I was scumbag, he came to the door

"Is it fragrant?"

"Want to eat?"

"Know what to do?"

Tang Shi was squatting in front of Feifei's bowl, with a freshly opened can in his palm, and the rich fragrance was coming out. Feifei was meowing anxiously, and kept bowing his head to this side. It's a pity that Tang Shi wasn't Song resignation.

He took the cat by the back of the neck and drove the cat trying to eat away again.

"You can eat if you want, but don't pester Song Ci too much, no strange men other than me are allowed in the house, as long as someone comes, you will bite him."

"You must stick to me. If I'm not around for a long time, you will call me, and you will bother Song Ci."

Tang Shi moved his palm forward as he spoke, let the cat, which was about to go crazy with hunger, eat two bites, and then took the can away when the cat squatted down to find a good posture to continue.

"Meow"

Tang Shi ignored its protest and continued to stare at people.

He had to let this little guy cling to him, so Song Ci would come to live with him because he couldn't stand the cat's fuss.

At the same time, we can't let other men appear, especially Ai Qing who likes to cling to Song Ci.

"What are you doing? Squatting there and watching the cat eat?" Song Ci came out of the bathroom wiping his hair, and cast a puzzled look at Tang Shi.

As early as when he heard the sound of the door opening, Tang Shi handed the canned food to Fatty, and the little guy was so addicted to eating canned food that he didn't have the heart to complain to his master.

"It's nothing, I just taught it the basic literacy of cats."

Tang Shi got up and walked to Song Ci, and naturally took the towel to help Song Ci wipe his head.

"Nothing to do today, come back to Zishui Apartment with me to get some things, and go to settle accounts and collect some gifts at night."

When they woke up this morning, neither of them mentioned what happened last night. Tang Shi's sentence, let's date, and the embarrassment caused by Gu Yuan and Ai Qing's turmoil, all disappeared with sleep.

Song Ci lowered his eyelashes to cover the real look in his eyes, "Okay."

There was a gentle touch on the top of his head. This kind of delicate care did not belong to a friend in a gun. He should have discovered that the relationship between him and Tang Shi had long since passed the limit of a bed partner.

Song Ci didn't dare to ask him what he thought. Although the habit of an ostrich is shameful, it is very useful.

When going downstairs, Song Ci found that the next door was moving, and the elevator was packed to the brim. The other party smiled at him apologetically.

"It's okay, we'll lie down later, you go down first."

"Thank you, brother. My house is sold. I've been a little troubled these days, so I apologize first." The other party was a middle-aged man who looked quite honest, and Song Ci shook his head to express that he was fine.

He and Tang shi took two steps back to make way for others.

"Strange, the house next door is fine, why did it suddenly sell the house?" Song Ci glanced at the house number 1402 next door, and muttered a few words.

Tang Shi: "Maybe because I suddenly got rich and wanted to go to a big house."

After all, it's someone else's business. It's useless to think too much about renting a house by yourself. Song Ci prayed that the new tenants would have a better temper. It's not a big deal.

The two of them drove all the way back to the Zishui apartment, and went to the door again. Song Ci found the slippers familiarly, without restraint at all.

He opened himself an iced Coke and asked, "What do you want?"

The last time I came to Tang, the refrigerator at home only had mineral water. This time there were more drinks such as cola and fruit juice. It is self-evident who it is for.

"There are two computers in the study room. You can use whichever one you want. There are also some books and video discs that I collected when I have nothing to do. You can browse them yourself, and I will go to the studio."

Tang Shi pushed open the door of the studio and Song Ci looked over. Three easels of different sizes were propped on the ground, and the walls in the room were full of paintings.

Song Ci: "You came back just to paint?"

He suddenly remembered what happened to the visitor in the art gallery, "You still want to give them three paintings?"

Tang Shi didn't deny it: "Well, buy those three paintings back at the original price, and then sell them another three paintings. Don't worry, I won't lose money if I follow the market price."

Song Ci didn't know much about the painting market, but he checked the information after he went back that day.

He knows how popular ST's paintings are, and he is not joking when he says that one painting is a set of houses in Yancheng.

In recent years, due to the reduction of ST output, the price has soared, and everyone understands the truth that the rarest is the most expensive.

Even if what Tang Shi said lightly was that they didn't lose money at the market price, it was still at a loss for them to publish three paintings at the same time, and the price must not be comparable to before.

It's all because of himself, if he hadn't suggested it, he would never have thought of taking back what he sold.

