cheongsam boy

When the door was knocked, Song Rin had just finished spraying the perfume. Hearing the knock on the door, his hand holding the bottle jumped suddenly, and then he subconsciously said "here".

He didn't have time to think too much, he closed the lid and ran to open the door, and Song Rin's eagerness was leaked at this moment.

The door of the room was quickly and forcefully opened, bringing out the floor warm air to move the chain on Gu Zhuo's glasses, and what blended before the smell was a gaze full of surprise and anticipation.

It's not that Song Rin has never dated others before, but she has never been as excited and reckless as today. Perhaps she followed the old saying, the more she pays attention, the more she makes mistakes. Song Rin said the wrong thing at the first sentence she met.

Without thinking, he asked in a bit of astonishment, "You're dressed so formally."

No wonder Song Rin reacted like this. Gu Zhuo was indeed dressed a bit too formally today, with a three-piece suit that didn't fall off. If you were careful, you could even find that he put on a tie clip carefully. It really didn't look like It's a dress for a date, but it's more like a million-dollar business deal.

But Song Rin's original intention of saying this was not to complain, but to exclaim, and he did not make less preparations, but comparing the two of them, he seemed a little too casual in what he was wearing.

But this is exactly the opposite in Gu Zhuo's eyes. Song Rin's outfit is very eye-catching today. Although he usually hates plaid-print woolen coats the most, it looks very good on Song Rin. The light-colored straight-leg trousers are a little bit crisper, and a little bit more blooming fragrance, which is exactly the dress for going out on a date.

Gu Zhuo glanced at the reflection on the edge of the metal door, annoyed: "Is it too formal, then wait for me a little longer, I'll go back and change."

"No, no, it's good," Song Rin realized later that he had said something wrong. He was eager to make up for it, and said without thinking, "It's very handsome, there's no need to change it."

Gu Zhuo was still a little hesitant, but he was relieved by Song Rin's next compliment, and he handed over the flowers: "Sorry, this is the first time I'm making an appointment so formally. Although I want to be romantic, it's inevitable that it will be vulgar. It's not very fragrant, so don't be disgusted."

It was only then that Song Rin realized that he had brought flowers, which were intensely burnt and magnificent multi-headed roses, rose red and orange red intertwined, through the softness of petal stamens, they were wrapped in old leather-colored newspapers, like presenting Formed into clouds of fire.

Song Rin's eyes were reddened, he took the flower in a daze, thanked him in a low voice, lowered his head and sniffed it lightly, it did not have the strong fragrance of a big rose, but it smelled good too.

Song Rin raised her eyes and smiled at him: "It's just right, I don't like too fragrant ones either."

"That's good, nothing wrong," Gu Zhuo was obviously relieved, he looked inside and asked, "Do you need more time? Or can you leave now?"

After Gu Zhuo's reminder, Song Rin realized that the two of them were still standing at the door of the room. He was rude for a moment and forgot to turn sideways to let someone in.

Song Rin hurriedly welcomed Gu Zhuo into the room, looking for a vase to put flowers in, and said, "I'll just wear a scarf."

"Let me come," Gu Zhuo took the flowers from his arms, "You wear a scarf, fasten it tight, it's windy outside today."

From Gu Zhuo's words, it is obvious that they have already gone out, and the two of them made an appointment to have breakfast together last night, so the reason for going out so early is obvious.

Song Rin's heart surged with enthusiasm, a scarf was tied on his hand, but his eyes couldn't stop drifting towards the bathroom, the sound of rushing water accompanied by the reflection of Gu Zhuo's back on the frosted glass, slammed into it dimly. in the head.

After Song Rin tied the scarf, Gu Zhuo also arranged the flowers. He put the flowers in a glass bottle in the hotel and put them on the bedside table next to Song Rin's sleep. At this time, Song Rin's voice sounded from behind, saying yes gone.

Gu Zhuo turned around, and his eyes just hit his face hidden behind the scarf. The scarf was a kind of gentle and clear Zhilan purple. The low saturation made Song Rin's complexion even colder and paler, as if adding color to the painting. A layered forest filter is used.

It's beautiful, but it's not real. I want people to add some color to pull him into the mortal world.

With a twist of his fingertips, Gu Zhuo plucked a rose with his backhand, and inserted it into the small hole between the needles of Song Rin's scarf, pulling him into his own world.

"The color is too light," Gu Zhuo explained, "It will be much better this way."

"Really?" Song Rin pressed the scarf with the tip of his chin, lowered his eyes to look at it, and thought for a while, "It really looks much better."

Gu Zhuo helped him press the creases, then withdrew his hands and led the people out, but when he reached the porch, he suddenly heard a voice behind him.

