Straight Men Taming

Chapter 8 I want you to be happy

Song Zhe had a PS game console in his hand. When Wu Xiaoxin went to Japan to buy it, it happened to be on sale. If you bought two, you would get [-]% off, so I gave him one.

After eating and drinking enough, he likes to squat on the sofa and play two rounds of zombie games. This new game console feels very good in the hand, and the picture quality is also very realistic.

On the day they met for the first time, 17-year-old Wang Cheng beamed and told his classmates about the novel life in the provincial capital.

The newly opened flagship store in the provincial capital has just entered a limited-edition sneaker, the leather and mesh are top-notch, and the insole has the most advanced vacuum air cushion; the south of the city sells PS game consoles imported from abroad, which can be installed with the latest 3D from the United States. Zombie game, the picture is excellent, and the operation is close to you.

Back then, Song Zhe didn't dare to interrupt, so he could only sit quietly and eavesdrop.

Wang Cheng's handsome face was embellished with golden rims by the sun, and the lively young man was stamped with time.

The memory of childhood is too deep, so Song Zhe cherishes this PS machine very much.

After Wang Cheng cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, he came out with a fruit platter and saw Song Zhe was lying on the sofa, clacking and pressing in his hands.

Shaking his head, he went over to help him up, and said in his mouth: "You always like to lie down and play, which is not good for the cervical spine."

"Yeah," Song Zhe didn't listen carefully to Wang Cheng's words when he was playing at a tense moment, so he just said something perfunctory.

In the game, Song Zhe was holding an AK47 and was about to beat the boss to death. Unexpectedly, a zombie ran out from behind and grabbed Song Zhe fiercely.

Finally, the blood was gone, Song Zhe looked up depressed, saw Wang Cheng was also looking at the game console in his hand, so he reached out and handed it to him.

"Do you want to play?" Song Zhe asked.

"Well, good." Wang Cheng took the PS, starting from the level that Song Zhe failed just now, he cleared the level in two or three clicks.

He returned it to Song Zhe with a smile, and patted Song Zhe's head by the way.

Song Zhe muttered: "How do you play so well."

Wang Cheng smiled casually, put a piece of pineapple into Song Zhe's mouth, "I've been playing since I was a child, but I haven't had time in the past few years, so I gave birth by hand."

Song Zhe bit down the pineapple in dissatisfaction, muttering that he was indeed a child of a rich family.

"Why did you start playing with this?" Wang Cheng wiped the corner of Song Zhe's mouth in a very natural way.

Song Zhe was also used to being taken care of by him, and when his brain got hot, he said, "Didn't you say this was fun at that time, so I played it."

After finishing speaking, he wanted to slap himself twice again, why is his brain always slower than his mouth recently.

Wang Cheng looked at him in surprise: "When we first met, were you eavesdropping?"

Song Zhe was so embarrassed that he quickly lowered his head and started a new level, he was so nervous that he stuttered: "Forget...forget..."

Wang Cheng couldn't hide his joy in his heart, the corners of his mouth raised, and he fed Song Zhe with an apple, and said excitedly: "After a while, my company will start up, I'll buy a game console connected to the TV, The one with the handle is better than this one.”

Song Zhe nodded, concentrating on dealing with the zombies, but he didn't take it to heart, and replied, "Oh."

Time flies, it has been half a year since Wang Cheng moved in.

The two still lived together tepidly, but Song Zhe didn't drive Wang Cheng away anymore. After all, such a diligent and capable cohabitant is hard to find even with a lantern.

It's just that the Wangcheng company's project started recently, and they always go out early in the morning and don't come back until late at night.

Song Zhe understood that it was difficult for him to start a business, but he just ate takeaway food for several days, thinking of Wang Cheng's good craftsmanship, he always felt a little empty in his heart.

On this day, Song Zhe managed to take two days off in a row, and was still snoring until 10:[-] in the morning, as if he would not sleep until he was full.

Wang Cheng went out before eight o'clock. Seeing that Song Zhe was sleeping soundly before leaving, he picked up his briefcase and left without waking him up.

