Be a ruthless NPC in a holographic game

Everything in front of him made Song Jing's whole head froze.

He knew he was Song Baiyu.

always knew.

I also know that he is cute.

He knows everything, just because of his work, so he keeps silent.

And the person in front of him is Xiao Chan himself.

Song was shocked by the shock in front of him and was unable to think normally for a while.

He was speechless, his eyes glazed over.

So, so, what he always thought... Playboy and gossip, actually didn't exist at all from the beginning to the end.

Because he knew it was him, he never denied that he liked him, nor did he deny that he liked Song Baiyu.

...Because they are all alone.

Song actually felt that everything in front of him should be a dream.

But reason told him that everything in front of him was not a dream, but a fact.

After a long while, Song Jing finally found his voice with difficulty.

He asked: "... how do you know?"

Seeing him ask a question, Feng Zhique knew that he had finally managed to digest the reality in front of him, so he said slowly, "When you approached me with Mengmeng da at the beginning, I didn't recognize it."

Song Jing had an instant epiphany.

Song Jing was silent for half a second, and said, "That's why I said, I'm not your type."

As soon as Feng Zhique recalled this sentence, the expression on his face became a little stiff.

Feng Zhique lowered his eyes, the expression on his face looked a little wronged and innocent, he pursed his lips, and apologized to him in a low voice, "I was wrong."

Song Jing: "...I didn't ask you to apologize."

Feng Zhique hummed, and said again, "Never again."

Song Jing: "..."

Song Jing didn't want to continue entanglement on this meaningless topic.

Song Jing got back to the topic, "So, how did you recognize it?"

Feng Zhique's voice paused, and said: "...The members reminded me."

Song Jing: "... remind me of something."

Feng Zhique: "The rookie who can kill the leader of the first guild, and the one who offered to add me as a friend, but later refused to join the guild... can only be you."

Song Jing was taken aback, suddenly realized.

Song Jing: "...So that's the case."

After recognizing it, so there is the next thing.

After Feng Zhique patiently explained, he looked at Song Jing silently, waiting for his reaction.

Song Jing remained silent.

After a long time, Song Jing stretched out his hand and pressed the space between his eyebrows.

Song Jing: "You...let me think about it."

Seeing this, Feng Zhique sighed slightly, put his posture extremely low, and said in a low voice: "I'm here to confess to you now, not to force you to be with me. I just want...don't separate yourself from me. Relationship, don't talk to me anymore, throw me aside."

Song Jing remained silent, looking at Feng Zhique with a complicated expression.

Feng Zhique looked at him quietly, and said hoarsely, "As long as this is the case."

Song Jing was speechless and didn't know how to reply.

This experience is the first time.

He really didn't know how to deal with it.

I have always thought that I am a playboy, thinking that I am just a momentary distraction for the rich, that I may lose interest at any time and turn my target to the next person... But I never thought that this is not the case, or even the opposite.

All this is a misunderstanding.

His own misunderstanding.

Xiaoxuan is Feng Zhique, and they have always been devoted and devoted to the person they like, and he has always been the only one.

Thinking of this, Song Jing couldn't help feeling a little dazed.

He was at a loss, not knowing what to do for the first time.

Song Jing couldn't help asking that very old-fashioned and clichéd question again.

Song Jing frowned, with a serious expression: "...what do you like about me?"

Feng Zhique replied equally seriously, "I don't know."

Song Jing frowned, and was about to speak again, but Feng Zhique interrupted him.

Feng Zhique looked at him without blinking, the expression on his face was definitely not joking, "But I liked you the first time I saw you."

Song was stunned.

Feng Zhique said firmly, "Whether it's the appearance as an NPC at work, or when you use the cute account in the game, or the appearance in real life."

Song actually lost his voice.

The tenderness in Feng Zhique's eyes was like water, and he was affectionate.

"You're my ideal type," he said.

"..."

Song Jing was silent.

"What else do you want to know?" Feng Zhique asked.

"...not anymore." Song Jing pursed her lips and said unnaturally.

"Then... can I come to your house for dinner in the future?" Feng Zhique asked again.

Song Jing was stunned.

He froze for a moment, subconsciously raised his head and looked in Feng Zhique's direction.

