Be a ruthless NPC in a holographic game

Song Jing was dumb for a while, and then suddenly pressed Feng Zhique down.

"Wait." Song Jing said.

"Huh?" Feng Zhique turned his head, grabbed his hand, and played with it slowly.

"Auntie...do you have any objections to him dating a man?" Song Jing couldn't hold back and asked.

Unexpectedly, Mother Feng looked over with a strange look on her face, "What's wrong with the man? What's the matter?"

"Generally speaking, shouldn't the succession of the family be very important..." Song Jing said.

Feng's mother frowned, and looked at him with a strange and inexplicable expression, "Passing down the family? What kind of society is it now, it's not like this anymore."

While talking, Mother Feng waved her hands at Song Jing in a lack of interest.

After waving her hands, she said lightly, "Besides, even if you are with a man, can't you pass on the family line? You can let his cousin have more adoptive children for him, or if it doesn't work, go to the orphanage to adopt a smart one. "

After finishing speaking, he gave Song Jing a subtle look.

"Obviously looking at the young age, why is the mind still in the old society? This is not good."

Song was completely speechless.

He was silent and speechless for a long time.

After Feng's mother finished speaking, she carried her bag and stood up from the sofa gracefully.

"Okay, my son watched it too, there's nothing else to do, I won't stay here to disturb you any longer." Mother Feng said slowly, while taking out a small makeup mirror from her bag, and reapplying a lipstick .

After putting on the lipstick, Mother Feng's red lips suddenly became brighter.

Mother Feng has a graceful appearance, red lips and white teeth. She winked at Song Song in a charming and charming way, and said mischievously, "If you want to break up with my son and he refuses, you can come to me."

Feng Zhique's face, which had just happened to look good, turned gloomy in an instant.

"Madam Feng, please go back." Feng Zhique got up, and stretched out his hand to signal Mother Feng to leave.

Mother Feng glanced at Feng Zhique, snorted coldly, stepped on her high-heeled shoes, and turned around haughtily to leave.

As soon as Feng's mother left, the expression on Feng Zhique's face suddenly changed.

Feng Zhique looked at Song Jing aggrievedly, and said in a low voice, "Don't break up with me."

Song Jing had no intention of breaking up at all.

...for now.

Song Jing: "No."

Feng Zhique felt relieved.

Feng Zhique felt relieved and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Song Jing: "Whatever."

Feng Zhique: "It's not casual."

Song Jing: "... Then I will eat whatever you want."

Feng Zhique: "I want to eat you."

Song Jing: "..."

Song Jing's eyes twitched.

He said directly: "Then don't eat it later."

Feng Zhique thought for a while, then tentatively said, "I'll do it?"

Hearing the sound, Song actually became a little interested, and asked a little curiously, "You know how to do it?"

Feng Zhique shook his head decisively, "No."

After shaking his head, Feng Zhique looked at him with bright eyes, and continued, "Don't you want to eat the dishes cooked by your boyfriend?"

Song Jing paused, "Then do you have food in your refrigerator?"

Feng Zhique thought for a while, then slowly shook his head.

He asked again, "Then do you know how to cook rice so that it doesn't get mushy?"

Feng Zhique thought for a while, then shook his head again.

So he remained silent, and looked at Feng Zhique wordlessly.

The answer appeared invisibly in silence.

Frustrated, Feng Zhique immediately made up his mind, "I'll learn."

Song Jing said without hesitation, "No."

Feng Zhique pouted and said aggrievedly, "Why?"

Without raising his eyes, he said, "Work hard."

Feng Zhique suddenly lost his voice.

After a while, Feng Zhique said quietly, "I don't want to work anymore."

Song Jing paused, and immediately replied, "Then I will break up with you."

Feng Zhique felt wronged.

Song Jing looked at the aggrieved Feng Zhique, and waved at him.

Feng Zhique was puzzled and approached.

Song Jing fell towards him, leaned into his arms, and then slightly closed her eyes.

Just now in front of Feng's mother, his spirit was in an extremely tense state. After Feng's mother left, his spirit finally relaxed, and the sleepiness and exhaustion also surged up together.

