"It sounds like if you chase him, he will like you."

"Hey, you don't understand this. It doesn't matter if you can't catch up, but it's okay to imagine. With such a high-quality man, it's not a bad idea to have an erotic dream."

Sang Si turned his head and looked at the speaker. They were still chattering, perhaps because they felt that no one might understand their F-slang, and they became more and more enthusiastic.

A subtle feeling arose in my heart.

Sang Si looked away calmly.

"Sorry, give it a try." Over there, Gu Qingfang had already seen Sang Si's figure. He squeezed out of the crowd and strode over.

"Baby." He held Sang Si's hand hanging on his side.

The content of the discussion just flashed through Sang Si's mind for a moment, and he pulled his hand out awkwardly.

When his hand was empty, Gu Qingfang was stunned for a moment, but it only took him a second to put the expression on his face away.

"Baby, let's go eat." He tentatively said.

It's over, the baby seems to be angry.

He dressed up specially when he went out today, but why did it have the opposite effect?

Is it because he is too handsome? ? ? Gu Qingfang thought narcissistically.

My heart was spinning a thousand times, but on the surface it was calm.

Sang Si nodded, lowered his eyes, and glanced at someone cautiously.

My heart is sweet and sour.

He said depressedly, "Peacock."

"Let's go eat." Sang Si reached out and grabbed someone's wrist.

"Oh, okay." Gu Qingfang's eyes lit up, he turned his back on guests and held Sang Si's hand.

The two of them had not taken a few steps when a person hurriedly ran up behind them.

"Sangshen, Sangshen."

"What's wrong, Yan Sheng." Sang Si turned around.

Yan Sheng held his knees and panted for a while, then straightened up, "Captain Zhao said that everyone should go have a meal together to celebrate, will you come?"

His eyes moved to Gu Qingfang, who had a strong sense of presence, "Mr. Gu, please come too."

Gu Qingfang did not answer immediately, but looked down at Sang Si and said softly: "What do you think, baby?"

Sang Si looked at Yan Sheng's expectant eyes and finally nodded, "Go."

"Great, please wait a moment and I'll urge them." Yan Sheng clapped his thigh and ran to the backstage happily.

The place to eat was reserved in advance by Zhao Weiming, not far from the Great Hall.

The group of people went to the box under the leadership of the waiter.

Mayor Jiang Zhouyue did not come with him this time. It is said that he was still dealing with the follow-up matters, but he could not leave the hero alone without a word of reward.

No, as soon as the food was served, I called to express my condolences.

During the phone call, he also thanked everyone for their efforts, and finally said that everyone would be fed and drank well, and all the expenses would be paid for by him personally.

In this case, everyone is really rude. Because of the competition these days, no one dares to drink a drop.

But today is different. With the championship in hand, it really makes no sense not to drink some wine to cheer up.

Then, everyone couldn't help but drink a few more drinks.

After three rounds of drinking, I no longer have any scruples when talking.

Yan Sheng patted the table and stood up, speaking with a bit of a tongue, "They are all pretty good at blowing. They are memory masters and champions. In the end, they were defeated by our Sang Shen."

Sang Si's drinking capacity was not very good. He didn't drink much. Of course, the most important thing was that all the people who came to toast him were blocked by Gu Qingfang.

He looked at Yan Sheng, who was standing unsteadily, and frowned, "He's drunk."

Yang Jiang's face was also red, "Don't worry, Sang Shen, I will live with him and I will take him back later."

Sang Si looked at Yang Jiang who was drinking like water, and suddenly felt that he was not far away from being drunk.

"It's okay, there is still a conscious person." Lu Qingfang raised his chin and motioned for him to look at Zhao Weiming.

Zhao Weiming had not drank much wine from his glass since he came in. He was the only sober person present.

Seeing this, Sang Si withdrew his gaze and said, "I'll go out for a while."

He just drank a little too much water and had to go to the toilet.

It was the peak time for eating, and there were a lot of people. Sang Si, wearing a hat, followed the signs to the toilet.

When he came out, a tall figure stood straight at the door.

Hearing the footsteps coming from behind, the figure turned around and said, "Brother Zimo."

Sang Si stopped wiping his hands and threw the tissue into the trash can. "Are you following me?"

Les nodded, "Brother Zimo, I'm sorry, I'm going back to Country Y in a few days. I was too anxious, so I asked someone to check your whereabouts. I came here to invite you to Country Y for a few days."

He looked at Sang Si with some anxiety.

Sang Si: "Sorry, I don't want to go."

Not to mention, he was about to get engaged to Gu Qingfang. Furthermore, it was impossible for him to have anything to do with this man when he knew he liked him.

Isn't this a typical case of giving him hope and hanging on to him?

He couldn't do this kind of thing.

"Why?" Les was puzzled and said eagerly: "They don't understand you at all. Brother Zimo, I know that you don't want to participate in this competition at all. They forced you."

"You are wrong. I don't want anyone to force me." Sang Si's tone was a little cold. He didn't know where he gave Les such an illusion, but it was obvious that Les didn't seem to accept such an answer.

He pleaded without giving up: "Brother Zimo, can you go to country Y with me? I will be very good to you."

"This is not a question of whether it is good or bad." Sang Si said seriously: "It's just that I don't want to go. Prince Les, I don't know why you like me, but I don't like you. Do you hear me clearly?"

After saying that, he crossed Les and walked out.

"Brother Zimo, don't go." Les grabbed the hem of his coat, with an indescribable sadness in his eyes, "Don't go, okay?"

Seeing this, Sang Si ruthlessly pulled back the hem of his clothes, "I'm sorry."

Les staggered against the wall.

The dim light fell on his brows, reflecting a rich sense of loss and sadness.

"Why? Why? Is Gu Qingfang that good?"

"Why would brother Zimo rather like that Gu Qingfang than him?"

……

I didn't meet many people on the way back to the box, and the sound of footsteps echoed clearly in the corridor.

"Haven't you seen enough?" Sang Si stood still a few steps away from the box and said coldly.

Gu Qingfang walked out from the corner, his tall figure full of guilt.

Sang Si raised his eyebrows slightly, "Lu Qingfang, you have grown up and learned how to peek. You can do it."

"Baby~" Gu Qingfang wrung his fingers and looked a little aggrieved, "I see you haven't been back for so long, I'm afraid something might happen to you."

Who knew it would be such a coincidence to watch such a good show.

But I have to say, seeing the little guy reject Les, he just felt relieved all over his body.

Look, the baby really loves him miserably.

Even the prince refused.

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