Get your pheromones

None of the people present thought that things would turn out like this. They were stunned for a moment. The waiter who was standing beside him hurriedly took a handkerchief, but hesitated a bit and didn't dare to go forward and hand it over.

Rong Shiyi just met everyone's eyes, and put the goblet back to its original position as if nothing had happened.

He didn't give Zhou Xingyi another look,? But it was impossible to pretend that nothing happened and continue to stay here,? In the end, he only left one sentence:

"I'm sorry for ruining everyone's dinner, I'll withdraw first,? You continue."

After that, he picked up the coat on the back of the chair and walked out.

When he was leaving,? He looked back, except for Song Ci, who seemed to have nothing to do, only Tang Shi was looking in his direction,? He even waved to him quietly as farewell.

After Rong Shiyi left, the waiter at the side hurriedly handed Zhou Xingyi a handkerchief.

When Zhou Xingyi took it, his face was very ugly. He wiped it vigorously on the clothes with a handkerchief, but the traces of red wine seemed to grow on the fabric, and couldn't be removed.

This episode was unexpected by everyone, Zhou Yuanshan did not expect Rong Shiyi to act so rude in front of so many people, he just felt embarrassed for a while.

He was afraid that Song Yu would get angry because of this, so he thought about it and apologized embarrassingly:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Song,? My eldest son has always been stubborn and ignorant. I will discipline him more when I go back. I hope it didn't affect your mood today."

But surprisingly, Song Yu didn't seem to have much reaction to this,? He slowly put the last piece of steak into his mouth, and finally gave a faint "hmm" as a response.

On the contrary, Song Ci was a little uncomfortable listening to the "naughty" sound. He thought for a while and asked aloud:

"Uncle Zhou, Xiaoyi is allergic to alcohol and can't drink. You and Xingyi don't know about it?"

Zhou Yuanshan froze for a moment.

How could he remember such a trivial matter, he had forgotten it long ago, and it was only when he was mentioned that he remembered such a thing.

"I, as an outsider, know something. As his family, why don't you care at all?"

There was no emotion in Song Ci's tone, but it sounded like a pinprick of irony.

You don't even remember such an important thing, how can you have the face to say that you are a family.

Zhou Yuanshan was a little embarrassed, but when he was thinking about how to answer to get round, Zhou Xingyi on the side rushed to explain before he could speak:

"How come, he is my brother, of course I..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Xingyi saw Song Ci's smile, and suddenly his heart tightened, he stopped speaking, and he clenched his lower lip belatedly.

He knew that Rong Shiyi couldn't drink, so anyone with a discerning eye would know what kind of intentions he had in his actions just now.

When he said this, the three members of the Zhou family were quite embarrassed, and Zhou Yuanshan's face was even more livid.Seeing this, Jiang Xue hurriedly said:

"Xingyi, you look too embarrassed, go to the bathroom to clean up."

Zhou Xingyi lowered his head, responded sullenly, and left as if fleeing.

Song Ci's goal was achieved, and he lost the interest to stay, so he picked up his coat and planned to leave.

But when he passed by Song Yu's seat, he was stopped by a voice.

Song Yu didn't comment on the farce just now, but asked:

"Song Ci, are there any rules for leaving the table now?"

Hearing this, Song Ci paused, turned his head and glanced at Zhou Yuanshan, pointing out something:

"I thought the party was over, didn't I?"

Song Yu was noncommittal, he just relaxed on the back of the chair, shook the wine glass in his hand, and asked:

"Is that the person you fancy?"

It's hard to figure out what kind of attitude it is.

"Well, maybe you are not satisfied." Song Ci smiled, the corners of his lips slightly raised, his expression flamboyant and wanton:

"but I like it."

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After Rong Shiyi came out of this building, she was not in a hurry to go home.

The building of the restaurant is facing the river, and the most prosperous area of ​​Jiangcheng is on the other side of the river. A neon light is paved into a colorful starry sky on the land.

He walked along the fence by the river for a while, and finally propped up his chin and looked at the opposite scenery in a daze.

