After being dressed as cannon fodder, I tear up the script

After Song Ying became an adult, he stopped living with the big family in the Song family's old house.

He now has his own residence, and occasionally he will go back to the old house when there are important events in the old house.

Song Ying is currently living in a community near the city center. It is said that he bought the apartment for the convenience of going to the company.

The greening of the community is well done. The flowers and trees along the way are fresh and natural. Although it is in the city center, the air is also very fresh.

Song Jingxi had only visited the high-end residential area before. Although he lived a decent life in real life, compared to a wealthy family like the Song family, his little money was nothing more than sesame and mung beans, which was inconspicuous.

People can easily buy a [-]-square-meter house in a high-end community in a big city. According to the money Song Jingxi has in reality, I don't know if he can afford it if he empties his entire family.

Song Ying lived on the sixteenth floor. Although he had been here yesterday, Song Jingxi was still a little nervous when he went up.

All the way past was full of artificial intelligence. Even standing at the door of Song Ying's house, there was a mechanical camera poking out of the door frame to scan himself from head to toe with infrared rays.

Song Jingxi felt a little guilty. After all, this shell was not her own. Fortunately, artificial intelligence cannot pry into people's hearts.

The scanning time was only two seconds, and the door opened automatically. Song Jingxi didn't have time to think about anything, so he heard Song Ying's footsteps coming from the room, and then he heard Song Ying's tone of shock, " Xiaoxi, you..."

At this moment, Song Jingxi's hair was disheveled, bloodshot eyes were hiding in his eyes, his face was slightly swollen, and he looked very tired, as if he had fought with someone all night.

As soon as he got closer, he still smelled of alcohol.

Like doing something all night.

When Song Ying saw Song Jingxi like this, his heart ached.

It turned out that Song Jingxi didn't come back last night because he got drunk all night because of Xing Wenkang.

Yesterday Song Jingxi's attitude was very abnormal, not quite the same as usual.

Song Ying was still skeptical at the time, but now he knows that Song Jingxi is such an infatuated person, how can he say that he will let go of a relationship just to let go of a relationship. Song Jingxi's abnormal behavior yesterday was just pretending to be strong to cover up his sadness.

Thinking about it this way, Song Ying felt even more distressed about Song Jingxi, and became even more annoyed at Xing Wenkang.

"It's a little cold outside, I'm fine."

Song Jingxi's voice was a little hoarse, and Song Ying thought he had a cold, so he hurriedly pulled him into the room with an anxious tone, "Why is the voice like this? Is he sick? I should have known that my brother followed you last night."

After Song Ying finished speaking, he felt that he was talking too much, afraid that Song Jingxi would feel annoyed and regretted.

Seeing that Song Jingxi didn't speak, he explained again humbly, "Xiaoxi, brother doesn't want to control you, that's not what he meant..."

"It's really all right," Song Jingxi lowered his head and walked around Song Ying, "I'm going back to my room first."

I think I was too anxious, the character design may have collapsed too much.

Listening to Song Ying's tone, Song Jingxi felt that he should restrain himself a bit. Don't be too nice to Song Ying. He should take it step by step?

ah!Can't figure it out!

Song Jingxi didn't have the heart to think about anything else at all right now, he felt tired even after standing for a while, he just wanted to take a hot bath and lie down on the bed to sleep until the sky was dark.

Song Ying was going to the company to discuss business today, but he couldn't be relieved if Song Jingxi didn't come back.

Now that Song Jingxi came back, with this appearance again, the frustration in his heart rose again.

It took a lot of effort to get closer to Xiaoxi, but he lost it with a single word.

Song Ying patted his face, wanting to sew his mouth shut, what was the point of saying those words.

Because he cared about Song Jingxi and wanted to follow up to ask about the situation, he was afraid that Song Jingxi would hate him even more, so he held back again.

Song Ying lingered in the living room for half an hour, but still didn't have the courage to knock on Song Jingxi's door.

Who would have thought that the young master Song, who was hugging and hugging outside, would be so embarrassed and entangled.

It doesn't matter if the younger brother controls it, it's really terrible to control it.

"Jingle Bell--"

The landline phone in the living room rang, and the aunt who was cleaning hurriedly put down the cleaning tools in her hand, and walked over to answer the phone.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door of the study, Gao She took a sip of his coffee and said, "Please come in."

"Sir, I just came in with a call, and I answered it for you."

The aunt was standing at the door, and the next moment she smelled the strong smell of smoke coming from the study.

She glanced around and saw at least five or six cigarette butts stuffed into the ashtray on Gao She's right-hand side on the desk.

She didn't know what happened to Gao She suddenly, she rarely saw Gao She was troubled by something to the point where he had to smoke to solve it.

No, it should have never been seen.

"The call is from your sister Gao Wen. I want you to call back when you are free."

Gao She hummed, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"Sir," the aunt hesitated for a while, a little worried, "shall I open the window for you?"

Gao She was stunned, and then realized that he had smoked a lot without knowing it. When did he get so anxious and irritable?

And let outsiders see him like this.

