The early morning sunlight shines into the window sill and falls on the wool carpet, reflecting a milky white halo. There is a milky white shadow lying on a small piece of carpet by the window. The boy puts his head on the quilt and closes it gently. His eyes and profile were peaceful, and his short, fine hair fell on his neck, softly sticking to his skin, making the sleeping boy look a little more well-behaved.
Her eyelids seemed to have been touched by the sun, and her long eyelashes trembled, and she gently opened her deep eyes. What she could see was the white halo on the plush carpet, and the unfamiliar style of the home.
I couldn't sleep well on the train for three consecutive days, and I slept so hard this time that Song Ye's eyes were still dull when he woke up.
It wasn't until the sound of slippers hitting the floor touched his nerves that he suddenly woke up, turned over and sat up, and found that he had slept in the living room all night, covered with a quilt, which was obviously the work of Qin Zhan.
Damn it.
She suddenly frowned, unable to remember when she fell asleep, and she didn't even notice Qin Zhan's approach.
If someone wanted to kill her, wouldn't it mean that she would already be dead without a burial place
Although she knew that Qin Zhan would not harm her, the reason why she fell asleep so deeply was entirely because she trusted him.
But she still felt resentful that she had let her guard down.
"Wake up, go brush your teeth and wash your face." Qin Zhan walked over in slippers, turning a blind eye to Song Ye's embarrassed sleeping state, and walked into the kitchen with a simple word.
Song Ye looked at his black home clothes, even the buttons were fastened to the first button, and felt speechless.
After washing his face in the bathroom, he saw his hard-working elder brother bringing breakfast out from the kitchen. Song Ye also felt a little hungry, so when he went over to take a look, he was immediately shocked by a table full of burnt or mushy food. Losing your appetite.
"Eat." But Qin Zhan seemed to be unaware. After placing the plate, he ate the burnt bread by himself. It was impossible to tell how it tasted from his cold face.
Song Ye finally knew that men who were capable of shooting, fighting, and decathlon also had weaknesses.
She didn't intend to touch the fruits of a certain elder brother's hard work, so she silently walked to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and started to make enough food and clothing herself.
Five minutes, two fried eggs, bread and ham, a little watered broccoli and two glasses of milk.
When it was put on the table, it immediately formed a sharp contrast with Qin Zhan's car accident scene.
But the man opposite didn't show any expression of joy. He ate in silence, and finally finished the burnt portion. As he said last night, on the battlefield, sometimes food cannot afford to be wasted. Therefore, he cherishes every piece of food. Also because he is away from home all year round and lacks family experience, so he has no cooking skills and thinks that food can be eaten as long as it is edible.
Insects and frogs have been eaten raw, so a burnt piece of bread is nothing.
Song Ye also understood, so he didn't say anything more.
While enjoying breakfast leisurely, her movements would usually slow down, so that when Qin Zhan finished three breakfasts in three strokes, five by five, and divided by two, Song Ye was still chewing a piece of ham in his mouth.
It almost turned out to be a tragedy because of this.
Because Qin Zhan asked a question that was still on his mind before going to bed last night, "I saw that Yue Xiong had gauze wrapped around his mouth. Are you injured?"
Direct, clean, and striking to the soul, Song Ye could not avoid it.
"Uh, cough..." At that time, Song Ye had a small piece of ham stuck in his throat. He was coughing and out of breath. Finally, he hurriedly drank a large glass of milk to prevent the tragedy. happened.
This was the first time in his life that Song Ye was so shocked that he had such a rude reaction.
Qin Zhan reached out and handed her a tissue, "Why, you don't want to say it?" Seeing this reaction, his first instinct was that he felt guilty.
Song Ye coughed and his cheeks became hot. He wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue. His heart was racing, but on his face he just lowered his head, indicating that he didn't want to talk more.
There is really no way to talk about it. Do you want to tell him that it is not gauze, but a wipe? Song Ye is not that stupid. Since he chose to tamper with his gender in the first place, he cannot turn back from this path.
However, I was too careless, and let down my guard because of trust, and exposed Mo Yuexiong. Fortunately, Qin Zhan is a ten thousand-year-old iron tree and does not understand girls' things, otherwise he would have been exposed last night.
"It's okay if you don't want to say it, but you are still a student now, and your record of fighting will have an impact on your further studies." Qin Zhan didn't go into details. He only mentioned this sentence and it was enough to expose the matter. Teenagers have immature minds and weak ability to withstand pressure. He has seen many recruits cry secretly after being scolded by him, so Qin Zhan finally left some room for his words.
Perhaps even he himself didn't realize that he was being soft-hearted towards Song Ye. From being tough and indifferent at the beginning to now knowing how to consider and figure it out, it has become a habit unconsciously. He gradually protected the young man in front of him, giving him care and love. Neither he nor Song Ye noticed all these changes.
After breakfast in the early morning, Song Ye announced that he wanted to go out for a walk and took the opportunity to leave Qin Zhan's sight.
Zhao Chongbin was wandering in front of the hotel with the remaining nine thousand yuan in his pocket, feeling confused and depressed.
A full day passed. He and a group of brothers followed Song Ye off the train and came to the capital to settle down. However, the other party gave him 10,000 yuan and disappeared without a trace. There was no news.
"If you don't care about people, you should at least order ten thousand yuan." Zhao Chongbin muttered and kicked the stones on the roadside again. His bones felt like he was lying on the big hotel bed, and his life was so leisurely that it made his balls ache.
From time to time, little girls passed by on the roadside. Seeing Zhao Chongbin's handsome face, they were fascinated. Some even came over without shame to ask for their contact information.
"Gungun, I'm annoyed." Zhao Chongbin waved his hand in disgust, missing his beard very much, if he had known better, he wouldn't have shaved it off on the spur of the moment.
Just as he lowered his head and complained, another greeting came over, "What are you doing here so early in the morning?"
Without thinking, he raised his hand and waved it away like a fly, "Let's go, let's leave me alone." After saying that, no one was leaving. He frowned and was about to curse, when he looked up and saw a delicate and familiar face. , I was shocked, and the next sentence was really swearing, "Fuck, why didn't you come until now?"
"What, why don't we let you eat, drink and have fun?" Song Ye ignored the depressed face of the other party, raised his eyes and glanced at the shabby hotel in front of him, and said directly: "Take your brother and follow me."
Zhao Chongbin was stunned and saw that she had turned away and asked hurriedly: "Where are you going?"
"Good place." Song Ye said.