Rebirth of the Wealthy Fakes

Pang Yi wanted to see Song Feile alone. Although Tang Yan was unwilling, he had no choice but to watch Pang Yi walk out of the terrace. This weather is annoying.

The bodyguard felt terrified when he saw Song Feile. The youngest son of the Song family looked like a nobleman, but his actions were inversely proportional to his face. One second he politely said to visit Mr. Tang, but the next second he turned his face away People, people kill people when they see it, and Buddhas kill Buddha when they see it. No, several people have been knocked down.

Tang Si's good morning was completely ruined, and he couldn't really do anything to him, so he had to suppress his temper and ask nicely, "I said Song San, why are you here with me when you have nothing to do?"

Song Feile was not in a hurry when he saw Tang Si, drank tea slowly, wiped his hands with a tissue in an elegant manner, and then said meaningfully, "It's not that you don't know about the mess in my house, my uncle is my grandfather's heart Meat, your brother hides a good person, how can I ask my mother to explain?"

"What?" Tang Si was taken aback. That little bastard Tang Yan didn't go to school recently, he just nestled in the backyard every day and said that he picked up a classmate's house to stay for a while, but he didn't take it seriously. Could it be the man from last time?

Did Pang Yi really beat his head to pieces last time?

After thinking for a while, Tang Si adjusted his expression. He was always protective, and immediately defended his brother and replied, "I mean Song San, I heard that you were kidnapped a while ago, and it's a fortune teller if you come out alive. You don't have anything to do with each other, I'm afraid it's a misunderstanding." Who knows if your uncle is dead or alive?

"Is it...?" Song Feile said lightly, and casually sent a picture to Tang Si on his mobile phone.

Hearing a "ding", Tang Si's cell phone rang. Tang Si saw that it was a multimedia message, then glanced at Song Feile, opened it inexplicably, and his face changed like a revolving lantern. !

"Who gave this to you??!" Tang Si's tone changed.

"My brother gave it to him. He said that if you don't cooperate, he will send this to you." Song Feile replied lazily without raising his eyelids.

Hello Song Feilian! !Tang Si's nose was almost crooked by anger!

The two of you were doing Tai Chi, when someone came over from the door, he respectfully called out Tang Si, little fourth master, and then turned to Song Feile and said, "Mr. you."

Song Feile stood up suddenly, "Where is he?"

Only then did Tang Si realize that his brother Tang Yan, that little bastard, really got his uncle back, and he was so angry for a while!

Song Feile followed the visitor around the front hall to the second-floor terrace of the villa. The Tang family's villa has a Southeast Asian tropical style. Although it is winter, the plants are still very lush and green.From a distance, Tang Yan was seen sitting on the handrail of the corridor feeding the fish, and when he saw him coming, he snorted coldly.

"Troubleshooting Lun? Song Feile, you're hot! You're an uncle, what are you in such a hurry for? I'm waiting for him to beat you half to death!" Tang Yan didn't want to do anything other than sneer at Song Feile when he saw Song Feile.

Song Feile naturally knew about his small thoughts, his contemptuous eyes only paused on Tang Yan for a second, and Song Feile felt that it was a waste of time, since Pang Yi and him were not related by blood, there was no need for others to judge .

From very early on, Tang Yan was annoyed by Song Feile's attitude of being indifferent to anyone. Song Feile is simply a person, with incompetence + sexual frigidity!Why does Pang Yi like this?Instead, I can't feel his enthusiasm! ?Young Master Tang was angry in his heart!

As he got closer to the terrace, Song Feile envisioned countless possible reactions from Pang Yi, he might kick him directly, he might punch him, he might pour coffee on his head directly, Possibly even yelling at him to roll out of his sight.

But when I walked to the terrace, there was no one on the terrace.Pang Yi is not there.

The person who led the way and Mr. Song didn't expect this, and the person next to him added a little embarrassedly, "Mr. Pang said that the courtyard is very unique, and he is going to take pictures and send it to his designer. He will also come to decorate next time." This style."

So the person who led the way had no choice but to take Song Feile to the yard again.

