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

People no longer interfere with his interpersonal relationship, consciously keep a distance from his work and life, and spend all his energy on him after get off work to spend time with him. As long as he doesn't turn his face for a day, this guy will pretend to be like a little white flower. Some of them sell miserably at the door of his house.

The last few times when he went home on Fridays, he could feel the neighbors secretly looking at him and Song Qinyi when he opened the door.

After all, if one day Song Qinyi is recognized by someone and his guarding at the door of his house is exposed, this person can follow the previous virtue and leave quietly, and in the end he will be the only one who bears the burden of gossip .

He should have realized that from the moment Song Qinyi appeared at the door, there was actually only one choice he could make.

The two years of stable life are counting down, he pretends to be an ostrich to comfort himself, but what should come will always come, it's just the difference between sooner and later.

What's annoyed is, what are these two years? Did Song Qinyi give him a halftime break?

He couldn't extricate himself from his disturbed thoughts, and he didn't wake up until the phone rang several times.

Kindly connected the phone and heard Song Qinyi's voice.

Probably hearing that he was angry, and vaguely guessing why he was angry, Song Qinyi's tone was gentle and elegant, and after a slight pause, he said, "A Yan... I just think that we have been calm for a long time."

It's one thing to guess, but it's another thing to actually hear the person say it.

He was stunned for a while.

Sheng Yi was afraid that if he continued to talk about this topic, he would not be able to hold back his anger and quarrel with this person.

He hung up the phone in a panic.

Emotions fluctuated suddenly, and the backlash came soon. He sank on the sofa, his body seemed to have entered a state of paralysis, and he couldn't move for a long time.

The knocking on the door continued.

He stared at the door unresponsively until it was knocked open.

The scene that seemed to be similar to the past struck, and the stress response arrived first. He kindly avoided the intruder's protruding hand and curled up on the sofa. His vision soon became hazy, and he could hardly see the face of the person sitting opposite him.

He heard the other party's voice, with the sadness that sank into the air, and touched his heart little by little, "Ayan... don't be afraid of me, okay."

Song Qin intended to wipe away his tears, and gently rubbed his face with his fingertips.

Under the light, he vaguely felt being hugged into a warm embrace. The man tried his best to comfort his back, and whispered his name softly in his ear.

Then the back of the neck, the cold fingertips were stroked and warmed one by one, and his mind gradually recovered.

After a long time, Shengyi broke away from his embrace, and he covered his eyes, the soreness in the corners of his eyes reminded him how much tears he shed just now.

The hand covering his eyes was slowly pulled down, and Song Qinyi pulled him into his arms again.

He put his hands on Shengyi's waist, calmly continuing to comfort the trembling body in his arms.

"When I was almost at the door, I called you and no one answered, and no one answered the door."

His voice was so soft that only the other party could hear him, "Even if you are angry, you may ignore people, but you won't keep them aside forever."

yes……

In their cold war, as long as one side bowed its head, the other would come down the steps.

But do these tacit agreements still exist later?

He paled, "What are you doing here?"

Song Qinyi's hand movements paused, then he let him go slowly, and sat back in his original position kindly.

Looking at the pastry box brought on the coffee table, Song Qinyi untied the ribbon on the box, and the cocoa powder of tiramisu overflowed.

"I feel that you are angry. I happened to pass by the West Point room when I called." He paused, lowered his eyes, and said a little at a loss, "Ah Yan, don't be angry with me, okay?"

Kindness didn't respond.

He sank into the sofa with his pillow in his arms, feeling very tired.

Song Qinyi didn't force him to respond, he moved his gaze to the door that was blown open by the wind and couldn't close anymore, and set off to repair it.

In a trance, I heard his voice: "Maybe the door lock was broken just now, I'll ask someone to come over and fix it... You have to go to work tomorrow, so go back to your room to rest first."

Although he didn't say anything to urge him, after making the phone call and before the lock repair workers came, Song Qinyi went over with the toolbox and started to disassemble it.

The movement of unlocking the lock was not small, but leaning on the sofa kindly, he fell asleep unconsciously.

Waking up again was the next day. He lifted the quilt and walked out of the bedroom. Within sight, the breakfast on the dining table was still steaming.

The key to the new lock on the gate was pressed onto a slip of paper.

He picked up the note and glanced at it, and Song Qinyi's handwriting came into view.

"Ah Yan, the door lock has been repaired."

His gaze swept over the thin blanket and sleep marks on the sofa, Song Qinyi probably stayed here last night.

For four days in a row, there was no news of Song Qinyi. On Friday, when he walked to the door of his house, he saw this guy again.