Gu Zhuo turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

I saw that Song Rin also picked a rose, which was different from the rose red that Gu Zhuo pinned on him just now, it was another orange one.

He inserted the orange red into the towel pocket in front of Gu Zhuo's suit: "Although he is handsome, he is still a little dull, not suitable for a date."

The flower head of the multi-headed rose is very small, and it looks easy to be damaged, and Song Rin was afraid that it would be knocked apart in the crowd, so after inserting the flower, he stretched out his hand and stuffed it in against the stamen.

After finishing it, Song Rin raised her eyes and said in a satisfied tone, "This is much better."

Gu Zhuo lowered his eyes to look at the rose on his chest, and then raised his eyes to look at the one among the stacks of Song Rin's scarves. In the process, the emotion in his eyes was burning hot and straightforward.

Gu Zhuo turned sideways and blocked the door. He looked at Song Rin's hand that had just been withdrawn, and asked, "Did Chief Song put on hand cream today?"

"What?" Song Rin was taken aback by his sudden question, he was taken aback for a moment, then came back to his senses, "Painted."

Hearing what Song Rin said, Gu Zhuo moved closer and asked, "Then if we hold hands now, there will be no static electricity, right?"

When Gu Zhuo asked this question, there were hints in his words, but the straightforwardness in his eyes was undisguised, and the movements of his hands followed suit, gradually reaching out to Song Rin's hand from the side.

Song Rin's hand, which was originally intended to carry the pocket, curled up for a moment, but did not move, just hanging down on the side of the clothes.

Gu Zhuo touched his fingertips tentatively, and the unremoved action of the person opposite him sounded loud and clear like a horn of encouragement, but he froze at this step and did not move forward.

Gu Zhuo was hesitating, not whether he should pull him or not, but whether he should just grasp it like this, or step by step from covering to intertwining, he was afraid of being too eager and reckless, and also afraid of waiting for Song Rin This sensitive little temper reacted and refused to be pulled.

But soon, Song Rin's attitude made the choice for him.

At the moment when the warmth came back, Gu Zhuo seemed to have been shocked by an electric shock. At this moment, his body reacted faster than his brain. When he recovered, he had already grasped Song Rin's hand, and he even held Song Rin's hand because he was too excited. Excited, he clenched his hand a little tighter.

Unlike Gu Zhuo's hands making the cheongsam, Song Rin's hands are unbelievably soft, and because of the hand cream, they are warm and greasy.

Gu Zhuo never thought that he would be so reckless and agitated because of holding hands. He slowly pressed Song Rin's fingers away, and slowly let the two hands clasp together.

The moment they closed, both of them felt the sudden tightening of the opponent's hand, and the next moment, their gazes met hotly.

Gu Zhuo rubbed Song Rin's bent fingers, and said with a smile, "It seems really too dry."

Song Rin hummed, feeling the friction of his palms, unnaturally changed the topic, and said, "Let's go, I'm hungry."

The two of them didn't withdraw their hands, they just walked out of the room holding hands, and didn't let go all the way to the breakfast shop.

The steaming raw porridge was served, and the waiter removed the number plate, leaving only two people sitting in the same row in the compartment.

Song Rin looked at the intersecting hands under his eyes, tried his best to raise his voice, and hinted: "Let's have breakfast first."

"Wait a while," Gu Zhuo leaned on the back of the booth, rubbing Song Rin's phalanx underneath, but his face was calm, "I just served it, it's too hot, wait a little longer."

The heating in the store is fully turned on, and the casserole is covered with a layer of anti-scald cotton cover. If it is not artificially stirred, it will not cool down for a while.

How could Song Rin not understand Gu Zhuo's careful thinking, he said helplessly: "Then it will take more than half an hour to go, let go, I'm really hungry."

Hearing Song Rin's words, Gu Zhuo subconsciously wanted to let go, but he just let go of his hand, and he thought of something, and immediately grabbed it back.

Gu Zhuo straightened up and looked at him, with a tentative and cautious look, he asked, "Then... can I still hold you later?"

Seeing this look like a child begging for candy, Song Rin was really helpless and funny. Gu Zhuo is really different in chasing people. He was like a banished fairy in the beginning, but why did he suddenly become vulgar? It's so annoying.

Song Rin pulled out her hand and rubbed the back of Gu Zhuo's hand with her sticky palm: "Hold, but change your hand. I'll give you some hand cream on your other hand, lest you shock me again."

The author has something to say: Recently, a lot of tense points and ideas suddenly came up, and I was about to write it. I turned on the computer and looked at it. Why did I hold hands?

emmm... only.pull.hand. emmm...

30. Ji Qing