you are young joy

Chapter 44 Who Treats You Better?
Song Qian watched Yun Duo's car leave. She turned around and wanted to go back. When she turned her head, she saw Rong Ting standing not far behind her. Rong Ting seemed to be waiting here for a long time. Song Qian was a little surprised why Rong Ting Will appear here, she walked forward, got closer and smelled alcohol, Song Qian frowned slightly.

"What are you doing here?" Song Qian approached Rong Ting. Seeing Song Qian approaching, Rong Ting suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

Song Qian was startled, Rong Ting's hand was a bit strong, and it hurt Song Qian. Song Qian saw that Rong Ting's eyes were a little hazy, and there was still a faint blush on his cheeks. Song Qian sighed, and said quietly: " you're drunk."

"Song Qian." Rong Ting called her name.

Rong Ting's capacity for alcohol is pretty good, and he doesn't actually drink much when he's drunk, but Song Qian is very clear about what he looks like when he's drunk, so she asked Rong Ting very patiently: "What's the matter?"

Rong Ting hiccupped and suddenly smiled foolishly: "Today, I proposed to Xia Su."

The expression on Song Qian's face froze slightly, Rong Ting stared at her, Song Qian twitched the corners of her mouth, and said calmly: "That's good."

Rong Ting said again: "She agreed."

Song Qian snorted, "It makes sense."

Bai Xiaoxiao just said today that Rong Ting wanted to propose to Xia Su, and it had already happened. Sure enough, nothing in this world can bear to be talked about.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." Rong Ting suddenly felt aggrieved: "Where have you been?"

Song Qian looked at Rong Ting, and said expressionlessly, "I'm going to have a room with a man."

Rong Ting let out a cry, and the strength of grabbing Song Qian's wrist suddenly increased, even raising his voice an octave: "What did you say?"

Song Qian thought, Rong Ting was drunk anyway.

When she was young, she liked to tease him like this. Seeing him be furious would always give Song Qian the illusion that he cared about her very much.

Really bad fun.

Song Qian said: "Don't drink like crazy here, you smell of alcohol all over me, and when you go back, auntie should blame me."

Song Qian shook her hand, but did not shake off Rong Ting's hand. Song Qian felt a little helpless, and said in an emphatic tone: "Rong Ting, if you don't let go, I will be angry."

Rong Ting's body froze when he heard the words, he stared at Song Qian fiercely, and suddenly asked her: "Is Liang Feibai treating you well?"

When Rong Ting mentioned Liang Feibai without warning, Song Qian was startled, and then hummed perfunctorily.

"Really?" Rong Ting didn't seem to believe it, "Is he treating you better than me?"

Song Qian tilted her head, thought about this question seriously, and then nodded.

Rong Ting was almost pissed off by Song Qian.

"Impossible, how can there be anyone in this world who treats you better than me?"

What kind of theory is this?
The corner of Song Qian's mouth was mocking, and she said to Rong Ting: "This question is very simple, you see, Liang Feibai is my boyfriend, and you are now Xia Su's fiancé, although we are childhood sweethearts, but I To you and Xia Su to you, the meaning must be different, I am "the only one" to Liang Feibai, but not to you, so of course he is better than you to me."

"Oh." Rong Ting seemed to agree with this, the corners of his mouth moved, and he muttered softly: "It's different, how can she compare with you?"

Rong Ting's voice was a bit vague, Song Qian couldn't hear what he said, and asked: "What did you say?"

Rong Ting hiccupped again. He seemed to be really drunk, his body was a little shaky, but he held Song Qian's hand very hard, and he didn't intend to let go at all. He stared at Song Qian for a while. Yes, suddenly grinned.

Song Qian heard Rong Ting say: "Actually, I don't like her at all, I only like you."

Rong Ting's tone was a bit childish, Song Qian's pupils widened suddenly, and she looked at Rong Ting in disbelief. It took a long time for her to realize that Rong Ting had drunk too much.

Song Qian took a deep breath and asked Rong Ting: "Let me ask you, who am I? What's my name?"

Rong Ting groaned, and seemed a little confused: "Who are you?"

Song Qian: "..." Sure enough, the drunkard couldn't believe a word he said.

Song Qian sighed resignedly, "I'll take you home."

"I won't go back." Rong Ting suddenly lost his temper, "I won't go back today, I want to stay with you."

Rong Ting, who was drunk, was like a child, especially... clingy.

Song Qian had a headache, and Rong Ting made it clear that he would not leave. If it was before, Song Qian could let Rong Ting stay at Song's house for one night. This is not a big deal, but now... it still counts. Alright.

"It's not fair." Seeing that Song Qian had stopped talking, Rong Ting immediately cried out dissatisfied: "I said I like you, but you haven't said you like me. It's not fair, it's not fair."

Rong Ting pulled Song Qian and shook her, insisting on making her say that she liked him. When the two were entangled, a car drove up quickly, heading in the direction of Rong Ting and Song Qian. Song Qian was shocked, and Rong Ting Ting's reaction was extremely fast. Although he was drunk and his consciousness didn't seem to be very clear, his body reacted naturally, throwing Song Qian away at once, and both of them fell to the ground.