Walking into the yard, the cold wind blew, and there was a continuous drizzle outside. It was not very heavy, but it was lightly and softly sprinkled down, Song Feile exhaled white air, and turned his coat on. This circle was covered with a layer of fine and dense droplets of water.

As a result, when I went to the yard, there was still no one there.

The person who led the way was puzzled, "Isn't Mr. Pang taking pictures here?"

The people in the yard looked up, "Ah! I remembered that Mr. Pang had been here before, but he would say it was cold when he stood up, and he wanted to go back to his room to get his clothes."

The person leading the way took a deep breath, and obviously felt that Song Feile's aura had changed.It's not easy for him to turn back to get the umbrella. It's not far away, and it seems too delicate to hold an umbrella.With a bitter face complaining incessantly, this Mr. Pang usually doesn't come out of the bedroom door to recuperate his injuries, why is he wandering around when someone came to visit him today?

Song Feile suppressed his mood, frowned, and ordered, "Go. Go to his room." Tang Yan was really kind, and even got him a bedroom. His enthusiasm was really a fire in winter, burning hot.

Tossed to the bedroom, sorry, no one.Song Feile followed in such a large circle, and his eagerness turned into a rare irritability. He praised in a cold voice, "This house of the Tang family is really nice, I'm almost done visiting it."

Sensitively feeling that the distinguished guest behind him seemed to be in a bad mood, the person leading the way shrank his neck, thinking of the description he had just heard from other people, he immediately complained to Pang Yi as well.

Ah... This Young Master Song looks like his clothes are wet a lot...

After coming out of the bedroom, Song Feile finally saw the back of the person he had been thinking about lately on the balcony.The eager mood was mixed with a strange and inexplicable irritability. He didn't know where this irritability came from, but he felt that his heart was stuffy...

"Pang Yi!" He called the other party's name.

With his back facing him, Pang Yi was holding a black rib umbrella. The light rain outside was quite heavy, making his whole body moist.Hearing his shout, he turned around.

The intact Pang Yi made Song Feile's heart surge.

"Are you playing me on purpose?" Do you know how worried I am?Worrying was just a trick by Tang Yan.

Song Feile walked into his umbrella, and the two of them were so close, his voice was filled with repressed anger, and there were tiny drops of water on his light brown hair, which wet his forehead so that he could see it.

Pang Yi lowered his eyes, staring at the drops of water on the shoulders of Song Feile's tailored coat, and said flatly, "This is the feeling of not being valued by others, why? You just experience it once, and you can't stand it?"

These words were provocative. Song Feile didn't come to quarrel with him. He stretched out his hand and pulled his shoulder, and said to him eagerly, "I'll explain everything to you. You go back with me first."

As he spoke, he was about to pull him away.

Pang Yi didn't move, "You must not get your phone yet, have you?"

Song Feile was stunned for a moment. During the time in the hospital, his brother got him a new mobile phone, but the number has not been returned to the business office. It is only a temporary number. He has called Pang Yi countless times with the new phone and it will always be turned off. , Song Feile can also understand, after all, the communication equipment and watches of the three people were confiscated at that time.

"So what?" Song Feile asked strangely.

"Song Feile..." Pang Yi sighed slightly, he touched Song Feile's face, it still felt so good, and his eyes were so fucking beautiful, the biggest pitfall in his life was falling into a first-class disability when he fell on him.

That voice is so gentle, so light, even with delicate sweetness, like the breeze in spring, calling out from Pang Yi's mouth...

Song Feile suddenly became afraid of what he was going to say next, Pang Yi was not like this usually...it was too different from his personality.

"I've already told you GOODBYE, we're done playing, you can't easily lose your memory at such a young age."

Song Feile's expression changed suddenly when he heard this, he blinked, and squeezed Pang Yi's hand that was stroking his face, "What do you mean?"

"Literally." Pang Yi stared into Song Feile's eyes, feeling that Song Feile squeezed his hand tightly, and it even hurt a little.

Seeing his frown, Song Feile slowed down, but did not let go of his hand, "Don't do this, things are not what you think, please listen to my explanation?" Song Feile said eagerly to Pang Yi.

He was really anxious, he was afraid that if he didn't explain clearly quickly, Pang Yi would kick him directly, and then violently fight with him to solve the problem.

