The wild and lustful social animal will act coquettishly, and the ferocious boss will have his soul

The night was really dark and the stars in the city were not obvious.

But Cheng Ze likes to sit on the balcony.

Whenever I sit here, I can always vaguely hear the slightest movement from next door.

"boom!"

He whispered: "Drinking water."

This is the sound that Song Xiaolou always throws at the water dispenser after using it.

I don’t like to close the cabinet door properly.

A new water dispenser will be installed in a few months, and the cabinet door of the water dispenser will be criticized for its poor quality.

"Bah! Bah!" Song Xiaolou scolded, "Damn, I'm so annoyed!"

Cheng Ze looked at the night and whispered to himself in a soft voice.

"It can't be pulled. I can't find the curtain remote control. It's under the pillow."

"..."

"Boom...boom...boom..."

This is the movement of the plastic tumbler dirty clothes basket, which shakes and hits the floor when clothes are thrown into it.

"It's time to take a shower."

Cheng Ze stood up and walked to the bathroom in step with the people next door.

"Wow."

The sound of the rain shower was very faint.

Even if he didn't see it with his own eyes, Cheng Ze knew what the people next door were doing.

The shower stops for a moment and the bottle of shower gel is opened.

Song Xiaolou will first apply shower gel, and then brush his teeth with foam.

He said this would allow the scent of the shower gel to linger for a while, otherwise it would be a waste of the perfumer's hard work.

Recently I’ve been using the bergamot and pomelo flavor, a new seasonal product from Haima Family.

Because Cheng Ze smelled it when he was hugged in the elevator just now.

The warm and sweet pomelo flavor lasts for a long time and is very refreshing.

Just like before, he used the time that others would spend after get off work watching TV shows and videos on this secret eavesdropping behavior.

It's shameless in my heart, but it's like an addiction.

After the sound of the shower stopped, it wasn't long before there was a sound of the door closing.

"finished Wash?"

Cheng Ze is like a lonely wooden man.

His face was pale and bloodless, and wearing glasses for many years made his pupils slightly stiff, narrow and strangely bright.

He whispered into the empty bathroom.

"But you didn't dry your hair, so you're not good."

"..."

The people next door had no idea they were being monitored.

After Song Xiaolou finished washing, it was his turn to take off his clothes and take a shower.

Because he couldn't hear me when he went to the bedroom, and the bedrooms were not next to each other.

After returning to the bedroom after taking a shower, Cheng Ze skillfully took out his mobile phone and started to 'find someone'.

There are seven or eight games on his phone. He hardly plays them, but he can check whether the account is online.

If it is online.

He can handle trivial tasks while keeping his phone nearby to watch the battle.

In the game, Song Xiaolou will control the little people to fight and kill.

The colorful special effects skills are thrown around, and the silky movement has been busy for a long time. The record is 0/9.

He is both good at food and fun-loving.

Usually someone scolds him or defends him.

When he was scolded, he simply stood in the crystal pool without going out, most likely he was scolding him in return.

Some people rush to protect him because of those expensive limited edition skins.

Protect one game, two games, and three games.

Song Xiaolou manipulated the little man to stick behind the "big boss" and gave up his military line to others.

Whenever this happens.

Cheng Ze will silently remember the player opposite and then report the account.

You may not be able to report successfully, you just want to report.

But tonight...

He logged into all the games over and over again, but did not see Song Xiaolou's profile picture light up.

If he's not playing games, what is Song Xiaolou doing?

*

next door.

Song Xiaolou, who had just finished taking a shower, wiped his hair and shook it, ignoring the water droplets dripping on the floor.

He limped into the bedroom and took out a new mobile phone from the drawer.

After installing the mobile phone card, he found that many people sent him WeChat messages.

After seeing Cheng Ze's WeChat Moments, they all sent messages asking him if Cheng Ze was really in love with Ah Qi.

After all, everyone knows that he has a good relationship with Cheng Ze.

[Team D Team [-] Zhao Doudou: Brother Xiaolou, did you see that Captain Cheng is in love with someone from Beicheng? 】

[Li Gang, Team C, Fourth Team: Mr. Feng is so generous. He had six teams fire a salute in Oumi to celebrate the ‘marriage’ of the two families...]

[Wang Jiayang, second team of Group B: Holy shit, holy shit! Isn't this the person who wanted to send me to the police station when I had a fight with someone from Beicheng last time? Why did you fall in love with Captain Cheng? 】

[Wang Jiayang of the second team of Group B: Team Cheng won’t have any objections to me in the future. Brother Song, help me! 】

"Ha, I can't save you."

He didn't even do anything and was already being bullied by the two idiots.

One sent a WeChat message to scold him, the other blocked the door...

Song Xiaolou's eyes were heavy and his smile was a little stiff as he typed.

[You go and treat your boyfriend to a meal, and they'll talk about pillow talk. 】

[Wang Jiayang of Group B Second Team: Yes, I’ll make an appointment tomorrow! Hey, why don't you call Team Shangcheng and the two of them to come together? There's no way to invite a single person to a meal. I'll organize a dinner party. 】

[Wang Jiayang, second team of Group B: Oops, I just remembered, no, we can’t fall behind when they fire a salute over there, we have to let it go too! 】

"..."

Just at this time.

WeChat dinged again, and Ah Qi’s profile picture appeared at the top of the screen.

[Ah Qi: Were you and him together just now? I was in a bad mood at that time, so I may have said something impolite, so I apologize to you. 】

【Get out! 】Song Xiaolou replied to him.

[Ah Qi: Actually, Mr. Song, you have good conditions in all aspects. I wish you can find a lover of yours as soon as possible. 】

Ah.

Doesn't this mean that Cheng Ze already has a master?

Let him find someone who can be his alone.

Song Xiaolou gritted his teeth and poked the screen with his fingertips.

[You don’t need to take care of my affairs, take care of your people! 】

[Ah Qi: It’s really hard to protect a relationship. I heard that Mr. Song chose to forgive back then? I probably don’t have the same kind of mind as Mr. Song. 】

"..."

"..."

what.

Song Xiaolou stared at the words 'President Song forgiven me back then', and there was a buzz in his head!

When he reacted, his pupils suddenly dilated!

It was as if his heart was suddenly grasped by a cold hand, and the fingertips holding the phone trembled violently.

His face turned red and white.

The feeling of humiliation and embarrassment that had not existed for a long time suddenly reappeared!

It was like a vicious and noisy wave rolled over him, drowning him and suffocating him.

Yes.

His mother had cheated on her, and his father chose to forgive her.

There is only so much space in the city of Beijing. This was a big joke back then!

Ever since he was little, people have pointed at him and called him "little turtle" because his father is a big green turtle.

Song Xiaolou will always remember the man who bought him candied haws at the entrance of the kindergarten.

The man looked at him and smiled, saying in a false and loving tone that he was his second father.

He stood there in a daze, his face as red as now.

Very humiliating.

Very humiliating.

He was too young at that time and didn't even know how to write the word "humiliation", but he had already experienced it firsthand.

But I didn't expect——

It's been so many years.

Someone will dig out this news and slap it in his face!

[Ah Qi: I don’t want to experience Mr. Song’s pain. Just treat Mr. Song as a noble person and don’t taint my people. 】

"..."