Be a ruthless NPC in a holographic game

After Song Jing turned sideways to make way for Feng Zhique, he stood at the entrance and looked at Feng Zhique with weird eyes for a while.

Song Jing glanced at Feng Zhique who was sitting on the sofa, then glanced at the breakfast in his hand, and subconsciously asked, "Don't you need to work?"

Feng Zhique looked indifferent, "I don't need it today."

Song suddenly realized, "Oh."

at the same time.

The secretary is almost busy in the company.

The secretary's heart collapsed.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!She doesn't want to live anymore! !

Song didn't doubt it, closed the door and walked to the living room with breakfast.

Song Jing walked into the living room and put the breakfast on the table.

Song actually put down his breakfast and walked towards the bathroom, ready to wash his face and brush his teeth. Halfway through, he remembered something and turned his head.

Song Jing looked back at Feng Zhique and said, "I just woke up, so you can do whatever you want."

Feng Zhiqueen said yes.

Song Jing turned and walked into the bathroom.

Feng Zhique sat on the sofa and continued to survey the surroundings.

Feng Zhique watched calmly, with deep eyes.

Song Jing turned around and went into the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom to wash, feeling a little agitated.

...Why did he arrive so early.

Feng Zhique arrived too early, which made Song Jing feel a bit difficult for a while, not knowing how to deal with Feng Zhique.

After thinking about it for a while, Song Jing frowned and left the bathroom.

Returning to the living room again, Song Jing thought for a while and said, "I just got up, I don't have any food at home, maybe I have to go out sometime..."

Song Jing's voice hesitated.

Song Jing: "Then you...stay at home?"

Feng Zhique said without hesitation, "Let's go together."

Song Jing said oh.

Song Jing didn't ask any more questions, turned around and went into the bedroom to change clothes.

After entering the bedroom, Song Jing took off the pajamas she was wearing without saying a word.

After taking off his shirt, the cool wind blew across Song Jingguang's naked upper body, and he got goosebumps, only then belatedly remembered that there was someone else in the living room.

Song Jing paused.

The first reaction in Song Jing's mind was to immediately turn around and close the bedroom door.

But just when Song Jing was about to reach out to close the door, Song Jing changed his mind and thought that the person staying in the living room is a man, and they are also men. It seems that there is nothing to avoid about undressing.

If the other party didn't think there was anything, he would go to close the door coyly instead, always feeling... an indescribable feeling.

Song Jing frowned in thought, turned his face slightly, and glanced in the direction of the living room calmly.

Outside the living room, Feng Zhique was sitting on the sofa standing still, as stable as Mount Tai. From the beginning to the end, he never had the thought of turning his head to look in the direction of the bedroom.

...It really is that he is narrow-minded.

He even thought about closing the bedroom door just now.

As everyone knows, they didn't plan to take a look at it at all.

Song Jing frowned as she thought about it, and couldn't help but cast aside the idea of ​​closing the door immediately.

Song Jing spurned herself and gave up the idea of ​​closing the door.

Song Jing stood in the bedroom, took off his pajamas calmly, and then slowly changed into his daily attire.

Outside the bedroom, Feng Zhique sat on the sofa and still didn't move.

He was sitting on the sofa, with his back straight, his eyes staring straight ahead, his thin lips tightly pressed together, his unsmiling appearance looked extremely serious.

But a few seconds later, Feng Zhique suddenly reached out, took a piece of paper from the coffee table in front of him, and wiped the nosebleed under his nose.

After wiping, the corpse will be wiped out.

Song Jing changed his clothes, returned to the living room, raised his eyes, saw Feng Zhique's sitting posture was awkward and unnatural, and immediately raised his eyebrows in doubt.

But Song didn't think much about it.

What else could it be.

His sofa is too cheap and of poor quality, so the other party is uncomfortable to sit on.

Song actually came to Feng Zhique, "Let's go."

Feng Zhique stood up from the sofa calmly, as if nothing had happened, and followed.

Song Jing walked ahead to lead the way.

The community where Song Jing lives is not a high-end community, and most of the residents living in it are elderly people.

The elderly like to exercise downstairs in the community on weekdays. When exercising, they chat and chat with other residents in the community. You come and go, and it doesn't take long for the residents in the community to almost understand the appearance of the residents.

Song Jing took the elevator downstairs with a handsome strange face. Aunt Chang, who often loves to exercise in the community downstairs, saw her and her eyes lit up.

From a distance away, Aunt Chang greeted Song Jing: "Hey, Xiao Song, is this your friend?"

As soon as Aunt Chang spoke, the old ladies next to her, who were taking care of their grandchildren and exercising, immediately followed her.

In the blink of an eye, he saw Feng Zhique, who was tall and burly behind Song Jing, who looked like a talented person, his eyes lit up instantly.

"Hey, this young man is handsome, do you have a date?"

Feng Zhique replied very politely, "No."

When the old ladies heard Feng Zhique say no, they couldn't help it immediately, and were going to match Feng Zhique.

