As soon as I got home, I saw Zha Gong pretending to be a white lotus

, have to make such a fuss.

Behavior is getting more and more excessive.

Once they just walked out of the ward, Song Qinyi pressed his shoulders and pressed him against the wall to grind him.

Sheng Yi looked around in panic, but luckily there was no one.

He really couldn't take it anymore, angrily broke him away, and tried his best to distinguish him with a low voice, afraid of being heard by Bei Bei who was across the door, "Song Qinyi, if the people of the Song family know that you hang out with men, are you serious?" I'm not afraid at all, can you restrain yourself a bit, don't you have to make a fuss, and when the time comes, everyone will lose face?"

Song Qinyi looked at him uncertainly, but didn't speak.

"You have a girlfriend, and you also like women, why do you have to torture me, I really..." Sheng Yi took a deep breath, "I'm really about to collapse."

Song Qinyi sneered: "I understand."

He pinched Shengyi's cheek, and intentionally spoke lightly, "Are you looking for a woman, Chi Wenran? Or Yan Beibei?"

Sheng Yi looked at him in astonishment.

His face turned pale in an instant: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Song Qinyi said lightly, "Beibei is your child bride, right?"

Almost at the same time as the words fell, Sheng Yi punched him fiercely, brushed his cheek, and it became red and swollen quickly.

The two of them fought for the first time, and they were in a panic.

His head was jumping and dizzy with anger, and he was completely out of control when he beat and cursed.

Song Qinyi never fought back, he trapped Shengyi tightly, and when he was exhausted, he pushed him against the wall and kissed his mouth that was still cursing fiercely.

Gradually, kindness and rationality came back, only to realize that he had been fooled by Song Qinyi.

He purposely provoked himself, just waiting for this moment.

Shengyi saw Beibei walk out of the ward during Song Qinyi's relentless bullying.

He was struggling so hard that Song Qinyi could hardly suppress it.

But it was too late.

Beibei froze in place when she saw the two people who were entangled.

She murmured: "Brother, Brother Song...you..."

Before the kindness was let go, Song Qinyi whispered in his ear: "Beibei's mood is very stable recently, nothing will happen."

He had to confess something.

He walked over in a trance, forced himself to be calm, and explained to Beibei in a low voice: "I... Beibei, do you remember that box of wine chocolates?"

Beibei nodded in confusion.

Shengyi forced a smile on the corner of his mouth, "From then on, I started to like Song Qinyi, until this reunion, we found that we still like each other very much, so we decided to be together."

Beibei's eyes wandered between him and Song Qinyi, as if he was surprised to find the New World, "I didn't notice it all this time! Brother, you guys..."

She was a little frustrated as she spoke, "No wonder you separated from Sister Wen Ran. Does she already know everything? Sister Wen Ran must be very sad. She hasn't contacted me for a long time. "

He stroked her hair kindly and said with difficulty, "I'm sorry."

It didn't take long for Beibei to be depressed. Seeing that Shengyi seemed to be even more depressed than she was, she comforted: "Brother, although it's a pity that Sister Wen Ran can't be my sister-in-law, Brother Song is also very good. More importantly, what you like is He, if Brother Song came back many years later, then you would have hurt Sister Wen Ran even more, you are already fine now, aren't you? "

Good intentions: "Yes."

A month later, Beibei's physical indicators basically recovered, and she was finally discharged from the hospital.

She lived in the hospital in the second semester of her second year of high school. After taking a leave of absence for more than half a year, she returned to school to advance to her third year of high school. She was a little dazed.

Although she has been reading books since her condition stabilized in the hospital, and there are videos of her classmates lecturing to her teacher, but this time she missed the course for more than half a year, just in time for the half-month exam, and the exam results were predictably messed up.

She couldn't cry on the phone, Song Qinyi patiently comforted her for more than ten minutes.

He put down the phone and stood by the side waiting for the special assistant to report the matter, almost turning the document upside down.

After Song Qinyi signed the document, he suddenly asked, "Can you make dumplings?"

The special assistant was thinking about what this question meant for at least 2 minutes.

Song Qinyi said: "The Spring Festival is coming soon."

Spring Festival is coming.

It seems that both he and Shengyi only know how to make dumpling wrappers, and they probably understand the rest of the steps, but they haven't practiced them.

No matter what major project it is, Special Assistant can deal with it calmly by asking himself. He didn't expect that one day he would stutter to answer such a question, "Yes, it's just... It's just that the Spring Festival is still at least three months away." ..."

Beibei was on winter vacation, and kindly drove to pick her up, and returned to his original residence.

Unlike the south, the winter here is very cold, almost freezing people's noses off.

After entering the house, it finally got warmer. Song Qinyi cleaned up at home. Wearing an apron, he greeted the two of them: "I'm back."

Beibei: "Yeah, it's so cold today."

Cheng Yi followed her in and helped her carry the suitcase into the room.

