want to lie to me to love you again

Song Zhicheng accidentally saw it when he turned around, his heart skipped a beat, and he took off the Buddha string on his wrist and put it in his hand to recite the Heart Sutra silently.At the beginning, he believed in this ancient sect because of his inexplicable headache. Later, this Buddhist chaplet and the scriptures he knew by heart gradually became his greatest spiritual sustenance, accompanying him through thousands of loneliness That night, he also made many difficult decisions for him.

Over time, he became dependent and had to take it out to have a look at it from time to time.

When Fang Zhiyi turned around and was about to ask him if there was any secret in the bathroom, he saw his eyes go blank, "staring" at the Buddha string in his hand, wondering what he was thinking.From his angle, he could just see Song Zhicheng's perfect profile and beautifully shaped neck.

He couldn't help blowing a hooligan whistle, which made Song Zhicheng's face darken, and he looked up.Fang Zhiyi actually saw the sharpness in his eyes.He immediately curled his lips, thinking, as for it?Not just whistling.

Then, he snorted softly and turned his head into the bathroom.

After seeing him go in, Song Zhicheng breathed a sigh of relief and sat back on the sofa.He squeezed the space between his brows, and leaned his head on the sofa wearily, wanting to take a good look at the relationship between himself and Fang Zhiyi.First of all, Fang Zhiyi's identity was originally clear, but it has become confusing again just now; secondly, Fang Zhiyi's attitude towards himself has also become a mystery. Another purpose is to deliberately approach oneself.This made Song Zhicheng usually not know how to treat him.

Fang Zhiyi took a quick shower. In order not to arouse suspicion, he hurriedly dressed and came out after 10 minutes.The two are about the same size, so he doesn't find it strange that he wears Song Zhicheng's clothes. Instead, he wears this slightly serious shirt with a sense of casual temptation.

Song Zhicheng took a closer look, and it turned out that Fang Zhiyi deliberately undid the top button, exposing most of his chest, no wonder it had such an effect.

Because it was so revealing, Song Zhicheng could vaguely see the hickey marks all over Fang Zhiyi's chest, and couldn't help but look away in embarrassment.

But although his eyes only stayed on Fang Zhiyi for a second, they were caught by Fang Zhiyi keenly.He couldn't help laughing, "Why doesn't Director Song look at it openly? But to be honest, since our bodies have already blended with each other, why not consider a closer relationship? As long as you admit that I am your boyfriend, then All the rumors will be broken without attack. We don't have to carry the shackles and worry about being discovered all the time."

Fang Zhiyi said this just to test Song Zhicheng, to see if he feels any different about himself after what happened last night?Of course, if Song Zhicheng really agreed to his proposal in the end, he would not agree.Because he didn't want to be hit by Song Shi's madness so soon.

He wanted to let Song Zhicheng know the truth when Song Zhicheng wanted to stop him, so that Song Shi would not want to live.

And last night, the medicine that Fang Zhiyi put into the water itself contained "psychedelic" ingredients, and it was a banned drug. It would make a person fall in love with another person imperceptibly, and no trace would be seen.

Fang Zhiyi was very satisfied with Song Zhicheng's performance this morning, because it proved that he had been affected by the medicine.

"Director Song, how are you? Do you want to consider my suggestion?"

"I think your suggestion is good."

"If you don't... what?! What did you say?"

"I said your suggestion is good, maybe we can practice it."

"..." Fang Zhiyi looked at Song Zhicheng suspiciously, thinking that his brain must have been burned out, but he actually agreed, and he didn't know what was the conspiracy, and he had to think for a while before he could speak.

"I thought it would take a little more talking this time. Why? Director Song agreed so easily, maybe it has already happened to me..."

"En." Song Zhicheng nodded, and reached out to pat his head.

"..." Fang Zhiyi stood still, but his face changed unpredictablely, "Director Song, you must be because of that scar, right?"

"Yes." Song Zhicheng admitted frankly.

"Then, what kind of existence does that person have in your mind?"

"I am...one of my younger brothers." Song Zhicheng looked far away, looking very nostalgic.

"Just, brother?"

"Of course. He is a very good brother of mine, but we lost contact because of an accident later on." When he said this, Song Zhicheng turned his head and looked away, so he didn't see Fang Zhiyi's self-deprecating eyes.

"Your brother, do you look like me?"

"Like, but not like."

"..." Fang Zhiyi was about to ask what this sentence meant, but the doorbell rang. His heart skipped a beat, and he was immediately thinking about how to respond.

But Song Zhicheng raised his hand and pressed his shoulder, his eyes seemed to tell him, "Don't panic", then he walked out of the bedroom and locked the door behind him.

Fang Zhiyi was taken aback by the sound of the lock being locked, and only then did he come to his senses, realizing that Song Zhicheng was covering for himself, and he couldn't help but secretly rejoice, thinking that this was at least a substantial progress.

He just sat on the sofa and waited.There was a faint voice of conversation coming from outside the bedroom, Fang Zhiyi couldn't hear it clearly, but he knew that Du Sheng's loud voice brought several people over.They seemed to come to condolences to Song Zhicheng. After all, in the eyes of others, Song Zhicheng was so virtuous yesterday that a hangover was inevitable.

It's just a phone call. The act of killing someone early in the morning is a bit unjustifiable even for a good brother.

Fang Zhiyi couldn't help feeling a bit apprehensive, thinking that the relationship between Du Sheng and Song Zhicheng was really unusual, maybe they...

Du Sheng outside the door really came to care about Song Zhicheng. He was mainly worried that Song Zhicheng would have another headache after drinking that glass of wine last night. Fortunately, he had nothing wrong with him except for his ugly face.

"Ah Cheng, did you just wake up?"

"Ah."

"What happened to you yesterday? Pour in a glass? You weren't like this before."

"It's really possible that I'm not in good health during this time. You know, something happened a while ago, and I've been very tired from work recently."

"You!" Du Sheng flew forward and put his arms around Song Zhicheng's neck directly, "Pay attention to your body! Look at you, what kind of torment did I make myself when I was not by your side?"

"What? Isn't it still as handsome?"

"Oh! Are you Song Zhicheng? You've already learned how to say this!"

"..."

"Okay, okay, I'm not joking. I actually have something very important to tell you this time, and I can't explain a sentence or two on the phone."

"what's up?"