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"Fang Wei," Song Xinheng turned a blind eye to his wish: "We haven't broken up yet, how dare you say it."

All the efforts were in vain, not to mention Fang Wei, even Song Xinheng could foresee his frantic appearance.Speaking bad things about Du Chenghong in front of Fang Wei, deliberately keeping him here, and even brazenly asking Wink for clarification. He was full of confidence that he could turn the situation around, until now he found out , basically in vain.

He originally thought that anger was very useful, but when he learned that those willful emotions always had a counterproductive effect on Fang Wei, he didn't dare to act rashly.Obviously the other party was a coward who didn't even have the guts to talk to him before, but after so many months, he became the most repulsive object again.There are many things that can be dropped in the room, but even so, Song Xinheng feels that he cannot afford to fall.

Fang Wei thought that Song Xinheng had listened, and pulled his wrinkled clothes in the cramped corner, half-bent his fingers, and finally climbed onto the cold doorknob.Thinking that Fang Wei might just run far away, that he might never look at himself again, his chest seemed to be suddenly stuffed with a ball of cotton soaked in bitter water, Song Xinheng's arm blocking the way froze, and he still didn't let it go. open.

Grabbing Fang Wei's hand, Song Xinheng skillfully locked the door behind him, and pulled Fang Wei's sleeve into the room.There was plenty of light in the room, but Song Xinheng's sudden intensification of movements still made Fang Wei feel uneasy.Originally, he was walking towards the sofa, but Song Xinheng suddenly changed his direction and pulled Fang Wei to the side of the bed. Before he could react, he had already sat down with his shoulders held down.

The quilt filled with down was fluffy and fluffy, and Fang Wei's down jacket was already fluffy, so when he sat down, he lost his center of gravity and fell backwards.Realizing how dangerous this place is, Fang Wei's heart tightened, and he turned over immediately, grabbing the pocket of his coat.Song Xinheng looked at him condescendingly, as if he was about to be overwhelmed at any moment, but he didn't. After a short confrontation, Song Xinheng walked around to the head of the bed.

Just as Fang Wei was about to run, Song Xinheng came back with a long leg. He didn't know what he was holding in his hand. Fang Wei subconsciously tightened the pure white quilt cover. When he turned his head to look, he found that Song Xinheng was holding something. It's a remote.The temperature marked on the air conditioner rose by five degrees in a row. Song Xinheng went to pick up the phone again, gave Fang Wei a meaningful look, and went to the balcony to make a phone call.

With his back to the night scene outside the window, he was talking fiercely to whom he was talking to, but those beautiful eyes were always on Fang Wei, staring at him a little hairy.Not sure how reliable Song Xinheng's restraint was, Fang Wei turned his head away, and decided to get up and walk towards the door. After taking half a step, Song Xinheng hung up the phone neatly, stacked it with the air conditioner remote control, and entered the room to arrest people. caught back.

"Sit down well," Song Xinheng knew that if he talked quickly, he would only be at a disadvantage, Song Xinheng didn't listen to him, and didn't tell him, avoiding all topics of the other party's mental infidelity.He turned on the TV and picked a documentary for Fang Wei to watch. Millions of wildebeest galloped by, which fit Fang Wei's mood fascinatedly. The room was probably too quiet. Song Xinheng even turned up the volume, but he didn't hear a single narration.

The camera turned to the penguins in Antarctica. The icy and snowy atmosphere made Fang Wei, who was in a high-temperature room, frown again, but he still wrapped his coat stubbornly, and did not intend to let go at all.Seeing that he was unhappy, Song Xinheng switched to another children's channel for him. The child stars on the channel giggled non-stop, Song Xinheng also laughed dryly twice, and Fang Wei moved aside silently.

When the doorbell rang, Fang Wei's nerves tensed up again.Song Xinheng went to open the door, and he could still see the remote control in his trouser pocket from his back.The little assistant standing outside the door pushed the boxes that had been packed from Fang Wei's room. Due to Song Xinheng's height, even if he was worried about Fang Wei's troubles, he couldn't see the room at all. It was isolated from the anti-theft door.