Tang Shi watched Song Ci's face getting more and more guilty, and sighed helplessly, "Don't think too much, we are really not at a loss. I didn't draw before because I didn't have inspiration, and it wasn't because of the deliberate hype that I said on the Internet. kind of words."

"Do you want me to do this as the Tang family?"

Song Ci: "Then why did you only publish one painting every year for three consecutive years? And three years ago, your average annual output was five plus."

Tang Shi: "I have no inspiration, but now I have a muse, and I have ten paintings a month."

When talking about Muse, he played with the tip of Song Ci's ear with his hand.

Ears are one of the most sensitive parts of a person, Song Ci only felt itchy there, wanted to tilt his head but couldn't bear it.

"Whatever you want, I'll find something to do by myself, I'm busy too."

If it goes any further, it's going to go off the rails. Song Ci's rationality prevailed, and he quickly pushed Tang Shi away and ran to the living room to lie on the sofa, crossing his legs and starting the sage time.

When Tang Shi was painting, he didn't like to be disturbed by others. He closed the door of the studio, turned around and restrained his smile.suffer?How could it be possible, these two words never existed in his Tang Dynasty dictionary.

A person who doesn't understand art and tries to slander him, he doesn't mind slowly settling the score with the other party.

As a freelancer, Song Ci has not traveled recently, and has nothing else to do except for a promotion. At this moment, he finally has the safety of an adult.

It’s not okay to go on like this. If you can’t sit and eat and idle for too long, people will be useless.

But let him find a job, and it is unlikely that people who are used to freedom can hardly bear the nine-to-five work of office workers.

Song Ci turned on his mobile phone and began to check travel recommendations in various places. While checking, he switched pages to Notepad to take notes, which was very inconvenient to operate.

After a few minutes, he thought of Tang Shi's words, the computer can be used casually.

"I didn't want to use your computer on purpose, I really need it for work." Song Ci made excuses for himself when he pushed open the study door.

The study room is very large, about [-] square meters, surrounded by rows of brown-yellow solid wood bookshelves, it looks like you have entered a library at a glance.

There are all kinds of books including Chinese and Western by category.

Near the floor-to-ceiling windows are double desks, two black leather soft chairs side by side, and two desktop computers of the same style and model.

Song Ci hesitated for a moment, but still moved towards the computer on the left that looked like it was often used.

With the development of information today, the computer is the existence that can most expose a person's privacy besides the mobile phone.

Song Ci thought that he didn't do it on purpose. First, he really needed to use a computer and Tang Shi said he could use it casually. Second, Tang Shi exposed his old background clearly, but he didn't know about the other party.

All I know is that his name is Tang Shi, and he is one of the heirs of the Yancheng Tang Group. His family is very rich, but nothing else.

The computer turned on very quickly, and when Song Ci saw the desktop, his whole body went down.

The icons are clean and orderly, which is convenient for users to see the desktop background clearly.

It was a group photo. In the photo, a young man was sleeping with his eyes closed and soft black hair sticking to the side of his face, while the person next to him was holding his head, and the two were cuddling intimately.

Looking at the background of the photo, it looks like it was taken at a homestay in D City.

Song Ci was always the first one to fall asleep after finishing work, but he really didn't know when Tang Shi fell asleep and when the photo was taken.

"This person really is."

Song Ci stared at the computer screen, some memories came back again, his old face turned red little by little, and his heart was soft and messy.

The other party probably set the group photo as a screensaver just after returning from D City, and at that time he had already run away, and the two of them might never have the chance to meet again.

But he still set it up, and all kinds of thoughts flooded Song Ci's mind, making him eager to find someone to share, and the only person who knew the inside story was not here yet.

Song Ci simply made a video call to Ai Qing.

When the phone was connected, what appeared in front of Song Ci was wearing big yellow beach pants, a floral shirt and sunglasses.

If Ai Qing's face was not still there, Song Ci would have thought that his mobile phone had been stolen by a street youth.

Song Ci raised his eyebrows: "Have you gone to the beach?"

Ai Qing: "I came here last night. There is no way my old man said that I graduated, so he will definitely sponsor me for a trip."

Song Ci was too lazy to expose his lame lie, so he told Ai Qing about the computer screen saver with red ears.

"Before you showed up last night, he said he wanted to date me. Do you think Tang Shi and I are really going to develop?" Song Ci originally thought that the other party was joking, but when he saw this photo, he didn't know. confirmed.

