heart arsonist

In just a few words, in addition to inappropriate emotions, there are also inappropriate content.After I finished speaking, I also felt awkward, and my face was still a little hot.Song Xinheng felt a little regretful, and felt that he should actually say something else.Fortunately, Fang Wei didn't hear the sentence just now, so he withdrew his hand around his waist and gently covered Fang Wei's ears, thinking about how to express it in another way.

He didn't really know what this person liked to hear. If it was in the past, Fang Wei would probably listen to anything he said.Before he could think of more useful words, Fang Wei, who was lying on his side, suddenly moved.The outstretched hand grabbed Song Xinheng's wrist violently, and after mercilessly throwing away the obstructing hand, Fang Wei lifted the quilt and got up, leaving the warm bed full of annoyance.

He couldn't bear it anymore. He had watched all of Song Xinheng's bloody dramas, and he never thought that the classic lines would feel like this.

There were a lot of goosebumps, but it wasn't from the cold, it was from being disgusted by Song Xinheng's plastic-flavored provocative sentences.

The slippers were next to Song Xinheng, and it was not comfortable to step on the floor with bare feet.Fang Wei turned around, because his position was backlit, his expression was not very clear, but Song Xinheng was keenly aware of Fang Wei's anger from his akimbo movement and heaving shoulders.

"Song Xinheng!" Fang Wei called his name, and his voice sounded very angry: "You just have to kill me!"

"I..." The person who was called didn't expect it to be so serious, he only knew that he had screwed up and had to do something to remedy it.Before he had time to send the slippers over, Fang Wei crackled and said, "Who let you in in the middle of the night, don't you even know the basic courtesy of respecting people? It's disgusting to use words from any trash drama. You thought you couldn’t live without anyone, did you?”

Song Xinheng didn't think that Fang Wei would not be able to live without him. On the contrary, if he knew that Fang Wei really couldn't do without him, he wouldn't have to come and say something embarrassing.Turning over to get the slippers, Song Xinheng just stretched out his hand to throw it to Fang Wei, when Fang Wei froze, even picked up the pillow and threw it at him. Although the feeling of being hit head-on wasn't terrible, it definitely wasn't. Good luck.

The stuffing of the pillow was originally very soft, and Fang Wei couldn't kill anyone if he threw it with all his strength, but he didn't know what was stuffed in it, and the corners were stiff and stiff. Hearing the sound of something being knocked, Fang Wei was also stunned. When he realized that he had offended that valuable face, Song Xinheng had already scooped up the pillow in his arms.

His nose hurts, but he is even more afraid that Fang Wei will rush over to grab things.While Fang Wei walked around to the door to turn on the light, Song Xinheng opened the zipper of the pillow with a stab, reached in and groped for the murder weapon. He could tell by the feel that it was something similar to a hard box record.

It's just that when the lights came on, the corners of Song Xinheng's mouth turned sharply downwards, and he glanced quietly at Fang Wei at the door.

He thought that even though Fang Wei had sold so many things, he finally let himself break through the fact that he still kept some.The texture of the box is very new, as if it has not been opened, Song Xinheng does not know any of the young people in their early twenties on the cover.

If Song Xinheng with a red nose could make Fang Wei slightly more apologetic, seeing the man staring fiercely at the album, Fang Wei immediately worried that Song Xinheng would blackmail him.He went over and took the box back. When Fang Wei was staring at his nose angrily and dared not speak, he heard Song Xinheng say in a bad tone: "Oh, I can't see it. You also buy this kind of rotten song?"

Fang Wei was at a loss for words, and looked at Song Xinheng with crossed legs and sneered: "Ugly and motherly, if they are popular, I can go to heaven!"

The makeup of the boys on the cover is not light, which fits the theme of the single, and it's normal to be a little bit creepy.What's more, Song Xinheng didn't even look at his face, and complained about the appearance of these newcomers.As soon as he got angry, he didn't remember that he had done this look hundreds of times. Just thinking about Fang Wei selling himself and hiding under the pillow with these guys, Song Xinheng was so angry that his chest hurt a little.

