Song Zicheng left the racecourse by himself that day, and he looked really angry.
Lanshan felt that he shouldn't be angry because he was jealous, otherwise it would be too funny. He was angry, mostly because she was half-hearted, and both wanted to please him, and didn't respect him who was cool and tyrannical. The conscience of heaven and earth, Lanshan didn't want to step on two boats, but if Song Zicheng knew that she was using him as a guise, he would be even more angry.
So let's apologize to him honestly. At that time, don't say anything, beat or scold her, it is estimated that Song Zicheng will not take her too seriously.
Having made up this idea, Lanshan took the initiative to call Song Zicheng, hoping to chat with him.
Song Zicheng answered happily, "I'm in the XX club now, come here."
"Now, now?" Lanshan was a little dazed. It was past four o'clock in the afternoon, and she hadn't gotten off work yet.
"Not coming?"
"Ah, go, go." Lanshan had no choice but to ask Lao Wang for a leave, waved away in Lao Wang's bitter eyes. Lanshan considered that she would be at a loss no matter what, so now follow Song Zicheng and do whatever he says.
Lanshan thought she would see Song Zicheng's fox friends in the clubhouse, but what she didn't expect was that Song Zicheng was the only one in the spacious box. He was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, his hands crossed on his legs, his face expressionless, as if he was listening to employees reporting his work. On the coffee table in front of him was a golden ashtray with many cigarette butts in it.
Lanshan felt weird, she walked over and sat next to him, not daring to get too close.
"Boss—" she said openly.
Song Zicheng interrupted her, "Use me as cannon fodder?"
Lanshan's mouth was open, and his expression became surprised. So he found out a long time ago? It's no wonder that the authorities are fans, and they always feel that others don't know. In fact, Song Zicheng, as a veteran of the party, is easy to see, right
Lan Shan bowed his head guiltily, "I'm sorry."
Song Zicheng sneered at the corner of his mouth and laughed silently. He said, "Blue shirt, you are the first."
"what?"
"You are the first woman to treat me like this. Use me as a guise, as a cannon fodder, falsely insincere, and then kicked away to make eyebrows with other men," Song Zicheng explained, his tone of voice getting darker and deeper, said In the end, he actually gave her a thumbs up, "Blue shirt, you are awesome!"
Blue shirt was embarrassed by him, and only apologized again and again, "I'm sorry..."
Song Zicheng took a deep breath, "I don't want to hear these three words."
Lanshan closed his mouth, not knowing what to say.
Song Zicheng asked suddenly, "Why am I not as good as him?"
Lanshan didn't understand for a while, "What?"
"I said, I'm not as good as Qiao Feng."
Lanshan comforted him, "Boss, you are not inferior to him, but my vision is not good enough that I like him..."
Song Zicheng sneered and asked her again, "Do you think I always want to play with you?"
It must be... Lanshan resisted the urge to nod, only smiled reluctantly, "No, I'm just too bad and too hypocritical."
Song Zicheng took out a cigarette, and he suddenly turned his head to look at her in a cloud of smoke. He said, "If I say, I'm actually serious, do you believe it?"
The blue shirt was startled, and she couldn't see his expression clearly in the light blue smoke. She just thought it was funny, and she didn't know what to say, "Hehe..."
Song Zicheng then turned his head and stopped looking at her, he snorted disdainfully, and said, "I don't believe it myself anyway."
"Boss, don't worry, I didn't believe it either."
Song Zicheng's fingers shook the cigarette slightly, and when he realized it, some soot had fallen on the carpet. He stooped to pinch out the cigarette, and rang the bell and ordered a bottle of red wine.
Lanshan watched him carefully and saw that his side face was still cold, and there was no major change in his expression, but his eyebrows were slightly drooped, showing some fatigue, as if he hadn't rested well last night.
She sat on the sofa, shook her fingers, and said, "Boss, I have said everything that should be said. Anyway, this matter is not good for me. I apologize to you. Well, I have something else or I will go first. NS?"
"What's the hurry?" Song Zicheng leaned against the sofa. At this moment, the waiter brought the red wine up, picked up the bottle, and wanted to pour it for them, but Song Zicheng stopped it.
Song Zicheng personally poured a full glass of red wine and handed it to the blue shirt, "Blue shirt, this glass of wine is drunk, let's clear it up."
"Okay" Lanshan took the red wine, raised his head and drank it. Although the degree of red wine is not high, drinking such a large glass in one breath is quite uncomfortable. After drinking, she patted her chest and flashed the bottom of the glass to Song Zicheng, "Boss, are you satisfied?"
