Chi Song stood on the spot and looked straight at Song Zhihuai's direction.
After a while, he turned away.
Song Zhihuai understood and followed.
Chi Song lowered his head, his two long legs strode fast, and walked to a small mass-market KTV. He turned in, walked to the front desk, and asked in a low voice, "Is there a small bag?"
The little girl at the front desk was playing with her mobile phone and replied without looking up, "Yes. 30 yuan an hour."
Chi Song took out his wallet and said, "It will take two hours."
The waiter brother on the side led Chi Song to the box and asked by the way, "Are you the only one?"
Chi Song tucked his mask and said in a sullen voice, "... Two people.... There is another gentleman who will be here in a while, surnamed Song."
The little brother glanced at Chi Song and understood: "Okay."
After about five minutes, Song Zhihuai was brought into the box by the younger brother.
The music was blaring in the box, but the lights were off.
As soon as the box door was closed, Song Zhihuai was pushed against the door by a shadow in the dark, blocking the peeping window installed on the door.
Chi Song, who took off his mask, quickly pushed Song Zhihuai's glasses to the top of his head, tiptoed and kissed directly.
In the past, Chi Song was very obedient when kissing, and his little tongue stayed in his mouth always, just waiting for Song Zhihuai to patiently hook out that soft thing.
This time, he seemed to be in a hurry. After a while, Song Zhihuai felt that the tip of his dry lips was pushed by a dishonest little tongue.
Song Zhihuai's head hummed, and he clenched Chi Song's wrist, turned over, and pressed the person against the wall.
Chi Song's wrists were locked by Song Zhihuai, and he held his head high, unable to move.
Chi Song had nowhere to escape, shrouded in the shadow of Song Zhihuai's height, he instinctively closed his eyes, and summoned up his courage, opened his eyes and looked directly at Song Zhihuai.
"To Huai..."
Song Zhihuai kissed him directly, biting his lips violently.
Chi Song was in pain and fear, and was still a little excited. He lengthened his voice and hummed softly: "Well—"
In the dizziness, Chi Song felt Song Zhihuai's hand push away his windbreaker and put it on the button of his shirt.
He wanted to say "no", but what he said was very different from what he imagined.
"... Zhi Huai, don't talk... Untie, untie."
Before Song Zhihuai's eyes could adjust to the darkness, he was warmed up by Chi Song's forbearance humming.
When his fingertips brushed Chi Song's beautiful collarbone, Song Zhihuai trembled with excitement.
However, since Chi Song has not ordered any songs since he came in, the standby music has been playing in the small KTV box.
When the two were rubbing against the wall and gasping for each other, a voice suddenly came out on the TV: "...Reject porn, refuse to gamble, reject porn. Gambling. Poison."
Chi Song: "… "
Song Zhihuai: "..."
The two of them burst out laughing, so happy they couldn't stand it anymore.
Song Zhihuai let go of Chi Song, and the back of his finger slowly slid across Chi Song's cheek and moved to his chin before he hooked provocatively: "... I'll deal with you at night."
Thinking of his anxious reaction just now, Chi Song was so ashamed that he lowered his head and said nothing.
Song Zhihuai thought of something, and reached out to touch the bottom of Chi Song.
Chi Song was unavoidable and was touched, so he had to stand at attention and clamp his legs, like a high school student who was caught in puppy love by the dean of education.
Touching the wetness of his hand, Song Zhihuai was angry and funny: "You are too sensitive."
Chi Song lowered his head and drew circles with his toes silently, complaining, "It's not too long since I saw you."
... Song Zhihuai's heart was about to melt.
Chi Song, who was like a puppy, was comforted by Mr. Song's legs for a long time before he recovered.
He asked, "Why are you here?"
Song Zhihuai casually chose a romance movie on the song-ordering machine, let it sit, and stroked Chi Song's waist with both hands: "No way, who told my daughter-in-law to miss me?"
Chi Song struggled weakly: "...don't touch it."
Song Zhihuai smiled, reached out and pressed Chi Song's head down, and rubbed his forehead against his forehead: "I lied to you, I miss you."
After a while, he was surprised again: "Daughter-in-law, you are really sensitive."
Chi Song said aggrievedly: "... I told you not to touch it."
Song Zhihuai smiled.
Good good, my pot my pot.
After helping Chi Song simply clean up, the two walked out of the KTV.
It was almost dark.
The two pretended to be unfamiliar and walked in tandem.
Walking to a roadside stall selling teppanyaki, Chi Song was a little hungry, so he stopped and said to the boss, "I want a potato cake."
As soon as he stopped, Song Zhihuai followed.
Song Zhihuai stood beside the Teppanyaki and asked the boss, "Is this delicious?"
The boss replied, "It's delicious, but it's not delicious."
Song Zhihuai asked, "What is this?"
The boss pointed to Chi Song: "Potato cake. This gentleman wants it."
Song Zhihuai nodded and said, "Then I want the same one as him."
After speaking, he turned his face away and smiled at Chi Song.
Under the warm orange light of the roadside stall, Chi Song's ears glowed an unnatural red, which made Song Zhihuai want to pinch him.
… must be very soft and hot, and feels super nice to the touch.
Chi Song took his own potato cakes and left first, but dragged his pace very slowly. He was sure that Song Zhihuai also took the potato cakes and followed, so he took a step forward and walked forward.
Since the last time he was besieged by passers-by to sign autographs on the side of the road, Chi Song has learned to behave well, and finally has the consciousness of being a star, and he knows how to cover up when he travels.
