The school bully is a small waist

Song Yu turned his back awkwardly, and added in a low voice: "Stop being narcissistic."

Qin Shi looked at Song Yu and smiled, but didn't speak.

In fact, he didn't know why he was able to maintain such a strong interest in Song Yu, especially after yesterday, he was found to be a very tenacious and principled person. Such a charming personality is extremely charming.

Qin Shi didn't know why, but he had a passionate feeling of wanting to fall in love with the other party, and he quickly took action.

In the evening, when Qin Shi sent Song Yu back to his home, his behavior was gentlemanly and restrained. It was completely different from the previous few days.

In the following time, he launched a strong pursuit of Song Yu. After buying breakfast early in the morning, he came to knock on Song Yu's house. Song Yu was too embarrassed to stop him from the door, so he could only let him in.

After breakfast, he would personally drive Song Yu to the company. Almost everyone in their company now acquiesced that Qin Shi was his boyfriend. Unexpectedly, his attitude changed 180 degrees.

Only then did Song Yu realize that almost everyone was following the wind.

But amidst the hypocrisy of this group of people, he felt Qin Shi's sincerity like never before.

He would spend several hours driving to buy the snacks in C City because of his own words, and he would also take great pains to bring him tickets for musicals, and the two of them went to watch together.

Song Yu clenched his fist silently, and asked himself in his heart, is it okay?Is it really okay, be with Qin Shi.

But there is no doubt that his heart has been loosened.

For a person like him, when others treat him a little bit kindly, and silently reminisce in his heart, it becomes a hundred times sweeter.

For all kinds of feelings, deep in Song Yu's heart, there is still a lack of desire.

However, when the relationship between him and Qin Shi gradually improved, when he went to work in the afternoon, he received a call from Qin Shi.

Song Yu answered the phone with a hint of surprise in his tone: "Why do you call me during working hours?"

For Qin Shi, knowing that he is busy with work, it is difficult to call during normal working hours.

Qin Shi's tone was slightly low: "Song Yu, I told you, don't get excited. I have already called your boss and asked you for leave. You should go home immediately. Your grandpa... can't do it."

Song Yu's feet softened: "What?"

Qin Shi flashed a wry smile: "It was your birthday tomorrow, and I said I would go to your house to arrange a surprise for you, but who knew that I heard your nanny's exclamation before I entered the door."

Qin Shi paused for a moment, and then slowly said: "The old man walked very peacefully, Song Yu, don't be afraid, I will accompany you."

Song Yu rushed out of the company like crazy, with a trembling tone: "I'll be right over."

He stopped a taxi in a panic, and was almost hit by another car during the process. Song Yu's face was pale, his lips were tightly pressed, and his delicate little face was full of fragility.

He stomped on the ground frivolously, and pushed open the door of their house. Grandpa had already been carried to the yard and was covered with a white cloth. Qin Shi, who was at the side, stepped forward with concern, and stretched out his hand to support him.

Song Yu walked up to grandpa step by step, and with trembling hands lifted off the old man's white cloth, revealing the old man's thin cheeks, as Qin Shi said, grandpa walked very peacefully, with a kind expression on his face.

Song Yu trembled his hands, his pale face couldn't hold back any longer, a lot of tears poured out from his eyes, and hit the ground drop by drop.

Qin Shi looked at Song Yu like this, and felt very distressed. He couldn't imagine what kind of life Song Yu had lived in these years, which made people feel distressed.

Song Yu was finally in Qin Shi's arms, and cried out for the second time. His hands were tightly grasping Qin Shi's arm, his knuckles turned white with such strength, his body twitched, and his words were also tingling. Crying intermittently.

"Woooooo, Qin Shi, Qin Shi, I... I will have no relatives in the future."

He covered his cheeks, looking fragile and fragile: "Woo."

Those beautiful and charming eyes were full of moisture at this time, the whole eyes were flushed, and the cheeks were also flushed from crying, but the complexion was pale.

Disagreeing why, Qin Shi looked at Song Yu in this state, and always felt that this person in front of him was like a fragile porcelain doll, as if he would shatter it if he touched it lightly.

Qin Shi hurriedly pulled him into his arms, patted his back lightly as if to comfort him, his tone was full of infinite tenderness and love.

"No, no, Song Yu, you still have me, you still have me."

When he didn't meet this person in front of him, he didn't know that he, Qin Shi, would be subdued by one person in two or three strokes, and even his heart was tightly held by the other party.

Qin Shi's voice was a little hoarse, and he was nervous about being rejected: "Song Yu, let's be together, I will be your relative and lover, and I will protect you, okay?"

When he said these words, Qin Shi inevitably felt a strong sense of responsibility in his heart.

Song Yu lifted his tear-filled eyes and looked at the person in front of him. He was very uncertain in his heart, but at this moment, he had no confidence in the person in front of him.

