Interstellar male god Raiders

Su Ke looked at Xi Lie's appearance like a beast that had lost his partner, and shrank back in fear. He knew that Song Qingyue might be misunderstood because of his own existence.

"Dong Xi...do you need me to explain to King Song Ge?"

Xi Lie shook his head, but suddenly felt that this scene looked familiar, and frowned, remembering that every time Song Qingyue bumped into him when he was acting with others, there were always a few people who would say with a guilty face that they would explain it clearly to Song Qingyue .

He contacted his secretary and someone sent a suit of clothes over.

"You can live here tonight, and the matter of changing agents will be resolved for you."

"Thank you Xi Dong."

Xi Lie didn't turn his anger on Su Ke. After all, there is no Su Ke and Li Ke, Wang Ke, the conflict between him and Song Qingyue is there, but he has not noticed it all the time. Now it is just because of Su Ke. It just exploded.

Xi Lie had three secretaries, two women and one man. He called the secretary at night.

After getting on the aircraft, Xi Lie asked the secretary to find out if anyone who had attended a banquet with him or accompanied him had visited Song Qingyue before.

Maybe he really lived too comfortably and too carelessly, and he and Song Qingyue have been noisy all these years, but this time he can feel that Song Qingyue really wants to break up with him, and get along with those jokers before. It's all different.

Xi Lie put his hand on his forehead and gave a wry smile in frustration.

When Ji Shenqian came home, he saw someone sitting in front of his house, and he took a closer look.

"Qingyue?"

"you're back."

"Well, let's go in and talk."

Ji Shenqian could see that Song Qingyue's condition was very bad, although he didn't know why, but since Song Qingyue came to him, it proved that Song Qingyue trusted him.

"Go take a shower."

"Don't I look all right?"

"To be honest, it's not that it's not very good, it's that it's very bad."

Song Qingyue nodded and walked upstairs.

"The first room on the right."

"Well, thank you."

Song Qingyue and Ji Shenqian's bodies were not much different, and they brought a new set of clothes for Song Qingyue to put on the bed.

"Qingyue, the change of clothes is on the bed."

"it is good."

Ji Shenqian went downstairs thinking that the only one who could make Song Qingyue react so strongly was Xi Lie. Although he didn't know what happened to the two of them, if Song Qingyue was willing to talk, he would listen.

He went into the kitchen to cook a pot of porridge, and then made some home-cooked dishes.

When Song Qingyue came down, he happened to smell the aroma of food wafting in the air. This kind of homely atmosphere enveloped him and made him feel peaceful in his heart.

Maybe this is what he and Xi Lie are lacking, doing more than talking, of course the "doing" refers to the deeper meaning.

Both of them are very busy, and neither of them has time to cook a meal. If they have that time, they might as well roll around on the bed twice. It seems that the two of them went astray from the very beginning, starting with physical intercourse, and then getting used to that. mode, there will be less communication in the heart.

"It smells good."

"Wait a little longer and you can eat."

"Ah."

Song Qingyue leaned on the door and watched Ji Shenqian skillfully use the things in the kitchen. He could only make some desserts and he didn't do very well. Other than that, he seldom stepped into the kitchen.

"Take these two dishes out, and one more dish will be fine."

"Ah."

Song Qingyue brought out the dishes, and Ji Shenqian quickly finished the last dish.

Dinner was meat and vegetable porridge, three dishes were enough for two people, and because Xi Cen ate a lot, Ji Shenqian's dish was not a lot.

"Delicious, you are amazing, this is the Chinese food of the ancient earth."

"Well, they are relatively simple home-cooked dishes. I can teach you when you have time. It's not difficult."

"Ah."

"I'm good at Chinese food, and I can also cook Western food, but Xi Cen can only cook Western food, so I have to give him some leeway."

When Ji Shenqian mentioned Xi Cen, his eyes were full of happiness, Song Qingyue was taken aback: "Xi Cen can cook?"

"Yeah, I can't tell. At first, I thought he was the kind who didn't touch the spring water with his fingers. After all, how could the national male god of the empire be infected with the smell of fireworks in the mortal world?"

"But even the national male god who can only be looked up to is just an ordinary person after taking off those halos. When I am busy, he will come and cook me a meal, or when I am free and he is busy, I will give him a meal." Make favorite desserts and bring them to him. I think that feelings are mutual, share each other, support each other, and go hand in hand.”

Song Qingyue looked at Ji Shenqian in a daze, he was shocked by what Ji Shenqian said, no matter what Xi Cen did or his view of love.

That's Xi Cen, with his status, he would make soup for Ji Shenqian.

Hearing what Ji Shenqian said, he also understood that this is probably the gap between him and Xi Lie, Ji Shenqian and Xi Cen.

"You can see it too."

"Are you having a conflict with Xi Lie?"

Song Qingyue shook his head: "I broke up with him."

