Chapter 41

Song Zhen was lying on the bed panting heavily, and it took a long time for him to recover. He turned his face reluctantly, and Guan Wuqiao moved at the same time as him.

Guan Wuqiao got out of bed, stood by the carpet, and rolled it up expressionlessly.

Song Zhen quickly sat up, "No no no, I'll come."

Guan Wuqiao ignored him, took a very large black garbage bag, and threw the carpet into it.

"I'm sorry." Song Zhen felt ashamed, "I couldn't hold back..."

To put it simply, he couldn't hold back just now and was urinated by Guan Wuqiao, but he said it at a critical moment, and at least he didn't soil the bed.

"Go take a bath yourself." Guan Wuqiao pointed to the bathroom, "There are toothbrushes in the cabinet."

Song Zhen slowly got out of bed, walking in a strange way, but Guan Wuqiao didn't look at him again, and turned to go to the kitchen.

Sitting in the bathtub, Song Zhen struggled to clean himself up and wondered if he was killing himself.

He should run quickly, and don't provoke Guan Wuqiao again. Guan Wuqiao is not a person to be easy to handle. What if he is really unhappy one day and strangled him to death?

But he really liked this person, even if he was done like that just now, Song Zhen couldn't help but roll into his arms.

The word reconciliation spun around in Song Zhen's head, and he was immediately frightened. He was very sure that if he dared to say it, Guan Wuqiao would definitely scold him so badly that he could never scold him again. I dare not have this thought.

Guan Wuqiao is an extremely clear love and hate person. He can even take his parents' face to the sky, not to mention himself, Lin Ying has tried his best to contact him in recent years, but he has never paid attention to it, Lin Ying is helpless. Next, I contacted Guan Shengyi. Although Song Zhen didn't hear the specific conversation, according to Lin Ying's performance, Guan Shengyi didn't get any benefit in front of Guan Wuqiao.

He must have hated himself.

Although Song Zhen felt that Guan Wuqiao didn't completely hate him, he didn't completely hate him either. This was a very complicated issue.

After washing for a long time, Song Zhen washed himself clean. He couldn't help but flip through the closet without bridges.

Suddenly, the word reconciliation popped up again impulsively.

He felt that he should spend more time with Guan Wuqiao, or in other words, sleep a few more times, maybe Guan Wuqiao will soften a little bit, and he doesn't want to strangle him so much, maybe there will be a chance at that time.

Of course, the premise is that he can get off Guan Wuqiao's bed alive. If every time it is as intense as the one just now, he may die of a heart attack at an early age.

After squatting for a long time, Song Zhen suddenly realized that he had no underwear to change, so he opened the bathroom door and shouted, "Guan Wuqiao!"

Guan Wuqiao came over from the kitchen, smoking a cigarette, frowning: "Why?"

Song Zhen hurriedly put his voice very friendly, for fear that Guan Wuqiao would think that he had a bad attitude, he said euphemistically, "Have you seen my underwear?"

Guan Wuqiao said, "I washed it with my pants."

Song Zhen had no choice but to put on his big short sleeves and shouted, "Guan Wuqiao!"

Guan Wuqiao was useless this time, he said. He took a pair of grey sports shorts directly from the closet and threw them on his head. Song Zhen was very wronged. he.

Guan Wuqiao didn't want to reconcile with him at all.

He got dressed and didn't even want to eat, but Guan Wuqiao made it, and he would definitely be scolded if he didn't eat it. Song Zhen sat at the table very embarrassedly, eating a bowl of fragrant shrimp noodle soup. Guan Wuqiao sat across from him and looked at his phone, then suddenly got up and went to the bedroom.

Song Zhen put down the chopsticks, Guan Wuqiao turned around, Song Zhen quickly picked up the chopsticks again.

"Do you want to eat or not?"

Song Zhen said very hopelessly: "I want to eat."

"Eat if you want to eat!"

Song Zhen felt very aggrieved by his attitude. He shed tears while eating noodles. Guan Wuqiao threw his mobile phone on the table. Song Zhen felt that this day was really hard to pass, and he couldn't help but twitch.

Guan Wuqiao took a deep breath and said to Song Zhen, "Hurry up and eat, I'll take you back to the hotel after eating, do you hear me?"

Song Zhen nodded, crying while eating, he didn't feel ashamed at the moment, it was Guan Wuqiao who threw his pants on his head first, and taught him a lesson while eating, he cried if he wanted to, anyway, Guan Wuqiao The same is true for him.

Guan Wuqiao suddenly came over, pushed his face aside, and wiped his face with a tissue very rudely. Song Zhen felt that his face was about to be rubbed by him.

"What are you crying for?" Guan Wuqiao was almost gnashing his teeth.

"I don't, don't eat, you can take me back." Song Zhen cried.