However, the worst thing is that he can no longer hold hands with Song Zhihuai.
It makes me sad to think about it.
While waiting for the red light, Chi Song stopped and found that the man had a cup of hot drink in his hand, walked to his side, looked ahead, and stuffed the hot drink into Chi Song's palm very naturally.
Song Zhihuai whispered, "Eat it salty, drink some milk and squeeze it."
The red light was on, but Chi Song was still the first to leave, followed by Song Zhihuai.
Holding the milk, Chi Song felt that his whole body was blooming one by one.
Whenever he turned his head around, Song Zhihuai would follow him at a distance of twenty meters, not far or near, and would never leave.
Chi Song felt that the two of them were a bit like cheating, and the excitement caused him to have a fever.
In order to calm down, Chi Song took a sip of the milk handed by Song Zhihuai, but it seemed like he had taken a sip of wine.
Under the neon lights, Song Zhihuai's shadow is everywhere.
It was past nine o'clock, and the number of pedestrians on the road gradually decreased. The square was filled with middle-aged women who came out to play with their children.
Chi Songzheng was a little tired from walking, thinking about whether to go back, and the phone in his pocket vibrated.
He took out his mobile phone, which displayed a WeChat message from Song Zhihuai.
Chi Song didn't dare to look back, and quickly clicked on the news.
"Handsome guy, I opened a room in XX Hotel, do you have an appointment?"
Chi Song held the phone and smirked twice before looking back.
Song Zhihuai stood under a street lamp not far away, biting a room card in his mouth, and raised his eyebrows ambiguously at Chi Song.
Chi Song touched his heart and thought, no, Mr. Song is so charming.
So he took a taxi and said to the driver, "Go to XX Hotel."
Chi Song was originally a young man, he was full of energy, and he really hadn't seen Song Zhihuai for a long time. He sobbed and asked for it several times, which made Song Zhihuai feel particularly distressed. He stroked his sweaty hair and said : "Otherwise, I'll stay here for a few more days."
Chi Song said obediently, "No, you still have a job."
Song Zhihuai pinched his nose: "...Speak the truth. Do you want your husband to stay with you?"
Chi Song blushed, and answered honestly, "I think."
Song Zhihuai rolled, pushed Chi Song to the upper position, supported his waist, and said with a smile, "Since my daughter-in-law asks, then I'll make it harder and stay for a few more days."
Chi Song was so happy that he wanted to take off in place, but he was so excited that he sat a little hard.
By the time he realized something was wrong, his body couldn't keep his balance.
He propped up the bed with his arms in panic, and shouted to Song Zhihuai: "My legs, my legs are weak, I can't kneel..."
Song Zhihuai hugged the frightened Chi Song directly into his arms, bit his ear tenderly, and said, "My dear, my husband loves you."
Chi Song blurted out: "Lily, it's not good for us to be like this."
Song Zhihuai: "..."
The scene was extremely embarrassing for a while.
Chi Song choked up and hurriedly explained: "I'm talking about lines, some lines in "Starlight"... Cai Qingqing has a line of 'husband loves you', and I took it out of my mouth..."
In "Bright Stars", the screenwriters of the second season are different from those of the first season. The screenwriters of the first season obviously prefer the heroine of the white lotus flower, while the screenwriters of the second season prefer to be hurt by a man and become a long, ashes. The reborn female queen.
The CP of Chi Song and Cai Qingqing is a typical female strong male weak female superior.
The female man Cai Qingqing was also able to find herself in this drama. She played on the spot and flirted with Chi Song. As for Xue Yunyang, played by Chi Song, she was a little self-abased and loyal dog after winning the favor of the goddess.
Chi Song couldn't have imagined that his lines were too skilled. Song Zhihuai said so, and he was right on his own.
… When my daughter-in-law was creating a harmonious society with herself, she was actually calling someone else’s name.
Song Zhihuai was greatly hurt, refused to accept the explanation, and ate Chi Song again.
Because of his guilt, Chi Song didn't resist, so when he got out of bed, his legs were too soft to stand up. Without Song Zhihuai holding him, he couldn't even walk to the bathroom.
After the impulse passed, Song Zhihuai also regretted it. He pinched Chi Song's soft face and asked, "Does it hurt?"
Chi Song shook his hands and wanted to support his waist, but before he touched it, he grinned in pain.
But in order to avoid Song Zhihuai's worry, Chi Song leaned into his arms and said weakly, "Tomorrow happens to be filming my sick scene... It's good to be weak, naturally."
Song Zhihuai: "..."
Song Zhihuai announced that he had nothing to do with this joke.
After washing Chi Song in vain, Chi Song shrank in the quilt, collapsed from exhaustion, and did not forget to struggle to set an alarm.
He hummed sleepily: "...I have to get up at five o'clock..."
Song Zhihuai laughed and took his mobile phone: "I'll make it for you."
After the setting was completed, Chi Song said vaguely again: "I haven't given Yingjun dinner... I'm going back to feed..."
Song Zhihuai determined that his little daughter-in-law was too tired to move, so he gently kissed his top hair and said, "Don't make trouble. You rest well, I'll send a WeChat message to your crew and ask someone to feed, no It's over."
Chi Song squinted his eyes and thought for a long time before he buried his face in the quilt, and said sleepily, "Then tell Zhirong... He has fed him before, and he knows where the cat food is..."
After Song Zhihuai let out an "um", he realized that Chi Song had just said an amazing name.
"... Chi Song, who are you talking about?"