Seeing that he looked tired, Feng Zhique immediately tensed up, "What's wrong, what's wrong?"

Song Jing didn't raise her head, but replied in a low voice, "I'm sleepy."

Only then did Feng Zhique let out a long sigh of relief.

He hugged Song Jing, and then, as if laughing, he lowered his head and secretly kissed Song Jing on the head.

...His little boyfriend really likes to act like a baby.

The plaster cast on Song Jing's leg and the cast on his arm took almost a month to be removed.

After the plaster cast was removed, he wanted to move his arm almost immediately, but was stopped immediately by Feng Zhique, who had an uneasy face.

Song was at a loss and turned around.

Turning around, Feng Zhique looked at him with disapproval, and said, "The doctor ordered you not to make too much movement for a couple of months."

Song Jing silently lowered his arms.

What Feng's mother said was indeed true. During the month of staying at Feng Zhique's house, Feng Zhique didn't change much in the first few days, but after that, Feng Zhique gradually changed. exposed his true nature.

Love to be jealous, like to nag, like to cuddle.

But strangely...he didn't find it annoying.

After Feng Zhique finished speaking with a straight face, as if changing his face, he pressed Song Jing into his arms again and rubbed him vigorously.

Feng Zhique's head was buried in his neck, and his arms wrapped around his waist, rubbing and rubbing. Even when he was going to work, he wanted to hang him around his waist.

"Why is my little Song Song so cute?" Feng Zhique couldn't help but say.

"..." Song didn't think he was cute at all.

"What do you want for lunch?" Feng Zhique asked again.

During this month, although Song Jing did not agree with Feng Zhique's learning how to cook for him, it has always been rumored that if you want to capture a person's heart, you must grasp a person's stomach, so Feng Zhique Still carrying him behind his back, he secretly went to learn.

But surprisingly, the dishes made by Feng Zhique were really delicious.

Song Jing heard the sound, thought about it, and said, "I want to eat fried eggplant."

Feng Zhique frowned, "No, the doctor ordered you to eat something light."

Song Jing immediately fell silent and looked at him resentfully.

Then ask him what to do, and just decide for yourself.

Feng Zhique looked at the resentful expression on Song Jing's face, rolled his throat, immediately covered his eyes, and looked away.

Song was at a loss, "?"

Feng Zhique: "Don't look at me like that."

Song Jing became more and more at a loss, "...why."

Feng Zhique: "I have endured it for a month."

During this month, in order to 'take care' of Song Jing conveniently, he slept in the same bed with Feng Zhique at night.

Song Jing thought that his hands and feet were covered with plaster, so he couldn't do anything, let alone worry about what Feng Zhique could do to him, so he didn't strongly object.

And during this month, Feng Zhique was just as he thought, very quiet and did nothing.

Probably due to being too calm, Song actually subconsciously believed that Feng Zhique would not do anything to him, so Feng Zhique suddenly said that he had endured it for a month, and he couldn't help but feel a little at a loss.

Song Jing: "What have you endured for a month?"

Feng Zhique was serious, and he spoke yellow accents without changing his face, "We slept together in the same bed for a month, and did nothing, Xiao Song Song... Do you think I really don't want to do anything?"

Song Jing was blank for half a second, and then suddenly understood.

But at the same time, Song Jing suddenly became even more puzzled, "...what does that have to do with looking at you just now?"

Feng Zhique's face was slightly serious, and he said straightforwardly, "It doesn't matter, you were clearly seducing me just now."

"When did I seduce you?"

Feng Zhique paused and thought for a while.

Song actually thought that Feng Zhique was short of words, and couldn't think of an excuse for a while, but just as he was thinking this way in his mind, Feng Zhique said without hesitation in the next sentence, "You've been seducing me all the time."

Just standing like this and watching him talk made Feng Zhique feel like he was seducing him.

Song Jing: "..."

He blushed, and suddenly felt that Feng Zhique was extremely dangerous, so he took a step back unconsciously.

He endured it, and finally choked out a sentence, "Then trouble Mr. Feng with better concentration, and don't be so casual to be seduced."

