I’m Afraid It’s a Salted Fish

Chi Song stood on the spot and looked straight at Song Zhihuai's direction.

After a moment, he turned around and left.

Song Zhihuai grasped the idea and stepped up.

Chi Song lowered his head, his two long legs were flying fast, and walked to a small KTV, he turned around, walked to the front desk, lowered his voice and asked, "Is there a small bag?"

The little girl at the front desk was playing with her mobile phone and answered without looking up: "Yes. 30 yuan per hour."

Chi Song took out his wallet and said, "It will take two hours."

The younger waiter brother led Chi Song to the box and asked by the way: "Are you the only one?"

Chi Song tucked his mask and said dumbly: "...two.... There is another gentleman who will come in a while, surnamed Song."

Brother glanced at Chi Song, and he understood: "Okay."

After about five minutes, Song Zhihuai was taken into the box by his brother.

The music in the box was ringing, but the lights were off.

As soon as the box door closed, Song Zhihuai was pushed onto the door by a shadow, which blocked the peephole installed on the door.

Chi Song, who took off his mask, quickly pushed Song Zhihuai's glasses to the top of his head, tipped his feet and kissed him directly.

In the past, Chi Song was very good at kissing, and his little tongue stayed in his mouth forever, waiting for Song Zhihuai to patiently tease out the tender things.

This time, he seemed to be anxious. After a while, Song Zhihuai felt that his dry lips were pointed by a dishonest little tongue.

Song Zhihuai's head buzzed, a tight grip on Chi Song's wrist, and a roll over, pressing the person against the wall.

Chi Song's wrists were locked by Song Zhihuai, his head raised high and he could not move.

Chi Song had nowhere to escape, shrouded in the shadow of Song Zhihuai's height, he instinctively closed his eyes, and then gathered courage, opened his eyes and looked directly at Song Zhihuai.

"To Huai..."

Song Zhihuai kissed it directly, biting his lips violently.

Chi Song was painful and scared, and a little excited. He lengthened his voice and hummed a little: "Well--"

In the dizziness, Chi Song felt that Song Zhihuai's hand opened his trench coat and put it on the button of his shirt.

He wanted to say "no", but what he said was very different from what he imagined.

"... Zhihuai, don't pull... untie, untie."

Before Song Zhihuai's eyes were able to adapt to the darkness, he was heated by Chi Song's forbearing hum. His fingers touched the buttonhole of Chi Song's second button, trying to free the round button from the inside.

Song Zhihuai was so excited that he shook his fingers when he brushed Chi Song's beautiful clavicle.

However, since Chi Song came in, there was no song, so the KTV small box has been playing standby music.

While the two were breathing against the wall, there was a sudden voice on the TV: "...reject Huang, refuse to gamble, refuse yellow. Gambling. Poison."

Chi Song: "..."

Song Zhihuai: "..."

The two laughed out loudly, and they couldn't get upset.

Song Zhihuai let go of Chi Song, his fingertip slowly slipped over Chi Song's cheek, and moved to his chin, then he tickled: "... I will do you again at night."

Thinking of his anxious reaction just now, Chi Song was too embarrassed and lowered his head to say nothing.

Song Zhihuai thought of something, reached out and touched Chi Song below.

Chi Song avoided unavoidably, and was touched by a straight, had to stand upright, clamped his legs, like a high school student caught by the director of the premature love.

Touching the wetness of the hand, Song Zhihuai was angry and funny: "You are too sensitive."

Chi Song bowed his head and silently circled with his toes, complaining: "It's not been too long since I saw you."

......Song Zhihuai's heart will be changed.

Chi Song, like a puppy, was comforted by Mr. Song's legs for a long time before slowing down.

He asked, "Why are you here?"

Song Zhihuai randomly chose a love movie on the song-making machine, let it go, and put his hands on the waist of Chi Song: "No way, who asked my wife to miss me?"

Chi Song struggled weakly: "...Don't touch it."

Song Zhihuai smiled, reached out and pressed Chi Song's head, and rubbed his forehead to his forehead: "I lied to you, I miss you."

After a while, he was surprised again: "Wife, you are really sensitive."

Chi Song said aggrievedly: "...all said to keep you from touching it."

Song Zhihuai smiled.

Okay, my pot my pot.

After Bang Chi Song simply cleaned up, the two walked out of KTV.

It was almost dark.

The two were unfamiliar and walked one after the other.

Walking to a roadside stall selling teppanyaki, Chi Song was a little hungry, so he stopped and said to the boss, "I want a potato cake."

As soon as he stopped, Song Zhihuai followed.

Song Zhihuai stood beside Teppanyaki and asked the boss: "Is this delicious?"

The boss replied: "It's delicious, but it's not good."

Song Zhihuai asked: "What is this?"

The boss pointed to Chi Song: "Potato. This gentleman wants it."

Song Zhihuai nodded and said, "Then I want a copy like him."

After talking, he turned his face and smiled at Chi Song.

Under the warm orange lighting of the roadside booth, Chi Song's ears were glowing with an unnatural red color, making Song Zhihuai couldn't help but want to pinch.

...Must be very soft and hot, and feel super good.

Chi Song took his own potato pancakes and left first, but the pace was slow. He was sure that Song Zhihuai also took the potato pancakes and followed him. Then he took a step forward and walked forward.

Since the last time he was surrounded by passers-by on the roadside and asked to sign, Chi Song has learned to be good. Finally, he has the consciousness of being a star and knows to cover up when he travels.

