Slag Gong's Loyal Dog Road

In the blink of an eye, Christmas is approaching, which is the best time for street stall business. He Jingrui wants to take Shen Qingyuan out for romance but is reluctant to give up the great business opportunity. After much deliberation, he finally decides to celebrate Christmas early. Anyway, near the end of the year, there are Christmas decorations everywhere. Very atmospheric.

He secretly planned for a long time, preparing to surprise Shen Qingyuan.

After finally convincing Shen Qingyuan, who had become a dead house, he excitedly went to look through the clothes to tidy up the two of them, but found a woolen scarf at the bottom of the cabinet.Pure wool, blue plaid, because of improper storage, two holes were eaten by moths.

This thing is not Shen Qingyuan's style, how could he be willing to buy hundreds of scarves?Li Zha must have sent him off.

What the hell, it's still there!

He Jingrui felt sour in his heart, and the breath he exhaled from his nostrils smelled of vinegar.

He pretended to throw the scarf into the trash can inadvertently.

When Shen Qingyuan saw it, he hurriedly picked up the scarf, and muttered unhappily: "Why did you throw my things here?"

"It's all rotten."

"If it's rotten, you can't just throw my things away."

"Stop wearing this rotten thing, it's too cheap. I'll buy you a new one." He Jingrui went to grab the scarf.

Shen Qingyuan pulled the scarf back, carefully picked off the sticky residue, and said, "I don't want it."

He Jingrui became angry at once, grabbed the scarf and threw it on the ground, jumped on it and stomped on it twice, shouting: "He doesn't want you anymore, why do you still keep his things?! You are a bitch! People just stomp on you if they want to." Throw it away if you want!"

"You, you..." Shen Qingyuan was trembling with anger, pointing at him, he could only say one word.

"What's wrong with me?" He Jingrui raised his head and said anxiously.

"I, I, I won't go!" Shen Qingyuan picked up the scarf, turned around and sat on the wire bed, sulking.

Angrily walking to the door and leaning against it, He Jingrui took out a cigarette and lit it.

The two were angry with their backs, and the cabin was very quiet for a while.

After smoking a cigarette, He Jingrui calmed down, thinking, isn't it just a scarf?Isn't it just a scumbag?There's still a show tonight, so don't get mad.

He threw away the cigarette butt, walked up to Shen Qingyuan and knelt down, said with a playful smile: "Are you still angry? I apologize. I just talk fast, so don't worry if I make a mistake."

"..." Shen Qingyuan lowered his head and did not speak.

"I've reserved a seat, and I'll be late if I don't leave."

"not going!"

"Really not going? 238 alone, I have already paid half of the deposit, if you don't go, it will be void."

"What? It's so expensive! You're such a waste!" Shen Qingyuan became excited when he heard the price he quoted.

"You have taken me in for almost a year, and you have been living hard. I didn't have any money before, and I didn't give you a good birthday." He Jingrui smiled and coaxed: "I have saved some money now, let's have a good tooth festival, and continue to work hard next year .”

Shen Qingyuan was already used to his mean-spirited temper, and he was not angry long ago, and he was just pretending to warn him.Now, after hearing his apology so nicely and nicely, the anger disappeared in the end, not to mention that spending so much money can't be wasted.Pushing He Jingrui's head with his hand, he said, "Let's go."

After taking the initiative to put the scarf into the closet, He Jingrui found a set of clothes and came out to change for Shen Qingyuan, and tidied up himself.The two closed the shop to have a big meal.

Shen Qingyuan was wearing the only beige gray thick jacket, dark blue sweater and jeans that were not from street stalls, while He Jingrui was wearing a denim jacket, white sweater and jeans, which seemed like a couple outfit.

Coming to Chu Se's Western-style retro building, Shen Qingyuan stared at the doorman and became nervous.He swallowed, and asked He Jingrui in a low voice: "I...I'm alright? Don't let me in later."

He Jingrui held back a smile and looked at him, smoothed his collar, and said: "It's done, it's done. We paid for it, dare we not let us in?!" After speaking, he led Shen Qingyuan into the revolving door .

All the way to the second floor, He Jingrui exchanged his cards at the front desk, and sat down at a table with his arms around Shen Qingyuan's shoulders as if no one else was there.

He ordered a buffet, so he can eat freely without restraint, which is the most suitable for Shen Qingyuan.

But facing the snow-white tablecloth, shiny tableware and beautiful flowers, Shen Qingyuan was so nervous that his palms sweated, and looked at He Jingrui as if asking for help.

He Jingrui tilted his head towards the dining table, and said, "Get whatever you want."

Shen Qingyuan said, "I, I don't know what is delicious."

Facing his puppy-like dependent and docile eyes, He Jingrui was overwhelmed with protective desires, throwing away his arms and sending a lot of food in front of him one after another.

The delicious food relieved Shen Qingyuan's nervousness, left a chopstick with shrimp and another chopstick with shellfish, his mouth was full of greasy food.He Jingrui was busy helping him peel the shells and remove the meat, taking a bite from time to time, most of the food was fed into his stomach.

"Eat slowly... Hey, don't eat all the seafood, it hurts the spleen and stomach." He Jingrui pried open the shell of a crab, scooped up a spoonful of crab roe and fed it into his mouth.

Shen Qingyuan swallowed the crab roe before he had time to speak: "Seafood is expensive, and I can't usually eat it."

Picking up a piece of steak, He Jingrui said, "Steak is also expensive, the price is not cheaper than seafood."

Shen Qingyuan hurriedly ate the steak in front of him, and got up to get the steak.After a while, he came back with a sad face, put the plate in front of He Jingrui, and said, "I asked him to give me a plate, but he only gave me a small piece."