Unexpectedly, Feng Zhique suddenly became more righteous, "In front of Xiao Song Song, I have no concentration."

Song Jing: "...Then I will try to show up in front of you as little as possible in the future."

When Feng Zhique heard this, the expression on his face immediately became aggrieved, and he refused without hesitation, "That won't work."

Song Jing: "Then what do you think of me?"

Feng Zhique replied very quickly this time, "Little Song Song kiss me."

Song Jing: "..."

After going around for a long time, I still asked him to come and kiss him.

But probably because Feng Zhique had been stealing kisses too many times in the past month, Song Jing almost didn't resist as much as he did at the beginning.

He looked at Feng Zhique and hesitated.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally took a step forward, slightly tiptoed, ready to kiss her.

Anyway, just a kiss.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he tiptoed to kiss him, Feng Zhique stretched out his hand and clasped his waist, and after that, he couldn't move anymore.

Song Jing: "Well..."

Didn't you mean just a kiss?

It was half an hour before he was released again.

Feng Zhique's face was full of satisfaction, Song Jing was dizzy and felt out of breath.

At this time, the cell phone in Song Jing's pocket suddenly rang.

In the past month, Feng Zhique took advantage of Song Jing's inconvenient excuse, and got used to answering his phone calls, so without even thinking about it, he took out the phone from his jacket pocket , connected without thinking, and said, "Hello."

The person on the other end of the phone was about to speak, but when he heard the strange voice on the phone, he froze for a moment.

A female voice asked hesitantly, "... who are you?"

Hearing it was a woman's voice, Feng Zhique immediately became vigilant, as if he had found evidence of Song Jing's cheating, he lowered his head and bit Song Jing's red and swollen lips in dissatisfaction, and then returned without saying a word. , "His boyfriend. So, who are you?"

Feng Zhique asked very bluntly, with a cold voice.

But to my surprise, the woman on the other end of the phone didn't feel angry, but asked in surprise, "Really?"

Feng Zhique was impatient.

Or in other words, Feng Zhique has always been impatient in front of everyone except Song Jing.

"I'm asking you." Feng Zhique said impatiently.

"Oh." The woman on the other end of the phone replied with a smile, "I'm his mother."

Feng Zhique was stunned for a moment, and when he realized his reaction, he froze immediately.

Feng Zhique was stunned, and immediately glanced at the person in his arms in panic, then his attitude changed drastically, and he called out respectfully, "Hello, Auntie."

Mother Song didn't take the episode just now to heart at all, she continued to ask in a friendly voice, "Are you two together now?"

Feng Zhique replied respectfully, "Yes."

Even in front of the leaders of the difficult cooperative company, Feng Zhique remained calm and calm, not disturbed, let alone nervous.

But now, even though it was just a simple phone call, Feng Zhique's whole body tensed up, and he didn't even dare to breathe, for fear that he would offend the other party by accidentally saying another sentence wrong.

Mother Song's voice was very relaxed, and more than that, there was more joy in it, "How long have you been together?"

Feng Zhique's voice hesitated, hesitating whether to tell the truth, or to make up a lie, saying that they have been dating for a long time.

And just as Feng Zhique was hesitating, Mother Song suddenly asked again, "I want to meet you, would you like to?"

Feng Zhique was stunned again.

Song's mother knew that she was a bit abrupt, so she quickly explained, "Don't be nervous, I just want to see how you look, and I definitely don't want you to break up. After all, my son has been single before. No matter how much I urge him, he will not find a partner. , so I am very curious about your appearance..."

Mother Song spoke earnestly and spoke eloquently.

Seeing that they were not allowed to break up, Feng Zhique breathed a sigh of relief, and then quickly arranged his phone call and meeting place and time.

After the arrangements were made, Mother Song said to see you then, and Feng Zhique hung up the phone in peace.

After hanging up the phone, Feng Zhique lowered his head, only to see Song Jing staring at him blankly, his eyes blank.

Song Jing: "Did you give your phone number to my mother? And what was the address and time just now?"

Feng Zhique blinked, and replied truthfully, "Your mother wants to meet me."