Song Zicheng nodded.
Lanshan was about to leave again, Song Zicheng stopped her again, "Lanshan, can you listen to me sing a song before leaving?"
Anyway, I've said so much, and it doesn't matter if I listen to another song. Lanshan nodded, and sat back on the sofa again.
The song Song Zicheng sang is a very old Cantonese song called "I Just Like You". His voice is cold and textured, which is actually not suitable for singing this kind of soft-hearted song. However, his words are very accurate and his tone is accurate. Hearing him sing, Lan Shan was filled with lingering resentment, inexplicably melancholy in her heart.
After singing a song, he seemed to be excited, and sang it again.
But the blue shirt felt something was wrong-she suddenly had a headache. It is said that Song Zicheng's singing is not unpleasant, how could it cause her to sing a headache? She has not been ill recently, and she had a good rest yesterday. Just after a glass of wine...
Wait, wine
She doesn’t have a headache when she drinks, but she has a headache when she takes medicine...
Lanshan's heart was beating wildly, and he was so nervous that he almost sweated. If she guessed right, it should have been drugged in the glass of wine just now. As for the purpose, look at Song Zicheng who is dragging her away. Well, the purpose is self-evident.
Song Zicheng sang, suddenly looked back at her. He smiled at her.
Blue shirt smiled back, rubbed her temples, and nodded pretending to be tired.
Song Zicheng turned away and continued singing.
Lanshan sneaked out of the phone, dialed Qiao Feng's number, and then threw the phone on the ground, kicked it lightly with his foot to hide it well.
She held her head, raised her voice slightly, and said, "I feel dizzy after drinking a little red wine, and the amount of alcohol is getting worse."
Song Zicheng smiled and said, "If you are sleepy, you can go to sleep. If it is too noisy, I will turn off the music." He said it turned off.
Turning his head to look at the blue shirt after turning it off, he found that she had fallen asleep. He leaned closer, squeezed her chin, shook her, and saw her frowning but did not wake up, he sneered, "Treat me like a fool, do you think I'll give up so easily?"
The blue shirt was so nervous that his palms were sweating. She didn't guess wrong, Song Zicheng wanted to rape her!
She didn't dare to act rashly, because the two bodies were so different in their physique, she might only have one chance to resist, so she couldn't be wasted easily.
Song Zicheng put her down, raised her legs on the sofa and lay them flat. He rubbed her cheek with his fingers and whispered, "Blue shirt, you shouldn't treat me like that."
He suddenly felt sad. Even if he didn't want to admit it, he knew that he treated her differently from other women. He approached her so cautiously, and pleased her with such an anxious heart, he never used those methods to deal with her, even if even stealing a kiss was a kind of blasphemy.
But how did she treat him
How serious he is, how ridiculous he is.
Song Zicheng sighed, enduring the suffocation and pain full of heart, he said, "Don't think that you come and go as you want, you are here with me, always leave something behind."
He leaned down and kissed slowly between her neck. The blue shirt felt nauseated, resisting the nausea, and sketched his posture in his head based on the traces of physical contact. He should be kneeling on top of her body with his legs apart, with his arms propped on her body, without directly causing her a sense of pressure.
Lanshan calmly opened his eyes. Song Zicheng hadn't noticed her strangeness yet, his lips had moved downwards and landed between her collarbone. The blue shirt quietly bent his knees to gain momentum, and suddenly lifted it diagonally upward!
With a scream, Song Zicheng fell to the ground, hitting the coffee table, knocking the coffee table away by two inches.
Lan Shan clapped her hands, picked up her mobile phone from the ground, and saw that the call between her and Qiao Feng was still going on, she yelled into the mobile phone, "Qiao Feng."
"Blue shirt," Qiao Feng couldn't breathe steady on the other side of the phone, his voice trembling faintly, he asked, "Blue shirt, are you okay?"
The blue shirt glanced at Song Zicheng, who was like gold paper on the ground. He was so painful that he didn't even have the strength to shout, and he only sucked in cold breath. Lanshan smiled and said, "I'm fine, I'm fine. Qiao Feng, I think that after staying with you for a long time, my IQ has also become higher."
Qiao Feng breathed a sigh of relief, "I have already called the police. Come out now, and I will pick you up."
"No, I'll go back by myself."
"I'm already on the road, don't hang up the phone."
The blue shirt put the phone directly in his pocket. She knelt down, patted Song Zicheng's face, and said with a smile, "She said she wanted, but her body is honest!"
Song Zicheng: "..."