When he came out, Beibei went into the kitchen, holding a small soup bowl and talking to Song Qinyi.

Shengyi went to the sofa, sat down and turned on the TV, and the voices of those two people could be heard in Shengyi's ears from time to time.

After a while, Beibei finished the soup, came over with a plate of melon seeds and peanuts, and put it on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

There was constant noise in the kitchen. After a long time, Song Qinyi untied his apron, sat on the sofa, reached for the fruit plate, picked up an apple and gnawed on it.

The three of them watched an urban youth idol drama for more than five hours in a row, and the peanuts and melon seeds were never broken, and the small snacks were stuffed into their mouths one after another, so that when it was time to eat seriously, they didn't feel it at all. Hungry.

He politely drank a bowl of soup, Beibei was not as good as him, and drank half a bowl.

As the sky darkened, Beibei went back to her room to rest.

Sheng Yi got up one after another, and suddenly heard Song Qinyi, who hadn't spoken much during the meal just now, said, "I'll sleep here tonight."

48. Chapter 48

Sheng Yi glanced at Beibei's door subconsciously, then looked away in a hurry, and lowered his voice, "Don't be here, can you?"

Song Qinyi took out the napkin and wiped his hands, then turned his gaze to the flustered Shengyi, and calmly refused: "No."

In the bathroom, the water in the bathtub has been left for a while.

In the mist, the face of kindness was pinched, and he looked into the mirror.

The foggy mirror reflected the outlines of the two of them.

He never spoke up.

After it was over, Song Qinyi left him to breathe slowly in the bathtub.

It wasn't until the water in the bathtub was getting cold that he slowly got up.

He put on his bathrobe and went back to the bedroom.

Under the dim bedside lamp, Song Qinyi leaned against the bedside to read the documents, heard footsteps, and looked up.

With a tired look, Sheng Yi lifted the quilt and climbed onto the bed.

Qin Yi put the tablet aside, raised his hand to turn off the bedside lamp, lay back under the quilt, wrapped his arms around his waist, and then touched the man's cold hand.

The night has just begun.

The next day, Shengyi had a fever, but it wasn't too serious at first, and she stayed in bed all day.

Song Qin was not at home.

Beibei boiled a pot of vegetable porridge at noon, she knocked on the door, and wanted to send it in for Shengyi.

He spoke kindly with a nasal voice, "Don't come in."

He was still pan-nauseous.

For a long time, because of this, Song Qinyi has spent a lot of time playing with him, trying to get rid of his problem, but his kindness has been worn down to the end, and when he feels sick again, he would rather be dizzy with hunger than dare to eat.

Later, Song Qinyi felt that something was wrong, and several times he chose to send the meal to Shengyi after the incident, and watched him eat.

He kindly said he was not hungry, but he didn't believe it.

He swallowed hard, his stomach was overwhelmed, and the feeling of wanting to vomit was extremely strong.

Song Qinyi stood beside the bed with an indescribably gloomy expression, and finally said, "Go."

He leaned against the toilet, throwing up in a daze.When he came out, Song Qinyi showed some mercy after all, and agreed to have an intimate time with him after dinner.

In fact, it has been a long time since I felt so sick.

Maybe it's because this is home, and at home, in the room next to Beibei, she has done extremely dirty things.

The initial vomiting was from fear, but now it's nauseating myself.

When Song Qinyi came back at night, Shengyi lay drowsy on the bed, and felt a hand on his forehead in a daze.

"Is it hard?"

Shengyi heard the voice, opened his eyes and looked over.

The light from the aisle fell into the crack of the door, and Song Qinyi sat by the bed with the backlight, unable to see clearly.

Chengyi felt that this guy was going to mediate him again.

Every time he refuses or shows a little disobedience, it's like stepping on this guy's tail, and the result is always that he is punished.

He really can't stand another round of torment anymore.

Sheng Yi's voice was dry and hoarse, pleading slightly, it was so weak that it was almost inaudible, "Can you go to the hotel? Don't stay here."

The person sitting next to him withdrew his hand, unaffected by his tragic situation, and said lightly: "No."

He got up and closed the door, shutting off the last light in the room, walked to the bed in the dark, lifted the quilt, put his hand on Sheng Yi's waist, and untied the belt of the bathrobe.

Only now did Sheng Yi feel that it was unnecessary to ask.

As long as the doll is having fun, who cares what the doll thinks.

As a commodity that has been sold, he should not have human thoughts.

This is clearly not the first time such a scene has been staged, why can't he always learn it.

A kind hand was placed on his eyes, and the burning skin under it reminded him that the fever had not subsided, and he mocked himself in his heart, how stupid he was.

It may be that after he stopped seeing himself as a human being, those emotions about human beings also began to move away from him.

The fever came and went quickly. After recovering from the illness, he once again raised the threshold for the word nausea.

His hands and feet are always cold. At this time of the year,