In the photo, he was leaning intimately on Tang Shi's shoulder, sleeping peacefully and Tang Shi's brows were full of warmth. If it was released that they were not a couple, no one would believe it.

Over there Ai Qing was lying on the beach basking in the sun, looking through the screen at Song Ge who fell in love, and then thinking about the picture he saw last night, their Song Ge was obviously below, and Being manipulated to death.

The more she thought about it, the more angry Ai Qing couldn't help saying: "Brother, you two just met not long ago, you slept so soundly in a stranger's bed."

Song Ci thought it was true. Logically speaking, the two of them were strangers at the time, and he let them stay overnight. He slept so dead that he didn't even know that the other party took pictures.

Ai Qing continued: "Brother, I'm not picking things up. Since he can take a group photo, is it possible for him to take some other photos for you?"

"Anyway, you've already fallen asleep, and the battle between the two of you, tsk tsk tsk, you know best."

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The joy faded in an instant, and Song Ci stared at the photo used as a screen saver, suddenly feeling cold hands and feet.

Ai Qing's goal was achieved, and he didn't irritate Brother Song anymore: "Brother, although Tang Shi is not a good person, he is also suitable for being a partner, but you still have to be on guard against him. He said he would let you down, and he said he was just playing for fun." Just play, you have to resist, you know."

Song Ci didn't listen to a single word of what was said later. He spread out on the chair and carefully recalled the scenes of those few days. Although he likes to sleep naked at home, he will honestly put on his pajamas every night when he sleeps outside.

Even if it was done with Tang Shi, it was no exception. Every night after the two of them took a shower, he would definitely get dressed before going to bed, and the self in this photo was also wearing the familiar gray short sleeves.

"Ai Qing, you're wrong Tang Shi won't take other photos of me, he's very nice."

Song Ci suddenly said: "I forgot to put on my pajamas once when I was out, and he put them on for me. He didn't think about it at all."

"He just wanted to take a photo of us together. I think he has something wrong with me."

Ai Qing:? ? ?

"You both have gone to bed, isn't it too late to say that you have something wrong with you?"

"Brother, what we're talking about now is defensiveness. You can't obey him."

Song Ci thought to himself that not only did he not obey what he said, but he even lied one after another. He could be called a model of a scumbag, but Tang Shi probably regarded him as a dating partner from the very beginning.

The two of them had never been equal in their thinking. He wanted to find himself a one-night stand and throw it away when he ran out, while Tang Shi wanted to find himself a marriage partner.

One party revealed all the information at the very beginning, but he just didn't want to believe it.

"Have fun, I figured it out myself."

Song Ci said twice and hung up WeChat, leaving Ai Qing angry at the beeping phone.

Dare to provoke him in vain. Not only was Brother Song not angry, but he also discovered Tang Shi's affectionate side! ! ! !

Using work as an excuse to turn on Tang Shi's computer, and after staring at the computer for a long time watching the screen saver, Song Ci completely lost the will to work.

Tang shi wanted to be with him for a long time, is this possible?

Song Ci once again fell into deep thought. Leaving aside his own family situation, judging from the various reports he has seen, wealthy families can't tolerate coming out of the closet even more than ordinary people.

What about Tang Shi's family?How could he think that two people can go on for a long time.

Didi, the phone rang twice, which was a reminder to add WeChat friends.

Song Ci glanced at the notes, which read: Gu Yuan.

The scene of Gu Yuan rushing into the bedroom with his mobile phone last night is vivid in his memory. This man has a gossip like Ai Qing, but he is Tang Shi's good friend, and he is not a bad person.

Song Ci sighed and pressed the pass button, and Gu Yuan's message came after a while.

Gu Xiaoyuan: "Sister-in-law, I'm sorry, I was impulsive last night, I promise I didn't see anything I shouldn't have seen."

Gu Xiaoyuan: "Brother Shi was in a bad state when he left my house. He sat in my house facing the wall all afternoon. He didn't drink or eat. I'm really worried about something going wrong."

Gu Yuan was the first to sell Bo Mi to himself and Tang Shi, and Song Ci's questioning words were just blocked in his throat.

Song Ci: "What happened to Tang Shi? Who can make him sad?"

Song Ci reflected on his behavior in the past few days. Anyway, he didn't make any mistakes and didn't offend Tang Shi, and Tang Shi's high spirits last night matched his physical strength perfectly with his waist strength. In comparison, he looked like the person who hadn't eaten all day .

