Little Bastard X Kidnapper

Xiang Rong is a person who has something on his mind that will affect his sleep.A typical childhood insomnia before a spring outing.Thinking of going to Fang Yue's house the next day, Xiang Rong inevitably felt a little uneasy.

It stands to reason that when you go to someone's house for the first time, you must bring some gifts.But the current state seems to be not normal.What Xiang Rong can do is to make himself as handsome as possible.

Since he got up early, he went out to do some morning exercises, and when he came back to take a shower refreshed, he found some casual clothes he liked and put them on the bed.

This is a little too expensive.

Is this all black too depressing?

There doesn't seem to be a special pair of shoes for this one.

After choosing and choosing, I still wore a set of relatively low-key regular clothes.The classic collocation of jeans and white T-shirt, without special decoration and logo.But only the insiders know that these two seemingly innocuous clothes are very well cut and fit very close, and they were both bought by Xiang Rong from a small European brand.

With his clothes settled, he looked in the mirror and began to style his hair again.

Xiang Rong's hair is relatively short and hard, so it is usually less troublesome and does not require much care.But today he still took out the only bottle of hairspray at home.I bought this to make up the bills during Double Eleven, but now that I have found it, Xiang Rong feels that he is very wise.

I opened the lid and squeezed excitedly, but it didn't come out.

He shook and continued to squeeze, but still didn't come out.

Xiang Rong looked at the mouth of the bottle and was speechless.

Although I bought it on Double Eleven, it was Double Eleven the year before last, and the hairspray has dried by now.Although the inside is still soft to the touch, the mouth of the bottle is indeed blocked by solidified hair gel.

Xiang Rong sighed, brought scissors and planned to cut the bottle open from the back to save the remaining hair gel.

Fearing that it would be squeezed on his body with too much force, Xiang Rong lowered the scissors very slowly and carefully, and cut along the edge of the bottom.After cutting two-thirds, he was startled suddenly, threw the scissors at the bottom of the bottle and carefully read the string of numbers three times.

Ha ha.

expired.

Xiang Rong pressed his eyebrows with a wry smile, shook his head with a smile, and threw the expired hairspray into the trash can.

Straightening his back to the mirror and smiling, Xiang Rong regained his confidence and decided to give up hairspray.

After tossing around for a while, seeing that the time was almost up, Xiang Rong took out a set of paints and brushes that he had prepared and put them in his bag to give to Fang Yue.

Although it was a gift, he had already figured out how to give this gift away under the pretext of forcing Fang Yue to paint a portrait of himself.

On the other hand, Song Song's work jet lag still hasn't fully recovered. Although he won't wake up naturally at four or five o'clock in the morning, he still opens his eyes on time before eight o'clock.After lying in bed for more than half an hour, Song Song didn't hear any movement in the bedroom.

It is certain to sleep in on weekends, but he can't tell how long Fang Yue will sleep until.It was a bit difficult for Song Song who had to estimate the cooking time.But he didn't dare to wake up the "Sleeping Beauty", because if the "Sleeping Beauty" didn't sleep enough to wake up, the "Attack Tang Monk" could catch you and complain all day long, saying that his beauty sleep was ruined, I'm going to have crow's feet, and I started to turn ugly when I was young before I found a handsome guy...

Song Song made this mistake when he came to live before.That lesson was too profound, so even if he was beaten to death, he would not dare to wake Fang Yue up.

Barking is not allowed, but if you wake up this guy with too much movement, the consequences will be the same.

So Song sent it to the dining table and brought snacks, and continued to lie on the sofa bed while swiping his phone while nibbling snacks, which was considered relaxing.

Watching the game video, he was eating dried tofu vigorously. Song Song suddenly heard the doorbell, and he was so scared that he dropped all the dried tofu on his body.Song Song is a carefree straight man who sleeps topless. He picks up the dried tofu that falls on his body and eats it directly. Then he takes a napkin and wipes the oil stains on his chest before climbing out of bed.

The doorbell rang again, Song Song stretched his waist, scratched his neck and went to open the door.Although he has been awake for two hours, he still feels half asleep and half awake when he is lying on the bed, and he still walks unsteadily now.

The doorbell rang again, and Song Song seemed to sense the anxiety of the visitor, and responded twice: "Come here~"

Before he had time to put on his shirt, Song Song yawned and scratched his chest where the dried tofu fell just now, and wanted to go to the door, muttering: "Who is it so early in the morning? Express it. What did this guy buy?"

When Song Song opened the door, no one looked carefully and smiled and said, "Excuse me, where can I sign?"

