Gao Leng's opponent is actually my clay plastic powder

The sweet voice of the customer service on the phone asked again, with some doubts: "Sir? Are you still there? Is there anything I need?"

Meng Shuyao hurriedly looked away from Song Yuzhou, forcing herself to focus on the phone in her hand, but after trying several times, Song Yuzhou's sudden confession still echoed in her mind.

He said a few words in confusion, he didn't know what he was talking about, but the customer service lady understood him smoothly, and promised: "Okay, I'll confirm with you again, room number 1903, please Is it a bowl of hangover soup?"

"...Yes, please hurry up." Meng Shuyao hurriedly thanked her and hung up the phone, fearing that the drunken Song Yuzhou would say something to the customer service and it would not end well.

When he was on the phone, he turned his back to Song Yuzhou, but he could still clearly feel his gaze falling for a long time.Meng Shuyao was like a light on his back, and he didn't want to turn his head at all.

After 5 minutes, there was a slight noise, and the heat source behind him suddenly approached.Meng Shuyao subconsciously turned around and met Song Yuzhou's eyes.

His eyes are very focused, his dark pupils are as deep as a deep pool, and he can't see the bottom, maybe because he is drunk, Song Yuzhou is not as emotional as usual.

Meng Shuyao was very nervous when he saw it.

Because Song Yuzhou's eyes were not polite at all, a little scary, with undisguised aggressiveness and longing inside.

...and an indescribable obsession.

"You, what do you see me doing?" Meng Shuyao swallowed, and boldly said, "Don't look at me!"

Song Yuzhou did not express any opinion on this accusation, only said: "Can't you watch it?"

Meng Shuyao said fiercely, "I can't watch it!"

His eyes were big in the first place, but now they were staring round, on his palm-sized face, he didn't look angry at all.His lips were moist and red from being bitten by him, the light shone on him from top to bottom, and the soft eyelashes cast a shadow on his cheeks.

"Okay." Song Yuzhou was easy to talk, and he didn't look at it unless he was allowed to. He lowered his eyes politely, and didn't look at Meng Shuyao again.

Without the burning staring eyes, Meng Shuyao relaxed a little, and his tension decreased. When he lowered his head, he found that his fingers were tightly clutching the white sheet, leaving a trace of wrinkles, which was very obvious in contrast to the neat place around him.

Meng Shuyao did something bad, and guiltily slid his palm up and down, trying to smooth it out.

The room was very quiet, except for the not-so-loud hum of the exhaust fan when it was working. The silence was unbearable. Meng Shuyao tried to sneak back to her room, tried to talk several times, but shut up again.

He really didn't know what to say, not to mention that Song Yuzhou was still on the way out, if Meng Shuyao wanted to leave, he would have to talk to Song Yuzhou.

Meng Shuyao thought about the situation, and immediately dismissed the idea.

Fortunately, not long after, there was a knock on the door, and at the same time, the waiter also said, "Hello, here is the hangover soup for you."

"Ah good! Come on, wait a minute!" As if Meng Shuyao had been pardoned, he had an excuse, and he spoke to Song Yuzhou with a lot of confidence, "Let me go there quickly," he asked Song Yuzhou, "I want Go get you hangover soup!"

Song Yuzhou looked at him for a while, then stepped aside obediently.

Meng Shuyao seized the opportunity, quickly bypassed him, and went straight to the door.

The waiter handed the tray to Meng Shuyao with a smile on his face: "Use it slowly."

"Okay, thank you." Meng Shuyao took it carefully, for fear of knocking over the porcelain bowl on top.

The normal Song Yuzhou is better.

Meng Shuyao thought silently.

He put the tray on the table, picked up the porcelain bowl, and handed it to Song Yuzhou: "Here, hangover soup, drink it quickly."

Song Yuzhou stared at him with that kind of gaze again, Meng Shuyao's scalp was numb from his gaze, and he wished to stuff the hangover soup into his hand so that he could escape from the scene.

"Aren't you going to drink?" Meng Shuyao asked him.

In fact, I still have no idea what to do if Song Yuzhou really refuses to drink.

Song Yuzhou looked at him for a while, then reached out to take the bowl.

There was a crisp sound when the porcelain bowl and the spoon collided. He stirred the hangover soup in the bowl leisurely and took a sip with his head down.

Meng Shuyao breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that as long as he wanted to drink, at least he would wake up a bit after drinking, and it would be better to fall asleep directly.

The drunk Song Yuzhou is really scary, he must be told to drink less in the future.