"I ask you, what are you crying for?"

Song Zhen said, "Why did you throw your pants on my head?"

Guan Wuqiao: "..."

He forcibly endured and said, "I apologize to you, okay?"

Song Zhen shook his head, he felt like a fart, not at all.

Guan Wuqiao wiped his face fiercely, then poured him a glass of warm water. After Song Zhen finished drinking, Guan Wuqiao turned off the light in the living room, and with a push, Song Zhen went back to the bedroom with him.

Song Zhen lay down on the bed, twitched twice, and didn't want to cry anymore.

He remembered that when the two quarreled before, he ignored Guan Wuqiao, and Guan Wuqiao went out over the wall and bought him fried chestnuts from the school's back door. He said he didn't want to eat it, and Guan Wuqiao asked him what he wanted to eat. He said he wanted to eat oden, but there was no such thing near their school, and Song Zhen didn't know where Guan Wuqiao got it for him in the middle of the night.

Thinking of this, Song Zhen felt that it was not impossible for him to live this day. Guan Wuqiao took care of him because there was a reason for it, and it was excusable.

After lying down for more than an hour, Song Zhen didn't feel sleepy. He quietly turned over several times, and Guan Wuqiao turned on the light with a snap, "Are you going to sleep or not?"

Song Zhen said ashamedly, "I'm hungry."

Guan Wuqiao: "..."

He picked up his short sleeves and put it on, pressed Song Zhen's shoulders, and threatened him with a gloomy expression: "What do I do, what do you eat, eat it for me, don't leave any leftovers, can you hear me?"42

Guan Wuqiao made a plate of fried rice, and made a tomato and egg soup. Song Zhen's stomach growled. He waited on the chair for a while, but he felt that there was something wrong with the chair. It was too hard. Song Zhen's buttocks hurt. .

Guan Wuqiao brought the meal and sat down opposite Song Zhen with a sullen face. Song Zhen said, "Guan Wuqiao."

"What?"

"Do you have any cushions in your house?"

Guan Wuqiao said, "No."

Song Zhen crossed his heart, walked across the table, and sat on Guan Wuqiao's lap.

Guan Wuqiao was silent.

Song Zhen also has a thick skin. In this situation, he can make up for himself, "That chair is too hard, my butt hurts."

After he finished speaking, he adjusted his sitting position and started to eat supper. Guan Wuqiao's expression was difficult to see to a certain extent, but maybe he was afraid that Song Zhen would start twitching after another disagreement. He didn't say anything, just let Song Zhen stay with him. sit on it.

After dinner, Song Zhen brushed his teeth and ran back to the bed to lie down. He sneakily moved towards Guan Wuqiao, and Guan Wuqiao impatiently moved away from him, and Song Zhen whispered, "Guan Wuqiao. "

"What do you want to do again?"

"You cook deliciously."

Guan Wuqiao ignored him, Song Zhen's long-lost sleepiness struck, rubbed his eyes, and fell asleep like this.

Early the next morning, he found himself being held by Guan Wuqiao, Song Zhen was in a trance for a moment, he moved slightly, and Guan Wuqiao also woke up.

Before he could react, Guan Wuqiao pushed him away, got up and got out of bed to wash, put on his clothes and said to Song Zhen, "Get dressed and take you back to the hotel."

His expression was cold and distant, as if he was determined to get rid of Song Zhen, Song Zhen snorted, and slowly got out of bed and put on his clothes.

"Do you have time tomorrow night?"

"No."

"Then when do you have time?"

"I don't have time for you."

Song Zhen had no choice but to take a shower to wash himself, and the two of them walked to the door together. He suddenly pressed Guan Wuqiao against the wall and kissed him unexpectedly.

Guan Wuqiao: "..."

He stretched out his hand to push Song Zhen, but Song Zhen didn't move.

So he bit Song Zhen's lips hard.

A faint smell of blood spread, Song Zhen hissed, and subconsciously let go of the switch without bridge.

He suddenly felt his neck tighten, and the two of them reversed their positions. Guan Wuqiao pressed him against the wall, as if he hated him so much, he said in a low voice, "Do you think I dare not touch you?"

"Break up is for your own good."

Song Zhen's tone was firm, as if he knew how Guan Wuqiao would respond, but still chose this answer, he had a clear conscience.

"For my own good?" Guan Wuqiao sneered, "You threw me away like trash, for my own good? Song Zhen, be rude."

Song Zhen said, "Well, you and your dad are breaking up, you don't want anything, I don't care about anything, I just watch it for your own good."

"I don't need anyone, self-righteousness is good to me, I know very well what I want." Guan Wuqiao's face was very ugly, "Since you chose to break up with me, don't bother me again, don't cry in front of me. That virtuous, such a big person, mature a bit, okay?"

