don't like you

February 2th, the 10th day of the twelfth lunar month.

Zhong Shufang searched the closet inside and out early in the morning, but he couldn't find an outfit that satisfied the young master himself.

Song Jing never got up, closed his eyes and wanted to turn over and go back to sleep, but he couldn't turn over after moving his legs twice...

After such a delay in dozing off, he walked for a little while. Before he woke up, he squinted his eyes and stared at the front in a daze, when he saw a black shadow rushing towards the quilt he was covering with.

This suddenly woke him up. Song Jingcong looked down and couldn't laugh or cry: Zhong Shufang's clothes and trousers were strewn all over the big bed, and the only thing that survived was the spot on his face. up.

"Are you awake? Wake up and have breakfast." Zhong Shufang glanced back quickly when he heard the movement, his hands kept moving, and he put another sweater on the bed while speaking.

"What are you doing so early in the morning?" Song Jingcong yawned and asked lazily with sleepiness still in his voice.

Zhong Shufang took out a shirt and gesticulated on his body, "Isn't this the first time I've met my parents, I have to make a good impression on our parents."

Song Jingcong chuckled, "First of all, you met our mother almost half a year ago, not the first time. Secondly..."

"Secondly what?" Zhong Shufang asked with a smile as he kissed him on the cheek.

"Secondly," Song Jing turned Wuliu's eyes around, ran to the bathroom door, cleared his throat and continued, "Secondly, we are married, and we can't return the product if we are not satisfied."

When the idea of ​​obtaining the certificate first sprouted, the two immediately explained to their parents, but they were busy at that time, and their parents were also busy, so they finally had a half-day and a day of rest, and the parents went again. Talked about business abroad.

They don't want to delay the marriage, and they don't know when they will delay it even if they get busy.

It's absurd to talk about it once and twice. It's been two months since I got the certificate, and I haven't formally met the other party's parents.

But each other's parents gave their son the greatest enlightenment, believed in his son's choice, and secretly investigated.

When children grow up and have their own ideas, the support of their parents is all they need.

"Zai Zai, do you still have the idea of ​​returning the product?" Zhong Shufang opened his eyes wide in shock, looking deeply injured.

Song Jingcong nodded his head, "That's not true, so you should behave yourself."

The consequence of a male star surnamed Song being too aggressive was that when he returned to the bedroom after washing, he was pressed on the bed by a man surnamed Zhong who had been waiting for a long time and kissed for a long time. When they separated, both of them were breathing heavily.

Moisture rose from Song Jingcong's eyes, and his lips were even more unbelievably red. His whole body was stained crimson, and he honestly nestled in Zhong Shufang's arms and gasped quietly.

Zhong Shufang looked at him deeply for a while, then beat the bed angrily after a while, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

There are still important things to do, so don't delay.

"Zai Zai, what do you think of this shirt? The brand also gave you a pair of the same style, which happens to be a couple outfit." Zhong Shufang was even more motivated after eating, not only lost his clothes one by one It was even faster, and even infected Song Jingcong's wardrobe.

Song Jingcong pointed to the big temperature of -8°C on the phone, and then poked Zhong Shufang's coral fleece home clothes of the same style as his own. It was self-evident what he wanted to express.

"Wearing a shirt this day, rationally, your brain may be frozen." Song Jingcong rejected Zhong Shufang's proposal indifferently.

After finally finding a satisfactory dress and forgetting to consider the actual situation, Zhong Shufang was stunned for a moment, then pulled Song Jingcong up, "Let's go, baby, go out and buy clothes now."

Song Jingcong couldn't see it, and reminded him: "Didn't you ask Ale to help you order a lot of clothes a while ago? Didn't you say that you prepared them for meeting your parents?"

Zhong Shufang patted his thigh, and said helplessly, "It's really...so nervous that I forgot."

"Tsk, brother, tsk." Song Jingcong tsk twice at the back of him rummaging through his clothes, the teasing meaning was obvious.

Zhong Shufang took out his clothes and pinched Song Jingcong's cheeks twice, his eyes were full of smiles and doting.

"Brother, brother, do you think I smile like this? Do I have to bow first or shake hands first when I go in later? Will your parents like these things we bought? What if I don't like them? Will it appear that I am the first Seeing them once is too dishonest..." Arriving at the hotel garage, Zhong Shufang had just turned off the ignition, Song Jingcong couldn't hold back the broken thoughts all the way in an instant, and grabbed the corner of Zhong Shufang's clothes to mutter non-stop.

Zhong Shufang smiled and rubbed his head, "When I was at home, I still laughed at me for looking for clothes. Why am I getting nervous now?"

"I didn't dare to get nervous until you were not nervous. Otherwise, what if we drive into a ditch? Tomorrow we will make social headlines and entertainment headlines round." Song Jingcong glanced at him, nervously Rubbed his hands together.

Zhong Shufang took his hand and put it on the position of his heart, "Actually, I'm still very nervous now."

Through the thick sweater, the heartbeat connected to the palm of the hand was sonorous and powerful. The rhythm was fast and uncontrollable. Song Jing felt the rhythm coming from the palm of his hand, and released Zhong Shu's palm as if not to be outdone. Put it in your heart.

The two of them felt each other's heartbeat in the dim light of the garage with their eyes wide open. Who knew who couldn't help but laughed first, and then both of them laughed together.

"It's so stupid, Zai Zai." Zhong Shufang sighed.

Song Jingcong withdrew his hand and patted Zhong Shufang's cheek, smiled and sighed: "Brother, why are you so childish."

Zhong Shufang smiled and accepted the word childish, "Don't worry, my parents will definitely like you."

Song Jingcong curled his lips, why didn't he blurt out, Zhong Shufang added, "At least no one in our family will dislike you."

Of course, in his heart, there is no scope like ours, he likes Song Jingcong, so he takes it for granted that everyone will like Song Jingcong.

Song Jingcong is his paranoid and passionate idealism.