It's exciting to run away [Quick Transmigration]

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Song Heming and He Yuan hurt each other a lot, and it was a bit unpleasant to see each other.

Song Heming said: "Although you have drawn me, I am not willing to be your apprentice. Whoever likes it should go." After finishing speaking, he logged off.

He looked angry, paced back and forth in the room, and finally took out the communicator to call Rose, the person in charge of Xingkong, asked for leave, and then went out to find Gu Mian.

Gu Mian was practicing calligraphy with a brush in his room, when Song Heming saw this, he didn't disturb him, but stayed quietly beside him.

After Gu Mian finished writing the last stroke, he put the brush aside and asked, "What's the matter?"

Song Heming said in a low voice: "Can I... lend you some money first? After I get paid, I will pay you back right away!"

"What are you going to do?"

Gu Mian didn't lift her eyelids.

"There's something wrong." Song Heming chose to hide it.

He said eagerly, "It doesn't matter if you don't want to, I can go to the store to overdraw my wages first."

Gu Mian finally raised his head.

He glanced at Song Heming, who was obviously looking like a thief, and asked, "How much do you want?"

Song Heming touched it and said, "Five hundred star coins..."

Gu Mian frowned slightly, and he handed a card to Song Heming: "Sign for Gu Mian."

"……OK."

Song Heming took the card and thanked him.

His eyes were slightly red, and when he was pinching the card, he suddenly asked, "You... have you ever liked someone?"

Gu Mian froze for a moment and shook his head.

Song Heming smiled and said: "I just asked casually. I have something to do, so I'm leaving first. Thank you, I will return it to you at the end of the month."

He said, raised the card in his hand, and went out.

He has been working a lot in the starry sky recently, and he also has a little understanding of the main star. After going out, he went straight to the bar, ordered several bottles of high-alcohol wine, sat in a corner, and began to drink heavily.

Song Heming asked while pouring: "Is the adjutant you mentioned earlier the one over there?"

"Hmm! Host, are you going to attack!" the system asked.

"Yeah, feelings always need to be cultivated. Besides, although he has a good figure, his face is not as good as Gu Shaofeng's, which makes me a little disappointed." Song Heming said with a sigh.

After only filling a large bottle, Song Heming felt a little dazed.

The depression in his heart erupted like a volcanic eruption.

Holding the wine bottle, the drunk Song Heming ran straight to the adjutant.

The adjutant was accompanied by a boy, but that boy was obviously not favored and seduced the adjutant several times, but the adjutant was not moved.

Song Heming stepped forward and stared straight at the adjutant. His winking eyes and bold posture directly straddled the adjutant's body.

The adjutant was slightly taken aback.

This kind of bar has always been a good place for appointments. It's not that he hasn't come here for an appointment before, but it's the first time he's seen someone so active... But the boy in his arms, although he looks drunk, does look like Beautiful, although it looks familiar, but the lights in the bar are dim, so he thinks he met him somewhere in the main star.

The adjutant was suddenly moved.

He motioned the other boy away with his eyes.

Although the boy was a little reluctant, he left anyway.

The adjutant rubbed Song Heming's head with his hand: "What's your name?"

Song Heming's eyes were dazed for a while, but he didn't speak.

He reached out and threw the wine bottle aside, put his arms around the adjutant's neck, leaned his head on the adjutant's shoulder, and closed his eyes slightly.

With the warm and soft jade in his arms, the adjutant suddenly couldn't control himself, and he didn't care too much, he just said: "You chose me, and I think you are very pleasing to the eye, I promise to make you very comfortable tonight."

He was complacent and felt that he had a good fortune tonight, but just as he walked to the door, he was blocked by Gu Mian wearing a mask.

The adjutant was slightly taken aback: "Your Majesty..."

As soon as he uttered the syllable, Gu Mian stopped him.

The adjutant hugged Song Heming like a child. It would be fine if he made it all the way to the bar, but it would be very embarrassing to meet His Majesty in the end.

He hesitated for a while, but finally did not let go of Song Heming.

After all, it is off-duty time now, and he also has his own private life.

What he didn't expect was that from the moment the two met, Gu Mian's eyes had always been on the boy in his arms.

He froze for a moment.

Gu Mian asked: "This is..."

"...It's a friend I met in the bar." The adjutant replied respectfully.

"Really?" Gu Mian asked indifferently.

The voices of the two people were not low, and Song Heming suddenly became dishonest after arguing.

Song Heming twisted his body slightly, hugged the adjutant's neck tightly with his hands, raised his head, blushed, and said with a smile: "It's you..."

The adjutant looked even more embarrassed: "This friend is drunk, look..."

"Gu Shaofeng! You bastard!" Song Heming yelled.

Gu Mian's expression was still cold.

The adjutant was startled, and hastily pulled the man away. Looking carefully at Song Heming's face, he felt a little unwell.

Fuck, no wonder I felt familiar when I was in the bar before...

The lights in the bar were dim, and the adjutant could only tell by his eyes that the young man was good, but he didn't look carefully. Besides, he never thought that he would meet Song Heming on the main star, and now he saw that the person he was holding in his arms was indeed Song Heming , and the one standing in front of him was His Majesty, and he suddenly felt as if he was being caught...

He hastily put Song Heming down and knelt on the ground: "Your Majesty..."

Gu Mian's gaze was always on Song Heming.

The adjutant was sweating profusely and didn't know how to explain it.

Fortunately, Gu Mian knew what happened, otherwise he would not have appeared in front of the adjutant. He said flatly, "It's okay, don't pursue it."

The adjutant immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and left under the pretext of having something to do.

Gu Mian hugged Song Heming who was still sitting on the ground.

Song Heming frowned uncomfortably, and changed his posture.

He held Gu Mian's waist tightly between his legs, fearing that he would fall off, held Gu Mian's cheeks in both hands, looked at his mask again and again, and finally lifted the mask off!

Under the mask was Gu Shaofeng's face.

Song Heming laughed: "Wow, Gu Mian, you look like Gu Shaofeng..."

Gu Shaofeng looked cold and said nothing.

He quickly carried the person onto the suspension vehicle.

However, Song Heming, who was drunk, was extremely clingy.

He held Gu Shaofeng all the time, as if he didn't believe it. He touched Gu Shaofeng's cheek for a while, and Gu Shaofeng's nose for a while. He was quite happy at first, but then he didn't know what he thought of, and the expression on his face suddenly collapsed: "you do not like me……"

Gu Shaofeng frowned slightly, and set the autopilot.

Song Heming cried as soon as he said, without any warning.

He hugged Gu Shaofeng, tears were all on Gu Shaofeng's clothes: "You, you don't like me... and you want to get engaged to someone else, even if I'm drunk and go to bed with another man, what I see is your face ...Is it because I'm so annoying that you don't like me...Yeah, I once lied to you like that..."

His tears flowed more and more, and he began to caress Gu Shaofeng's body with his hands.

Gu Shaofeng didn't stop it.

Song Heming's hands were a little disorganized. He fumbled along Gu Shaofeng's abdominal muscles, and finally accidentally touched a certain place of Gu Shaofeng.

However, there is still no thought of hardening that place.

Song Heming was slightly taken aback, and looked up at Gu Shaofeng.

Gu Shaofeng pursed his lips slightly and drew them into a straight line, his brows were furrowed, as if a little dissatisfied.

Song Heming got down from Gu Shaofeng's body, knelt on the thick carpet of the suspension car, approached Gu Shaofeng's place, stuck out his little tongue, and licked it lightly.

However, even with such a provocative gesture, Gu Shaofeng still didn't respond.

"I really can't lift it..." Song Heming muttered.

Gu Shaofeng's eyes were always on Song Heming.

Song Heming disappeared with a trace of sadness on his face.

He looked a little distressed, and made many experiments on Gu Shaofeng's place, but there was no response at all, and finally resigned to his fate and stood up.

In fact, most of his wine has sobered up, except for some discomfort in his stomach, everything else is fine.

Song Heming looked at Gu Shaofeng and sighed, "Since this is the case, it seems that we really have no fate. If you don't like me, I can't force it. From then on, we will return to the bridge, and the road will return to the road. Well water will not violate river water..."

Gu Shaofeng nodded slightly.

Song Heming said again: "But last time you asked someone to give me some money in the palace, but your attendant didn't give it. You can help me teach him a lesson later. As for your card, I will use it?"

His attitude has almost completely changed, causing Gu Shaofeng to look at him a few more times.

Song Heming looked at Gu Shaofeng calmly.

Gu Shaofeng: "You can spend this card as you like. I can still support you alone, but as I said at the beginning, you can't talk nonsense after you go out, especially my physical problems."

"Okay..." Song Heming looked at Gu Shaofeng sympathetically.

For Song Heming, if a person can't do what he loves to do, it's a lifelong regret!There is no point in living in this world...

Song Heming: "I feel fine now, you find a hotel that is closer to the starry sky and stop, I'll go out and live."

Gu Shaofeng changed the route of the suspension car.

The speed of the suspension car in the interstellar world is guaranteed, and it didn't take long to reach the destination.

Before getting out of the car, Song Heming patted Gu Shaofeng on the shoulder, and said earnestly, "Treat your wife well."

After he finished speaking, he left without hesitation, completely different from the crying appearance before.

Gu Shaofeng looked at Song Heming's back coldly.

System: "Host host, you don't want your main mission anymore?"

Song Heming sighed: "He can't lift anymore. He can't do the most enjoyable thing in the world. It's so pitiful. I don't want to attack him. Let him live a good life."

System: "..." Mad, you didn't say that before.