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Song Ji was actually looking forward to seeing Xu Ting after a long time.

He looked at Zhao or they called Xu Ting, Ting Ting naturally, and asked him to iron the bowl naturally.

I feel a little uncomfortable, obviously I had the best relationship with Xu Tan in the past, and it was also the one I called Xu Tan first.

Why is it that now everyone is closer to him than me.

He nonchalantly pushed the bowl to Xu Ting's side, as if it was very natural and casual, trying to create the kind of tacit understanding that has never been separated from them, and has never been separated for ten years.

When he heard Chen Jiafeng, he started to call Xu Ting, Ting Ting.

Even he was so close.

Song Ji cleared his throat, ready to get closer when Xu Ting handed him the bowl.

He waited for a while, and it was his turn when Xu Ting finished posting the others.

Thanks. . .Xu Ting.

For a while, he still couldn't call out the name he used in high school naturally.

Later, at the wine table, he was the first to notice that something was wrong with Xu Ting, and after drinking half of the glass, his movements gradually slowed down.

I found it funny in my heart, thinking that Xu Ting has been able to do a lot over the years, and it turns out that he hasn't changed much.

After a while, I didn't pay attention to look again, only to find that Xu Ting's whole body was red, his eyes were watery, and his lips were gorgeous and obvious.

Song Ji looked at it carefully for a while, and felt that he couldn't let Xu Ting drink any more.

Out of the habit of always protecting him, Song Ji subconsciously wanted to help him drink.

But after thinking about it, the relationship between the two of them is a bit awkward now. If it is far away, it must not be far away. As long as he thinks about those things in high school, he still feels close.

But when it comes to getting close, they still haven't seen each other for nearly ten years, and Xu Ting is no longer the soft boy he used to be.

Now there is no way to share the wine in his glass.

Besides. . .

Song Ji recalled that during the last semester of his senior year in high school and the two years after he went abroad, he always put his hot face on Xu Ting's cold ass.

Otherwise, there would be no contact for eight years, no seeing each other for ten years, and the relationship would be so estranged.

For a moment, my heart became cold again, and I no longer had the intention to show my kindness again.

He thought for a while, but still didn't move, but kept tapping his fingers on the table slowly.

At this time, if the assistant who had been with him for several years saw it, he would immediately know that Song Ji was struggling.

However, before he could think it over, Xu Ting was about to serve wine to drink.

Song Ji still couldn't resist reaching out and pretending to knock down the wine glass casually.