"Okay." Unexpectedly, Pang Yi answered like this, and even cooperated with his explanation, giving him a smile that you can speak slowly.

Then Pang Yizhen didn't interrupt a word until Song Feile finished talking.

After Song Feile explained a few things logically, Pang Yi nodded and said to him sincerely:

"Thank you."

Song Feile choked on this answer.

Pang Yi smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes.

This is the first time Pang Yi said thank you to Song Feile.

Song Feile was suddenly speechless, and Pang Yi didn't look like he was joking. He responded to Song Feile's explanation seriously and expressed his sincere thanks.But he didn't look at Song Feile, or even if he smiled at Song Feile, the reflection in his eyes disappeared.

"Don't even think about breaking up with me!" Song Feile, who realized something, hugged his waist sullenly, causing Pang Yi's injured elbow to start to hurt terribly again.

Just like his heart full of holes, the worst feeling he ever felt was not knowing whether to wait or give up?

But he is a gentleman who wants him to cry, he is willing to slap himself hard, but today he is allowed to go crazy once, after pushing himself to the extreme, Pang Yi suddenly finds that everything is nothing more than that.

People always make mistakes, otherwise the right road will be overcrowded.

He lightly patted Song Feile's shoulder, held Song Feile's face in his hands, and stared seriously at Song Feile's beautiful eyes that had fascinated him every minute, "Xiao Song, don't do this, we haven't started yet." , Where did the breakup come from? At best, it was only when friends with benefits were going on, you have had enough fun, and I am old, now it’s good to go back to each house and find each mother.”

"Say it again." Song Feile was trembling with anger.

"We're done!"

Pang Yi turned cold, suppressed his outburst, and said as calmly as possible, "It's the same every few times."

Song Feile's mood transitioned from anger to a strange and turbulent fear, and this fear finally overturned his reason. He paled and shook his head in a difficult tone, "Pang Yi, don't do this! I wish you were like before. Hit me, scold me, beat me to death, instead of treating me like I don’t exist now.”

He used to think he could bear this feeling, but when everything happened, Song Feile found that he couldn't bear it at all.

The sweet sigh finally disappeared, this sentence seemed to have touched Pang Yi, his face gradually changed, his eyes showed no emotion, "I could stand it before, why can't you stand it? Am I not a human? In your eyes, only Liu Xingzhi is human?"

Hearing his indifferent words, Song Feile trembled, "I love you."

Pang Yi smiled, and his voice returned to the sweetness and gentleness just now, as if the words he was about to answer were the common whispered answer among lovers all over the world: I love you too.

He took his hand out of the confinement of Song Feile's palm, stared at Song Feile's eyes without blinking and responded softly:

"No, you love Liu Xingzhi."

"I love you." Song Feile couldn't help but say it again.

"No, you love Liu Xingzhi." After speaking, Pang Yi even smiled.

"I..." Song Feile was about to speak, but Pang Yi suddenly dropped the umbrella and put his finger on his lips, making a silent movement.

Song Feile stopped.

"You love Liu Xingzhi, don't forget this in your life."

The rain wet the hair of both of them, they were not drowned, but they rushed straight to the body coldly, Song Feile seemed to have thought of something, his lips were pale, his voice was even trembling, "Are you tired of me? Pang One, you provoked me first."

Pang Yi finally pushed him away coldly, resisting the constant pain in his heart from being repeatedly cut by a blunt knife, "If you say you are tired, you are tired. Anyway, the boys I have dated with... are nothing... different……"

That sentence was so different that he could hardly complete the sentence.

"I have never had one of my favorite things, Song Feile, why do you always don't understand?"

Why do you always don't understand?

Song Feile stood under the light rain, the sky was gray and black, and the hazy mood reflected him like a person in a painting.Just like when they met for the first time, one-third of his pale pupils were hidden under the eyelids, invisible, but the pupils like glass beads were clear and distinct, giving people a feeling of fading mood. Feeling like tiredness.

But at this moment, the feeling has changed, Pang Yi almost reflexively took a step back with his gnawing aura.

"You were the one who provoked me first, Pang Yi, you were the one who provoked me first... I, Song Feile, have never been a character to be thrown away after playing."