Kuai Chuan: Mei Qiang is miserable and forced to love by Sick Jiao

Fu Liang got up and sat by the bed, Song Jingyuan handed him the milk in his hand, then pulled a chair in front of the desk and sat in front of him.

Although the glass was insulated, Fu Liang could still feel the slightly scalding temperature of the milk. He took a sip from the glass, it was a little hot.

"Brother, is it hot?" Song Jingyuan's exquisite facial features were vaguely hidden in the night, and his voice was clear and clear.

Fu Liang licked his lips: "A little bit."

Song Jingyuan continued seamlessly: "For example, my heart at the moment."

"Uh..." Fu Liang looked up at him in shock, "Xiaojing, what do you mean?"

Song Jingyuan seemed to be smiling lightly in the dark, and naturally changed the subject: "Brother, let me blow it up for you."

Before Fu Liang recovered from the shock, Song Jingyuan had already taken the glass in his hand and began to blow on him gently.

Fu Liang immediately felt goosebumps all over the floor, he had never been treated so tenderly by a man, and of course no one dared to flatter him in front of him, unless he wanted to be paralyzed or bankrupt.

But he didn't treat Song Jingyuan roughly because of this, probably because Song Jingyuan's aura of the hero is too strong, or maybe it's his appearance that determines everything, and it's more likely that he doesn't have professional bodyguards around him.

Song Jingyuan inquired while blowing on the cool air: "Brother, won't the squad leader come back to you again?"

Fu Liang raised his hand and rubbed his hair distractedly: "I don't know, let's talk about it when we meet."

Song Jingyuan swiped the milk in the glass: "Brother, I'm not very good at comforting a broken-hearted person, so you won't blame me."

"Of course not, and I don't need your comfort."

Fu Liang was amused by his innocence.

Song Jingyuan: "You are so good and beautiful, do you really want to get back together with the monitor?"

Fu Liang didn't quite understand what he meant: "..."

Song Jingyuan: "The book says that the solution to a broken relationship is to start another relationship. As for the squad leader, let him be a thing of the past."

"Xiaojing, you don't understand, it's hard to find a boyfriend."

What Fu Liang said was the truth, otherwise, how could he still be a virgin? For 22 years, no beautiful man has caught his eye.

Song Jingyuan's chair was next to the bed, very close to Fu Liang. He leaned closer, handed the glass back to Fu Liang's hand, and whispered softly: "Brother, the milk is mild, but my heart is always hot."

If Fu Liang didn't understand Song Jingyuan's attitude towards him before, now he seems to understand a little bit, but he's not quite sure. What if it's just a "brotherhood" that is too tired?

Besides, wouldn't the "heart" die if it wasn't hot?Fu Liang's straight man's thinking was untimely and enthusiastic.

His nonchalant dullness didn't seem to annoy Song Jingyuan.

Song Jingyuan continued: "Brother, try the milk, do you feel the temperature is right?"

Fu Liang raised his glass and took a big sip. The milk tasted mellow and the temperature was just right: "It's delicious, thank you, Xiaojing."

"Brother, it's his problem that the squad leader doesn't know how to cherish you. There are always people in this world who regard you as important as their life." Song Jingyuan's breath fell into Fu Liang's.

"Uh..." Fu Liang drank a big mouthful of milk nervously and thought for a while, "You are right, grandpa is very good to me, if he hadn't brought me home from the orphanage when I was young..."

"Brother, that's not what I meant." Song Jingyuan interrupted him dissatisfiedly, and then smiled again, "Shen Hao is not good enough for you."

Fu Liang paused for a moment, then suddenly said in relief: "So you wanted to say this, but I understand how you feel about defending me..."

Song Jingyuan cut off his words coldly: "You don't understand."

Fu Liang: "..."

Song Jingyuan: "Shen Hao is not good-looking enough, his figure is not good enough, his personality is not very good, and his family background is also very ordinary...he is too ordinary."

Fu Liang had no interest in Shen Hao, so he casually agreed: "You are right."

He looked up and drank all the milk.

Song Jingyuan smiled softly: "Brother, is the milk delicious?"

Fu Liang lifted the collar of his T-shirt and fanned the wind: "It's delicious."

Song Jingyuan curled his lips slightly: "Brother, you seem to be very hot."