Senior help me chase him back

The beds in the guest room were all close to one side of the wall. After Song Xiuyang finished speaking, he asked Cheng Qiao to stay, and went next door to drink water by himself.

Cheng Qiao hugged the pillow and consciously lay on the side near the wall.

The 1.5-meter single bed is really too crowded for two people, but Cheng Qiao can't care about this, Song Xiuyang is willing to take him in the best.

When Song Xiuyang returned to the room after drinking the water, Cheng Qiao was hugging the pillow and staring at the wall with big eyes. When he realized that someone had come back, he quickly raised his head and smiled.

"Senior, don't worry, I sleep very honestly and won't disturb you."

Song Xiuyang's eyes fell on the other side of the bed, and he only let out a "hmm".

Seeing that Song Xiuyang didn't want to say more, Cheng Qiao thought he was sleepy, so she lay on her side obediently and closed her eyes.

Soon he felt the bed behind him collapse, and he subconsciously leaned against the wall again.

"Do you want to turn off the light?" Song Xiuyang's unnatural voice came from behind.

Cheng Qiao turned her back to Song Xiuyang, buried her face under the pillow, and whispered, "Yes."

Song Xiuyang looked at Cheng Qiao's stiff back, thought for a while, but still didn't turn off the light, he lay down next to Cheng Qiao, his beating heart was roaring wantonly in his chest, it seemed that he was destined to have no sleep tonight.

At first, Cheng Qiao was still a little restrained, hugging the pillow tightly, and paying attention to the movement of the people behind him from time to time.

Maybe he was really sleepy, but he gradually began to relax, knowing that Song Xiuyang would be by his side, his heart had never been so at ease, gradually, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he fell asleep.

The room was extremely quiet, and the sound of even breathing gradually came from the ear, and Song Xiuyang slowly opened his eyes.

He looked sideways at the person whose back was facing him, and smiled dotingly, you torturous elf.

Breathing out lightly, trying to lower his voice, he said "good night."

The light outside the window shone through the window with a hint of coolness. Cheng Qiao woke up from the dream, and there was no dream that night.

He opened his eyes in a daze, stretched his waist, and before he had time to enjoy the happiness of waking up naturally, he was startled by the sight that caught his eyes.

This... is not his room.

guest room?

Cheng Qiao patted her head violently, only then did she remember what happened last night.

But where is Song Xiuyang?

He got up and took a shower next door, changed his clothes, and hurried downstairs. When he saw Cheng's mother sitting in the living room drinking morning tea, he hurriedly sat over and asked.

"Mom, where is my senior?" While speaking, he kept poking his head out to look around.

Mama Cheng put down the cup in her hand with an expression I knew, and said with a smile, "Go out for morning exercise with your dad!"

"Morning exercises? With my dad?" Can his legs be used for morning exercises?

"Yeah." Cheng's mother raised her eyebrows and glanced at her son, remembering what Song Xiuyang said in the morning, she couldn't help leaning on her son with a mysterious expression on her face, "Son, Mom asked you something, you must answer truthfully."

Whenever his mother showed such an expression, Cheng Qiao's scalp would tingle, and he instinctively moved to the side to distance the two of them.

"Mom, just say what you have to say, you are so scary."

He still remembered that the last time his mother showed this expression, it was one night two months ago, his parents locked him outside for a date, and there was no one in Lu Minghui's house, so he sat outside the house for a whole night.

He was also stupid at the time, why didn't he know to go somewhere else?

Cheng's mother was a little embarrassed, and her voice was very low, "Did you sleep with Xiaoyang last night?"

Cheng Qiao blinked, and nodded without knowing why, "Yes."

The whole fucking mystery is asking this?

"Then tonight, you..." Mama Cheng tried to speak, but after thinking about it, she gave up, "Take it easy."

Cheng Qiao looked at her mother's words, "Mom, what do you mean?"

"That's what you understand."

Cheng Qiao blinked: "What do I understand?"

The more embarrassed Cheng's mother was, the more his son was against her, so she simply let the matter go, "Let me ask you, do you like Xiaoyang?"

Without thinking, Cheng Qiao said, "I like it!"

Cheng's mother patted her chest. Fortunately, she didn't drink water, and her son was caught off guard by the dog food, "Well, I can see it."

"So, why are you asking this?" His mother has been acting weird since yesterday, and asked him if he likes Song Xiuyang, which is not understandable...

and many more……

Cheng Qiao realized something, turned around, and looked at the mother who was hesitant to speak in surprise, "Mom, you can't be..."

Cheng Qiao quickly stood up, "Mom, you must have misunderstood. The senior and I, the two of us, we are ordinary friends. The liking I mentioned just now is the liking of ordinary friends!"

He hurriedly explained in front of Cheng's mother that his previous calmness and restraint had long been thrown aside by him. His mother suspected that it was okay if he liked boys!