"Okay." Song Yu hugged Qin Shi tightly, and finally agreed.

Grandpa's funeral was over, their family didn't have many relatives, and Qin Shi hired professional people to handle it, so Song Yu didn't worry too much.

It's just that without grandpa, Song Yu's heart inevitably felt empty.

He moved out of the old house and rented a house in the center of the city, so he didn't have to get up early anymore. Although Qin Shi really wanted to pull people into his house, he still respected Song Yu's decision in the end.

Moreover, he found that Director Song had become clingy since he agreed to be with him, which made him secretly happy.

On this day, Qin Shi was dealing with troublesome documents in his father's company, and unexpectedly received a call from his director Song.

"Come down." Song Yu's tone was tinged with joy.

Qin Shi narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a hint of joy in his tone: "Are you downstairs in the company?"

Song Yu replied on the phone: "I didn't go to work today, so I made some biscuits for you, Young Master Qin, you've worked hard, would you mind coming down and having a taste?"

Qin Shi smiled meaningfully: "How can I not taste Director Song's craftsmanship? Be good, baby, wait for me in the coffee shop downstairs, and I'll be down right away."

Song Yu nodded: "Okay, I'll order coffee and wait for you."

Qin Shi hung up the phone, and left his company with lightning speed, like a young boy.

Rushing all the way to the coffee shop, Song Meiren of his family was in the coffee shop, holding the coffee in her hand noblely, ticking her little finger provocatively at him: "Young Master Qin, here."

Qin Shi smiled, strode across to him and sat down, Song Yu pushed the biscuit on the table towards him: "Try it, I made it specially for you."

On the side, the waiter also brought coffee over: "Sir, your American style."

Qin Shi was not in a hurry to drink coffee, but impatiently put the biscuit into his mouth, squinted his eyes and praised: "Director Song is really a pair of skillful hands."

While talking, he still didn't forget to take advantage, reached out and hooked Song Yu's fingertips, and then held him in the palm of his hand.

Song Yu has long been used to such small intimate actions, and he didn't struggle, but just smiled and said: "I do a lot, you can bring some up later, and you can fill your stomach when you are hungry."

Qin Shi thought to himself, who in the Qin family would dare to let him go hungry, but in the end he was still unwilling to let the other party down: "Okay, I will definitely eat it all."

Song Yu watched Qin Shi eat with relish, and couldn't help but ask, "How does it taste? Is it delicious?"

Qin Shi suddenly blinked his eyes viciously: "Director Song, do you want to try it?"

Song Yu raised his eyebrows and asked with interest: "How does Young Master Qin want me to taste?"

Qin Shi bit a piece of biscuit in his mouth, half exposed, and said vaguely, "Come and taste it."

Song Yu is also willing to get used to his small interests. In public, it's okay to bite a biscuit, so Song Yu got up slightly, bent over to approach, and kissed Qin Shi's lips lightly, leaving half of his lips The biscuit was bitten off.

However, just when he was about to retreat, Qin Shi pressed his waist, and in an instant, Qin Shi's domineering and plundering kiss was printed on him.

The scent of biscuits spread between the lips and teeth of the two of them. Qin Shi hooked his tongue, teased patiently, and kissed every corner of Song Yu's lips delicately. The crispy biscuits were in Song Yu's lips, Gradually becoming wet and soft, but the fragrance is getting stronger and stronger.

Song Yu squeezed Qin Shi's shoulder, and protested vaguely: "Don't...well, there is someone."

Although they were in the corner, there were still quite a few people in the coffee shop. Song Yu's eyes sparkled, and he suddenly felt a sense of shameful excitement.

Qin Shi deepened the kiss, and completely contained Song Yu in his lips, leaving him no time to speak. Song Yu passively accepted the passionate kiss, and his cheeks turned red quickly.

At this time, Qin Shi's cell phone rang suddenly, and Song Yu's eyes flashed with sobriety, he clenched his small fist and lightly hit Qin Shi's chest twice, motioning him to answer the phone.

However, Qin Shi didn't care about it, he carefully licked every corner of Song Yu's mouth, rubbed every inch of his skin, and when it was done, he rolled up all the words from Song Yu's lips into his own mouth. Eat dry wipe.

After letting go of the panting Song Yu, Qin Shicai sat back on his seat with a satisfied face, and slowly took out his mobile phone.

The phone number was a little strange, and I didn't have much impression of it. It seemed that it was an unfamiliar person, but Qin Shi still connected the phone with a cheerful tone.

"Hey, is something wrong?"

On the other end of the phone was a very delicate and sweet man's voice: "Hello, Young Master Qin? I'm Xia Xia. Last time you came to my place, you left something behind. When will you be free to pick it up?"