"You don't go back to the room tonight, sleep here." Pushing Fang Wei's suitcase to the closet, Song Xinheng took the hotel manual, went to the door and set the built-in combination lock of the superior room.This seemingly unserious design can only be used for unserious purposes. Song Xinheng went to the bathroom and heard that Fang Wei had been ordering for a long time, but he still failed to crack it.

The pajamas are made of pure cotton, thin and comfortable, but the neckline design is as low as ever, as if anyone who takes a second look is taking advantage of Song Xinheng.Going back to the bedroom in cool clothes, the man still wrapped like a rice dumpling, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, his eyes fell on the remote control in Song Xinheng's hand, but Song Xinheng didn't give it to him, and only brought a towel to help him. He wiped his face.

"I have no other meaning," Song Xinheng folded the towel in half: "If you sleep like this tonight, you will die of heat."

Song Xinheng smelled very fragrant, to the point that even he himself disliked it. Fang Wei also smelled it. He didn't hate this smell, but if he smelled it too much, he would want to take a bath.Sitting hesitantly for a while, he didn't feel Song Xinheng's intention to let him go. The man who was so hot that he couldn't stand it, went to the door and silently studied the code for a while, then took off his heavy coat.

Song Xinheng didn't respond, Fang Wei raised his arm and sniffed himself, wondering if it was the psychological effect of covering for too long, he always felt that he smelled very sweaty.Ignoring the pretty and delicious ex-idol half leaning on the bed, Fang Wei rummaged through the suitcase, got the pajamas and went to the bathroom. After washing, Fang Wei dried his hair and felt that there was no such exaggerated fragrance of Song Xinheng left on his body. .

When stepping on slippers and going out, Song Xinheng was frowning slightly looking at the schedule that he received today. The lights in the room were dimmed, probably because the lying posture was so beautiful, Fang Wei was a little moved for a moment , Song Xinheng's face has been in a stable peak state since he grew up, and his figure is also very good-looking, not to mention that Fang Wei has touched it with his own hands, and it feels amazing.

But no matter how seductive he looks, as long as he thinks of the bad character under that gorgeous skin, it will always bring people back to their senses immediately, and lose interest in an instant.Seeing Fang Wei coming out, Song Xinheng's facial nerves moved, but even with a killer weapon like a smile, Fang Wei accepted the failure. Even though he was in front of a body that would attract people to commit crimes, he still didn't see that Song Xinheng was seducing him.

"You sleep on the bed." Knowing that it would be futile to struggle, Song Xinheng got up, left the bed to Fang Wei, took a blanket and went to the sofa.Fang Wei hesitated for a while, adjusted the temperature to normal and fell asleep under the covers.Because Song Xinheng had just been lying down, there was not only residual warmth on the surface of the quilt, but also some fragrance. Fang Wei sniffed and found that the light above his head had been dimmed by Song Xinheng again.

It felt aggrieved to be trapped here, knowing that Song Xinheng was still awake, Fang Wei sat up.Although he had a premonition that the consequences of saying this sentence might be serious, he still felt the need to speak. He paused and said, "I really like Du Chenghong."

There was deathly silence in the room, and it was so long that Fang Wei wondered if he hadn't heard, and Song Xinheng got up.He went straight to the bed, and when Fang Wei thought he was going to beat someone, Song Xinheng just tucked Fang Wei back into the bed and turned off the main light source at the head of the bed.In the dim vision, Song Xinheng squatted down and kissed Fang Wei's forehead, and tucked the quilt for him: "But I don't like him."

"It's not that he's the only one who likes you," Song Xinheng said, "I like you too, but you're only partial to him."

The author has something to say

I found that besides breakfast, they often struggle with air conditioning and lights.

Another update today is probably before twelve o'clock.