I was scumbag, he came to the door

"For half an hour, either you show up at Zishui Apartment, or I will go to Hongsheng Home to find you."

After Tang Shi finished speaking, he hung up the phone, not giving Song Ci a chance to answer at all.

Song Ci squeezed the phone and stared at Ai Qing with big eyes.

"Ai Qing, how do I treat you?" Song Ci asked.

Ai Qing: "Very good, you are my favorite brother Song."

Song Ci nodded: "I'm so nice, you sure don't want to embarrass me, right?"

Ai Qing nodded subconsciously, and then he paid the price for his actions.

Song Ci cleaned up the house, opened a new can of milk cake for the cat at home, and prepared half a bowl of goat milk powder for her. Time appeared at the door of Zishui Apartment.

There was a gentle night breeze, and Tang shi stood in front of the car with a few cigarette butts under his feet.

The moment Song Ci appeared, a look of disappointment flashed across his eyes, this little guy came too fast.

"I'm not late." Song Ci said with the smell of alcohol all over his body. The three bottles of beer are not enough to make people drink, but they are somewhat over the top.

Even though it was too windy in summer, it wasn't too good, Tang Shi held his shoulders and walked back, "Well, you didn't drink too much, you just flirted with other men."

Song Ci's head was full of alcohol, and he touched the oil on Tang Shi's waist from time to time, but he justified his behavior: "I know you must have thought about it too, everyone in Bensan understands it. "

Tang Shi laughed angrily: "Do you think that's why I came to you?"

"Otherwise, there was something else involved between the two of us?"

Tang Shi was so angry that his head hurt and he hurried home. He just wanted to pour a pot of hangover soup on him.

The street lights are bright, and the shadows of the two people are entangled and stretched infinitely.

Ai Qing staggered behind them, bumped into the light pole without taking two steps, and hit a big bump on his forehead.

Song Ci was about to turn around when he heard the voice, but Tang Shi pushed his head back again.

"Don't look, it's just that someone blindly hit the streetlight."

Song Ci: "Oh,"

It's not good that such a big street light can hit your eyes.

Tang Shi cooked a bowl of hangover soup for Song Ci according to what was said on the Internet, and when it came out, a certain person who claimed to be not drunk collapsed on the sofa and wanted to sleep.

"Get up, drink the hangover soup before going to bed, or you will have a headache tomorrow."

Tang Shi sat down next to Song Ci with the soup, saw that he was worried that the soup would spill and dirty the sofa, and simply fed him with a bowl.

Although Song Ci was confused, the basic sense of shame was still there. He was so grown up and let others feed him. His ears were full of enthusiasm, his eyes drifted away, but he didn't dare to look at Tang Shi.

"Leaving me for two days, I see that you are having a good time, Song Ci, where is your heart?" Tang Shi put down the bowl and tapped Song Ci's heart twice with his slender index finger.

Summer clothes are thin, Song Ci only felt that this finger poked his skin through the fabric.

"I don't have one," Song Ci lowered his head and whispered, "Besides, every time I meet you, I do nothing but go to bed. What's the difference between asking for you and asking for fuck."

His voice was very low for the last few words, but Tang Shi still heard them because he was too close.

He laughed back angrily: "I see you want to fuck now."

He already hinted at himself when he came here, enjoy it if he can’t refuse, originally he also wanted to find a high-quality gun|friend in D City.

Song Ci fell down on the sofa and even took the initiative to lift up the hem of his short sleeves, revealing his flat and muscular waist.

"bring it on."

The look of anticipation on his face was too sincere, Tang Shi couldn't speak for a while, he couldn't help but start to reflect, did he give Song Ci this illusion?

No one came over for a long time, and the belly was a little cold in the air. Song Ci gave Tang Shi a dissatisfied look, "If you don't come, I'm going to sleep."

"..."

Song Ci couldn't fall asleep. Tang Shi took him to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth with cold water. When he sat on the sofa again, Song Ci's brain was abnormally clear.

Tang Shi asked, "What plans do you have for the future?"

planning?Song Ci wanted to spit fire when he heard these two words. It was fine to mention them every day at home, and now even Tang Shi also mentioned them.

"Without a plan, why do you look down on our freelance work and think that we must work from [-] to [-]? Or should we be famous like you?"

"I just want to spread out at home, without any plans, and I don't want to do anything."

Tang shi didn't know where he hit the other party's hot spot, and his temper also came up when he was pissed off for no reason.

"I just want to ask if you have time. I have a niece who needs to study high math. It's fine if you don't want to. There's no need to be so aggressive."

Tang Shi put his cool hand on the back of Song Ci's neck. Song Ci's whole body trembled, but he didn't dare to move, for fear that his fragile neck would be cut off by the other party in the next second.

"I, I didn't mean that." Song Ci sneered, "I'm sorry, I was annoyed by people talking about it recently, and I thought you were the same as those people."

Song Ci was sent to his family to be liberated. It was rare for his parents to say that they would leave him alone. He had been wasting for two days and hadn't had time to think about what work he was going to do.

Hearing Tang shi's caring greeting from his elders suddenly, he subconsciously thought this was the same.

He had a good attitude of correcting when he knew his mistakes, apologized wholeheartedly, and after the other party let go of his neck, he took the initiative to run over and kiss Tang Shi on the cheek.