Song Jing's body froze, and the corners of her eyes twitched, "...to meet?"

Feng Zhique saw that Song Jing's expression was not very good-looking, and asked tentatively, "What's wrong."

Song Jing didn't say a word, his expression was solemn.

No matter whether he agreed to associate with Feng Zhique, or agreed to let Feng Zhique take care of him, from the beginning to the end, he held the idea that he didn't hate it anyway, so why not just try it.

Just because he was just planning to try, he didn't have the idea of ​​going to see Feng Zhique's mother, or telling his own mother, and letting the two meet.

Although I met Feng's mother just now, but because I just bumped into each other by accident, there is really no way to avoid it, so I had to accept my fate.

But for Feng Zhique to meet his mother, so far, he has never had this idea.

Moreover, now that he has met Feng's mother, if Feng Zhique is allowed to meet his mother now, wouldn't that mean that the relationship has been completely established.

Not only is the relationship completely confirmed, but if they don't agree and want to break up in the future, I'm afraid it will be a lot more troublesome than usual.

Song Jing thought calmly, raised her eyes slightly, and frowned at Feng Zhique.

When he raised his eyes, he saw Feng Zhique looking nervously at him, as if he thought he had done something wrong, he was slightly stunned, his heart lightened, and he thought: forget it, see you See you, it's just a meeting, it doesn't mean anything.

After thinking about it, Song Jing's expression softened, and he asked lightly, "Don't you want to cook?"

Feng Zhique was stunned for a moment, but when he came back to his senses, he immediately came to his senses with a silly smile on his face.

Feng Zhique put his arms around Song Jing's waist, rubbed his head coquettishly, and asked stickily, "What kind of clothes does your mother like? A calmer one? Or a warmer one? What kind of clothes should I wear when the time comes... ..."

Feng Zhique babbled and asked.

Song Jing remained expressionless, "Anything you want."

After speaking, reach out and push.

"Go and cook."

Feng Zhique gave Song Jing an aggrieved look, pouted, and walked into the kitchen quite dissatisfied.

After cooking, at the dinner table, Feng Zhique still had a worried expression on his face.

Feng Zhique's expression was heavy, thinking about meeting Song's mother, he was so worried that he almost couldn't eat, "If we meet at that time, she doesn't like me when she sees me, what should I do if she doesn't agree with us being together. "

Song actually felt that Feng Zhique's worry was superfluous, "It doesn't matter if she disagrees, it's up to me to decide whether to break up or not."

If he wants to break up, even if she agrees, it will be useless.

As if being reminded, Feng Zhique's expression froze, and the worry just now disappeared without a trace.

But at the same time, Feng Zhique's face was full of vigilance and defense.

Feng Zhique squinted his eyes slightly, and said vigilantly, "Want to break up? Don't think about it."

Song Jing was indifferent, because he really had no intention of breaking up at the moment.

But Feng Zhique, who was just pretending to be arrogant, saw his indifferent face, and immediately couldn't help but get nervous.

So, for a moment, the hard look on someone's face immediately turned into a low voice, "Where can I find such a rich and considerate boyfriend? Do you really want to break up? If you think there is something wrong with me, I will Change it now..."

Someone said in a low voice, lowering his eyebrows and looking pleasing to the eye, with an aggrieved and bitter expression on his face.

Song didn't reply.

Seeing that he didn't reply, the expression on his face was completely unmoved and indifferent, so the expression on someone's face suddenly became more aggrieved, with glare in his eyes and tears dancing.

Song Jing listened, and finally couldn't help it anymore, and looked at someone with a strange expression, "I didn't seem to say that I wanted to break up."

Someone paused.

...it seems to be true.

When he realized it, the resentful look on Feng Zhique's face immediately turned into a silly smile.

Song Jing couldn't hold back, and silently glanced at Feng Zhique.

Ever since they got together, he realized day by day that Feng Zhique... seemed to be becoming more and more stupid.

Song Jing thought silently, and was caught off guard, suddenly felt that his waist seemed to be hooked again.

Song Jing put on a blank face, without even raising his eyes, he stretched out his hand and pushed Feng Zhique, "Don't move your hands and feet while eating."

