don't like you

Zhong Shufang went to the pottery museum, bringing freshly baked paintings with him.

The watercolor painting of Song Jingcong is a youthful spirit that cannot be concealed by the plane, and the arcs of the corners of the mouth and eyes are the most exciting and clear moments of youth.

He seems to be a famous senior in every school, and it seems that no senior in any school can compare to the radiance in his eyes.

Some people are born to be rewarded by God, and some people can already show their talents in a field after being rewarded with a bowl of rice.

As for Zhong Shufang, it is obvious that God has rewarded him with a full feast of man and man. Not only is his appearance first-class, but his pheromones are top-notch, and he also knows everything about art.

The owner of the pottery shop is a female Alpha, who has a very good personal relationship with Zhong Shufang. When he saw him coming in, he greeted him with a smile, and teased, "What gadgets will you buy this time to coax your Omega?"

Zhong Shufang also greeted, with a hint of helplessness in his tone: "It's not mine yet."

Song Nian was delighted when he heard this, "Is there anyone who doesn't like your face?"

Zhong Shufang smiled at her, noncommittal.

Does Song Jingcong like his face?

Probably like it.

But he was always so greedy that he didn't want Song Jingcong to only like his face.

Zhong Shufang bypassed the boss and sat down next to the workbench, spreading out the paintings he had drawn last night.

Song Nian was taken aback seeing his posture. The last time Zhong Shu came to her with such a big show, he still prepared a birthday present for his mother.

Song Nian walked up to the person in two or two steps, stretched his neck and looked, "Hey, this person looks familiar in the picture, isn't this a starlet in some group, I remember I have the same surname as me. She's still an Omega, I like this type .”

Zhong Shufang frowned and retorted subconsciously: "You are not allowed to like it."

Song Nian made an exaggerated expression of surprise, shrugged and sat next to the person, "You like it too?"

Zhong Shufang glanced at her coolly, saying nothing, "It doesn't matter if you like it, that's my future boyfriend."

Hearing Zhong Shufang say which Omega he likes is really a big girl sitting in a sedan chair—for the first time, Song Nian couldn't help but look at the painting next to him.

Zhong Shufang brushed it away and put it on the other side.

Song Nian: ...

"Okay, okay." Song Nian raised his hands in surrender, regretting, "I'm going to ask a friend to get a ticket to see their group activities in a few days to find a chance to get to know each other..."

Before Song Nian finished speaking, Zhong Shufang interrupted fiercely, "No, you are a single Alpha, this is called harassment."

Song Nian clicked his tongue inexplicably, stared at him for two seconds, and suddenly smiled, "Just kidding, I just wanted to see his good-looking face, I don't remember what he was called."

Zhong Shufang didn't bother to talk to him, and was busy with the work at hand.

Song Nian was always busy, and now he was more interested in asking questions around Zhong Shufang. After all, there was something to ask for, and Song Nian had to watch over the cooking. Zhong Shufang had a good temper. He answered them one by one, and turned a deaf ear to Song Nian's teasing. Song Nian was very good at keeping things in check, so he didn't ask any nonsensical questions.

"Who is that, just your rumored boyfriend, he came to ask me when you will come a few days ago." Song Nian said.

"Which one?" Zhong Shufang didn't pay much attention.

"As for the actor who used to play the domineering president, what kind of domineering president did you say an Omega played? I didn't see the domineering, but he was greasy enough. I saw him on the Internet a few days ago, what's his name, wait for me to search " Song Nian put the phone in front of him, "I found it, this is it, Xu Yi."

Zhong Shufang pointed to the second gender on the phone screen, "He is a Beta."

Song Nian looked at him with an indescribable expression on his face: "When did you talk to Beta?"

"I haven't talked to him, it's because he unilaterally dragged me to hype." Zhong Shufang said speechlessly, "I don't know him at all."

"Then how does he know that you come here often?" Song Nian asked in surprise.

Zhong Shufang shook his head, and his heart sank. Few of the Omega who had been in love with him knew that he often came to this pottery museum. How could Xu Yi, a total stranger, know his whereabouts so well.

When Song Jing knocked on the door, Zhong Shufang had just changed his clothes. This Alpha had been picking and choosing the big names in the cabinet for a long time before deciding to put on a silk wine red shirt, and deliberately put on gold-rimmed glasses, which looked very nice. The tear mole at the corner of the eye became brighter.