When Song Zhe woke up, it was already 12 noon. He rubbed his eyes, yawned and got out of bed to look around. Seeing that there was no ghost in the house, he scratched his hair and took out yogurt and bread from the refrigerator for lunch.

As soon as I put the yogurt into my mouth, the door swung open.

Wang Cheng walked in, still holding something in his hand, and said to Song Zhe with surprise on his face:

"Guess what I bought?"

Song Zhe blinked his eyes, obviously he hadn't reacted yet, he couldn't speak with his mouth open.

"I bought that game console!" Wang Cheng took two steps closer and couldn't wait to show Song Zhe the things in his arms.

Sure enough, it was the kind of game console that can be connected to the TV, and now Song Zhe got excited, and quickly took it over and looked left and right, as if thinking of something, he held the game console and said awkwardly: "But I don't know how to pretend. "

"Idiot," Wang Cheng scraped Song Zhe's nose affectionately, his eyes were full of doting: "With me, what are you afraid of?"

Song Zhe was blushed again by this ambiguous behavior, coughed unnaturally, sat on the sofa and continued to eat bread.

Wang Cheng squatted in front of the TV, took out the game console and fiddled with it for a long time, finally it was done and installed properly.

He smiled proudly at Song Zhe, plugged in the new zombie 3D game, went to sit on the sofa, handed the game handle to Song Zhe, and said excitedly, "Come on, let's try."

Song Zhe was also a little excited, rubbing his palms to take over the handle, watching Wang Cheng click on the game, the two immediately entered the game state, and took the gun to shoot at the monsters rushing indiscriminately.

This game console is really good, with Song Zhe's large LCD TV, it is immersive to play.

What's more, there is Wang Cheng who is assisting by his side, constantly reminding Song Zhe to pay attention to his surroundings, changing bullets and other details.

When he came back from the game world, three or four hours had passed, and they had broken through 16 levels in a row!

Song Zhe stood up abruptly, stepped on the sofa, cheered loudly with a smile on his face, and boldly pulled Wang Cheng's arm: "Wang Cheng, you are simply amazing! Playing games with you feels like a master!"

Wang Cheng still smiled gently, pulled the kid down and sat down, put his arms around his shoulders and asked, "Do you like it?"

"I like it! I can't like it any more!" Song Zhe nodded quickly, but his stomach growled untimely, and he remembered that he hadn't even finished eating bread since he woke up.

"Hungry?" Wang Cheng asked.

"Um, I'm a little hungry." Song Zhe said awkwardly, it was a bit embarrassing for his stomach to growl.

"Let's go, let's go to the supermarket. I'll make you a full banquet tonight." After stroking Song Zhe's hair habitually, Wang Cheng stood up and packed the handle and wires.

"Okay!" Song Zhe readily agreed, trotted into the room to change clothes, and Wang Cheng had just finished tidying up when he came out.

Picking up his small backpack, Song Zhe went out with Wang Cheng in a bouncing manner.

Going to the supermarket, Song Zhe is like a bird breaking free, throwing a lot of things into the cart every time he walks through a row of shelves.

Wang Cheng walked behind him pushing the shopping cart, and every time he lost something, he picked it up and took a closer look.

Puffed food?Unhealthy, Wang Cheng picked it up and put it back on the shelf.

Pickle chicken legs?Song Zhe once had a stomachache that made him roll over. Wang Cheng still vividly remembered that it was so spicy that he couldn't eat it, so he picked it up and put it back on the shelf.

chocolate cake?High in calories and easy to gain weight, Wang Cheng still picked it up and put it back on the shelf.

When Song Zhe reacted and turned around to look, there were only a few boxes of fruits, vegetables and meat lying in the shopping cart.

So he puffed up his face and got angry.

Staring at Wang Cheng fiercely, Song Zhe said angrily, "Where are the treasures I got?!"

"I put them all back." Wang Cheng's smile was as calm as water.

"That's my ration!" Song Zhe frowned instantly.

"But they are not healthy." Wang Cheng's smile remained the same.