Song Zhen looked at him quietly.

"So we'll never be able to reconcile, right?"

Guan Wuqiao's face was as heavy as if water could drip.

"Yes."

"Okay." Song Zhen said: "You have the final say in everything, you have the final say when you are together, you have the final say if you like it or not, it is up to you to break up the friendship or not, you are always right. I'm always wrong."

He didn't cry this time, but felt in a trance. Suddenly, Song Zhen's phone rang and he answered it. He was a friend who came to the competition together. He told him that the registration matter was being resolved and asked Song Zhen to go to the venue. Song Zhen answered in a low voice. He said to Guan Wuqiao, "Then please take me to the venue."

There was no words all the way, and the two arrived at the venue together. Song Zhen and his friends solved the registration problem, but the staff made an entry error. During the competition, Song Zhen felt cold in his heart. He underestimated Guan Wuqiao. Guan Wuqiao's heart was harder than a diamond, and he was particularly vengeful.

At the end of the game, Song Zhen didn't know what he was thinking. He got into Guan Wuqiao's car again. Guan Wuqiao was very calm this time. He didn't even look at Song Zhen and said blankly, "Are you hungry? ."

Song Zhen fastened his seat belt. He didn't know what to say, so he didn't say anything at all. He followed Guan Wuqiao home. Before he put things down, Guan Wuqiao pushed him onto the sofa.

Song Zhen had to suspect that Guan Wuqiao was seriously lacking in life. He remembered that Guan Wuqiao was not so violent when he was in high school. He was very gentle most of the time. It will also be very virtuous to stop halfway and solve it by yourself.

When Guan Wuqiao was finally satisfied, it was getting dark, Song Zhen lay on the sofa weakly, and after a long time he came back, Guan Wuqiao finished the meal, Song Zhen didn't want to eat it, he lay on the sofa and pretended to be dead , Guan Wuqiao rudely picked him up and asked him to get dressed and eat.

Song Zhen took two bites at random, washed himself up, and was about to go back to the bedroom to sleep. When he passed the dining table, Song Zhen hesitated, but he didn't know what to say, mainly because his head was empty and he couldn't organize the language.

The only good thing is that he finally felt a little normal sleepiness, lying on the bed, smelling the smell of Guan Wuqiao, Song Zhen hugged the quilt, and fell asleep quickly.

After a while, Guan Wuqiao came in and found Song Zhen huddled up, lying on his bed, looking very innocent, very good-looking, like an angel, but also very hateful, so much that Guan Wuqiao almost had a kind of hatred. strangle his urge.

Guan Wuqiao looked at him with a frown, and wanted to reach out and pat him, so that he wouldn't sleep in the middle of the bed, but in the end, Guan Wuqiao just gently touched his injured lips.

Song Zhen frowned, opened his eyes, and looked at him in a daze, Guan Wuqiao's eyes were cold.

"I'll go back in half a month." Song Zhen said softly.

Guan Wuqiao said indifferently: "You don't need to inform me about your affairs."

"Well..." Song Zhen said, "Guan Wuqiao."

"What?"

"Can I kiss you?"

Guan Wuqiao was silent, Song Zhen got up, found his lips, and kissed him recklessly. The soft lips smelled of mint. He stuck out his tongue clumsily and earnestly, and kissed Guan Wuqiao, who was completely unresponsive. Guan Wuqiao had the urge to kill him again.

Guan Wuqiao doesn't understand why he has a clear love and hatred in his life, interests come first, and he doesn't waste any emotion on unnecessary people, but he allows Song Zhen to come back to him after kicking him, and shed two tears. When he brought it home, he knew how far he should let Song Zhen roll, but he just couldn't do it. Even now, he wanted to lick the wound on Song Zhen's lips and ask him if it hurt.

Realizing this, Guan Wuqiao pushed Song Zhen away, Song Zhen obediently fell on the bed, looked at the ceiling and said, "Guan Wuqiao, let me tell you a secret, I was taking medicine for a while, I don't know how It's hard to get up, and it doesn't help if I stop taking the medicine. Guess how I got better later."

Guan Wuqiao was silent.

"I'm thinking of you to jerk off." Song Zhen raised one foot, rubbed up and down between Guan Wuqiao's legs through his pants, "It's like this."

He didn't know what he was doing either, he just did it if he wanted to. After rubbing Guan Wuqiao hard, he stopped a little dazedly. Suddenly, Guan Wuqiao grabbed his shoulder, carried him over, and rudely shook his head. Press down.

Song Zhen frowned uncomfortably, tried to eat more, and was choked a little out of breath. He wondered why Guan Wuqiao was still so hard, it was just evil, and he didn't know that Guan Wuqiao was trying to concentrate at the moment, forcing himself not to go. Ask him why he is taking medicine.