If he had known that he would run into this family today, he would not have agreed to come with him even if he was strangled to death by Song Ci.

I'm so annoying.

Rong Shiyi ruffled his hair irritably, and when he looked up again, someone suddenly covered his eyes from behind, and then the man said with a smile:

"Guess who?"

Rong Shiyi replied blankly:

"you are a dog."

"So much anger?"

Song Ci laughed twice, but was not angry. He just squeezed Rong Shiyi's face before withdrawing his hand, and then stood beside him, following his gaze to look at the sea of ​​lights on the other side of the river.

He glanced sideways, and saw that Rong Shiyi was standing on the crossbar under the fence, with his elbows propped on it, and half of his body was about to lean out.

Song Ci grabbed his collar and pulled him down:

"Stand up."

During the movement, Song Ci accidentally touched the back of Rong Shiyi's neck, making him shiver.

Then, a faint smell of brandy wafted out, and Rong Shiyi wrinkled his nose.

Since the last night he stayed at Song Ci's house, he has rarely smelled Song Ci's pheromone.At the beginning, I was not used to it, and I always wanted to catch Song Ci and smell it, but then I gradually stopped thinking about it, and I just feel a little dazed when I smell it occasionally.

"Sorry, I should have told you in advance who I was having dinner with today."

After a moment of silence, Song Ci spoke lightly. His tone was casual, but Rong Shiyi's eyes widened when he heard it.

Song Ci noticed his expression and was a little amused:

"how?"

"Song Ci!" Rong Shiyi was even more surprised when he saw the flying piglet:

"This is the first time you've apologized to me. It's so fresh. You won't be able to fix it for me."

"Well, do you like it? I like it. I will find a chance to talk about it a few times in the future."

Song Ci responded perfunctorily, and at the same time lowered his head and smoked a cigarette, shaking at Rong Shiyi:

"Mind if I smoke a cigarette?"

"Smack as much as you want, why are you so polite." Rong Shiyi felt uncomfortable.

"Be gentle with your boyfriend." Song Ci smiled with curved lips.

"Okay, it's time to play, and I'm addicted to you." Rong Shiyi took half a step away in disgust.

Song Ci noticed his small movements and didn't say anything. He just lowered his head and lit the cigarette at his fingertips. When he raised his eyes, his eyes were covered by hair and smoke, and he couldn't see clearly.

The autumn night wind brought some coolness, Rong Shiyi was a little cold, he shrank his neck, suddenly remembered a section, and asked:

"Your father won't be angry with you if I made things like this today?"

"Maybe, maybe Xiao Song will sleep on the street tomorrow."

Song Ci replied half-truth, half-false, paused, and said:

"If I were you, I'd make a bigger fuss, and pay off all the anger I've suffered for more than ten years in one lump sum, that would be great."

Song Ci didn't know the grievances between Rong Shiyi and the Zhou family, so he didn't ask, but he knew from the way that this family had made things difficult for his little red hair before.

"Come on, I'm an Omega, so if you pour a glass of wine, it's a big deal. What if you hit something wrong with your hands?"

Rong Shiyi didn't take it seriously, and yawned lazily:

"The Omega Protection Act is not for nothing. Although Young Master Song promised to help me with the matter, I can't make you cry behind bars, right?"

Song Ci was noncommittal, he glanced at Rong Shiyi:

"He used to treat you that way? You don't care?"

"Well, how can I not care, I don't want to care about it. It's like a dog. The meat and bones he wants to eat are garbage for me to throw away. If he doesn't want to, he bites me. I can't bite it back and I can't persuade it. Stop biting, what should I do? Of course, stay away, out of sight and out of mind. I'm busy and don't have time to play with him."

Song Ci felt that what he said made sense, thought about it, and suggested:

"You can also eat his fleshy bones in front of his face."

"I'm sick, what are you doing eating garbage?" Rong Shiyi was amused by him.

Song Ci just smiled and said nothing, after a while, he extinguished the cigarette in his hand:

"Go home when you're tired."

After hearing this, Rong Shiyi gave him a sideways look.

