Kuai Chuan, fall in love with a fairy

Chapter 169 Rebellious Brother Is A Little Sweet (37)

The young man had a thin back, and the cool wind blew up his thin coat. Song Yu lowered his eyes, and his finger bones turned white from being pinched.

When Heyou happened to see Song Yu standing outside, she paused and came to look for him.

"A Yu."

The boy looked up at her with a flat look.

He remembered what Song's father said just now, and she pursed her lips, thinking it was better to tell Song Yu clearly.

"Ayu, you don't need to participate in this design competition."

Cold fingers curled up, Song Yu lowered his head, his eyes fell on the withered yellow leaves on the ground.

The fallen leaves were blown up by the wind, fluttering in circles in the air.

His voice was very soft: "Why?"

He scratched his head again, but he couldn't say the reason directly. It couldn't be said that your father asked me for it.

She thought for a while: "Don't you don't like going to this kind of occasion? I can also ask others to help me, it's not a big problem. "

Song Yu pursed his lips tightly, and the young man's face turned pale for a moment.

He moved his fingers, but he still didn't say anything after all.

……

"Xiao Ke, come out to eat."

He answered again in the room, put down his pen, and came over to eat.

Father An had already sat down at the dinner table, and Xu Zhen was serving soup.

He was stunned again: "Is Ayu not here?"

Xu Zhen handed the soup to He You: "He went out in the afternoon and never came back."

Xu Zhen had called him several times before but couldn't get through, she looked helpless.

"I don't know where this child has gone, and I can't control it."

He sat down again, took out his cell phone and called Song Yu.

There was no one answering until it automatically hung up.

The light in the bar was dim, the young man stretched his long legs, his brows and eyes could not be seen clearly in the darkness, and his knuckle fingers were holding the wine glass.

Zhao Jiacheng's eyes kept drifting this way, and he looked at the non-stop ringing mobile phone on the table.

"Brother Yu, don't you want to pick me up?"

The phone has been ringing for a long time, Song Yu neither answered nor hung up, just let it ring.

The young man raised his head slightly, his Adam's apple rolled, Song Yu's eyebrows and eyes were cold, and he only shook the wine glass lightly, the light yellow liquid shone brightly.

He looked at the phone interface in confusion again, what did Song Yu do?
Song Yu didn't answer her call, and He You couldn't do anything. He didn't know where to find him.

Because Song Yu didn't come back that night, He Youxin waited for him, but Song Yu didn't come back until she fell asleep from sleepiness.

Under the cold white moonlight, the young man was slender, with a swaying shadow.

Song Yu blinked, with a hazy glint in his eyes. He took out the key, but couldn't align it with the keyhole.

He pursed his lips, his eyes blank and aggrieved.

He was awakened by the noise again. She rubbed her sore eyes and came over to open the door.

The night wind howled, wrapping her bare ankles coldly.

He rubbed his cold arms blown by the wind again, and saw Song Yu sitting in the corner in a blink of an eye.

She was startled, the boy's eyebrows and eyes were shrouded in darkness, and she could barely make out the outline of a figure.

He approached cautiously and called him softly.

"A Yu?"

The young man was drunk, lazily raised his eyes to look at her, then lowered his head silently.

He squatted at his feet again, smelling the strong smell of alcohol on his body.

"you've been drinking?"

Song Yu puffed his cheeks, his voice was aggrieved.

"Do you tube."

He was taken aback again, and wanted to laugh a little.

"Really? Then I went back?"

As she spoke, she stood up and turned around, but the hem of her nightgown was grabbed by a hand.

Song Yu looked up at her, his eyes dim and shimmering.

He deliberately teased him again: "Didn't you say you don't want me to take care of it?"

Song Yu clutched He You's clothes tightly, and with the other hand he grabbed the grass on the ground indiscriminately, making his hands full of mud without even realizing it.

(End of this chapter)