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The director of the film is Lu Qiran, the director of the play that Xue Lang introduced to him, and the heroine is Lou Qingyun, who stayed with him in the crew of "The Conspiracy".

Xu Dongbo himself said that it would be impossible for Lu Qiran to find him. He even wanted to hide Fang Cheng, so he had to find another way and start with other people.

Song Qiao thought about Xue Lang's matter. After calming down, he also began to suspect Xue Lang. The last text message was sent by Xue Lang. What about this time?

If it was Xue Lang, why did he tell him about his meeting with Xu Dongbo, was it provocative, or was there another reason.

If it wasn't for Xue Lang, it would be easier to speculate. After all, there is another person who tried to murder him, and there is no trace so far.

He made a lot of guesses, but in the end he was partial to the fact that they were trying to dismantle himself and Xu Dongbo.

Song Qiao couldn't help turning his head to look at Xu Dongbo. The person who had been insomnia for a long time found a place of peace and was really unwilling to leave.

"What are you looking at me for?" Xu Dongbo looked away from the screen. He kept his back on the chair and just took Song Qiao's hand and kissed it.

"Dirty." Song Qiao shrank his hands.

"Liar." Xu Dongbo didn't believe him. Song Qiao just filled his mouth with food like a little hamster, but he could see it clearly.

Before eating, the wet wipes Song Qiao used to wipe his hands were still thrown in the garbage bag between the two of them.

Song Qiao drew his hand, but didn't take it back, so he just let Xu Dongbo go.

What's more, being able to hold hands with Xu Dongbo made him feel more at ease.

The two continued to look at this posture, and their bodies gradually leaned together.

After experiencing disappointment and suspicion, Song Qiao finally believed in Xu Dongbo. This belief came for no reason, but it made him feel a lot easier.

"I can run long distances, I'm good at boxing, I have a nine-dan black belt in Taekwondo, and I can..."

"What are you talking about? I'm also a man, no worse than you."

"I didn't want to compare with you, I just...wanted to chase you and protect you."

"Fool, what do I need to protect?"

"Song Qiao? Xiaoqiao?" Xu Dongbo pinched Song Qiao's cheek. Although he didn't get his wish to see Song Qiao huddled in his arms, it was not bad to fall asleep on his shoulder.

It's just that this is really not a convenient place, more than an hour passed by in the blink of an eye, and the movie was over, so he had to wake up Song Qiao and go out together.

"Huh?" Song Qiao frowned. He sat up straight, watched the last bit of the end of the film ahead, and slowly raised his hand to rub his forehead.

"What's wrong? Headache?" Xu Dongbo suddenly became nervous.

"No, it's just that I seem to have dreamed about something very important just now..." Song Qiao tilted his head, as if he was talking to someone, but now he can't remember a word.

Even though he knew the conversation was important, trying to think about it only gave him headaches.

"It's not important if you forget it." The only thing Xu Dongbo could think of was what happened at the time of the car accident, so he could only try his best to comfort Song Qiao.

As for him, forget it and forget it, just start over.

As long as he thinks about Song Qiao worrying about him all day long, Xu Dongbo is unwilling to let Song Qiao think about him, anyway, they still have a lifetime.

Enough for him to make up for his previous regrets.

"Maybe." Song Qiao really couldn't think of it, the lights in the cinema hall had already been turned on, and it was impossible for him to continue sitting down.

Xu Dongbo half supported him to stand up, and after walking a few steps, the groggy feeling in his head dissipated.

According to Xu Dongbo's plan, there should be another dinner today. Song Qiao lowered his eyes and said softly, "Let's find a restaurant downstairs to eat."

"Let me take a look." Xu Dongbo didn't have any objections, he quickly chose the restaurant, I don't know if it was a coincidence, the one he chose was on the same floor as the western restaurant, and the plaque on the opposite restaurant could be seen through the glass.

Song Qiao took a sip of plain water to suppress his discomfort.

When he frowned, Xu Dongbo noticed it, "Do you not like the food here?"

"No." Song Qiao shook his head.

Seeing that he didn't seem to be lying, Xu Dongbo quickly finished ordering.

Watching the waiter leave, Xu Dongbo looked at Song Qiao with a smile, "You said something directly before, why are we getting closer, and you are holding back instead."

There was a three-point smile in his words, and it was full of comfort. Song Qiao couldn't feel angry, so he could only sigh from the bottom of his heart, and his face was still very calm, "Even couples have their own private space."

"That's not what you said when you asked me to sleep with you for five hours a day." Xu Dongbo propped his chin and retorted.

Song Qiao twisted a faint mark on his forehead, "Who cares about your business?"

"Isn't it a request to sleep with you for five hours?" Xu Dongbo stretched out his hand and smoothed the marks between his brows.

"You see, as long as you make a request, I will naturally agree to the corresponding price in exchange."

As he spoke, he laughed again, "Don't say I've been with you for five hours, it doesn't matter if I've been with you for 24 hours."