Ji Shenqian looked at Song Qingyue in shock, and he could tell that Song Qingyue really broke up this time.

"But he didn't want to, and said let us both calm down."

"But after calming down, our conflict has been there for a day or two. If it can't be resolved, then it's just a matter of breaking up sooner or later."

"If I hadn't gone shopping today and saw his location in a hotel less than 100 meters away from me, I wouldn't have gone up to look at it. I thought he was drinking too much to take a rest there. Take him home to take care of him, but I asked him to open the door and he didn't come over right away so I knew there was a problem."

Song Qingyue took a breath, as if he couldn't bear the heavy emotion, his eyes were red: "I saw he was wearing a bathrobe, and there was a beautiful little boy in the room who happened to be the type he liked. The little boy was wearing a bathrobe, his hair was still a little wet, his eyes were red, and he didn't know if the good thing was interrupted by me, or it was over. Hehe... At that moment, I really felt like an idiot."

Ji Shenqian swallowed a mouthful of saliva, it's really indisputable that he caught the current situation.

"I know that he loves me, and I know that he is a careless person sometimes. Over the years, those Yingying Yanyans of his have been coming to me to speak harshly. I know that he is just acting on occasion, and I don't like those people. , but recently I feel more and more when such a day will be a head, I am really tired, everyone just thinks I am cold-hearted, but my heart is also made of meat, it is no different from others, and it will be the same after a long time It will be cool."

Song Qingyue's eyes were red, but he didn't shed tears, but such a fragile Song Qingyue made Ji Shenqian feel distressed.

"You're right, from love comes sorrow, from love comes fear, but this time I'm really tired."

Song Qingyue leaned against Ji Shenqian's shoulder, his voice trembling, and Ji Shenqian patted him on the back.

"Have you talked to him?"

Song Qingyue shook his head: "He has a straight mind and doesn't understand the twists and turns inside. If I talk to him about these things, he can at most say that he doesn't associate with those people, but things don't work that way. It’s not a machine, just make up for a missing part.”

Ji Shenqian knew what Song Qingyue meant. He and Xi Lie had more conflicts of ideas. It was like he and Xi Cen would rather buy each other a car or a house than buying each other a meal and a massage. , chatting, but in Xi Lie's consciousness, if there is any problem, just spend money to solve it. This is not to say that there is a problem with his approach, but that his way of expression is not suitable for Song Qingyue.

In the end, Ji Shenqian accompanied Song Qingyue and drank all the fine wine that Xi Cen put on him. Fortunately, Ji Shenqian can rest tomorrow because he filmed a night scene, otherwise no one would care about the two of them drunk at home, let alone ask for leave. .

Song Qingyue drank too much and wanted to drag Ji Shenqian out for a racing car. Fortunately, Ji Shenqian was not as conscious as he was drinking too much.

"No, no, no, I don't want my car to crash, I want to be a superstar."

Song Qingyue looked at Ji Shenqian embracing his waist, and nodded in a daze: "Yes, if you want to be a superstar, I also want to write songs for you!"

Speaking of which, Song Qingyue actually dragged him into the music room. Ji Shenqian took Song Qingyue into this room, but Song Qingyue still remembered it after drinking too much.

"Listen, I'll play a song for you."

Song Qingyue talked with his tongue, Ji Shenqian doubted that he could press the piano keys accurately, but the king of singers is the king of singers, he not only pressed the keys accurately, but also played very difficult ones.

Later, the two played four-handed playing, and the two laughed loudly while playing.

"Wait, I have an idea."

Song Qingyue stood up suddenly, fortunately Ji Shenqian had a blank paper and a pen in this room, Song Qingyue seemed to be really inspired, and kept writing.

Ji Shenqian's eyes were a bit astigmatized, and he couldn't focus properly. He sat on the ground in a daze and fell asleep holding the feet of the piano.

The next day he was woken up by Song Qingyue, the hangover feeling was not very good, Ji Shenqian almost vomited after being shaken by Song Qingyue.

"Don't...I'm going to throw up."

"Shen Qian, come and take a look."

Ji Shenqian swore that he had never seen Song Qingyue so excited, as if he had taken medicine, and gave him a piece of paper.

"You wrote all night?"

"Hmm! Here comes the inspiration."

Ji Shenqian walked to the piano and played Song Qingyue's piece, the more he played, the more excited he became.

The moment the last key was pressed and lifted, Ji Shenqian opened his eyes, and he grabbed Song Qingye's arm: "It will be hot!"

Song Qingyue showed a rare smile, nodded heavily, and then took out several pieces of paper.

"Come and take a look at these songs."

"So, how many songs did you write in one night?"

"There are more than 20 songs, but many of them are discarded. No, you can choose these seven songs."

Ji Shenqian prepared five songs for his new album, but Song Qingyue wrote seven songs for him in one night. This is really prolific like a sow...

Others would die if they fell in love, but Song Qingyue got inspiration when he fell in love.