He murmured to her, his voice weak and vague, "Blue shirt, blue shirt..."
Lanshan got up and walked away, and he called her behind her again, "Blue shirt, don't go." The tone was angry, helpless, and slightly sad.
The blue shirt left without looking back. She walked out swaggeringly and saw the waiter who had just delivered the wine, his eyes were obviously a little dodging. The blue shirt tucked at his neck, angrily, "I'm looking for death!"
The waiter was frightened by her aura, "The heroine is forgiving. It was Young Master Song who asked me to do this."
The blue shirt threw him away and sent a warning look. The waiter didn't know what he had realized, and nodded desperately.
She walked out of the clubhouse and waited for a while, and saw two police cars roaring in. The police walked into the clubhouse and rescued Song Zicheng in a short while. The blue shirt hidden among the crowd watching the excitement, lamenting that the efficiency of the people's police is high. Where did she know that Qiao Feng had clearly positioned her and Song Zicheng's position, and wished that all the box numbers had been reported, and the police's outings were naturally very efficient.
She hesitated, wondering if she should come forward. The charge of attempted strong X is a public prosecution case, and it may not end well when things get up. In fact, Lanshan didn't particularly want to push people to such a point, after all, she was the first to lose, and now it is him who loses. But if she let him go, she would be a little unwilling.
After weighing it over and over, she decided not to follow the police for now, but to wait outside the clubhouse for Qiao Feng.
When Qiao Feng walked down from a taxi, he saw the blue shirt at a glance. He ran over like a gust of wind, and pulled her into his arms tightly.
Lanshan has a sour nose and an unusually soft heart. She hugged him back and said, "I'm fine."
Qiao Feng's voice trembled slightly, "I was scared to death."
Lanshan thought to himself, he was so worried about her, he should be a little like her, right? Although he himself may not realize...
I heard that Lanshan didn't intend to pursue Song Zicheng's criminal behavior. Although Qiao Feng was a little depressed, he did not stop him. However, he took her to the hospital for a check-up first, to make sure that her body was okay, and secondly, the drug test in the blood could also be used as evidence, who knows if she will need it in the future.
After returning, Qiao Feng cooked Lanshan a feast "shocked". Lanshan was very moved. On a rare occasion, she did not eat so eagerly, but chewed slowly, and flirted with winks at him from time to time.
She thought while eating, this man, I'm going to make a decision.
After dinner, the two sat on the sofa and chatted, and Qiao Feng asked Lanshan why he had let Song Zicheng go.
Lanshan sighed, "Actually, I am afraid that he will retaliate against me. You know, he is not small and I can't afford it. Who knows what he will do if he is in a hurry?"
Qiao Feng was not convinced, "I am not young."
The blue shirt was a little funny, "Well, you are the most powerful genius in the world, okay?"
Qiao Feng hesitated to speak but stopped.
Lan Shan shook his hand and said again, "Moreover, his criminal evidence is not obvious in this case, and I was not injured, right? Instead, he... Hehe. Also, although there are drugs in the blood, I am fine after taking it. Son, this is not easy to qualitative. He has money to make ghosts punish, and then tricks some tricks from it. I took a long time to offend him until the end, what good is it, why bother."
"As long as you want, there is always a way."
"Forget it," Lan Shan shook his head, looking at him, "but today, thank you."
"Don't be polite with me."
"Su Luo is your ex-girlfriend, right?"
She asked too suddenly, Qiao Feng was taken aback, then nodded and replied, "Yes."
Although he knew this answer a long time ago, Lan Shan was still a little depressed when he heard him admit it himself. She asked, "How long did you two stay together? How did you divide it later?"
"We were together for half a year, and she was cheating with Song Zicheng for four months, and then they were divided."
The blue shirt was a bit speechless, and he paused, and had to say, "It's really a talent."
Qiao Feng said, "In fact, we shouldn't be together."
"Why? Didn't you choose her?"
"Do you know?" Qiao Feng was a little surprised. "She was admitted after many screenings, but how did you know?"
Lanshan did not answer, but instead asked, "I have always had a question that I am particularly curious about, why do you have so many suitors abroad?"
"Because there is a rumor circulating in our school that anyone who dates me can eat the food I cook. If you become my girlfriend, you can eat the food I cook every day. Many greedy girls just want to eat what I cook. Fan, hope to be with me."
"It's just a meal ticket," Lanshan understood, and she made inferences about it. "And you are so dumb, they can cheat to find someone else after being with you, ah, that's what it means. No wonder every girl wants to fall in love with you. "
Qiao Feng was a little shy, turned his face away, and whispered, "Aren't you eating all the time."