Song Yuzhou took another sip.

At first, Meng Shuyao was still happy that he was willing to cooperate, but gradually, something felt wrong.

Meng Shuyao waited for a while, seeing that Song Yuzhou was still looking at him after taking a sip of hangover soup, and finally couldn't help but said, "You can drink as much as you want, why do you always look at me?"

Song Yuzhou said "um" first, then set his eyes on Meng Shuyao, and said flatly, "Because I want to kiss you."

Meng Shuyao: "???"

His pupils trembled, and he couldn't hold back his voice: "What did you say?!"

Song Yuzhou said, "Can't you?"

His eyes slowly turned to Meng Shuyao's lips, and stayed there for a long time, his tone was serious, as if he was asking for his opinion.

Meng Shuyao was so frightened that his mind went blank, he immediately covered his mouth with both hands, and refused repeatedly: "Of course not! Don't even think about it!"

Because of being muffled, her voice was muffled, but the meaning was clearly expressed.

Song Yuzhou had no choice but to look away and said, "That's fine."

He seemed very disappointed, and his voice was quite weak.

Meng Shuyao: "..."

Don't think that I will agree, don't even think about it!

He has not yet come out of the incident of "a colleague who used to be tit-for-tat suddenly confessed to me what to do, I am waiting online very urgently", which is beyond the scope of all his experience, Song Yuzhou immediately dropped the second bomb, The superficial calm that Meng Shuyao barely maintained was completely blown away.

The topic inevitably went back and forth.

"Shut up and drink your hangover soup!" Meng Shuyao was devastated, and wanted to cover Song Yuzhou's mouth but didn't dare, "Stop talking!"

Song Yuzhou was very reasonable. Meng Shuyao refused to let him speak, so he stopped talking. He drank the hangover soup in the bowl in one go, and then put the empty bowl back into the tray.

After drinking the hangover soup, Meng Shuyao thought he had completed the task, and he didn't want to stay here any longer, otherwise he didn't know what Song Yuzhou was going to say, so he quickly said, "Since you finished drinking Now, let's rest quickly, I'm going back to my room too!"

At this time, Meng Shuyao was very grateful to the hangover soup, so that he could easily open the door and go out instead of staying in the innermost side of the room.

The moment I held the doorknob in my hand, I felt a sense of joy spontaneously.

However, after drinking, Song Yuzhou had a strong desire to express himself. He asked again: "Then can I pursue you?"

Meng Shuyao was flustered by his stare, but his men opened the door unambiguously. He quickly opened the wooden door and forcibly ignored Song Yuzhou's question: "I'm leaving, goodbye!"

After finishing speaking, before Song Yuzhou stepped forward, he quickly closed the door with a "bang".

The exhaustion of running all the way and the ensuing things made this day very hectic. The bed in the hotel was soft and comfortable, lying on it seemed to be trapped in a ball of cotton. Before Meng Shuyao could think about anything, he fell asleep very quickly. .

The next day, he was woken up by the buzzing and vibrating cell phone.

Sleepy-eyed, Meng Shuyao found her mobile phone on the bedside table, answered it instinctively and put it next to her ear, and said weakly, "Hey, who is this?"

The manager's voice over there was as calm as ever, and she spoke quickly, "Go to Weibo now."

Meng Shuyao was startled awake by He Jing's voice.

He fell into a drowsy sleep and didn't realize what was going on. He didn't remember what happened yesterday until he opened Weibo and saw the four characters #夏然反应# on the hot search list.

The response is actually not very accurate. After all, Xia Ran didn't mention his name, nor did he directly say that he was in the picture that was secretly taken, but posted a specious Weibo.

@夏然: The real can’t be fake, and the fake can’t be real.

It's good that none of the parties responded, but Song Yuzhou just reposted Weibo last night, and Xia Ran followed up with Weibo this morning, directly making the matter even bigger.

He Jing's voice continued: "...Is Song Yuzhou with you? His agent said he couldn't get through to his phone number, he couldn't be contacted, and asked you to help find out."

Mentioning those three words, memories of last night flooded in, and Meng Shuyao wrapped herself in the quilt unwilling to face it.

But he still has to reply to He Jing: "I know."

If you don't want to face it anymore, you have to do your work.

After Meng Shuyao finished washing, he resigned himself to knocking on the door of Song Yuzhou's room next door.

The first time there was no answer, Meng Shuyao was refreshed, wondering if he was not there, and was about to go back home when the door in front of him was pulled open.