"Mom, you really misunderstood me. I'm a straight man, and so is the senior. The reason why I'm with the senior is because that kid Lu Minghui showed me ghost movies. I'm not cowardly, so I let the senior accompany me..."

He was still embarrassed about what happened to Song Xiuyang last night, if his mother did this again, he would die of embarrassment.

He is now like a child who has made a mistake and hastily dismissed the facts, constantly explaining.

But in Cheng's mother's heart, her son was trying to cover up, Cheng's mother acted like someone who had come here, and said perfunctorily: "All right, I know, I misunderstood it, all right."

After speaking, she winked at her son, leaving Cheng Qiao even more speechless.

Mom, it seems that I haven't understood yet!

Just as Cheng Qiao wanted to explain in detail, he was interrupted by Song Xiuyang and Dad Cheng who had returned from morning exercise outside.

Seeing the mother and son seeing the delicate atmosphere between the mother and son, Cheng's father hurriedly approached Cheng's mother to ask about the situation, and the two chatted aside.

Song Xiuyang walked to Cheng Qiao's side naturally, and showed Cheng Qiao the breakfast he bought, "I bought breakfast, wash your hands and eat."

Cheng Qiao glanced at her parents who were whispering, and shook her head helplessly, "Mom and Dad, eat."

"We've eaten, you two should eat first, by the way, Xiao Qiao, Mom may have misunderstood, don't worry, your dad and I will go out for a while, and we have to prepare something today on the fifteenth day, you two It's fun."

Cheng's mother dragged Cheng's father to go upstairs, and asked Song Xiuyang before leaving, "Will Xiaoyang be with us tonight?"

"No, Auntie, I'm going home in a while."

"Oh, okay, then you guys have dinner first, and Xiao Qiao will send Xiao Yang off for us later."

After speaking, the two of them winked and went upstairs.

When Cheng Qiao thought about what his mother told him before, he felt awkward.

Speaking of this matter, the culprit is Lu Minghui, and when he comes back, he must make him look good.

"Let's go, senior, let's go eat."

"Yeah." Song Xiuyang smiled faintly.

Song Xiuyang bought breakfast from a time-honored shop near Beijing University of Technology, Cheng Qiao glanced at the logo on the packaging bag, and recognized that shop at a glance.

Cheng Qiao brought chopsticks and bowls from the kitchen, Song Xiuyang pulled out the chair, and the two sat at the dining table in tacit understanding and ate breakfast.

The buns were still the same buns, and the spicy soup was still the same spicy soup, but Cheng Qiao didn't have a good appetite because of something on his mind.

"Don't like it?" Song Xiuyang finished the spicy soup in front of him and wiped his mouth. He noticed that Cheng Qiao didn't eat too much, "Uncle said you like that family's food."

"Well, I've been eating breakfast from this family for more than ten years." Cheng Qiao casually swallowed the steamed stuffed bun in her mouth, and didn't pick it up again.

"Senior, I'm sorry last night." Cheng Qiao didn't feel anything wrong at first, but after what his mother said, he always felt that he still needs to explain clearly to the senior.

Song Xiuyang smiled "puchi", "I've been messing around for a long time, are you because of what happened last night?"

Cheng Qiao touched the earrings embarrassingly, "Did the senior see it?"

Song Xiuyang smiled and said, "It's all written on his face." He collected himself, looked at the half-eaten buns, and asked, "Do you want to eat?"

Cheng Qiao thought that Song Xiuyang would ask him something, but he didn't expect him to say nothing about last night.

"Well, not too hungry."

"Then help me clean up together?"

Cheng Qiao was a little embarrassed, "Senior, this is my home."

Song Xiuyang smiled embarrassedly.

The two of them washed the dishes and wiped the table in the kitchen. When they walked out of the kitchen, Song Xiuyang saw that it was almost time and asked Cheng Qiao to send him out of the school gate.

Although Cheng Qiao was reluctant, she still readily agreed.

The two walked forward, Song Xiuyang never mentioned what happened last night, and Cheng Qiao just kept his head down and watched his feet. The two of them walked out of the north gate of Beijing University of Technology in silence as if they had agreed.

Standing outside the north gate, Cheng Qiao thoughtfully called a taxi for Song Xiuyang, and said goodbye before driving.

Sending Song Xiuyang away, Cheng Qiao was doing nothing alone, and then he remembered his friends in the game. After returning home, he boarded the game, and the "bad guy" was not online.

He thought for a while and sent a WeChat message to the bad guy, only to realize that the "bad guy" just came home from a friend, and he was busy in the afternoon and didn't have time to play games.

Cheng Qiao put away the phone in disappointment.

Song Xiuyang returns home, bad people are busy, Lu Minghui is dating, parents are about to go out, Cheng Qiao suddenly feels abandoned, shouldn't a good Mid-Autumn Festival be a reunion?

After finally getting through the day, the family of three had a beautiful reunion dinner in the evening.

Lu Minghui, the culprit who disappeared for a day, finally sneaked into the kitchen after Cheng Qiao finished washing the dishes.