Rong Ting protected Song Qian, even in such an emergency situation, he reacted quickly to lay under Song Qian, Rong Ting's head hit the ground, he was dizzy and almost vomited.

Song Qian exclaimed, "Rong Ting!"

The car barely stopped beside the two of them, the door opened, and Liang Feibai stepped out with a frosty face.

Liang Feibai strode forward, pulled Song Qian up and pulled him away, and then punched and kicked Rong Ting without saying a word.

"Liang Feibai!" Song Qian hurriedly stepped forward to pull him: "What are you doing? Are you crazy?"

Rong Ting was punched several times by Liang Feibai, his handsome face was bruised and purple, and he looked extremely embarrassed. Liang Feibai pulled Song Qian and said through gritted teeth: "Song Qian, you just want to force me to kill you!" Is he?"

"He drank too much." Song Qian said, "That's what he looks like when he drinks too much. Do you still want to be as knowledgeable as a drunk?"

"Song Qian!" Liang Feibai suddenly became angry.

"I told you, stay away from Rong Ting, don't you just like him, but he doesn't like you, are you so interesting?"

Song Qian's face was a little ugly.

"Liang Feibai, I don't want to repeat some words, Rong Ting and I..."

"You like him." Liang Feibai gritted his teeth, "You like him, Song Qian."

Liang Fei's eyes were red with anger, he gritted his teeth and looked at Song Qian, his tone was not questioning, but determined.

Song Qian was very calm. She looked at Liang Feibai and said, "It's not important. The important thing is that what I promised you will not change. Don't you know this too well?"

梁非白瞪着宋浅，这个让他又爱又恨的女人，容庭被梁非白一顿揍，基本已经处于半昏迷状态，他躺在地上，梁非白拽着宋浅的手不Let go, Song Qian glanced at Liang Feibai's hand holding him, Song Qian shook the other hand again.

She said: "This is the trace of being caught by Rong Ting. Are you trying to abolish one of my hands?"

Listening to Song Qian's words, Liang Feibai suddenly lowered his head and bit the back of Song Qian's hand fiercely. Song Qian was in pain and exclaimed. Liang Feibai bit hard until the back of Song Qian's hand was broken. The smell spread, Liang Feibai was willing to give up.

"Liang Feibai, you are crazy!"

Liang Feibai looked at the very clear bite mark on the back of Song Qian's hand, which was bleeding, and he shouted in a deep voice, "I've gone crazy a long time ago."

Liang Feibai walked away, he seemed to really want to bite Song Qian to death just now, he bit so hard that Song Qian's whole hand was a little numb, Song Qian took a deep breath, Rong Ting was still lying on the ground, he was fine , lying there sleeping soundly, leaving all the mess to her to clean up.

Song Qian gritted her teeth and helped Rong Ting up from the ground.

Everyone said that Rong Ting was too kind to Song Qian, and Song Qian wanted to kill Rong Ting because he was the one who handed over the knife without saying a word. They all said that Rong Ting must have owed Song Qian in his previous life, and he came here to pay the debt in this life, but Song Qian always felt that it wasn't Rong Ting who owed her, but she owed Rong Ting at all.

Rong Ting didn't want to go back to Rong's house. Song Qian followed him and sent him to the hotel, opened a room for him, and helped him deal with the bruises on his face. Rong Ting slept well. After all the tossing, I felt exhausted physically and mentally, and it was already very late to go home after packing up.

Song Qian went back to Song's house lightly. At this time, Song Tianlin and Luo Qiong were already asleep. Song Qian didn't want to disturb anyone, so she didn't even turn on the lights. She walked inside in the dark, and the living room suddenly lit up. Song Qian was startled, looked up and saw Song Tianlin standing not far away with a straight face, he was the one who turned on the light just now.

"You came back so late, where did you go?" Song Tianlin said with dissatisfaction.

Song Qian took a look at Song Tianlin, hid her injured hand behind her back, and said, "When Yun Duo came back today, we lost track of time talking, sorry, Uncle."

"You are not young, and I, as an uncle, won't take care of you, but you should know what you can and can't do. I don't want this kind of thing to happen again." Song Tianlin seemed to know something He didn't say what it looked like, but his face was not very good-looking. Song Qian obediently responded, and Song Tianlin didn't say anything else.

It's just that when Song Qian passed by Song Tianlin, he heard Song Tianlin say: "By the way, it's time to settle the matter between you and Feibai."

Song Qian paused slightly, but said obediently: "Then trouble uncle to make the decision."

"Your parents died young, I am your uncle, that's what I should do." Song Tianlin said: "Go to bed early, I guess you will be a bride soon."

Song Qian hummed, and walked past Song Tianlin. Song Tianlin turned off the light with a snap. Song Qian's footsteps swayed, and she almost fell down the stairs. Fortunately, she quickly grabbed the handrail, Song Qian lowered her eyes, Move up slowly.

(End of this chapter)