He quickly calmed down, smiled, and said in a gentle voice, "No, you can go and do your work."

Auntie heard him say this, and before leaving, she took a worried look at Gao She from the corner of her eye to make sure that he was as usual before she dared to leave with confidence.

A person who has always been rational rarely does such things irrationally, which is really worrying.

On the cigarette butt in the ashtray, the last spark is also annihilated in a few seconds of flashing.

Thin white mist rose and swirled around the air in the closed space of the study.

Gao She didn't turn on the air conditioner, nor did he open the windows, and the smell of smoke accumulated more and more. If his aunt hadn't reminded him, he wouldn't have noticed it at all.

The file page on the computer was still half an hour ago, and the only thing that changed was the cigarette butt in the ashtray.

After leaving the hotel in the morning, Gao She went home.

There is nothing in the company that requires him to come forward today, and working at home is fine.

All that Gao She could think about was the scene of his entanglement with Song Jingxi last night.

Unlike Song Jingxi, who was sore after a long night's work and just wanted to sleep, Gao She's brain was always in a state of excitement, so that if he didn't find something equally exciting to do, he wouldn't be able to calm down at all.

Maybe it's the desire that has been accumulated for 31 years and finally vented, or maybe it's just because of Song Jingxi...

It's not the first time Gao She has seen him. Speaking of it, he has met Song Jingxi about three times because of Xing Wenkang, and he has never felt like this before.

Why was he unable to control it last night...

He couldn't think about it anymore, he had to find something to do, or he would have to take a cold shower again.

Gao She took the mobile phone from the side, walked to the window and called Gao Wen back.

Although the call was picked up quickly, the environment the other party was in was obviously a bit complicated.

The voices from the receiver were messy, and Gao Wen's voice came out after a while, "Hello, Gao She, I heard that aunt said you are at home?"

"what happened?"

"You ask Xing Wenkang to go home tonight, I have something to ask him."

"For this kind of thing, you can just call yourself." Gao She said, pressing the button next to the glass window with his finger, and the window opened slowly, "Is there any inconvenience between you mother and child?"

"You're right, it's really inconvenient. You're his uncle. He's been afraid of you being alone since he was a child, and he won't listen to what others say." As Gao Wen said, there was a sound of mahjong beating on Gao Wen's side. Then came her excited, "Touch!"

"That's it for Gao She, I'm busy here so I won't talk about it," Gao Wen said, "By the way, the most important thing is that you let him come back alone, don't send everyone home to me bring."

Gao She was not very clear about Xing Wenkang's matter.

Although he is a nephew, he doesn't want to know about other people's private life.

So he didn't know who Gao Wen was referring to by "don't put anyone".

Could it be...Song Jingxi?

Gao She exited the call interface, found Xing Wenkang's number, and was about to dial it, but his finger stopped on the dial key.

If this is the case... Could Song Jingxi be with Xing Wenkang?

The replaced fresh air came oncoming, and Gao She's brain suddenly flashed a sliver of clarity. He thought a little naively, should he take this opportunity to go there in person?

If Song Jingxi was still with Xing Wenkang, he could just find a reason to see him, but if Song Jingxi was not there, that would be the best.

Taking the windbreaker jacket aside, Gao She returned to the Gao She who was good at disguising, calm, gentle and humble.

When Gao She arrived, Xing Wenkang was still in the room with Feng Xiangyuan.

Dry firewood and fire, lonely men and widows are in the same room, it is inevitable to catch fire.

Who knew that Gao She would come at such a time.

Xing Wenkang has been fearless since he was a child, but he is somewhat afraid of Gao She, his uncle.

Although the age difference between them is not too big, they should be able to have a brother-in-law relationship, but it has turned a little bit bad.

At this moment, Xing Wenkang was knocked on the door of the room by Gao She himself, and it was a lie to say that he was not afraid.

So he quickly hid Feng Xiangyuan under the quilt, put on his clothes, turned around and coaxed Feng Xiangyuan, "Hey, don't be afraid, I'll be right back."

Feng Xiangyuan nodded obediently.

Xing Wenkang opened the door and saw Gao She standing at the door, feeling guilty for some reason, "Uncle, why are you here?"

The door was not completely closed, which made the room faintly smelly. Gao She is an adult, so he naturally knows what it smells like. What's more, he has only experienced it not long ago, so his memory is fresh.

The man on the bed was tightly hidden under the quilt, and it was impossible to see who it was, Gao She's heart sank slightly.

"Come down, I have something to tell you."

Gao She's voice was gentle, but Xing Wenkang always felt that something was wrong.

I shouldn't have done anything to offend him recently, right?

Xing Wenkang closed the door of the room. Seeing that Gao She had reached the stairs, he quickly followed.

This uncle has always been in the Three Treasures Hall for everything.

Xing Wenkang walked slowly behind him, thinking about how to deal with him for a while.

Gao She walked in front and fell down a few steps of the stairs. Xing Wenkang stood condescendingly behind him, but saw a distinct tooth mark on the side of his uncle's neck.

Xing Wenkang's foot got knotted and he almost fell down the stairs.