"Hahahaha..." He Jingrui laughed so hard, "My darling, I eat steaks one by one, not a plate."

"I don't know the rules, it's too old-fashioned." Shen Qingyuan said dejectedly.

"No, it's because the restaurant is afraid of customers wasting money. Beef is expensive." He Jingrui hurriedly comforted him.

He raised his hand to call the waiter, and whispered something in the other's ear, the waiter gave him a surprised look, turned and left.

Different from the cafeteria on the second floor, the third floor of this restaurant is decorated as a Chinese-style inner courtyard, with wooden tables, wooden chairs, embroidered cushions, rockery and various bonsai, and a piano stand in the corner to play guqin and zither.

He Jinghui was treating guests to dinner, the restaurant manager walked up to him and whispered, "Mr. He, Mr. He is downstairs."

"What is he doing here?" He Jinghui remained expressionless, not shy about the guests around him.

Manager: "He's here for dinner."

He Jinghui: "Want to pay on credit?"

"That's not true...he just wants to..." The manager looked aside mockingly, wondering if he should continue.

He Jinghui: "What does he want?"

Manager: "He wants...he wants us to make him ten more steaks, and he wants the chef of the western food department to do it himself."

Everyone in the room had an expression of restrained laughter, and the corner of He Jinghui's mouth twitched/twitched before he said, "You still need to ask me about this kind of thing?"

The manager thought to himself that you said that your brother needs your approval to eat a bowl of noodles, but he explained respectfully: "He wants more than 100 steaks, and ten servings are almost [-]..."

"Give it to him. In the future, he doesn't need to ask me when he comes to eat." He Jinghui waved his hand and said.

"How long has it been since Jingrui ate meat?" Zhou Ming laughed beside him.

His father stared at him, thinking he was talking nonsense.

He Jinghui said expressionlessly: "He just lived too many good days. Now that he is practicing outside, he can eat two more bowls of rice. Xiao Zhang, your child can't be used to it, he should suffer so much, don't be reluctant .”

Everyone present except Zhou Yiming nodded in agreement.

Without He Jingrui to have fun, Zhou Yiming's life was quite boring these days.

Hearing that He Jingrui was downstairs, he felt excited.Taking advantage of the opportunity to go to the bathroom, he went down to the fourth floor, and saw He Jingrui and Shen Qingyuan by the door.

Even after a short distance, Zhou Ming could tell that He Jingrui's mental outlook was very good, his skin glowed with a healthy glow, and his appearance was well-groomed. He was no longer the ghostly look with sunken eye sockets, blue face, disheveled hair .The expression on his face was rich and vivid, and his eyebrows and eyes were exaggerated, but his eyes were always fixed on the young man opposite, the tenderness inside was almost overflowing into a vast ocean, and Zhou Ming, as a bystander, almost fell into the sink.

When did this trash surnamed He have such an expression?Zhou Yiming looked almost jealous.I don't know if it's because of the jealousy of He Jingrui, or the young man under his gentle gaze.

Turning to look at Shen Qingyuan.I met him once that night, but I couldn't really see it clearly. Today I finally saw it clearly. He is also a handsome guy with delicate features, red lips and white teeth, and he is a very clean and simple handsome guy. People just want to get close to him when they meet.

The two were chatting and laughing, He Jingrui would feed Shen Qingyuan from time to time, and Shen Qingyuan would pick up vegetables and ladle soup for him, the harmony of the scene was dazzling.

It seems that He Laoer is enjoying a happy life after being kicked out of the house.

Zhou Yiming looked at it for a while, took out his mobile phone to take a photo of the two of them having dinner, and then took a photo of Shen Qingyuan alone.

He Jingrui didn't know that they had been secretly photographed, and he was beaming with joy as he told Shen Qingyuan an anecdote about setting up a stall: "Xiaoqin is amazing, I've never seen this kind of girl before. She's quite pretty, but the key is her aura. Seeing her playing the guitar, I thought she was very pretentious. When she started singing, she would sing much better than those who released albums! What is the sound of nature, that is it! Someone offered her money to ask her to sing, but she didn't want it.

"Why not?"

"She said that she sings just for fun, and if you like it, you can buy her things, so after she came, the business on our street is better than before. Xiao Li and the others give her delicious food and drink every day, and they can't wait to confess her. I just want her to sing a few more songs... She told me that she went to Tibet alone for a month and only spent 5000 yuan, 5000 yuan, and played the whole of Tibet!"

"Is it expensive to go to Tibet?"

"I don't know either. But if I change it to five thousand, I won't be able to play."

"What does she do? Doesn't she have to go to work?"

"She said she was a homeless person... But she sings so well, she doesn't have the money to sing, and she can make a lot of money by setting up a stall like her now."

"You like her?" Shen Qingyuan tilted his head to examine him.

"What are you thinking, you don't know who I like? I just think she's cute and I can get along with her better." He Jingrui said, tapping his head.

"Shouldn't there be a common language when falling in love? It's easier to get along with each other, Li... Someone told me that there is no such thing as spiritual communication."

"What kind of nonsense is this! Some people who can get along with each other may only be friends, and chatting together is not spiritual communication. Don't listen to Li Ye's hypocritical nonsense!"

"Why do you say that two people like each other?" Shen Qingyuan got serious.

"Do you need a reason for liking? Do you need a reason? Anyone who can give a reason doesn't really like it!" He Jingrui said domineeringly.

Unable to refute, Shen Qingyuan scratched his head and admitted defeat: "Okay, what you said makes sense."

After breaking open another crab and handing it to Shen Qingyuan, He Jingrui's eyes flashed with a smug little calculation, and said, "I have a chance to let you listen to Xiaoqin's song. It's really nice."