Fang Wei's face darkened completely. Although he didn't say a word, the invisible thorns on his back seemed to be stunned, as if he was about to rush over to beat someone at any time.But Fang Wei was Fang Wei after all, his fist was loose and tight, but he still didn't swing it.He got closer, reached out and grabbed Song Xinheng's sweater, pulling and pulling, and dragged the extra guy off the bed.

Song Xinheng wanted to resist, but he hadn't figured out how to avoid accidentally injuring Fang Wei, and he had already been shoved out of the bedroom.

The door was slammed and locked, and the lights were turned off. Song Xinheng lowered his head and found that his slippers were also locked inside.Swallowing silently, before Song Xinheng could speak, he heard Fang Wei inside say, "I've never seen anyone more annoying than you!"

Fang Wei thinks that he has good endurance. After getting to know Song Xinheng, he was forced to prove his limits on various issues.There are already many shortcomings, and in the middle of the night without permission, I ran into someone else's bed, said some routine things that didn't sound good to my brain, and I didn't know how to reflect on myself after saying these things, and even said such stupid things as bad things about idols in front of fans , and have the guts to do it.

Also DISS others are a small group, Fang Wei thought angrily, when Song Xinheng was a monster, these children were still studying, and Song Xinheng's three-nothing products became popular. If these children had no support, he would first Stand up to express dissatisfaction.

Being hit with a pillow and kicked out of bed, I have lived for so many years, and I have never experienced a more humiliating moment than this one.Resisting the urge to knock on the door, Song Xinheng clicked his tongue, thinking that even if Fang Wei opened the door and cried and begged him to come in, he would never soften his heart. Unable to stay in the crowded shabby room, Song Xinheng fiercely pulled the coat off the hook, stuffed the phone into his pocket, and went out before dawn.

Thinking of Fang Wei slamming the door just now, Song Xinheng also wanted to slam the anti-theft door. Remembering that Fang Wei just said that he had a bad temper today, Song Xinheng stared at the broken door for a few seconds, and closed it properly with an unhappy expression.When he went downstairs, the cold wind passed around his ankles, causing Song Xinheng to shiver. He called the little assistant who was still dreaming, and asked him to drive to pick him up now.

The little assistant was also miserable. When Song Xinheng got out of the car fiercely, he asked him to go back by himself, but he never said that he would pick him up in the middle of the night.He crawled out of bed, drove to the previous neighborhood, and saw Song Xinheng squatting on the curb of the road from a distance, half-closed his eyes and looked in his direction.Wrapped tightly in a thick coat and got into the car, the little assistant was about to drive when Song Xinheng in the back row threw another bag into his arms.

"Go into the row of buildings that turn left, unit 6, 501," Song Xinheng said angrily, "You send it up and put it at the door."

The little assistant was kicked out of the car, and he felt puzzled as he walked. He thought that Song Xinheng called him now, probably because he had enough tenderness with his man, and he went out until half the night to avoid people's eyes and ears.But now it seems that this kind of imagination is a bit superfluous. Even after putting the things away, Song Xinheng still had a dark face when he came back, and the little assistant wanted to burn incense, praying that this person's love will go smoothly.

After all, Song Xinheng was in a bad mood, and he was the one who was worried. He set the navigation at the hotel location. Song Xinheng took a look and asked him to advance the ticket as well.Previously worried that Song Xinheng would not return to the crew when he came, the little assistant finally breathed a sigh of relief. Song Xinheng didn't talk to him again along the way, and the memories of being hurt were repeated in his mind. Song Xinheng couldn't stop caring about Fang Wei's bad attitude.

Said he was bad, said he was disgusting, not only said he was disgusting, but also said that he had never seen anyone more annoying than him...

Fang Wei doesn't know how to swear, but he buckles all the bad words he can think of to Song Xinheng, which makes the latter extremely irritable.Thinking about it, it was still the fault of that line, I would have thought it out before I knew it, maybe Fang Wei would be moved to the point of crying.

Anyway, it won't be as bad as it is now, although in Song Xinheng's eyes, Fang Weixin's favorite group is really bad.

Even if you don't speak lines, you have to complain about taste, Song Xinheng thought, except for being young, those people are not as good as themselves at all.