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

"Did you hit Jingxi?"

Gao Wen's tone was full of disbelief. She knew that Xing Wenkang didn't like Song Jingxi, but she never knew that Xing Wenkang had such violent tendencies.

"No, it's just to scare him. Before that, he had to hang on to death, but who knew that he would find Song Ying directly without warning."

Speaking of this, Xing Wenkang heaved a sigh of relief and felt a little frustrated for some reason.

The person who was obviously flattering to him before suddenly left as soon as he said it.

Although he doesn't like Song Jingxi, this feeling is really uncomfortable.

After finishing speaking, Xing Wenkang saw Gao Wen looking at him ambiguously, with an indescribably weird expression.

"Mom?" Xing Wenkang asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I was wondering if someone fell in love with each other without knowing it."

Gao Wen's words were not cryptic at all, but when Xing Wenkang heard this, he was still stunned for a few seconds. I don't know which word in this sentence suddenly touched his sensitive point. Outburst, "I like Song Jingxi? Impossible."

He didn't even want to eat, put down his chopsticks and stood up.

Before leaving, he turned around and emphasized to Gao Wen, "Don't mess with the mandarin ducks, A Yuan is the only person I like from the beginning to the end."

"That's it for today. If you have nothing else to do, I'll go first."

At this time, Xing Wenkang had nothing, but his temper was not small, and his endurance and determination were extremely poor. Whenever something went against his mind, it would be revealed without a doubt.

Good guess.

Gao Wen was not angry when he saw him talking to her like this. Anyway, the facts are in front of him, and Xing Wenkang can't do it if he doesn't admit it.

Xing Wenkang may have really disliked Song Jingxi before, but now, it's hard to say.

It would be great if Xing Wenkang and Song Jingxi could really succeed.

One of them is talented and the other is good-looking, and they are both right when they go out.

Being with Song Jingxi will help Xing Wenkang's career in the future, and it is better than Feng Xiangyuan who knows nothing and has no family background.

The word "good family" is not just talking. Talent and knowledge are different, and the world we live in is also different. Even if we barely get together in the end, there will still be estrangement.

She had checked Feng Xiangyuan before, and he was smart, but in a wealthy family like theirs, it was just a simple slapstick between the uncles and aunts in the vegetable market.

First, he has no backing, and second, he has no firm foothold anywhere. If Xing Wenkang gets tired of him one day, he will have nothing.

But Song Jingxi is different, no matter how trash Song Jingxi is, no matter how despised by others, his background is there.

No matter whether it is a waste wood or a vase, even if Song Jingxi is a vase, it is also an antique vase, which is invaluable. Anyone who sees it will take good care of him.

Trash is better, stupid people have stupid blessings, and it is easier to handle.

Gao Wen felt that Song Jingxi couldn't dislike Xing Wenkang so quickly. If one person has liked another for so many years, how could he just give up.

Gao Wen thought that Song Jingxi was finally smart for a while, before she only knew how to swallow her anger and cry when she was bullied, but this time she even knew how to use playing hard to get to attract Xing Wenkang's attention.

Before Song Jingxi was able to live with Xing Wenkang, half of it was Gao Wen's idea.

The original Song Jingxi was not smart, so how did he know how to play so many tricks? If he was really smart, he would not have come up with such a clumsy method of drugging Feng Xiangyuan and directly carrying the fruit knife in his arms.

He is an idiot who is forced to rush and can only flop around.

Gao Wen is a person with a strong desire to control. She hopes that everything is under her control. There are good and bad things about Song Jingxi becoming smart.

The good thing is that as long as he still likes Xing Wenkang, he and Xing Wenkang can support each other in the future. The bad thing is that once the wild horse is out of control, it will be out of control.

Gao Wen never thought that Song Jingxi would dislike Xing Wenkang. From his point of view, Xing Wenkang was Song Jingxi's fate.

How can anyone not die?

"Ah-ah-ah owe!"

"Fuck, who scolded me!"

When Song Jingxi was still dying on the bed, the sneeze made him sit up in shock from dying.

Last night, Gao She pressed his horse in front of the French windows of the hotel for so long, and Young Master Song, with his golden body, couldn't bear this kind of torture.

This day Song Jingxi originally planned to have a good sleep, but the deep sleep turned into lethargy.

The hanging bottle hanging by the bed was already halfway through, and Song Ying was sitting by Song Jingxi's bed, seeing him swearing vigorously, he was shocked and slightly relieved.

In Song Ying's impression, Song Jingxi had always been a dignified young man who would not speak foul words, but now he might be overwhelmed, so he couldn't help venting his inner resentment.

excusable.

Song Ying thought.

"Xiaoxi, how is it? Are you feeling better?"

"much better."

Song Jingxi was sore all over his body, and his back was sore and his legs were weak due to fatigue. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether this soreness was the sequelae left over from last night or a side effect of the pain.

In a blink of an eye, Song Ying was still standing there motionless looking at him, as if he had something to say.

Song Jingxi didn't know how to get along with him. Before that, she thought to take things slowly, lest her personality collapse too quickly and her feet would be exposed.

But now that Song Ying is like this, Song Jingxi really can't bear it.

Although Song Jingxi likes to be pampered the most, he is a child who has never been pampered before. Even though this stranger in front of him is a stranger he has only met a few times, he begins to yearn for the warmth that originally belonged to others.

After this absurd thought flashed through his mind, Song Jingxi dared not look at Song Ying even more.

He closed his eyes, turned his head away, and said stiffly, "I'm tired and want to rest for a while."

"Ah, good." Song Yingyu sat up straight again, he hesitated or tucked the corner of the quilt for Song Jingxi, "Then I'll go out first, and I'll come in and pull out the bottle for you after a while. Needle."

Song Jingxi closed his mouth and did not speak, and then he heard light and light footsteps, and then he slowly opened his eyes, and saw the floating clouds outside the window just passing away from his line of sight through the glass window.

The sky in this world is much bluer than the sky in the orphanage.

Song Jingxi grew up in an orphanage since he was a child. He knows how to survive in this society without father or mother.

He has never felt the feeling of being loved, so he likes the feeling of being loved more.

Even if this love was originally not his own.

He didn't know where the original owner had gone, but he thought that since he was wearing a book, he should live on for the original owner and complete the unfinished mission for him.

Temporarily put last night's frenzy and inner entanglement in the bottom of my heart.

Regarding the incident of getting lost in the bar, it must be false to say that it is not uncomfortable. The first experience in life was too bad, but the doneness is done, and I can only try not to touch alcohol in the future.

Who knew that the young master's body was so delicate, it seems that I have to be more careful in the future.

Song Jingxi thought wildly for several hours, and he couldn't even remember when Song Ying came in and pulled out the needle on the back of his hand, and what he said to him.

All he knew was that Song Ying had been sitting by the bed talking, so he listened carefully, but he didn't hear anything, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

He fell asleep until the next morning. Song Jingxi, who was awakened by the alarm set by the original owner, couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams, and reflexively wanted to get dressed and go to work.

When he went out of the room and saw Song Ying sitting in the living room, he realized that he was wearing a book, and he even turned into a beautiful useless cannon fodder with a delicate body and a soft body.

"Xiaoxi, come over and have breakfast. You slept so soundly last night that I couldn't bear to wake you up. You must be starving."

Song Ying greeted him, and reached out to touch his forehead, "No more burning, are you going to school today?"

School?Attend class?

Song Jingxi groaned and nodded. The original owner was only 21 years old, and he was still in college.

"I'll let you drive me in a while. I have something to do with the company and I have to go there now."

Today's Song Ying looked not energetic, and the pronoun he was talking to was "I" instead of "brother", Song Jingxi suddenly felt a little guilty.

When Song Ying was about to leave, Song Jingxi stopped him.

"Well, brother, thank you for taking care of me. I caused you trouble yesterday. I was not feeling well at that time. I had a bad attitude towards you. I'm sorry."

Song Ying's walking steps suddenly stopped, this was the first time he heard Song Jingxi apologize to himself.

In an instant, the depression on Song Ying's face was replaced by a smile, "It's okay, these are what my brother should do. Xiaoxi is not feeling well, and my brother understands."

"Ah."

The change in Song Ying's face made Song Jingxi understand that if he didn't change and followed the original owner's original personality, his fate would still be the same tragic in the end.

Now that I create an image of a prodigal son, it shouldn't be considered a broken person.

-

The driver sent Song Jingxi to the school gate, but Song Jingxi was at a loss at this moment.

When he was reading the book, he only wanted to skip the part of the cannon fodder, so he almost didn't read the part that described the original owner alone.

The consequence of skipping and reading books is that now he doesn't know where he should go to take what class, he doesn't even know what class he is going to take, and he has brought all the books over.

Fortunately, there are only a dozen of them, and the young master can still carry them.

Just when Song Jingxi was hesitating whether to get out of the car directly, a car got stuck in the parking space next to him, the car turned off, and a very familiar man got out of the car—Xing Wenkang.

Seeing that Xing Wenkang got off the car and was about to leave, Song Jingxi immediately followed.

Although Song Jingxi hadn't read the separate part describing the original owner, he had read the part about Xing Wenkang.

Because the original owner wanted to be in the same class as Xing Wenkang, he used some means to transfer to the finance department where Xing Wenkang was, and became a classmate with him.

So wherever Xing Wenkang went, he went there himself, that's right.

When Xing Wenkang got out of the car, he saw Song Jingxi sneaking behind him, thinking that the other party had a heart for him.

Apart from being irritable, he felt secretly refreshed in his heart.

Yesterday he got angry with Gao Wen because of Song Jingxi's matter. Last night he thought about it all night and didn't sleep well. Feng Xiangyuan was lying beside him. He didn't have the heart to touch him. He didn't expect Song Jingxi to pester him again today.

The two mother and son wanted to go together, and they both thought that Song Jingxi's departure was just playing hard to get.

Thinking of this, Xing Wenkang was not particularly angry with Song Jingxi for the first time, and even felt better about Song Jingxi humiliating himself in front of so many people the day before yesterday.

Song Jingxi, who followed behind, didn't guess what Xing Wenkang was thinking. If he knew that he just wanted to go to the classroom but was misunderstood that leaving him was just a clumsy play hard to get, Song Jingxi would definitely not follow him even if he didn't go to class today. go the same way.

The two walked to the door of the classroom together. Song Jingxi entered the classroom before Xing Wenkang.

Xing Wenkang was taller than Song Jingxi, and when the two passed by, Xing Wenkang didn't need to observe carefully, he saw the hickey on the mole behind Song Jingxi's ear.

Dark red, very ambiguous.

It wasn't there when I left the day before yesterday.

Xing Wenkang frowned.

In the past, Song Jingxi was just a flirt in his eyes.

He seemed to know that his mole was very sexy, so when he swayed it in front of him before, he deliberately let himself see it.

No matter what Song Jingxi thought, for a while, Xing Wenkang really wanted to kiss, physically.

He was a man, and a young and energetic college student.

Among other things, Song Jingxi is indeed pretty.

Yes, it is beautiful, no matter how much he hates Song Jingxi, he can't deny that Song Jingxi's skin is beautiful.

At that time, Feng Xiangyuan hadn't come back yet, so he was hesitant, but finally he endured it.

But now, seeing Song Jingxi who wanted to say "I love you" ten times and a hundred times a day, she moved on after only one day?

Song Jingxi didn't know what Xing Wenkang was thinking. In a blink of an eye, he saw Jiang Yunsheng who was sitting in the back row waving to him. Unexpectedly, Jiang Yunsheng was in the same class as him, which was a pleasant surprise.

He was about to go over, but suddenly he heard Xing Wenkang behind him speak angrily and sourly, and quietly said, "Song Jingxi, you can find a man quite quickly."