After transmigrating into cannon fodder, I bent the villain president

It's approaching the end of August. Although the temperature is very high during the day, the heat of summer has disappeared in the morning and evening. Especially on the rooftop on the [-]th floor, there is a slight breeze, which is very comfortable.

Shen Yan was so tortured by Qin Mo that he had no choice but to drink two more glasses of wine, and at this moment his head was a little dizzy.

He was afraid that Qin Mofeng would not let him go, so he simply ran away and stood on the rooftop to blow the wind.

Qin Mofeng couldn't catch him, so he turned to Su Yunzhe for a drink, but Su Yunzhe ignored him at all, and then he turned on the mode of resenting women, bringing out all kinds of things in the past, complaining about Su Yunzhe's ungratefulness and not enough friends.

Su Yunzhe was wearing a simple cotton T-shirt, sitting on a high stool, his slender legs had no place to rest, one knee was bent on the bar, the other stretched out, the evening wind messed up his hair.

He looked leisurely and undisciplined, turning a deaf ear to Qin Mofeng's complaints.

Shen Yan leaned against the guardrail, his eyes unconsciously fell on him and did not move away for a long time.

Sensing his gaze, Su Yunzhe looked over and raised his eyebrows lightly, asking him what he was looking at.

Shen Yan pursed his lips and laughed, walked over to Qin Mofeng and asked, "Brother Feng, did President Su really sing downstairs in the girls' dormitory?"

"Then there are fakes? Why, is Yan Meizi jealous? Do you really want to know who Lao Su was chasing back then, and was he pretty?" Qin Mofeng blinked at her ambiguously.

Shen Yan laughed, he really didn't understand why no matter what he said, Qin Mofeng always misunderstood his relationship with Su Yunzhe.

He simply didn't explain, anyway, if Su Yunzhe minded, he would tell Qin Mofeng.

"Actually, I'm a little curious that Su always sings love songs. Is it true? Why do I think that a person like him should be the national anthem when he speaks?"

Qin Mofeng couldn't help pointing at Su Yunzhe and laughing: "National anthem? What are you thinking, Sister Yan? Didn't I tell you that our old Su was a normal person before? You can't just assume that he is born because he is cold now. It’s like an iceberg coming down. Old Su, if I were you, I would definitely not be able to bear it.”

As Qin Mofeng said, he got up and ran downstairs, and came back soon, with an extra guitar in his hand, and handed it to Su Yunzhe: "Lao Su, come on, show Yan Meizi a hand, or you should be jealous."

Shen Yan ignored the word "jealous", and immediately dragged a bench and sat down in front of Su Yunzhe, looking at him expectantly: "Boss Su, show me your hand."

Su Yunzhe looked at him, with a slight arc on the corner of his mouth: "Want to hear?"

Shen Yan nodded again and again: "Yeah, I want to hear it."

"But I don't want to sing."

Su Yunzhe flipped the guitar aside with a teasing tone, got up and leaned against the guardrail next to him in a leisurely manner, as if he had nothing to do with himself.

Even though Shen Yan and Qin Mofeng had worn out their lips, they would not open their mouths with respect.

Qin Mofeng was furious, and he slapped the table and stood up: "If you don't sing, you don't sing, and the singing is not good. Yan Meizi, let's not listen to him, Brother Feng, I will give you a song. If it is not Brother Feng, I will blow it." , When I go to school, I only need to open my voice, and I don’t know how many school girls shouted to give birth to a monkey for me.”

"Okay, okay, Brother Feng, come on!" Shen Yan clapped his hands repeatedly, but he was a little disappointed in his heart. For some reason, he seemed to want to hear Su Yunzhe sing more.

Qin Mofeng really didn't brag, he sang beautifully and was very contagious, even the slight disappointment in Shen Yan's heart at the beginning disappeared under the influence of his singing, and he couldn't help but hum along with him.

Su Yunzhe, who had nothing to do with himself, cast his heavy eyes on his face. After Qin Mofeng finished singing, he suddenly walked over and reached for the guitar in Qin Mofeng's hand.

Qin Mofeng was not happy, "Why do you do what? Aren't you not participating? Just watch."

Then he turned to Shen Yan: "Meizi Yan, come up with a song and let Brother Feng appreciate it."

Shen Yan was wondering why Su Yunzhe suddenly changed his mind, and faintly began to look forward to it again, but he didn't expect that the topic would be brought to him.

He shook his head and was about to speak when Qin Mofeng's cell phone rang, and it was his annoying boss calling.

After Qin Mofeng hung up the phone, he cursed in a low voice: "Damn! Why did I encounter such a psychopath? I will resign tomorrow!" After speaking, he greeted them and left in a hurry.

Shen Yan glanced at the time, it was almost ten o'clock, he worriedly asked Su Yunzhe: "Brother Feng, are you alright?"

Thinking about it in his shoes, if he was called to work overtime at ten o'clock in the evening, he would definitely be mad.

What's more, Qin Mofeng had already formed a relationship with Ling Sichen, so would he be really angry and make trouble now?

"What can he do? It's you..." Su Yunzhe paused, handed over the guitar, and looked at him with a smile: "Let's listen to one."

Shen Yan didn't expect him to make this request, looked at the guitar and then at him, hesitated for three seconds between refusing and agreeing, and chose the latter.

He took the guitar, played a few notes for a try, and felt that it was smooth, so he looked up at Su Yunzhe and smiled: "Then it's Mr. Su's turn."

Su Yunzhe raised his eyebrows, motioning for him to start.

Shen Yan felt that he was a little strange, as if he was too obsessed with hearing Su Yunzhe sing.

Probably because of the alcohol, he thought.

Then he plucked the strings, and soft and flexible notes floated out.

He sang a song by a Japanese female singer with a simple and soothing melody.

On a quiet night, he sang in a low voice, like two people whispering, making the night feel dense.

After it was over, no one spoke.

Shen Yan was clearly looking forward to Su Yunzhe's singing, but the other party sat across from him and looked at him without speaking.

Shen Yan's gaze was attracted unconsciously, and his four eyes intersected, and he clearly saw the smile hidden in those deep eyes, as well as... tenderness.

Shen Yan's heart was beating wildly without coming, and his face was slightly hot.

He hurriedly shifted his gaze, grabbed the glass and said lamely, "My throat is so dry." Then he drank the liquid in the glass in a hurry.

Depend on!

liquor!

He didn't realize it until he drank it, and it was too late to vomit it up, so he had to pour himself another glass of water.

Seeing his foolish appearance, Su Yunzhe couldn't help chuckling, then stood up: "Let's go, go down." After speaking, he turned around and was about to go downstairs.

Shen Yan was already a little drunk, but now that he drank an extra glass, his head became even more dizzy, but he was not drunk yet.

So he rushed forward and was stopped by others: "No, it's Mr. Su's turn. You will sing after I've agreed. How can you go back on your word?"

Su Yunzhe turned his head and looked at him innocently: "Did I say that?"

"You..." Shen Yan paused, and tilted his head to recall what they had said before, but the alcohol made his mind very dull, and he couldn't remember anything, so he didn't think about it at all, and grabbed Su Yunzhe's arm. Let go, "Of course I said it, don't deny it!"

A voice stained with alcohol, coming out of the nasal cavity, soft and unknowingly coquettish, all fell into Su Yunzhe's eyes.

The corner of Su Yunzhe's mouth couldn't help but rise, he lowered his head and approached him, and smiled like a child: "I just deny it, what can you do?"