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

, you let go of your hand. "

In this guy's words, although he is very calm now, if he can't think about it in the second half of the night and there is no one around him, what should he do if something happens.

So Song Qinyi was still lying on the bed at the moment, looking at him with a little helplessness on his face that had almost dissipated from the alcohol, and said softly, "I won't mess around again."

Standing at the door, Sheng Yi frowned. After a while, she felt bored.

How could he not mean it.

Everything about tonight was clearly his testing the bottom line.

refuse?

They haven't done anything between them, if they refuse at this moment, it will be a solid case.

Besides, is it useful to refuse?

After bumping outside for a week, he was woken up by this guy just after a while when he came back. He has been making a fuss until this point.

He didn't pay attention to this person any more, walked to the bedside and lifted the quilt to lie down, and then turned off the bedside lamp.

After a long time, everyone lived in peace, then Song Qinyi put his hand around his waist.

He frowned and took the guy's hand away.

Looking back, Song Qinyi closed his eyes in a calm and delicate manner, breathing softly, he should have fallen asleep, just now was his subconscious action.

It's just that he didn't know what he dreamed about, his brows were stretched, and he looked very peaceful.

66. Chapter 66

When Song Qin woke up in the morning, he wasn't paying attention.

There was breakfast on the dining table, steaming hot.

He slept too late last night and woke up a little late in the morning. He was in a hurry and didn't eat anything.

After the meeting in the morning, he returned to the office and found a courier box on the desk.

Cheng Yi opened it in doubt, and inside was a box of wine chocolates, and then looked at the blessing card with a few words on it, signed by Li Rui.

He called Li Rui to thank him.

Before the call was about to end, Li Rui asked hesitantly, "Brother Yan, I heard that you and Song Qinyi are together again, is it true?"

This question is difficult to answer. If it was only one day earlier, he could have answered no simply.

But just yesterday, he and Song Qinyi were still sleeping on the same bed.

His silence is close to acquiescence.

Li Rui's tone was pretending to be brisk: "Brother Yan, are we still friends?"

"Yes."

"So, kindly, happy birthday."

After Li Rui hung up the phone in a hurry, Sheng Yi suddenly realized that today was his birthday.

It seemed to be the same in previous years. On this day, Li Rui would call to congratulate him, but this year he gave a gift.

When it was almost time to get off work, the door of the office was suddenly pushed open, and He Yingying and a few colleagues came in pushing cakes.

They booked a box at a restaurant near the company.

The commotion was about to end, it was already close to eleven or twelve o'clock, and I was so drunk that I answered the phone, "Hello?"

From there came Song Qinyi's questioning voice: "Ayan, where are you?"

He gave the address.

Colleagues left one after another, and he leaned on the table with his head resting on his arms, saying hello and still pouring wine.

The person who left last asked if he wanted to book a substitute driver for him, and shook his head kindly: "Someone is here to pick you up."

He leaned back in the chair in a daze, closed his eyes and fell asleep, and he didn't know how long it had passed before a hand stroked his cheek.

She kindly raised her hand and slapped it away, including her wrist.

If he was sober, he wouldn't dare to do it blatantly.

He knew that good intentions would be broken when drunk.

He took the man out of the box.

In the elevator, Song Qinyi looked at this alcohol-stained red face.

Holding, grinding, and unscrupulous, anyway, he won't remember.

When he got off the parking lot, he fumbled in Shengyi's pocket and found the car keys.

Send this person to the co-pilot, fasten the seat belt, and he leans forward to make friends again.

The kindness after drunk can be picked by anyone.

The throbbing and uneasiness in my heart indicates that I will not be satisfied with it.

He asked kindness: "What do you want for a birthday present?"

Sheng Yi's brows and eyes were quiet, and he didn't respond for a long time.

He leaned over and kissed the man a few more times, holding the man's chin and entangled him more and more intimately. While breathing and colliding, he slowly opened his eyes with kindness.

It's just that the eyes are still blank.

Deeply drunk.

Under the pretext of asking for a birthday gift, he kissed the man until he was about to suffocate, and there was mist in his eyes, so he raised his hand to push him away.

Those hands were pushing feebly, but he grabbed the wrist again and pushed it to the top of the head.

He didn't give up until he got a harsh response from this person.

He was bad, he never denied it.

After returning home, he pushed Cheng Yi onto the bed and began to undress him.

When this person is powerless, take off the disguise and ask for it.

Although during the period, there is always speculation about what kind of reaction Shengyi will have when he wakes up.

If it was during those three years, the good intentions were probably not to resist, but they would never cooperate.

This time when I came to find him, this person would turn around and leave when he got emotionally resistant.