Seeing this, Feng Zhique frowned slightly, and immediately added, "But I already have someone I like."

As he spoke, he quietly glanced in Song Jing's direction.

The latter did not see it.

The old ladies sighed depressingly and had no choice but to give up.

The old ladies gave up depressed, then turned their heads and continued to gossip about a luxury car that suddenly appeared in the community.

Along the way, Song Jing stayed out of the matter the whole time, as if it had nothing to do with him.

...But in fact, it really has nothing to do with him.

Song Jing didn't care who Feng Zhique liked.

The only thing Song Jing cares about is to invite the other party to finish the meal quickly, and then completely separate the relationship with the other party, and have no contact with the other party.

Song Jing thought indifferently, and said, "You wait here, I will drive the car out."

Hearing the sound, Feng Zhique raised his chin.

"My car is right next to you." Feng Zhique said, with tenderness in his eyes, "Do you want to drive my car?"

Song Jing frowned, without thinking, "No."

He dare not open it.

If he bumped casually, he couldn't guarantee that the other party was just asking him to treat him to a meal.

Seeing Song Jing's fear, Feng Zhique paused and changed his words, "Then you point out the location, let me drive?"

Song Jing was stunned.

Feng Zhique glanced at the surroundings casually, and saw that almost all the places where parking in the community could be parked were full of cars. There were vehicles in the community and vehicles from outside. It is not an easy thing to drive out.

Song Jing was slightly stunned and regained his senses.

Song Jingying, "Okay."

Since the owner is driving the car, he doesn't have to worry about anything.

Feng Zhique's lips twitched slightly, he came to the car, unlocked the car, and naturally opened the co-pilot's door for Song Jing.

Song Jing looked at Feng Zhique's actions and was stunned for a while.

... It's not like he can't open the door himself.

But Song didn't think about it.

Perhaps it was just because the other party was well-educated and more gentlemanly, that's why he made the move just now.

Song Jing thought so, leaned over and sat in the car.

Sitting in the co-pilot seat, Song Jing was about to subconsciously put on his seat belt, but just as he stretched out his hand, Feng Zhique leaned over and leaned over suddenly.

Song Jing paused, raised his head, and stared at Feng Zhique's face suddenly approaching in a daze.

Song Jing didn't move, with a puzzled expression.

Song Jing: "...?"

Seeing that Feng Zhique was getting closer and closer, and Feng Zhique's aura hit him head-on, Song Jing's heart tightened, and his neck could not help but subconsciously tilted back half a point, trying to move away from Feng Zhique.

But the position of the co-pilot's seat is so small, no matter how far away Song Jing is, how far can he go.

So Song Jing finally couldn't hold back and asked, "What are you doing?"

Very calm tone.

Hearing Song Jing's question, Feng Zhique smiled enviously.

But he didn't return.

Feng Zhique didn't return, and stretched his finger towards Song Jing's side.

Then... under Song Jing's gaze, he stretched out his hand to hook up the seat belt on Song Jing's side.

Song Jing was taken aback.

He hooked up his seat belt, lowered his eyebrows, and buckled it up for Song Jing.

After buckling the seat belt, Feng Zhique withdrew and finally straightened up.

He turned around, walked around from the front of the car to the direction of the driver's seat, opened the door and sat down.

As if nothing had happened just now, Feng Zhique clicked on the navigation and asked without looking back, "Where is the location?"

Song Jing glanced at Feng Zhique with a delicate expression.

Seeing that Feng Zhique's expression was indifferent, as if he didn't take what happened just now to his heart at all, it would be a bit strange if he cared too much.

But Song actually thought about it, it was nothing more than helping him open the door and fasten his seat belt.

Maybe the other party just opened the door for the girls too easily on weekdays, so he accidentally treated him as the same as him.

Song Jing thought so, quickly put the episode behind her, and then reported the location.

Feng Zhique wrote it down, selected the location, and the navigation began to automatically find the way.

Feng Zhique started the body.

The black luxury car slowly drove out of the community.

Song Jing was sitting in the co-pilot seat, watching the scene passing by the side of the road, his mind was full of thoughts about what to cook for lunch later.

He usually handles it casually, but now he suddenly has to start cooking lunch in a serious way, and he still wants to entertain others, and he really can't think of what to cook for a while.

Song Jing frowned and thought about it, but he couldn't think of anything, so he turned his face and asked the man in the driver's seat, "What do you like to eat?"

Feng Zhique returned quickly.

"It's all right."

Song Jing said with a cold face, "It doesn't matter."

Feng Zhique laughed lowly.

"Then... I will eat whatever you will."

Song Jing still had a cold face, "I don't know anything."

Feng Zhique was stumped.

Feng Zhique's voice paused, hesitating for a moment, and then he casually reported the names of the two dishes.

After finishing the report, Feng Zhique asked, "Will you?"

Song Jing: "... I haven't heard of it."

This can be regarded as completely embarrassing Feng Zhique.

Feng Zhique thought about it.

Feng Zhique: "...Then let's go buy a recipe and cook according to the recipe?"

Song Jing pondered.

After pondering for a moment, Song actually felt that it was feasible, and replied, "En."

After the matter was settled, Song Jing was speechless and lost his voice.

There was a moment of silence in the car.

Feng Zhique tapped lightly on the steering wheel with his fingers.

Suddenly, he asked, "Don't you have anything to gossip about?"

Song Jing was taken aback for a moment, not understanding.

Song Jing: "What about gossip?"

Feng Zhique remained calm, "For example, someone I like."

Song Jing frowned upon hearing the sound, an inexplicable puzzlement expression appeared on his face instantly.

It was written all over his face: What does this have to do with me?

Seeing Song Jing's doubts, Feng Zhique turned his face sideways, and his deep pupils became extremely deep.

Feng Zhique said, "What if I say it has something to do with you."

Song Jing was stunned.

He fixedly stared at Feng Zhique, his eyes were full of bewilderment.

...has something to do with him?

But after Feng Zhique said these words with meaning, he closed his mouth and didn't say any more.

Afterwards, as if he hadn't said anything, Feng Zhique didn't mention anything along the way.

Song Jing frowned, feeling heavy in his heart, it was hard to figure it out.

The person he likes...has nothing to do with him.

colleague?Players in the game?Or someone else... someone he didn't know?

Song Jing was puzzled and couldn't figure it out.

……

After buying the cookbook, they bought vegetables according to the menu in the cookbook, and the two returned to the community again.

When I returned to the community again, it was already past eleven o'clock at noon, and it was just about time to cook.

After returning home, Song actually let Feng Zhique sit casually at home, then turned around and entered the kitchen with the dishes and recipes.

Song Jing had never cooked any of the dishes in the recipe. When he got to the kitchen, Song Jing picked up the recipe, looked at the steps and ingredients on the recipe, and studied it for a while with a frown.

Song Jing studied for a while, but really didn't know how to start.

While hesitating, a warm breath suddenly approached from behind.

"Won't?"

Although Song Jing didn't turn his head, the other party's breath was already gushing in his ear. Even without turning his head, he could guess how close the distance between him and Feng Zhique was.

But Song actually turned his head back.

Song Jing turned around and glanced at Feng Zhique.

I saw Feng Zhique standing behind him with a calm expression.

Song Jing took a look at Feng Zhique with a calm expression, not quite sure whether the other party was doing it unintentionally or on purpose.

It should be unintentional.

Song actually thought.

However, no intention to return to no intention, but the distance is indeed too close.

Song actually didn't like to beat around the bush, and said directly, "It's too close."

Feng Zhique raised his eyebrows, "Really."

Only then did he finally step back a little.

Song Jing turned around and continued to study the recipes.

Feng Zhique stood behind him, spoke again slowly, and asked, "Can you help me?"

Song Jingen said, picked up the recipe, showed it to Feng Zhique, and asked, "What should I do first?"

Feng Zhique looked in the direction of the recipe.

Feng Zhique glanced at it, quickly wrote it down, and then said, "Prepare the side dishes first."

Suddenly, Song Jing put down the menu and immediately went to prepare side dishes.

Seeing this, Feng Zhique said, "Hand."

Song Jing was puzzled and stretched out his left hand.

Feng Zhique thoughtfully and carefully rolled up the cuff of his left hand.

Feng Zhique's fingers were slender and warm, and his movements were slow and orderly. During the process of rolling up his cuffs, there was a gentle and tender feeling.

The tenderness made Song Jing stunned in place, and his mind suddenly froze.

After Feng Zhique rolled up the cuff of Song Jing's left hand calmly, he continued calmly, "The right hand."

Song didn't move.

Seeing that Song didn't move, Feng Zhique simply reached out and grabbed his wrist.

Feng Zhique's fingers quietly rubbed his wrist without any trace, and then slowly rolled up the cuffs for him.

Feng Zhique's movements were gentle, and his eyes were even more gentle.

The atmosphere in the kitchen was as warm as if the two of them were a couple.

After finishing, Feng Zhique stopped.

Feng Zhique: "Okay."

Song Jing was silent.

Song Jing finally couldn't hold back, and asked, "Do you treat others like this?"

Feng Zhique was very honest, and he didn't want to hide it from him and let him misunderstand.

Feng Zhique's brows were handsome, and his black pupils looked extremely affectionate.

"No." Feng Zhique denied, and replied, "Only for you."

Song Jing was stunned.

Song Jing froze in place, staring fixedly at Feng Zhique, his mind went blank for a moment.

Although Song Jing was dull, he was not stupid.

He came back to his senses, and the expression on his face became extremely complicated for a moment, "You...that person you like..."

Before Song Jing could finish speaking, Feng Zhique admitted directly, "Well, it's you."

Song Jing suddenly lost his voice.

"But you don't need to rush to give me an answer right now." Feng Zhique said immediately, "Let me chase it first... okay."

Feng Zhique said the last two words in an extremely low voice.