The delicate outline of Song Ci's side face was reflected in a layer of light blue by the neon lights opposite, his eyes were half downcast, and even his usual smile disappeared.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Rong Shiyi always feels that today's Song Ci seems a little different.

But he didn't bother to pursue that subtle difference. He just waved his hand and walked along the fence towards home after saying goodbye.

But after walking a few steps, Rong Shiyi found that things were not that simple.

He trotted forward for a while, then stopped and turned his head to look at Song Ci who followed three steps behind him, feeling a bad premonition:

"What are you doing with me?"

Song Ci walked up to him very naturally and hugged his shoulder:

"There are a lot of bad guys at night, I'll take you home."

"Are you sick? Master is a big beast. Apart from a dog called Song Ci, how can there be bad people who don't have eyes to bully me?"

Rong Shiyi broke free from Song Ci's clutches and ran away.

But he lost to Song Ci, and the matter ended with his head being stuck in Song Ci's arms.

Rong Shiyi confessed.

His house is not far from here, and he can take a shortcut by taking a few small alleys.

Most of the buildings in this area are old buildings, and there are old stone roads under the feet. Occasionally, there will be cats scurrying around.

In order to prevent Rong Shiyi from slipping away again, Song Ci kept grabbing his wrist. Rong Shiyi was a little reluctant at first, but gradually got used to it, and walked with Song Ci like a child while shaking his arms.

The shadows of the two were elongated by the occasional lights in the alley, reflected on the ground, as if they were holding hands.

They walked forward like a walk in the alley, chatting one after another, until Rong Shiyi smelled the familiar smell of barbecue, and suddenly became interested:

"Song Ci, do you want to eat barbecue?"

"?" Song Ci is somewhat incomprehensible:

"Didn't you just eat?"

Rong Shiyi felt aggrieved when he mentioned this:

"I'm sorry, Young Master Song, Xiaorong is a layman, and he can't eat foie gras and medium-rare steak. My stomach is protesting to me. It says he needs beef skewers, and it's better to add a fried belly."

"Let's have another serving of cold cucumber to relieve the tiredness." Song Ci suggested.

"Good idea."

"Hey, Rong Rong!"

Just as Rong Shiyi was trying to pull Song Ci in that direction, a familiar voice suddenly came from the barbecue stall.

Looking over, I saw Xiao Lin who was wearing a vest stood up from his seat, and waved to Rong Shiyi:

"You're off work, come two skewers?"

"I'm coming!!"

Can you still refuse?

Rong Shiyi was so excited, he was about to walk there, and he didn't even notice when Song Ci let go of his hand.

Song Ci curled up his fingers slightly, not with him, just stood there looking at his back in a daze.

He thought of what Rong Shiyi said in the elevator tonight.

"Song Ci, we are really not from the same world."

Yes, Rong Shiyi is optimistic and true. He has many friends and lives a life free from manipulation. His world is in a smoldering alley, with bluestone roads and little wild cats clinging to the walls.

But Song Ci is different. He was born in a world of luxury and wealth, and his path was planned by the people around him from the very beginning.

It seems that from the very beginning, he was the one who clings to Rong Shiyi, because there is something on Rong Shiyi that he has never seen before, attracting him like a little sun.

I like to see him laugh, like to see him blow his hair, like his principles and ways of doing things.

In the cold night, Song Ci stood where the light couldn't reach, and looked up to see Rong Shiyi walking towards the lively and warm light full of laughter.

That was his world.

Song Ci silently watched Rong Shiyi's back, and after a while, his eyes froze.

The red-haired boy who walked some distance stopped, turned to look at him, then crossed his arms and raised his chin at him.

He stood against the light, smiled and raised his voice:

"Come on, Song Ci, why are you standing still? Do you want me to invite you?"

Song Ci froze for a moment.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds in the rising night wind. Finally, Song Ci smiled slightly, and the originally unclear emotion in his eyes disappeared with this smile.

He came out of the shadows of night and met the light:

"No need, I'll come by myself."

don't go.

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