However, the worst thing is that he can no longer hold hands with Song Zhihuai.

It makes me sad to think about it.

While waiting for the red light, Chi Song stopped and found that the man was holding a cup of hot drink in his hand and walked to his side. Looking in front of him, he naturally put the hot drink into Chi Song's palm.

Song Zhihuai whispered: "Eat it salty, drink some milk and press it."

The red light was on, still Chi Song went first, and Song Zhihuai was behind the palace.

Holding milk, Chi Song felt that he was blooming one by one.

At any time, as long as he turned around, Song Zhihuai would follow him, not far away or near, twenty meters away, and he would never leave.

Chi Song felt that the two of them were a bit cheating, and the irritating feeling made him feverish.

In order to calm down, Chi Song took a sip of the milk from Song Zhihuai, but he seemed to have a sip of wine.

Under the neon lights, there are shadows of Song Zhihuai everywhere.

It was more than nine o'clock on the road, and there were fewer pedestrians on the road. The square was full of middle-aged women who took their children out to play.

Chi Song was walking a little tired, wondering whether to go back, and the phone in his pocket buzzed and vibrated.

He pulled out his phone and displayed a WeChat message from Song Zhihuai.

Chi Song didn't dare to turn around, and quickly opened the news.

"Handsome guy, I opened a room at the XX hotel, do you want to make an appointment?"

Chi Song pinched his phone and smirked twice before looking back.

Song Zhihuai stood under the street lamp not far away, biting a house card in his mouth, and raised a brow to Chongchi Song vaguely.

Chi Song felt his heart. No, Mr. Song is so charming.

So he took a taxi and said to the driver: "Go to XX Hotel."

Chi Song was originally a young man. He had a good taste and was full of energy. In addition, he and Song Zhihuai had indeed disappeared for a long time. He sobbed and asked for several times, causing Song Zhihuai to be particularly distressed and touching his sweaty hair. : "Otherwise I will stay here for a few more days."

Chi Song said obediently: "No, you still have work."

Song Zhihuai squeezed his nose: "...To tell the truth. Do you want her husband to stay with you?"

Chi Song held his blush and replied honestly, "Think."

As soon as Song Zhihuai rolled, he pushed Chi Song to the top, leaned on his waist, and smiled: "Since the daughter-in-law asks, then I will make it difficult for me to stay a few days longer."

Chi Song was so happy that he wanted to take off in situ. He was over excited and sat a little hard.

By the time he discovered something was wrong, his body couldn't keep his balance.

He panicked his arms on the bed and shouted to Song Zhihuai: "legs, legs are soft, can't kneel..."

Song Zhihuai took the frightened Chi Song straight into his arms and bit his ear tenderly, saying, "Good boy, your husband hurts you."

Chi Song blurted out: "Lily, we are so bad."

Song Zhihuai: "............"

The scene was extremely embarrassing for a while.

Chi Song fell into a choke and hurriedly explained: "I'm talking about lines, some lines in "Starlight"... Cai Qingqing has a line saying "Her husband hurts you", and I took it out of my mouth..."

In "Bright Star", the screenwriters of the second season and the first season are different. The screenwriters of the first season obviously prefer the hostess of White Lotus, while the screenwriters of the second season prefer to be injured by men and then transform into a long, hot fire. The reborn female elder sister.

The CPs of Chi Song and Cai Qingqing are typical female strong men and weak female superiors.

The female man Cai Qingqing was also able to find herself in this play. Various on-the-spot performances, fancy teasing Chi Song, and Xue Yunyang, played by Chi Song, were a little inferior and quite loyal to the cuteness of the dog after having the goddess's favor.

Chi Song couldn't think of it. His lines were too skilled. When Song Zhihuai said this, he even met his words.

...When she creates a harmonious society with herself, she actually shouts the names of others.

Song Zhihuai was greatly hurt, refused to accept the explanation, and ate Chi Song again.

Chi Song didn't resist because of his guilt, so that when he got out of bed, his legs were too soft to stand. Without Song Zhihuai's hug, he couldn't even walk to the bathroom.

After the impulse, Song Zhihuai also regretted, pinching Chi Song's soft face, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Chi Song shook his hand and wanted to support his waist, but he grinned in pain before he even touched it.

But in order to avoid Song Zhihuai's worry, Chi Song snuggled in his arms and said weakly: "Tomorrow is just about to film my sick scene... Weakness is good, naturally."

Song Zhihuai: "..."

Song Zhihuai announced that he had no way to take this idiot.

After washing Chi Song in vain, Chi Song shrank in the quilt, exhausted and collapsed, and did not forget to struggle to set an alarm.

He hummed dimly: "...I want to get up at five o'clock..."

Song Zhihuai laughed and took his mobile phone: "I will give you a reservation."

After setting, Chi Song again said confusingly: "I haven't given the handsome dinner yet...I have to go back and feed..."

Song Zhihuai determined that his little daughter-in-law was too tired to move, and gently kissed his hair top, saying, "Don't make trouble. You have a good rest. I'll send a WeChat message to the crew of the same crew and ask someone to feed, no It's over."

Chi Song narrowed his eyes and thought for a long time before he buried his face in the quilt and said sleepily: "Then say to Zhirong...he fed, knowing where the cat food is..."

After Song Zhihuai "huh", Chi Song just said a terrible name.

"...Chi Song, who are you talking about?"