Gu Xiaoyuan: "I heard that he was ridiculed by people outside. He just wants to save face. Every time he is talked about, he likes to be autistic, and then he doesn't eat or drink and wait for his mood to adjust. My brother has endured it for so many years. It's not bad this time, I'm just worried that he will cause trouble for you."

Gu Xiaoyuan: "When people you know are in a bad mood, they are stimulated by another layer, and it is easy to do extreme things."

In a bad mood and stimulated?Song Ci code-named seated and thought of the art museum. At that time, the secretary said that Tang Shi was nothing if he left the Tang family, but Tang Shi behaved calmly, saying that he didn't care and that he would not be the one who suffered.

But according to Bao Yuan, Tang Shi was still sad later, but he didn't let him see it.

Thinking about it like this, Song Ci couldn't care less about being angry anymore, he sent Gu Yuan back an emoticon package that he knew, stood up abruptly and walked towards the studio.

The door of the studio was closed, and Song Ci held the doorknob and hesitated for a long time, but finally failed to push the door open.

"Forget it, I can't stop the inspiration, let's talk about it at night." Song Ci quietly retreated back and forth to find his mobile phone, and placed an order on a well-known grocery shopping software.

The two ate siu mai and wontons at the gate of the community in the morning. Seeing that it was already ten o'clock at noon, Song Ci was going to cook something to comfort Tang Shi's fragile heart.

There is nothing that food can't solve, if there is, then two meals.

My family owns a small hotel, and since I was a child, I have been with the chef uncle and I have been traveling for a long time, so Song Ci has learned a few dishes anyway.

Soup, fried fish, stir-fried vegetables, good combination of meat and vegetables, and finally four dishes and one soup, except that the appearance is not so good, everything else is very good.

Tang Shi came to the kitchen smelling the smell after finishing a painting. Ying Ting raised his eyebrows and said, "Although I went too far last night, the crime is not worthy of death. Xiao Ci, you wouldn't murder your husband, right?"

Song Ci put the quilt on the table heavily, and spilled a little of the juice inside with too much force. He stared at Tang Shi and sneered, "Don't worry, I put the quilt inside. If something happens to you, I'll go find someone else immediately."

It should not be unnecessary.

Song Ci took chopsticks for himself, and without looking at Tang Shi sitting on the chair, he picked a piece of braised pork for himself to eat.

The top-quality pigs are fat and thin, and there is no other problem except that the color is a bit heavier.

"I want to eat the food made by Song Ci in our family even if it's sex."

Tang Shi took a pair of chopsticks for himself and sat opposite Song Ci, "In order not to let you go to someone else, I will try my best to live to be a hundred years old. You can rest assured that with my physical strength, I will keep you comfortable until you are 70 years old."

Someone didn't eat yesterday afternoon, and he was still alive and well at night, and he was full of food and drink, but he was not the other party's opponent. Song Ci believed in the 70-year-old statement in his heart, and then drove Tang Shi out of his mind.

He was only 22 years old, why would he think about what would happen 50 years later, and he and Tang Shi might separate when.

"Why do you think of cooking?" Tang Shi asked suspiciously after scooping up a bowl of soup and handing it to Song Ci.

"This is the first time you cook after we met. Can I understand that you want to wash my hands and make soup for me?"

Song Ci said in a muffled voice, "It's a good idea."

"At most, I will comfort you if you are in a bad mood."

Tang Shi was puzzled: "I'm in a bad mood?"

Song Ci drank other people's soup and ironed it in his heart, and his expression became a little more forgiving: "Don't worry, I'm not an outsider. If you feel uncomfortable, you can cry, and you can scold if you want. There is no need to hold back. I know the person in the art museum said The words hit you."

Tang Shi narrowed his eyes: "Gu Yuan said it?"

Song Ci didn't deny it either, pointing to a few dishes on the table: "Taste and see how it tastes, I heard that eating can make people feel better."

To be honest, Tang Shi really didn't take those scumbags to heart. The only one who really bothered him recently was Song Ci, but unfortunately he didn't know it.

"Xiaoci, have you ever heard a sentence?" Tang Shi said suddenly with a hook on his lips.

Song Ci was at a loss: "What?"

Tang Shi: "It's not the food that can make people feel better, but the person who cooks."

The author has something to say: Tang Shi: I like food, but I prefer the person who cooks.

Song Ci: suddenly blushing

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