The last time the door was repaired, two keys were left on the dining table. Although he didn't think this was a gentleman, Song Qinyi really rarely took things from others without asking.

Except for certain things.

When he opened the door, the neighbor's house happened to be out to throw out the trash, and their eyes were darting back and forth between him and Song Qinyi.

Kindly opened the doorknob, realizing that even if he asked Song Qinyi to leave, this person probably wouldn't listen to him.

He paused for a moment, then said weakly, "Come in."

After entering the door with good intentions, he went back to the bedroom and locked the door. Although he was under the same roof, he didn't want to have too much verbal communication with that person.

There was no movement outside.

Until the night was getting darker, there was an unhurried knock on the bedroom door, accompanied by a gentle voice, "Ayan, the meal is ready, eat something before going to bed."

Sheng Yi said tiredly, "I'm not hungry."

After a while, there was another knock on the door, and the person outside the door was talking: "A Yan, come out, I'm leaving."

Not long after, the door opened and closed.

He really is gone.

59. Chapter 59

Going to work on Monday, I kindly turned on the computer, and the pop-up window popped up from the lower right corner as always.

He moved the mouse and was about to click on it when he was suddenly attracted by the title.

In this pop-up window about celebrity scandals, he saw a familiar name.

Lu Xiaoxi...

Open Weibo again, the Weibo forum about her has exploded, and some fans are editing the photo that was taken. It’s just a back view, maybe it’s the new drama Reuters.

The black fan replied very precisely: "Come on, who doesn't know which big tree is behind Lu Xiaoxi's new dramas one after another in the past two years. The photos this time are ironclad evidence. If it is true It doesn't matter, why didn't your master come out to clarify?"

There are also CP fans who said they were knocked out, "Although the photo is a bit blurry, but the atmosphere! Touch your head and kill it, it's too spoiled."

The scandal intensified, and in the afternoon, he got up to pour coffee in the pantry, and vaguely heard his colleagues talking about it.

Not long after returning to the seat, the phone rang.

He was looking at the drawings and didn't answer.

The phone rang again.

He raised his hand to pick it up and looked at the call interface. It was an unfamiliar number, and he had never seen it before.

Kindly hesitate to connect.

He heard an obviously mature voice on the other end: "Brother Yan, it's me, Xiaoxi."

Sheng Yi was stunned, and after a long while, she wanted to speak several times, but she didn't know what to say.

He was silent.

Today's scandal has not been off the hot list since the morning until now. She is probably not feeling well now, showing a little nervousness, and said anxiously, "Brother Yan, that photo is me at the reception and I met Mr. Song by chance, and he took me home afterwards. After getting off the car, I was photographed by the paparazzi downstairs in the community. Mr. Song and I rarely meet, let alone go on a date in private. Mess up..."

Cheng Yi couldn't help interrupting her, with a helpless tone: "Why explain this to me?"

Lu Xiaoxi paused for breath, and stopped talking.

This reaction is undoubtedly tacit.

Who else would let her make this call.

Probably because, if that person called to explain, he probably wouldn't listen to the other party's long-winded words.

Although he already knew that Lu Xiaoxi was just Lu Xiaoxi and had nothing to do with him, but after a long time, during the call that he did not hang up, he still asked the question that he wanted to get the answer from the bottom of his heart all the time: "Xiaoxi, what do you think?" Are you really allergic to dog hair?"

"I..." Xiaoxi's choked response came from the other side, "I'm sorry."

He returned home, cooked a simple dinner, and just after eating, he was standing on the balcony smoking a cigarette when his cell phone rang.

After he got connected, he heard the other party's few words for the foreshadowing, and then repeated what Lu Xiaoxi said during the day, and then added: "A Yan, I just don't want you to misunderstand. to stimulate you, so let Xiaoxi explain to you."

He couldn't understand, how could this person feel that he would be jealous and sulking because he misunderstood who this person was with.

But I have to respond, some things can not be said, and some things have to be explained clearly.

What's more, the other party has already talked to this point, if he doesn't say anything, it seems that Song Qinyi's verbal temptation just now is confirmed.

Sheng Yi thought for a while, and said calmly: "I'm not interested in your private life, besides, who you associate with is your freedom, and I have no right to interfere. This is very sincere and does not contain personal emotions. I hope you understand."

His emotionless voice was as indifferent as water under the night sky, "It may be that the behavior of allowing you to stay overnight made you misunderstand what I meant."

He paused for a moment before speaking, as if he was laughing, the coolness stained a bit, and dissipated in an instant, "You probably think that I am angry and awkward, and I can't let it go for a while, so I half push and half give up on you."

"I think