"I was wrong." Song Ci said, putting his hands on Tang Shi's shoulders, and using both hands to gently massage his shoulders, "You can punish him however you want."

"Humph."

"I don't know good people."

Tang Shi hugged Song Ci forcefully and sat on his lap, pinching his waist with his big hands. With this posture, Song Ci couldn't run even if he wanted to, so he had to face Tang Shi face to face.

"Three hundred per hour, high mathematics in college, if you don't have high requirements, you can just fail the course, you can make up for it or not."

The tuition fee for high school students is less than [-] per hour, and it is [-] for a college student to make up high math. If it is a supplementary class, it will inevitably have something to do with Tang Shi's private life.

Song Ci hesitated for a moment and thought of his wallet, his savings hadn't swelled enough to do whatever he wanted, and besides, don't take advantage of the bastard.

"Make up." Song Ci quickly agreed: "When will it start? I have a lot of time. I can come to work at any time, and it doesn't matter how long it takes."

Tang Shi thought about his niece's class and said, "At the end of the month, I'll let you know the specific time. If you have something to ask her to cooperate with your time, she's just a student anyway. She has nothing serious to do except play during the holidays."

At this moment, Song Ci didn't know whether to be happy that he had a high tuition fee, or to feel sorry for Tang Shi's niece.

Even before the holiday, it was clearly arranged.

However, there was a hint of doubt in Song Ci's eyes.

"The university is sure that it needs to make up classes? It doesn't have the same academic pressure as high school."

Tang Shi sneered: "Our family doesn't allow failing subjects."

Song Ci shuddered, feeling from the bottom of his heart that being a kid from a wealthy family is not easy.

After agreeing on making up lessons, Song Ci yawned, stood up from Tang Shi, and walked skillfully to the bedroom.

"I'll go to bed first, drink and don't take a shower and think I'm dirty, go to the second bedroom."

Tang Shi pulled his neckline to reveal his large chest muscles, his eyes slid from Song Ci's back all the way to some fleshy place under his body, ready to move.

"In my home, wouldn't it be good to rob my master bedroom?" Tang Shi rushed in before Song Ci closed the door, and pushed the person behind the door to overwhelm him with his height advantage.

Song Ci found out about wall thumping, and Tang Shi became more proficient in doing it, and he seemed to have become a romance heroine. He was a big man anyway, so how could he keep being thumped by others.

Song Ci tiptoed to force Tang Shi against the wall on one side. The height difference was a few centimeters. He couldn't look down at the other person, so he had to lift Tang Shi's chin with his right hand, and imitated the lines he saw with his eyes and said .

"I can sleep wherever I want."

Tang Shi chuckled, his voice was sexy and full of magnetism, and the stimulating Song Ci felt itchy in his heart, and somewhere he wanted to raise his head.

"Well, you can sleep anywhere you want."

While speaking, Tang Shi moved his hand down, moved his head closer to bite Song Ci's ear, and lowered his voice: "You can sleep, including me."

In this regard, Song Ci lost to Tang Shi after all, and was pushed to the bed in the end.

At the critical moment of being fried fish, Song Ci raised his hands above his head, and a certain evil man smiled slightly at him.

"Get angry with me? Still trying to kick me out? Huh?" The last suffix is ​​elongated, charming and dangerous at this moment.

Beads of sweat were all over Song Ci's fair forehead, he shook his head: "I didn't."

Tang Shi didn't intend to let the other party go, and continued to ask, "Why such a big reaction."

"what?"

"planning."

Song Ci understood that the other party was asking why he had such a big reaction, and got angry without even thinking about it.

There were some things that he didn't want to do, but it became an instinctive reaction if he listened too much, and Tang Shi probably wouldn't understand.

Song Ci was silent, but Tang Shi didn't intend to let the other party go. He repeated his old trick and stopped at the most critical place every time, and then endured the heat rising in his heart, waiting for Song Ci's reaction.

"You," Song Ci was stuck, but he couldn't resist because of the knife and the fish, so he simply closed his eyes and said in a self-defeating manner.

"I've been told that all the time."

"For future planning, find a stable job as soon as possible, preferably with a decent salary and high salary. These are the troubles of ordinary people."

A hint of sarcasm appeared in the corners of Song Ci's reddened eyes: "How nice you are, you never have these troubles."

Tang Shi got the answer, but he wasn't as happy as he imagined. He bullied himself again and blocked Song Ci's mouth with his actions.

This time was better than last time, the two fell asleep after tossing twice, and it was only eight o'clock when Song Ci opened his eyes the next morning.

He was relieved that he didn't oversleep.

"Huh." Song Ci sat down propped up on the bed, just about to lament his extraordinary talent, when he suddenly noticed the fiery gaze beside him.

Turning around, he found that Tang Shi was leaning against the bed with his upper body naked, with a thick foreign language book on his lap, and this man was wearing a pair of glasses.

"I'm hungry, why didn't you go shopping today?" Song Ci forced himself to look away, not to be fascinated by others, with a dry tone.

Tang Shi closed the book with a snap, stared at Song Ci and said slowly, "It's not because I was afraid that someone would run away. Last time I actively bought breakfast, but when I came back, there were only vacant rooms."

"Tell me, who is to blame?"

The author has something to say: Song Ci: Blame me, I made breakfast by myself.

An unknown niece also shed tears of sorrow: tool people are not worthy of talking

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