The person at the door didn't have any package in his hand, and he didn't look like a courier.

Song Song took a closer look, smiled awkwardly, and hurriedly grabbed a coat of Fang Yue from the door and put it on his body: "Isn't this Xiao Xiang? Why are you here?"

Xiang Rong outside the door was completely stunned, staring at Song Song with round eyes.

He did fantasize about someone opening the door for him in disheveled clothes, but that person should definitely not be Song Song.Moreover, why is he at Fang Yue's house?Still so naked!

Song Song didn't know Xiang Rong's broken heart at this time, and wrapped himself in Fang Yue's clothes: "I was a little tired from playing yesterday, and he's still sleeping~ Shall I call you?"

play?Night?tired?

What the hell did you guys do last night?

What is your relationship with seniors?

Didn't you say they were friends?

Can a friend live at home naked like this?

Can it be this close?

Senior didn't have this roommate before, I haven't found it after observing for so long...

"Hey~ What's wrong with you?" Song Song looked at Xiang Rong in a daze and waved in front of his eyes, "I'll call him to go. Just wait a minute~"

"Wait a minute." Xiang Rong called to stop Song Song, and looked in the limited vision of the entrance, but he didn't see the person he wanted to see, "Forget it... since you are tired, let him sleep... I, I'm going first."

"Let's go now? Don't you really need to call?"

"no need."

"Then I'll tell him you're here later and ask him to call back."

"No need." Xiang Rong lowered his eyes, touched the bag with his hand, and remembered the gift he had prepared for Fang Yue.After thinking about it, he clenched his fists, turned around and left.

Song Song looked at Xiang Rong's figure disappearing into the corridor and scratched his head.He faintly felt that he had done something wrong, but he didn't know where he was wrong.

Xiang Rong clenched his fists tightly, without blinking his eyes, staring straight at the ground all the way out of the community.

The sound of heavy traffic outside the community seemed to wake him up.Xiang Rong suddenly unloaded it in one breath, and his shoulders drooped.He walked slowly to an electric pole.The telephone pole covered with small advertisements was not clean at first glance, but he still leaned on it as if he suddenly lost his strength, and the clothes he carefully selected before going out seemed not so important at this time.

Senior...has a boyfriend...

Xiang Rong thought, lowered his head and sighed.He looked at his palms.When I was young, the old man in the car repair shop next to the school said he could read palms, so Xiao Xiangrong gave him five yuan to help him look.At that time, the uncle said that his relationship was not going well, he could not fall in love before the age of 30, he could not get married before the age of 35, and he would probably leave after marriage.When he was a child, Xiang Rong had no concept of marriage and love, but he still felt that this made people unhappy, and even clamored for the uncle to return the money to him.In the end, the uncle couldn't stand his noise, so he actually gave him two yuan back.

Thinking about it now, Xiang Rong couldn't help but smiled wryly and shook his head.

It seems that the uncle is still the uncle... maybe... there is some truth...

The hot summer sun shines on Xiang Rong's palm.The temperature was like when he touched Fang Yue.

A white cloud drifted past, slightly covering part of the sun.Without the blessing of the sun, the temperature of Xiang Rong's palm dropped instantly, and he felt that some hope or delusion he had held on to had disappeared into the air along with the unstable temperature.

Xiang Rong took a deep breath, straightened up, and looked sideways at the pedestrians beside him.

How many people are there in this world, how many people can he meet in this life, how many people just pass by like this.But Fang Yue was the only one Xiang Rong could see in recent years.As long as he is in his sight and Xiang Rong's whole sight is like a spotlight following Fang Yue, everything around him is no longer important, and it doesn't matter what the people around him say or do.Fang Yue is the focus of Xiang Rong's eyes, and he is the eternal hero.

but……

Today, Xiang Rong feels that a play he has directed and acted in for several years has come to an end.The reason is that the hero ran away with someone else.

Xiang Rong hammered the electric pole next to him twice, and the pigeons falling on the electric wire were scared away by him.

He was running on the streets where no one knew him with his bag in his arms. In his arms were paints, brushes, and printed poster designs that were meant to be given to Fang Yue.

Running to an old stone bridge, he panted heavily while holding his knees on the bridge.After recovering my breath, I leaned against the bridge pier and looked up at the river, whose water level was quite low due to the lack of rain for a long time.He picked up the bag in his hand.

The legs are so heavy.

The arms are so heavy.

Pack well.

My heart is so heavy.

Xiang Rong closed his eyes, raised his hand and threw his backpack into the river behind him.Hearing a "plop", Xiang Rong closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.