When he raised his eyes, he saw Feng Zhique looking at him cautiously, feeling a little uneasy in his heart, as if he was afraid of being rejected by him.

In the past, Song Jing would indeed refuse without hesitation.

But for some reason, he... hesitated.

Song Jing hesitated for a moment, and finally, under Feng Zhique's nervous gaze, he replied lightly.

Hearing the sound, Feng Zhique breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved.

Feng Zhique felt relieved, and his body, which had been tense all the way, finally relaxed.

His heart lightened, and he suddenly lowered his head, resting his head on Song Jing's shoulder.

Song Jing frowned, and subconsciously wanted to push him away, but at this moment, Feng Zhique whispered in his ear, "I didn't sleep all night."

Song Jing paused.

Song Jing: "What?"

What does this have to do with him.

Feng Zhique closed his eyes, leaned almost half of his body, and said, "After you quit the club, changed your name and deleted me, I was wondering if I did something wrong. Or, do you want to Rewards, I’m sorry to tell me, that’s why I quit the club and changed my name.”

Song Jing was silent.

Feng Zhique said again, "I thought about it all night, and I figured it out."

Song didn't speak, and waited for Feng Zhique to finish.

Feng Zhique opened his eyes, turned his face slightly, looked at Song Jing's usually expressionless and indifferent side face, and said, "It doesn't matter what the number one is, what the reward is."

Having said that, the voice immediately changed.

"I just know that you don't want to see me again, and you plan to break up with me completely."

The more he spoke, the more aggrieved Feng Zhique's voice became.

Song didn't know what to say.

He had never encountered this kind of situation and scene, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

So Song Jing opened his mouth, and in the end he only choked out a sentence, "...then you can rest at my house for a while?"

Feng Zhique was taken aback.

Seeing Feng Zhique froze, Song Jing realized that something was wrong.

The other party is still working, so how can he have time to rest at his house.

So he changed his words, "Sorry, when I didn't know anything just now..."

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Zhique cut off immediately.

Feng Zhique's eyes sparkled, and he quickly replied, "Okay."

Song Jing was startled, and suddenly lost his voice.

Song Jing was startled, and turned sideways to let Feng Zhique enter the room.

Song Jing: "...then you come in."

Song Jing turned sideways to let Feng Zhique enter the room, then turned around and went to find a pair of slippers for Feng Zhique.

Or the last pair.

With a smile on Feng Zhique's lips unconsciously, he put on his slippers and entered the house.

After entering the room, Song Jing subconsciously asked, "Do you want some water?"

Feng Zhique was not thirsty, his first reaction was to refuse.

But he suddenly thought of something.

Feng Zhique changed his mind and suddenly changed his mind.

Feng Zhique: "Okay."

Song actually understood, and immediately turned around to get the paper cups in the house that he bought last time.

Feng Zhique seemed to have expected it. As soon as he turned around, he said, "Don't take a paper cup, just take your usual cup."

Song Jing was stunned.

Feng Zhique was serious, with a serious expression, "It's not environmentally friendly."

Song Jing had an epiphany, thought about it for a while, and poured him a glass of water with his usual glass.

Feng Zhique took it, and then took a sip along the rim of the cup without blushing.

After drinking, Feng Zhique suddenly added another sentence, "But this is only the second."

Song Jing: "Huh?"

Feng Zhique's eyes were slightly bent, with a sly smile in his eyes, "The main reason is because you used it before."

Song Jing: "..."

Song Jing was suddenly speechless.

Song Jing was speechless for a long time, and wanted to say something to Feng Zhique, but he opened his mouth, and finally stretched out his hand to his forehead with quite a headache.

Finally, he had to ask, "Are you still asleep?"

Feng Zhique was afraid that Song Jing would suddenly change his mind and drive him out of the house, so he immediately went back, "Sleep."

Feng Zhique thought that Song was going to let him rest on the sofa.

But unexpectedly, just as he finished speaking, the next second, Song Jing turned around without hesitation and entered the bedroom.

Song Jing turned around and walked into the bedroom. Seeing that there was no movement behind her, she turned her head.

He turned his head and looked in the direction of the living room, showing a puzzled expression.

Song Jing: "Don't sleep anymore?"

Feng Zhique was slightly stunned, but soon came back to his senses.

After regaining consciousness, he lowered his eyes and smiled with tenderness in his eyes.

Feng Zhique raised his foot and entered the room.

When he was at Song Jing's house last time, he didn't have a chance to enter the bedroom, but this time he was able to see the real face of the bedroom.

Entering the bedroom, the bedroom is clean and tidy, just like an ordinary single male bedroom template.

Looking up, the game compartment in the bedroom was conspicuous and eye-catching, and it instantly caught Feng Zhique's eyes.

But this is not the point.

The point is, as soon as he entered the room, the air full of Song Jing's breath rushed towards him.

The room was full of fascinated and intoxicated atmosphere, and Feng Zhique was immersed in it, unable to extricate himself.

His heart fluttered slightly, and he felt as if he was soaking in the sweet but not greasy sea of ​​clouds, his whole body was ethereal and vain, and he couldn't find a foothold.

Song was completely unconscious.

Song Jing carried him in the direction, straightened the quilt, then turned around and said, "Go to sleep."

Feng Zhique came back to his senses, "Okay."

Feng Zhique responded, and suddenly asked again.

Feng Zhique: "Are you sleepy?"

Song Jing: "?"

Feng Zhique blinked, with a pure and innocent face, "If you're sleepy, sleep together."

Song Jing: "...not sleepy."

Feng Zhique looked disappointed.

Song Jing: "..."

Song Jing's eyes twitched.

Song Jing: "Are you going to sleep or not?"

Feng Zhique replied immediately: "Sleep."

After speaking, immediately lie on the bed.

The quilt is fluffy, with a warm breath, and someone's body scent.

Feng Zhique wasn't sleepy at first, but after lying on the bed, he couldn't help but slowly closed his eyes.

the other side.

The secretary was frantically calling his boss.

Depend on!Where did her boss go when she didn't come to work?

The secretary was getting more and more collapsed when she suddenly received a text message from her boss.

[Boss: Half a day off in the morning. 】

secretary:? ? ? ?

Didn't do so much work, vacation? ? ? ?

The secretary was shocked, with an expression of disbelief.

However, when she was about to call her boss again, her boss had already turned off the phone.

……

Feng Zhique slept for about two hours.

He slept for about two hours and was woken up by Song Jing.

Song Jing stood by the bed, reached out and pushed him, "Get up."

Feng Zhique glanced at Song Jing with some confusion, and subconsciously opened his arms to him.

Song Jing was puzzled, thinking that he had something to say, so he leaned over.

Song Jing: "?"

Then the next second, Song Jing was hugged into his arms by his whole body.

Like a subconscious movement, Feng Zhique gently rubbed his head against his neck, and then let out a slight sigh.

Sigh of contentment.

Song Jing: "...get up and eat."

With a cold face, Song Jing directly broke Feng Zhique's hand away.

Feng Zhique finally woke up.

Feng Zhique looked at Song Jing's cold face, didn't dare to say a word, got out of bed obediently, and followed him to the living room.

In the living room, the dishes have already been prepared.

Feng Zhique sat down obediently.

After sitting down, Feng Zhique stared at the scene in front of him, and was slightly dazed for a moment.

He looked down at the steaming food that had just been prepared on the table, and then looked up at the person sitting directly opposite him with a calm face...

Feng Zhique was stunned for a moment, and finally he was completely sure.

This is what he has always wanted.

So he asked, "How long do you have to think?"

Song Jing was puzzled, "?"

Feng Zhique looked at him anxiously, "How long will you have to think before you will be with me."

Song Jing was about to answer, but suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Song Jing: "Why do you think I will definitely agree to be with you? What if I refuse."

In an instant, the expression on Feng Zhique's face became extremely serious.

Feng Zhique quickly changed his words, "Then think about it slowly, I... am not in a hurry."

Song Jing: "..."

While he was speechless and silent, at this moment, an unfamiliar phone call came in.

Song Jing picked it up, "Hello."

The familiar voice of the PR came from the other end of the phone.

"Cough...Xiao Song..." The public relations officer said slowly.

Song didn't expect that it was the company's public relations department's call, so he couldn't help being startled.

He was slightly startled, and asked, "What's the matter?"