"I don't want health! I want snacks!" Song Zhe was so angry that he wanted to strangle the guy in front of him.

Wang Cheng grabbed his wrist and said with a playful smile, "From now on, I will make fruit desserts for you every day."

Song Zhe was dissatisfied with the hands held hostage by Wang Cheng, and gave him a blank look: "Would you do it!"

Wang Cheng put down his hand, his eyes were full of doting: "I will learn for you."

"Hmph," Song Zhe was still not very happy, but for Wang Cheng's sincerity, forget it.He thought for a while and said, "Then every day will be different, I'm picking it up."

"Okay, no problem." Wang Cheng put his arms around Song Zhe's shoulders, and pushed the cart forward.

When it was time to check out, Song Zhe only secretly took a bag of jelly under Wang Cheng's coercion.

It was almost 8 o'clock on the way home, Song Zhe hummed a little song proudly, peeled off the newly bought jelly one by one, and stuffed them into his mouth one by one.

Seeing that Wang Cheng was driving seriously, he was quite handsome, Song Zhe also peeled one off for him, and brought it to his mouth.

Wang Cheng looked down at the jelly, smiled and said thank you, and took it with his mouth.

While eating jelly, Wang Cheng's lips accidentally touched Song Zhe's fingers. The lips were warm and soft, and itched slightly against the fingertips. Until the lips moved away, Song Zhe seemed to be able to feel the remaining strange touch.

As if his heart had missed a beat, his face flushed instantly, he quickly took out a tissue to wipe his fingers, buried his head and continued peeling the jelly, and peeked at the handsome man next to him from the corner of his eye.

It was already 8:30 in the evening when the car was parked. Song Zhe had just opened the door of the house and brought in the big and small bags he bought when the phone rang.

While fumbling for his phone in his coat pocket, he handed the shopping bag in his hand to Wang Cheng.

Wang Cheng took it gently, put it on the dining table together with his own hands, and began to classify and put them away.

The call was from Zhu Zhuzhu, and when his characteristic high-pitched voice came from the receiver, Song Zhe subconsciously picked out his ears: "Little cutie~ By order of Lafayette Wu Xiaoxin, I order you to arrive at Starlight KTV within half an hour, The four of us start tonight."

Song Zhe just wanted to refuse, saying that he hadn't eaten dinner yet, but Zhu Zhuzhu didn't give him a chance to speak at all, and continued: "Lafayette said, she hasn't seen you for almost half a year, why don't you come tonight, sir?" A few of them are going to kill your house directly to see if there is a vixen hiding in this house and hook you out of your soul."

puff!Song Zhe spat out a mouthful of blood and rolled his eyes.Thinking that Wang Cheng hadn't seen these evildoers much after he moved in, he felt a little guilty, so he quickly smiled and said: "Oh, Mr. Zhu, please send a message to Lafayette, the little one will come here soon." apologize."

Hanging up the phone, Song Zhe hurried back to his room and changed into flirty clothes, and said to Wang Cheng while putting on, "I'm too late for dinner, my friend told me to go to KTV, you can eat at home by yourself."

Wang Cheng frowned, walked over and leaned against the door frame, and asked in a low voice, "A friend from your former animation club?"

"Yes," Song Zhe changed his clothes, chose a Givenchy clutch and went out, turned around and waved to Wang Cheng: "I'm leaving, I'm leaving, goodbye."

Seeing him rushing out, Wang Cheng wanted to say, don't drive if you want to drink, don't play too late, remember to come back early.

But just as the words came to his lips, the door closed with a bang.

Song Zhe hummed a little song, strode into the elevator and went downstairs, feeling so beautiful that he could go to heaven.

So he couldn't see, Wang Cheng in the room stood blankly at the door for a long time, the loneliness in his eyes became more and more intense.

Wang Cheng walked slowly to the sofa and sat down, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth and lit it.

He took a deep breath and exhaled a faint smoke ring.

Song Zhe still has many friends, but he, he only has Song Zhe...

Still unable to get rid of the sourness in his heart, he stubbed out the cigarette butt, closed his eyes and collapsed on the sofa with a wry smile.

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