Song Yuzhou, who was covered in moisture, was wrapped in a bathrobe, which was loose and loose, revealing a large area of ​​wheat-colored chest. Unfinished drops of water slid down the collarbone and sank into the depths of the collar.

It was clear that this was the usual appearance after taking a shower, Meng Shuyao had seen it before, but today it just made him blush, as if he had seen something he shouldn't have seen.

Meng Shuyao attributed it to the sequelae of excessive fright.

He stammered: "Well, Sister Jing said that your manager is looking for you."

"Well, I know." Sober Song Yuzhou returned to normal, with a paralyzed face again, he moved sideways, "Come in first."

Meng Shuyao followed him into the room.

If it was in the past, Meng Shuyao might still silently complain that Song Yuzhou was cold-faced and expressionless. However, after going through the storm, he now feels that the cold-faced Song Yuzhou is very kind and very good, and hopes to keep it.

"Would you like to call back?" Meng Shuyao reminded, remembering the task of his megaphone, "I said I've been looking for you all night."

... As for why I couldn't find it after searching all night, don't mention it again.

Song Yuzhou said: "I didn't receive it in the shower just now, I have already answered it."

"That's it." Meng Shuyao mumbled, not knowing what to say.

He Jing's call came in at the right time and saved his life.

Meng Shuyao hurriedly picked it up, and heard He Jing tell them to go back and discuss how to solve the problem.

When something like this happened, of course he had to go back. Meng Shuyao was already mentally prepared, and he wasn't too surprised, so he responded, "Then we'll probably be there in the afternoon."

He Jing said "OK" and hung up the phone.

With work as a medium, the conversation is not so awkward. Meng Shuyao also pretends to be more natural, and does not mention what happened last night at all, as if it never happened.

Song Yuzhou's expression was also quite natural, not much different from usual, as if he had forgotten about it tacitly.

But it's also possible that he was drunk.

Meng Shuyao preferred the latter, after all, he really couldn't give a suitable answer now.

After packing up, I got in the car and prepared to go back. It was still very early.

As soon as Meng Shuyao got in the car, in order to avoid unnecessary chats and involve some topics that no one wanted to talk about, she wisely closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.As a result, he pretended to be pretending, and then he really fell asleep.

When he woke up again, Song Yuzhou's car had already driven into the community.

Looking at the familiar scenery outside the window, Meng Shuyao belatedly remembered that the two were neighbors now.

Look up, not look down.

He seriously thought about whether to move to the dormitory for a while.

The elevator ding-dong, arrived.

Meng Shuyao bowed his head to say goodbye to Song Yuzhou, and then opened the door of his apartment with his suitcase.

Song Yuzhou walked behind him and hummed.

"Go back quickly, too." Meng Shuyao was already standing at home, with the door open a crack, which made him feel safe. Until now, Song Yuzhou didn't mention a single word that gave him courage last night, "Drive Tired, take a rest."

Song Yuzhou is um again.

Still didn't mean to mention last night.

Meng Shuyao was completely relieved, thinking that he must be broken.

"Then bye--" the rest of the ending was abruptly stuck.

Song Yuzhou put one hand against the door frame to prevent Meng Shuyao from closing, leaned very close to him, and said, "You didn't answer me last night."

His shoulders are very broad, and he is a head taller than Meng Shuyao. No matter which angle he looks at, he looks tall and straight. Standing in the crowd, he always has a feeling of standing out from the crowd, and he can be recognized at a glance.

After a while, Meng Shuyao's beautiful face was dyed bright red, as if being bullied by someone, he stuttered and insisted on pretending to be stupid: "No, I don't know what you are talking about."

Song Yuzhou's other hand was hanging by his side, and his gaze fell on Meng Shuyao flatly, in a waiting posture.Hearing Meng Shuyao's answer, he seemed to have already thought about it, so he was not surprised.

He nodded, and then said, "Then let me ask again." His voice was deep, like the bass played by an organ, "Can I pursue you?"

Meng Shuyao: "..."

What responded to him was the sound of the anti-theft door being slammed shut, accompanied by the sentence thrown down in a panic: "Whatever you want!"

Song Yuzhou seemed to be enlightened overnight, and interpreted it on his own: "That is consent."

There was the sound of something falling on the ground from the security door.

Meng Shuyao was standing at the door and accidentally kicked down the shoe rack.

The phone ding-dong, and a new message came in.

Song Yuzhou: [Can I ask you out tomorrow? ]

The author has something to say:

congratulations!I hope that Xiao Song will get his wife's permission soon, so that he can kiss without asking!