As soon as the door opened, Song Jingcong wrapped himself tightly in sunglasses, a mask and a hat, Zhong Shufang pulled him into the room, and smiled at Song Jingcong's blue shirt.

Since ancient times, red and blue have produced cp.

Sure enough, he didn't choose the wrong clothes.

Just as Song Jingcong unloaded his equipment and was about to speak, the roses and scented candles on the dining table in front of him successfully blocked his words.

The small square table is covered with a pearl white tablecloth, and you can only find the dark lines on it if you look carefully. In the middle is a transparent vase with a branch of neon roses inserted, like pink watercolor stained with white rice paper, intertwined into layers. in full bloom.There are still a lot of petals scattered on both sides of the vase, and when the surrounding lights are turned off, the two clusters of dancing candle flames appear to be indistinct, reflecting the red wine in the goblet beside it.

???

Song Jing looked at the hot pot ingredients in his hand in a daze, and then looked at the square table where anyone who came in would be robbed of their sight.

Didn't we agree to eat hot pot?

Who is this candlelight dinner pose for?

Song Jingcong: "It seems that I came at the wrong time, so I'm sorry to bother you."

Zhong Shufang explained dumbfoundedly, and by the way dumped the pot without any psychological burden: "Our nanny is too enthusiastic. I heard that it was the first time I invited people to eat at home and volunteered to prepare food, saying that she would leave an unforgettable experience for the guests. Night. I just let her go, I didn't expect to be prepared like this. Maybe Auntie mistakenly thought you were my partner. "

"Is this for me?" Song Jingcong asked after being silent for a moment.

Zhong Shufang nodded. In fact, he prepared it himself. The only role of the nanny was to bring him two roses on the way.

Song Jingcong who got an affirmative answer twitched his lips, "It's quite unforgettable."

Song Jingcong asked again: "Have you never brought anyone back before?"

"No one has been here except you." Zhong Shu put it back quickly, and was extremely serious when he said this, looking straight at Song Jingcong. Blocked by the lens, Song Jingcong didn't notice anything unusual.

Zhong Shufang took the hot pot ingredients from Song Jingcong's hand and threw it into the refrigerator, and sat down with a push on his shoulder.

Just kidding, he bought all the tables yesterday, it would be a waste if he didn't decorate them properly, what kind of hot pot to eat, he just lied to the children.

Song Jing looked down at his short-sleeved slacks and then at Zhong Shufang's shirt and trousers, feeling more and more out of place in this room.

He thought it was about eating hot pot and dressing comfortably, but he never thought that entering the house would be such a world.

Zhong Shufang hummed and brought the steak out of the kitchen as if he didn't notice it at all. Song Jingcong got up to help him without stopping him, put the plate in his hand on the opposite side, and sat on the chair waiting for Song Jingcong to take his Serve that out.

Sitting on such a table to eat is really embarrassing. Song Jingcong sat down and didn't know where to put his hands and feet, so he was not in a hurry to eat. He took out a small square box from his pocket and handed it to In front of Zhong Shufang: "Thank you."

Inside the box is a small gilded plaque, engraved with the image of Zhong Shufang's first acting costume in ancient costume, which coincides with the little pottery figurine Zhong Shufang prepared.

"Huh?" Zhong Shufang was surprised, "Thank you for what?"

"There is a lot to thank." Song Jingcong said seriously, "But all in all, thank you for being so kind to me."

Zhong Shufang smiled and asked, "What if I treat you well for a purpose?"

Song Jing stared at him unblinkingly, pursed his lips, "Really?"

"I just want to be nice to you. I don't want to have any purpose." Zhong Shufang lowered his head and opened the box. A strand of hair hung down disobediently and hung on the golden mirror frame.

Song Jingcong rolled his eyes with a smile, and proudly said, "I knew it."

Zhong Shu sighed inwardly. He was right to say that Song Jingcong had a purpose, but he was just seeking a pleasing relationship.

Song Jingcong, who was frozen in clay, looked radiant, while Song Jingcong, who smiled and rolled his eyes in front of him, was more lively and vivid. Zhong Shufang couldn't help poking the dimple at the corner of Song Jingcong's mouth lightly with his hand.

Song Jingcong held the miniature version of himself and couldn't put it down. Zhong Shufang's fingertips lingered on his face for a while, but he didn't care.

"Song Jingcong." Zhong Shufang called him by first and last name solemnly for the first time, "I have something to tell you."