Facing Lu Minghui's flattering face, Cheng Qiao couldn't find a better way to reply than to roll his eyes.

He quickly packed the dishes, said good night to his parents, and went back to his room on his own.

Of course, it is impossible for Lu Minghui, who came to plead guilty, to be defeated so easily.

He straightened the collar around his neck, and followed behind Cheng Qiao sternly, looking as if he would not impress Cheng Qiao.

Cheng Qiao went upstairs and he went upstairs. Cheng Qiao drank water and he handed him a glass.When Cheng Qiao entered the room, he closed the door, Cheng Qiao glared at him, and he greeted him with a smile.

In short, he had to ask Cheng Qiao to forgive him today.

But an hour passed, and Cheng Qiao didn't say a word to him in a daze.

Lu Minghui, who was standing by the desk, finally lost his composure. He picked up the comic book that Cheng Qiao was reading, put it on the table with a "slap", and pressed his hand on the comic book.

"Brother, tell me, how can you forgive me?"

Cheng Qiao snorted coldly, glanced at the book that Lu Minghui was holding down, and frowned.

He wanted to take back the comic book from Lu Minghui, but who would have thought that kid Lu Minghui used brute force, deliberately arguing with him and increasing his strength.

The two of you pulled me, and with a "hiss", the comic book was torn in half instantly.

Seeing that his friend's beloved comic book was suddenly torn in half, Lu Minghui suddenly felt cold on the soles of his feet, as if facing a catastrophe.

He shrank his head, closed his hands with a smile, and laid the half of the little book in his hand on the desk.

In an instant, a roar came from Cheng Qiao's bedroom: "Lu Minghui, get lost as far as you go!!!"

"bump!"

In less than half a minute, Lu Minghui was reluctantly pulled and pushed by Cheng Qiao and kicked out the door.

Lu Minghui, who was standing outside the door, was in distress. Now he has committed a serious crime. What should we do?

Suddenly a message of blessing popped up on the phone, Lu Minghui clicked to view it with a bitter face, and when he saw the group name of the dormitory, a confident smile suddenly appeared on his face, as if he knew what to do.

After Cheng Qiao returned to the room, he glued the torn comic book in two, and watched his beloved villain scholar being torn off by that bastard, he no longer had the calmness of the past.

Lu Minghui, just wait and see!

The sun was setting, and the moon was slowly rising into the sky. Tonight was supposed to be a full moon night, but for Cheng Qiao, it was indeed a torment.

Not to mention that the comic book was torn up, he still had to face this dark night alone.

Fortunately, Song Xiuyang was with you last night, but what about tonight?He originally thought that to show Lu Minghui some color, because of Lu Minghui's character of changing when he knew his mistakes, he would definitely write good stories and let him do whatever he wanted, but now, it is impossible to ask him to spend the night with him.

He doesn't even want to see that brat Lu Minghui now.

Cheng Qiao carefully placed the mended comic book on the table, and soon Lu Minghui's slightly apologetic voice came from the door.

"Old Qiao, can you open the door first, let's talk if we have something to say!"

Who will tell you well!

Cheng Qiao wished she could go up to the door and scold Lu Minghui from top to bottom, and then ruthlessly drive him out of Cheng's house.

But when he thought of his poor sleep, he was a little hesitant standing at the door.

Cheng Qiao looked at the doorknob with a solemn expression.

"Old Qiao, I really didn't do it on purpose, I..." Before Lu Minghui could finish his explanation, he was startled by Cheng Qiao who opened the door and stood at the door.

Lu Minghui was delighted: "Old Qiao, did you forgive me? I really didn't mean it, and I didn't know that you would be so bored as to rob me. You said that if you told me, I would definitely not rob you." ..."

The more he explained, the more ugly Cheng Qiao's face became. In the end, Cheng Qiao closed the door ruthlessly.

"Hey, I said... I haven't finished my words yet!"

Faced with Lu Minghui's aggressiveness, Cheng Qiao suddenly missed the time with Song Xiuyang.

Recalling that last night they would each sit in a corner of the sofa and read a book, discussing each other's favorite things, although he was suspected of looking for topics, but the atmosphere was very harmonious and comfortable.

That kind of feeling is like the kind of childhood sweetheart or couple who have been married for many years in the novel, a look and a smile are enough to express everything.

"Couples who have been married for many years?" Cheng Qiao was suddenly confused by his own thoughts, what was he thinking.

Half an hour later, Cheng Qiao thought that Lu Minghui would give up and planned to go to the living room to get some snacks, but he didn't expect that when he opened the door, he saw Lu Minghui sitting by his square door with his back to him.

Noticing that Cheng Qiao was looking at him, Lu Minghui quickly got up and put his hand on the door, lest Cheng Qiao close the door again, "Old Qiao, old Qiao, please, let me say something."

Seeing his friend's pitiful appearance, Cheng Qiao was slightly moved, "Tell me."

"I called Dad Yang, you are not allowed to hit me!"