Feng Zhique's expression was innocent, "I can't help it."

Song Jing: "..."

The meeting time is a week later.

Although Song Jing had already said with Feng Zhique that whether to break up or not was up to his decision, not his mother's, but when the day of their meeting actually came, Feng Zhique still couldn't help feeling nervous.

In the bedroom, Feng Zhique stood in front of the wardrobe, worried.

Feng Zhique took out a camel turtleneck cashmere sweater from the closet, turned his head and asked Song Jing, "How about this one?"

Song Jing: "Very good."

Feng Zhique frowned, "Will it be too casual and less formal?"

With that said, he turned his head and took out another dark suit.

Song Jing sighed and looked at the time.

He reminded with a slumped face, "You're going to be late."

Feng Zhique was startled, and only belatedly remembered the appointed time.

Feng Zhique panicked, but he was still asking, "Then which one is better?"

Song Jing: "...Anything is fine."

Feng Zhique looked at him resentfully.

Song Jing was silent, hesitated for a moment, as if she had made up her mind, and said a little unnaturally, "You look good, she likes whatever you wear."

Feng Zhique was stunned, and after a while, he came back to his senses and couldn't help but smile softly.

Feng Zhique leaned closer, his voice low and lingering, "Finally do you know how good-looking your boyfriend is?"

It was the first time for Song to say such words, and he looked away unnaturally, not daring to meet Shang Feng Zhique's gaze.

But even so, he still hummed in a low voice and responded.

Of course, the purpose was just to let Feng Zhique change clothes quickly and set off.

Feng Zhique pressed him up, squinted his eyes slightly, and immediately climbed up the pole, asking, "How beautiful is that? If my little boyfriend doesn't explain clearly, how would I know?"

Song Jing: "..."

With a wooden face, he gave Feng Zhique a cold look, then took out his phone to check the time.

Song Jing: "You still have half an hour."

When Feng Zhique heard the sound, his body froze immediately, and the sloppiness on his face disappeared immediately.

No longer caring about which clothes looked good, Feng Zhique hurriedly changed into a set of clothes, ready to go.

Afraid of appearing too high-profile and causing Song's mother's resentment and disgust, for this reason, when setting off, Feng Zhique specially picked a scooter that was not too conspicuous and not too expensive.

Of course, I don't dare to be too cheap. If my mother-in-law misunderstands him because of being too cheap, and mistakenly thinks that his family is poor and the conditions are extremely poor, so that he and Song Jing are immediately broken up, it will be self-defeating.

Inside the car, Feng Zhique was still worried.

Feng Zhique was holding the steering wheel with one hand, and with the other hand, he was vigorously probing in Song Jing's direction. Song Jing didn't know, and went in, and subconsciously ducked back, avoiding Feng Zhique's hand.

Song Jing looked at Feng Zhique's hand and frowned, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Feng Zhique had a pitiful face, "I'm afraid."

Song Jing's eyelids twitched, "...what are you afraid of?"

"Afraid of mother-in-law." Feng Zhique was pitiful, showing weakness to him.

Song Jing: "..."

The corners of his eyes twitched.

The corners of Song Jing's eyes twitched slightly, and he asked, "You are afraid, what are you doing with your hands?"

Feng Zhique looked at him eagerly, "Hold hands."

Song Jing said with a wooden face, "Drive well."

Feng Zhique resented, "You don't feel sorry for your boyfriend at all."

Song Jing was speechless.

He pointed to the traffic policeman not far from the car window, and said, "Then you want to be deducted points?"

Feng Zhique ignored him, he turned his head to face the front of the driver's seat, without looking at Song Jing, but the resentful expression on his face fully showed his feelings at the moment.

--Angry.

Feng Zhique seldom gets angry. In this month, the times of getting angry are very few.

However, unlike other people who seldom get angry, and once angry, it is extremely difficult to deal with, Feng Zhique is very easy to coax.

According to before, no matter how angry Feng Zhique was, it had nothing to do with Song Jing, and Song Jing would just ignore it.

Of course, even if they are dating now, Song Jing can still completely ignore Feng Zhique as before.