Song Qiao was startled, but quickly realized.

It is undeniable that Xu Dongbo's words are indeed tempting to him.

If Xu Dongbo is short of money, then he will give Xu Dongbo money. If it is resources, he can also shamelessly go to Xu Dongyang, the worst thing is to use his own wealth.

But it was worth it to let Xu Dongbo stay by his side for such a long time.

Song Qiao was suddenly enlightened by Xu Dongbo's point of view, and his mood improved.

He tentatively half-jokingly, "Do whatever I ask you to do?"

"That depends on what Boss Song is willing to give me." Xu Dongbo replied with a smile.

Facing his doting eyes, Song Qiao reflexively said, "What do you want?"

"What I want...you know it best." Xu Dongbo said his words in a very soft voice.

Just as Song Qiao was about to ask back, his knee was pushed by Xu Dongbo. He stopped his chopsticks and looked over. Xu Dongbo was still busy picking up food for him, but the movement below did not stop, and his legs were directly clamped between his legs.

"Release." Song Qiao looked around at the adjacent table, and then calmed down when he realized that there was something covering the table. His strength was no better than Xu Dongbo's, so he could only speak to stop him.

Xu Dongbo's face was full of innocence, "This table is too small, can't I just sit in a different position?"

Of course it's okay to change the posture, Song Qiao endured the shame, and just finished the meal like this.

Xu Dongbo stood up to pay the bill, while he walked slowly with his bag.

When passing by a table of young couples, they heard the crooked conversation between the two.

"Want to eat? I'll give you a kiss." The boy was holding a rolled lettuce wrapped in meat, and looked at the girl sitting next to him with a smile on his eyes.

Song Qiao had no intention of peeping, but this is not a private room. His eyes moved slightly, and he saw the girl leaning up to kiss her, and then eating the barbecue with the boy's hand in her mouth.

In an instant, the actions of the two people went through Song Qiao's mind again.

He suddenly remembered Xu Dongbo's words, just say what you want, is it really okay?

What if the price Xu Dongbo said was not money or resources, but himself?

Song Qiao's throat was dry, and he squeezed the bag of the backpack nervously. He took a few steps forward, and the bag in his hand was snatched away by Xu Dongbo.

"Should I go home now? Or go for a walk?" Xu Dongbo asked naturally.

Song Qiao made a choice without hesitation, "Go home."

He needs to test out what Xu Dongbo means?Compared with the former, although the latter possibility is weak, it makes people more excited.

Song Qiao recalled for a while, only to realize that after returning from Tongcheng, they were rarely close.

He licked his lips and glanced to the side.

Xu Dongbo was half a head taller than him, looking up from his angle, he could just see Xu Dongbo's tightly pursed lips.

It seems that Xu Dongbo is rarely cold-faced in front of him?

"Why do you keep staring at me today? Do you know me?"

Xu Dongbo graciously let him see, and when he entered the house, he kissed Song Qiao to relieve his suppressed desire.

He restrained himself only for the sake of Song Qiao's body, the insomnia obviously made Song Qiao's body a lot weaker.

From the entrance to the living room, Xu Dongbo had already made plans. When the matter was settled this time, no matter what Song Qiao thought, he would press Song Qiao to exercise.

At least you have to think about the harmonious and happy life of the two of you.

Song Qiao went back to his room to take a shower first. When he came out, Xu Dongbo had just called Lou Qingyun.

After hearing his request, Lou Qingyun was at least a little surprised, and then readily agreed, and the two chatted on WeChat in a decent manner.

Hearing the sound of the bathroom door opening, Xu Dongbo sent out the last sentence, and also sent a message to Fang Cheng, saying that he had another script on hand.

After sending the message, Xu Dongbo raised his head subconsciously, intending to chat with Song Qiao, but seeing Song Qiao's appearance at the moment, he was stunned.

"I didn't bring the bathrobe in." Song Qiao was wiping his hair with a towel in his hand, and his whole body was only wrapped in a bath towel, not reaching the bend of his legs.

"Oh." Xu Dongbo replied absently, looking from bottom to top, back and forth several times.

Just as he was hesitating whether to pounce directly or pounce again, Song Qiao threw the towel in his hand over, covering Xu Dongbo's head.

"Why hit me?" Xu Dongbo pulled off the towel, still looking straight at Song Qiao.

Hitting him with the towel was considered light, Song Qiao snorted inwardly, thinking about his plan, he still walked over to the small sofa.

He stretched out his leg and kicked Xu Dongbo, "Get up, blow my hair."

Xu Dongbo got up obediently, holding the hair dryer in his hand, but he didn't pay attention to his hair. When his fingers touched the hair and it was almost dry, he couldn't help stroking it down Song Qiao's neck.

"Wait..." Song Qiao pressed his hand, looked up at Xu Dongbo, "Do you want to sleep together?"

"Yes." Xu Dongbo replied honestly.

Listening to his answer, Song Qiao smiled suddenly, "Then you have to promise me one thing first."