On the other end of the phone, the publicist asked earnestly, "Are you sure you've thought through everything about resignation? Didn't you just do it on impulse?"

Song Jing replied lightly, "No."

Seeing Song Jing's decisive answer, the PR couldn't help but choked.

After a few seconds, he spoke again and said, "Do you want to think about it again? After all, you know the conditions of our company. It's rare to see companies that don't work overtime and like to give out bonuses and benefits. Outside of our company, it is almost impossible to find another company with the same conditions.”

In the beginning, the resignation was just to get rid of Xiao...no, now Feng Zhique should be asked to separate.

But after making the final decision, he suddenly found that his whole body was much more relaxed, and the pressure was gone, even the matter of breaking up with Feng Zhique was only a second priority.

So it was impossible for Song to turn back.

Song Jing replied firmly, "I don't think about it."

PR was choked again.

The public relations were incomprehensible and couldn't figure it out, "Then can you tell me why you want to resign?"

Song Jing: "There is no reason."

PR: "..."

The public relations were dumb, Song Jing half-closed his eyes, and asked again lightly, "Do you have anything else, if you don't have it, I'll hang up."

PR: "You..."

Song Jing waited for two or three seconds for the PR to finish speaking, but after the PR said the word you, there was nothing else to say.

So he hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Song Jing put down the phone.

Putting down the phone and looking up, Feng Zhique was looking at him steadily, his eyes sparkling.

Feng Zhique was always smart.

It was just two or three short sentences just now, and he had already guessed the general idea.

Feng Zhique asked tentatively, "You resigned?"

Song actually felt that there was nothing to hide about this matter, and the other party wanted to know about it in the future, so he hummed and admitted.

The light in Feng Zhique's eyes could hardly be concealed.

Feng Zhique said again slowly and tentatively, "...do you want to come to my company?"

Song Jing was taken aback, caught off guard.

Song Jing: "...to your company?"

Feng Zhique earnestly and kindly said, "Yes, the benefits are good, you never work overtime, you always get bonuses, and you can travel overseas every year..."

It's really exciting enough.

So he asked, "Then I passed, what to do."

Feng Zhique said without hesitation, "Secretary."

Song Jing: "..."

If he couldn't see how selfish Feng Zhique's job offer was, he would be a fool.

Song Jing's face was paralyzed, as if he hadn't heard anything just now.

Song Jing asked blankly, "Are you off work this afternoon?"

Feng Zhique's voice paused, and then he belatedly remembered this matter.

Feng Zhique stretched out his hand to rest his forehead, feeling a little helpless.

He doesn't want to work at all right now.

But the reality is still the reality, no matter how much he doesn't want to work, he has to work.

Feng Zhique glanced at the time.

……it's time to go.

Reluctantly, Feng Zhique looked at Song Jing longingly and said, "Think about work."

Song Jing: "I don't think about it."

Feng Zhique: "Why?"

Song Jing had no expression on his face, and directly dismantled Feng Zhique, "Are you sure you want me to go there just to be a secretary?"

Feng Zhique coughed lightly, and said confidently, "Of course... you can also do other things by the way."

Song Jing: "..."

It's getting late, he has to go.

Feng Zhique reluctantly got up from the chair, before leaving, he still looked at me eagerly, and said coquettishly: "Song Song, why don't you think about it."

Song Jing remained indifferent, "Please go."

Feng Zhique left with an aggrieved expression.

Feng Zhique finally left, and the room was finally clean.

But not long after it was cleared, the phone suddenly rang again.

Thinking it was public relations, Song Jing picked it up with a frown, and immediately said, "I just said it..."

"Ah? After all, what did you just say?"

It's my mother's voice.

Song Jing paused.

He changed his tone and asked, "Is there anything wrong? I'll hang up if it's okay."

When Mother Song heard this, she couldn't help but get angry, but she took a deep breath and held back.

Mother Song: "Are you going home for the Chinese New Year this year?"

Song Jing: "I won't return."

Whenever his mother asked this sentence, Song Jing immediately knew what the other party's intention was, so he replied without hesitation.

Mother Song couldn't help it now, "Song Jing, do you still remember this family—"

Not wanting to quarrel anymore, Song Jing hung up directly.

After hanging up the phone, Song Jing frowned and clicked his tongue irritably.