Recently, he has finally softened his attitude.

Presumably, it was because this person began to soften his heart during this period, and he realized that he should seize this opportunity to push the relationship further.

As explained to this person before, it has been enough time for each other to calm down, and he can't procrastinate indefinitely.

He knew the man hated his calculations.

When he was still Luo Yizhou and the other party was Ji Jingchi, on the night when he bandaged the wound on his hand, he kindly grabbed his neckline and asked him, "Why am I angry?"

He never explained, because he knew that if he told the reason, Sheng Yi would be even more angry.

What he likes is Song Qinyi projected from his own mind.

That Song Qinyi was pure and pure.

So Shengyi only likes his simple and cold appearance, once the image he shows is different from Shengyi's fantasy, this person will quickly withdraw from the fantasy, and push himself away without hesitation.

He won't let it go.

He began to deliberately show his thoughts to him.

It is impossible for him to pretend that nothing happened in front of him all the time, he always reminds Shengyi what they had.

Just like now, this person who has been choking up and saying no, was pinched by him on the cheek and kissed wantonly.

His lobbying is cruelly exposing the facts: "You don't accept my silent death, but if I'm still alive, I won't let go. You already understood, didn't you?"

Sheng Yi's consciousness is fuzzy and she doesn't understand what he said.

He wiped his kind tears with a gentle smile, "Don't cry, I'm not bullying you."

Even so, his bullying never stopped.

Sheng Yi fell into a coma once, and then woke up in the early morning.

What caught his eye was the texture of the pajamas, and when he looked up again, Song Qinyi was looking at him.

He pulled the man away exhaustedly, his body was sore when he struggled, even so he got up to take a shower.

Even though he had been cleaned, he still felt uncomfortable.

Leaning against the wall of the bathroom, the shower drenched his hair, he covered his eyes to calm down.

Most of the memories of last night can't be retrieved, but I vaguely remember Song Qinyi calling him and asking where he was, and he gave the address.

I have no memory of what happened after that.

But looking at the situation, it is not difficult to guess what happened.

He turned off the shower, went back to the bed and sat down, and wiped his hair with a dry towel.

Song Qinyi came over from behind, took the towel gently and wiped it off for him.

His hair was half dry, he felt a little cold, took the towel and put it on the back of the chair, then lifted the quilt and went back to sleep.

The man wrapped his arms around his waist, breathed closer, and kissed his neck.

As if being pricked by a needle, he suddenly turned his head and stared at Song Qinyi with a cold tone, "Have you had enough?"

The guy is still pretending to be innocent: "I'm just afraid that you will be angry."

So, this person is so hateful and shameless.

He knew that he would be angry, and always pretended to be more pitiful than anyone else afterwards, but he did everything he shouldn't do.

In the past, this guy would know guilty conscience, but now he has no fear at all.

He didn't want to argue with this person about who was right and who was wrong because of this kind of thing, he felt unbearable.

"Ayan, let's start over." Song Qinyi leaned over again and kissed his neck tenderly, "Just like now."

Kindness broke people away again.

The resentment that had been suppressed for a long time this time was finally unbearable. He looked back, his eyes crossed, and his voice was flat and unwavering: "What is it like now? Don't say this result as if I chose it myself, but in fact you never gave me a choice." Opportunity. You can manipulate other people's lives at will, it's the same for me, and it's the same for Wen Ran."

Song Qinyi showed a puzzled expression: "Wen Ran?"

"I saw her husband when I was on a business trip." Sheng Yi smiled lightly, and the smile only stayed on his lips, with irony, "It was your arrangement."

"I said I would make it up to her."

"You call this compensation?"

So the question is as simple as that.

He thought sadly that their brain circuit structures are different, and when they disagree, one of them will always start a dispute.

At the end of the quarrel, he still remembered what Song Qinyi would do in the past.

At this moment, his mood fell into a trough, and he only felt tired.

He turned his head and didn't want to say any more.

When Song Qinyi took his hand over, he shrank suddenly.

The man froze for a moment, and hugged him even tighter, "Ah Yan, it's my fault, don't be angry, okay?"

His hand was pulled over, and the coolness of his fingertips was warmed up one after another.

Drowsy, Song Qinyi kept talking.

For some reason, he also said, "Why don't we go back to being brothers, every time we make trouble like this, it's quite annoying."

This was what he wanted to say the most during those three years, and he always wanted to mention it but dared not.

Song Qinyi was taken aback for a moment, then laughed softly for a long while, "Brother?"

He pulled away the corner of the warm bathrobe, exposing his shoulders, traced the traces added on it with his fingertips last night, and said lightly: