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

Gao She asked, "At home?"

Xing Wenkang replied, "At home."

"Well, I'm coming over now."

After Gao She finished speaking, Xing Wenkang was stunned for two seconds, thinking that Gao Wen had said something in front of Gao She again, although he didn't want to agree, but he didn't dare to reject Gao She directly.

I had no choice but to reluctantly agree, "Then I'll ask someone to prepare uncle's dinner."

"No, just say a few words." Gao She said, "That's it."

Gao She hung up the phone, and the phone interface returned to the chat interface between him and Song Jingxi just now.

Song Jingxi didn't reply him, which seemed to be expected.

But Xing Wenkang was still a little disappointed, and the half of the cigarette left in his hand seemed to have become meaningless.

He raised his hand, crushed half of the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray, let his mind go blank and never thought about anything else.

Gao She arrived soon, around five o'clock, the sky had already darkened but not yet completely dark.

The sky is gray and blue but not so vibrant.

Xing Wenkang was still sitting in the living room, and the servants had already started preparing dinner.

As soon as Gao She entered the room, he smelled a strong smell of smoke. He frowned slightly, seeing that Xing Wenkang had been sitting there in a daze.

Gao She reached out and knocked on the table, only to see that the man suddenly came to his senses, stood up and called him uncle.

"Ah."

At this time, Xing Wenkang was still wearing the bathrobe he wore after taking a bath, with a piece of his chest exposed, covered with some ambiguous marks.

Gao She pretended he didn't see it, glanced over, and then sat down on the single sofa on his left.

"Didn't go to the company this afternoon?" Gao She took a sip of the tea poured by the servant and asked, "It's the end of the year, isn't the company busy?"

"Rest at home in the afternoon," Xing Wenkang gathered his bathrobe. For some reason, Gao She's gaze was clearly not on him, but Xing Wenkang felt uncomfortable. He replied without confidence, "The company...is very busy. of."

"Living alone is freedom. Whether you are in a relationship or studying, you must focus on everything you do."

Gao She raised his eyes and looked into his eyes, "If you do anything half-heartedly, you will achieve nothing in the end."

In front of him, Gao She would always talk about a lot of great principles, Xing Wenkang didn't want to listen, but he had to listen.

Today's conversation is a bit special, Xing Wenkang can hear it.

Gao She never talks about personal matters with him, even if it's just such ambiguous words as falling in love.

Just when he was about to say something, the mobile phone on the coffee table suddenly vibrated twice, and the screen of the mobile phone lit up. It was Song Jingxi's reply.

Simple two words: Is there something wrong?

Song Jingxi didn't reply, Xing Wenkang felt irritable, so he threw the phone away, and now the phone's direction was already tilted towards Gao She.

Xing Wenkang noticed it, and Gao She naturally noticed it too. The two had their own thoughts and looked at each other tacitly.

Afterwards, Xing Wenkang took back his mobile phone, pinched it in his hand, and said, "Uncle, I know my own affairs."

He said, "I'm not a child anymore, and you don't have to control me in everything. I have a sense of what to do and what not to do."

"It's just your business, of course I don't care about it," Gao She answered him slowly, but his tone was a little harsh, "I've said the same thing before, don't make me say it a third time, you should understand Sometimes pretending to be confused doesn’t work with me.”

The man stared at him with gentle eyes, but Xing Wenkang felt oppressed and embarrassed at this moment. He knew that Gao She was really angry.

The man's gaze slowly shifted to the cell phone he was holding. Xing Wenkang subconsciously moved his fingers and hid the cell phone in the pocket of the bathrobe.

In Xing Wenkang's subconscious mind, he has always regarded Song Jingxi as his own. Even if the two are separated now and Song Jingxi no longer likes him, Xing Wenkang still thinks so.

So when Gao She mentioned the metaphor "Song Jingxi is his now" in front of him several times, Xing Wenkang felt extremely uncomfortable.

Uncle and nephew robbing someone, is that plausible?

Every time we talk, Gao She never speaks out, he doesn't even mention Song Jingxi's name, but Gao She always warns himself with a superior look, which makes people uncomfortable.

Xing Wenkang has a bad temper, which is the complete opposite of Gao She.

The positions of the two were even more different. Xing Wenkang simply didn't have the stamina and patience to play charades with Gao She.

He bluntly said, "Uncle, Song Jingxi loved me to death before, and he pestered you before this month was up. Are you not afraid that he has some conspiracy? Are you putting pressure on me for Song Jingxi now? What did he say to you, and what ecstasy soup did he give you? Even if he had no conspiracy, you don't mind if he loves me so much? "

Hearing Song Jingxi's name came out of Xing Wenkang's mouth, and after hearing Xing Wenkang's words, Gao She's well-preserved mask shattered a little.

His fingertips on the armrest of the sofa moved regularly, and it took a few seconds before he raised his eyes, "So what, he doesn't love you anymore, does he?"

Gao She stood up, looking past Feng Xiangyuan who didn't know when he was standing on the second floor, "That's all for now, if you have time to care about my future lover's movements, why not care about yourself first."

Xing Wenkang followed Gao She's gaze, and Xing Wenkang, who was looking at Feng Xiangyuan, was suddenly flustered.

Song Jingxi didn't know what message Xing Wenkang sent to him suddenly, and it was just that one sentence, and then he had nothing to say.

"baffling."

He did not receive a reply from Xing Wenkang, but received a message from Gao She a few minutes later: What time is it tomorrow?

Song Jingxi: I will have few classes tomorrow, and I will be free after [-]:[-] in the morning. When do you think you are not busy?

Gao She: I'm not busy tomorrow. I'll pick you up from school at [-]:[-].

Five minutes later, Qiao Yingsheng, who was fighting with Linghua, received an unread message from Gao She: All the work after tomorrow morning will be postponed to the afternoon.

After receiving the news, Qiao Yingsheng stopped fighting and tugged at Ling Hua's clothes to ask him about Gao She's gossip.

Ling Hua: ...

Early the next morning, Song Jingxi went to the classroom.

Xing Wenkang didn't know what happened today, he acted as if he didn't see him when he saw him, and he didn't stare at him like a tiger like before.

Although curious why he suddenly sent me a message yesterday, but adhering to the principle of not getting close to the male lead if he can, Song Jingxi chose to shut up.

What's more, knowing that the male protagonist still seems to be interested in him, Song Jingxi doesn't want to get close to him.

Being in love with the hero is a terrible thing, Song Jingxi doesn't want to experience it.

Except that Xing Wenkang was a little strange, Jiang Yunsheng didn't come to class today, Song Jingxi sent a message to Jiang Yunsheng, but there was no reply.

It's really strange that Jiang Yunsheng, a little prince surfing the Internet, didn't reply to his news, but Song Jingxi didn't think too much about it.

Jiang Yunsheng's family is so rich, and he is still an adult shrewd man, so he can still lose it.

At Song Changan's birthday banquet last time, Song Jingxi could tell that Jiang Yunsheng was absolutely shrewd, much smarter than the original owner anyway.

If Song Jingxi hadn't known that he later knelt down to Xing Wenkang in order to intercede with the original owner, he would have doubted Jiang Yunsheng's purpose in approaching the original owner.

After school, as soon as Song Jingxi stepped out of the school gate, Gao She's car stopped at the school gate.

The man smiled and got down to open the door for himself, and put his hand on the eaves of the car, reminding him in a gentle voice, "Be careful."

Song Jingxi felt that he was being taken care of as a child or a girl, but he liked being pampered.

Moreover, Gao She is especially fond of people, this is what Song Jingxi felt the moment he got into the car.

The cushion under the buttocks is warm, and the cabin is also warm.

Song Jingxi rubbed his hands together and sighed comfortably.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Gao She took a small bag from the back seat, and took out a small thin blanket from the bag to cover his legs, "If it's still cold, there are gloves."

Song Jingxi glanced into the bag, and for the first time sighed, how could a small bag hold so much capacity.

Song Jingxi saw a warm baby in a hat, scarf, earmuffs, gloves, and even a hot water bottle.

He was so well-prepared, but Song Jingxi wanted to tease him, and made things difficult for him with pride, "But what if I want to drink hot water now?"

Gao She got into the car, opened the incubator on the side of his hand, took out a glass filled with hot water for him, and said considerately, "Be careful."

"Ah..." Song Jingxi didn't expect there to be, so she took it obediently.

His whole body was surrounded by warmth, he felt a little hot, his face was flushed, and his heart beat faster.

Holding the water glass along the way, Song Jingxi only blushed and said nothing, sitting there looking at Gao She from time to time.

His eyes are well-behaved, so there is a bit of timidity, the flowing eyes are glowing, the end of the eyes reveals a faint pink under the porcelain white skin, it is a mixture of shyness and joy, with a little bit of self-satisfaction.

It's itchy to watch.

Gao She noticed it through the rearview mirror, but he could only focus on the road conditions. He was afraid that he would stare at Song Jingxi and could not help but press him directly on the car seat.

Depressing the desire that rolled into his throat, Gao She rubbed his fingers lightly on the steering wheel.

When there was a gap between the traffic lights, Song Jingxi's finger suddenly reached over and hooked his own lightly.

Gao She was boiled by the soft warmth from his fingertips, but he could only maintain his rationality and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I'll touch you to see if you're cold." Song Jingxi smiled, "I'm warm, I'm afraid you're cold."

Gao She said, "I'm not cold."

Song Jingxi then withdrew his hand and took a sip of the water in the glass.

In fact, he just wanted to test Gao She's reaction to being touched by him. He said it was cold on his front foot, but Gao She had prepared all these things on his back foot, which was more than normal people's ambiguous period when they were in love.

It made Song Jingxi flustered.

But when she suddenly touched his hand, the man was indifferent. Song Jingxi was a little unhappy, wondering whether she was not attractive to him, or whether it was just her own illusion.

He glanced at the man's hand, and for some reason suddenly remembered the harmonious picture with Gao She that was automatically played in his mind yesterday.

Song Jingxi subconsciously said, "Your hand is so big, it feels like you can grab my waist."

At that time, the car was driving on the two-way eight-lane road, and Song Jingxi obviously felt that the car suddenly braked for a second.

When driving to the intersection, Gao She turned the steering wheel in half a circle, entered a boulevard with no traffic, and stopped suddenly.

Song Jingxi was taken aback and before he could react, he saw Gao She turned his head to look at him with aggressive eyes, just like in his fantasy, so terrifying that he wanted to eat people.

Gao She unbuckled his seat belt, leaned towards him, and looked at him inch by inch with his eyes behind the lens, "Do you want to try it? Maybe you can remember it."