Chapter 53

As the New Year was approaching, it snowed frequently. After Song Zhen tried countless times to push Guan Wuqiao into the snowdrifts on the lawn downstairs, he finally suffered the consequences: he accidentally injured his arm.

So for the next half month, he had to endure Guan Wuqiao's ridicule, and at the same time he also humbly begged Guan Wuqiao to let him help him get dressed and take a bath.

Song Zhen found that Guan Wuqiao was very immoral, and his actions could not be summed up in one bad word at all.

On the premise that he couldn't find the phone after searching twice, Song Zhen had to be patient and raised his voice: "Guan Wuqiao!"

Guan Wuqiao wiped his hair and walked out of the bathroom, asking him, "What are you doing?"

"Where's my phone?"

"I seem to have placed it on the top of the wardrobe." Guan Wuqiao said.

Song Zhen was speechless.

"Why put it there so easily!" Song Zhen grabbed Guan Wuqiao's bath towel with his good hand, "You just want to hear me beg you? Are you concerned?"

"No no no." Guan Wuqiao shook his head, "I'm tired of listening to you begging me. I want to hear why you can't take your phone by yourself."

Song Zhen: "Because my arm is injured! I'm not suitable for climbing high and low!"

"Then why did your arm hurt?"

Song Zhen was humiliatingly silent for a few seconds, then said, "Because I want to push you into the snow."

Guan Wuqiao nodded with satisfaction and looked serious, but Song Zhen could see at a glance that he was very happy and satisfied.

"I'll give you the phone." Guan Wuqiao took out the phone and handed it to him, "Don't be so stupid next time, do you hear me?"

Song Zhen: "..."

He sat on the bed and brushed his mobile phone. When Guan Wuqiao went to dry his clothes, he thought of a few words that could perfectly counterattack, but the best time had passed. If he ran to quarrel with Guan Wuqiao at this time, he would just It would be like a lunatic, so Song Zhen was so angry that he slammed the bed, but accidentally affected his arm muscles, and suddenly felt more like a lunatic.

never mind.

Song Zhen thought gloomily, now is not the time to care about him, who is naive, believe people with discernment can see it at once.

He has more important things to deal with now.

This matter is that he wanted to go abroad to celebrate the New Year with his father, but Guan Wuqiao refused to let him go. Song Zhen asked the reason several times, and Guan Wuqiao had a fake smile on his face, saying to him: "Because I want you to stay with me."

Intuition tells Song Zhen that this is not true.

He guessed that Guan Wuqiao was afraid that he would not come back when he left. Although this guess was outrageous, Song Zhen had evidence. A few days ago, Guan Wuqiao took Song Zhen out for a drink—this was of course his intention. Zhen asked for a glass of milk, and then explained the reason for Song Zhen's injury to every friend who came to ask. Perhaps it was because he was really happy to laugh at Song Zhen. He rarely drank too much. Usually more silent, his eyes are a little blurry.

After arriving home, Song Zhen felt very angry. Do you have to repeat such a shameful thing over and over again? Is it interesting? Even if it is very interesting, it is not so interesting!

Thinking of this, Song Zhen was completely angry. He saw that Guan Wuqiao was still able to take care of himself, so he decided to ignore him. Guan Wuqiao had been following behind his ass, and he had been ignoring him.

Maybe it was his silence that stimulated Guan Wuqiao, Guan Wuqiao pulled him onto the bed, Song Zhen managed to protect his injured arm, just about to curse, he felt his waist tighten, Guan Wuqiao whispered Said, "Don't ignore me."

So Song Zhen was sure that this guy definitely drank too much.

"I ignore you, you hit me!" Song Zhen froze.

Guan Wuqiao didn't hit him, but hugged him tighter, so tight that Song Zhen couldn't breathe.

Just as Song Zhen wanted to protest, he heard Guan Wuqiao say, "Don't ignore me."

"Are you going to strangle me..." Song Zhen struggled, "Hello, President Guan?"

"I miss you so much." Guan Wuqiao buried his face in his neck, his voice was calm, even calmer than usual.

Song Zhen suddenly fell silent.

"I miss you so much, I miss you so much." Guan Wuqiao repeated, "I miss you so much."

Song Zhen felt that he wanted to cry, but he only knew how to fight people, not good at comforting people, let alone how to comfort people like Guan Wuqiao.

"Am I not here?" Song Zhen patted his back.

"Well." Guan Wuqiao was unusually docile, "Then don't go."

Song Zhen was made into tears, so he had to agree, but fortunately Guan Wuqiao fell asleep quickly, and obviously did not remember what happened.

Song Zhen regretted it, he should have recorded it.

But even if he didn't record it, Song Zhen was deeply impressed by this incident. Guan Wuqiao refused to let him go back, and he was very confused. A few months ago, he vaguely mentioned the matter of reconciling with Guan Wuqiao, and his father was asked by his father. After calling and scolding n times, Song Zhen was nervous at first, but he got used to it. So far, his father's attitude is still unclear. Song Zhen feels that a face-to-face interview should be effective.

Talking to Guan Wuqiao, Guan Wuqiao's attitude is firmer than anything else, he smiles on the surface, but he just says no.

"I still have a year of class to finish, you can't let me go back when the time comes, right?" Song Zhen grabbed his hand and tried to put on a pitiful look.

"I also graduated at that time, I can accompany you, and it will not conflict with my future plans." Guan Wuqiao is still calm and firm, "You don't want to accompany me?"

Song Zhen felt tired, he slumped on the bed and began to rotten, "Then you can accompany me this time."

Who knew that Guan Wuqiao seemed to think about his words very seriously, and then, Guan Wuqiao nodded and said: "Well, although it is a little earlier than my plan, but since you asked, let's go together."

Song Zhen's eyes darkened, but before he could raise any objections, Guan Wuqiao continued: "You pack up, let's go pick gifts together. It's the first time you visit your house for the New Year, and you can't let your father pick it up."

At that moment, many posts about New Year's quarrels and fights flashed in Song Zhen's mind. He looked at his injured arm and suddenly understood what it meant to be self-inflicted.