But now Song Jing looked at Feng Zhique's sulky appearance in that life, the corners of his lips turned up unconsciously, and felt that Feng Zhique was really funny.

Song Jing turned his head and looked straight ahead, seeing that he was about to reach the traffic light, and it was still a red light, so he slowly stretched out his hand and asked, "Do you want to hold me?"

Feng Zhique didn't move.

Song Jing was stunned, "Don't hold me anymore?"

As he spoke, he gestured to close his hands.

Seeing this, Feng Zhique immediately grabbed her and interlocked his fingers.

"Pull."

The five fingers were tightly intertwined, and the expression on Feng Zhique's face did not change much, but the corners of his lips unconsciously raised half a point.

OK, I'm happy.

But as soon as the red light passed, Song Jing immediately withdrew his hand, and his expression returned to indifference.

Feng Zhique looked over aggrievedly, but he ignored it coldly, and threw out four words, "Drive well."

Feng Zhique was depressed, muttering secretly in his mouth, whispering that Xiao Song Song was ruthless.

In a blink of an eye, we arrived at the appointed place.

It is a coffee shop, quiet, cozy, and a place suitable for conversation.

After parking the car, Song Jing calmly opened the door and got out of the car with a calm expression.

After thinking about it, he no longer took this meeting to heart.

But on the contrary, Song Jing got out of the car for a long time, and Feng Zhique on the driver's seat did not move.

Song Jing waited outside the car for a long time but did not wait for the people in the car to get off, so he walked to the driver's seat and knocked on the window with his hand raised.

The window was lowered, and he asked the people in the car, "What are you doing in the car? Don't get out of the car?"

Feng Zhique looked at him with dazed eyes, didn't reply, and even acted as if he didn't hear him, his soul seemed to have been separated from his body.

Song Jing was slightly taken aback.

He thought that the fear in Feng Zhique's mouth was just talk, but he didn't expect that he was really afraid.

He frowned, suddenly felt a little difficult.

Song Jing took a few glances at Feng Zhique, then sighed slightly, put his hand into the car, opened the door by himself, then turned off the ignition for Feng Zhique, then stretched out his hand, and pulled Feng Zhique out.

Feng Zhique's palm was cold, and he could hardly feel the temperature between his fingers.

Song Jing subconsciously glanced at Feng Zhique again.

The expression on Feng Zhique's face didn't change much, it was completely the same as usual, even more calm and calm than when he was showing pity in the car just now, but for some reason, in Song Jing's eyes, his current expression Looking at it, it looks much more pitiful than the expression he had when he was showing pitiful in the car just now.

Song Jing was very calm, grabbed his hand and walked towards the door of the coffee shop.

Feng Zhique hesitated, and asked him nervously, "What will I say later."

Song Jing didn't look back, "There's no need to say anything."

Feng Zhique frowned, "...that would give my aunt a bad impression."

Song Jing replied indifferently, "You don't need to worry about this."

Feng Zhique was still hesitant, but Song Jinglan was too lazy to manage Feng Zhique's worries and hesitation, and dragged him directly into the coffee shop.

As soon as he entered the coffee shop, Feng Zhique's whole body froze immediately.

Feng Zhique's appearance was conspicuous, and he was dressed with great taste. As soon as he stood in the coffee shop, other people around him immediately looked in his direction involuntarily.

Among them, Song's mother was naturally included.

Song Jing dragged Feng Zhique directly to Mother Song.

He sat down calmly and called, "Mom."

Mother Song on the opposite side responded, and then looked at Feng Zhique with a complicated expression.

She didn't expect that the person with her son would look so good-looking. Not only that, but from the way he dressed, it seemed that his family was also in good condition.

Song Jing called out, the same reason, whether it's polite or emotional, when seeing an elder, Feng Zhique should first greet the elder Song's mother.

But probably because he was too nervous, Feng Zhique's brain twitched, and after Song Jing had just finished yelling, he immediately followed up subconsciously, "Mom."

Mother Song was taken aback.

Song's mother was stunned, probably because she hadn't reacted yet, she followed suit and responded.

Song Jing at the side: "..."