Lan Shan leaned over with a grin, and turned his face to face her. She asked, "Do you really have no idea about Su Luo now?"
Qiao Feng thought for a while and replied, "For me at the time, Su Luo was actually a perfect girl. Her written test was perfect, and her personality test matched me. She was as perfect as Maxwell's equations."
"Sell... Viagra?"
"Maxwell's equations. It's a set of partial differential equations, created by the British—"
Lanshan was so frightened that he waved his hand quickly, "Stop, I'm not interested in this. Well, let's talk about Su Luo."
"There is nothing to say. Although she is a Maxwell equation, it is generally only suitable for the macro field. If you encounter a micro world like me, she needs—"
Lanshan interrupted him again, "Speaking of people."
"We are not right."
Lanshan nodded, and it would be fine to say this earlier. She can ask the next question with confidence: "Then why are you still entangled with her?"
"Because I want you to be jealous."
"!!!" Lanshan's heart slammed. She opened her mouth wide in surprise, and then felt that she was not such a lady at all, so she covered her mouth and looked at him.
Qiao Feng watched her, with waves in her warm eyes, "You don't believe it?"
"I... Believe!" Lanshan nodded, her breathing became unstable, "You, you, you, do you like me?"
Qiao Feng lowered his head and dared not look at her, his voice was low, and he asked, "Can I like you?"
It must be possible!
The blue shirt was too excited. Qiao Feng actually liked her! like her! like her! ! ! Ouch! ! ! ! ! !
Qiao Feng lowered his head and asked, "Then can I chase you?"
"Of course you can." The blue shirt was holding his heart, wondering if you can do it, you little fairy! My blood vessels are about to burst!
After getting the affirmative answer from Lanshan, Qiao Feng breathed a sigh of relief, "Blue shirt—"
Lanshan interrupted him for the third time.
She clutched her heart and stood up, and walked staggeringly.
Qiao Feng was a little worried, "Are you okay?"
"It's okay, don't follow me!"
Blue Shirt walked out, and just closed the door, she jumped three feet high in excitement, "YES!" She was so excited, she really didn't know how to express it. At this moment, facing the door of Qiao Feng's house, she suddenly danced with her hands and feet. .
While dancing, sing: "You are my little apple, I don't want to love you too much. The little red face warms my heart and lights up the fire of my life-fire fire fire!"
She jumped to the doorknob Little Apple of Qiao Feng's house all the time, and suddenly felt comfortable, her body was light and she was floating in the sky.
One word, cool!
Just as she pointed to the door to show her love, it suddenly opened.
Qiao Feng stood in the door, looking at her with a smile. This time he laughed no more shy, but happy, brilliant and beautiful, like azaleas blooming all over the mountains.
Damn it! Lanshan was ashamed to death, before he had time to think about it, he turned and fled.
Qiao Feng hurried to catch up and grabbed her back. He hugged her waist tightly from behind, not allowing her to open his door. He pressed his face to her ear and laughed lowly, the laughter was like wine lingering in his throat, and everyone's ears were drunk.
The blue shirt stretched his teeth and claws to reach his house while trying to quibble, "Hey, hey, I'm just doing a dance to build up my body, you get excited about it!"
Qiao Feng reversed her body and pushed her against the wall. Without waiting for her to resist, he clasped her shoulders, and the kiss was suddenly pressed down.
His lips were warm, soft, and moist, and they were obviously just a very comfortable touch. They were printed on her lips, but they ignited her basket of straw-like emotions like sparks. Lanshan felt that his whole body was on fire.
She was so nervous that she buckled the wall with her fingers, and she couldn't wait to turn into a piece of paper and stick it on the wall.
Qiao Feng is not much calmer than her. He has never experienced this feeling before, and the whole person is like boiling water, his heart rate instantly soars to a terrible level, and his breathing becomes numb. He closed his eyes and pressed her lips tightly, his brain was blank, like an endless snowfield.
The blue shirt didn't dare to move until Qiao Feng released her.
His face was red and his eyes were shining, and he looked down into her eyes.
The blue shirt moved his shoulders, and Qiao Feng let go of her. With a dazed and dreamy face, she touched her home like a wandering soul.
Qiao Feng smiled faintly behind her, "Good night."
The author has something to say:
Here comes the small theater:
Lanshan: What you call "chasing me" means chasing from the door to the door? Is there any sincerity
Qiao Feng: Come home with me, I will show you my "sincerity".
Blue shirt: ... hooligan!