President of Zhuma PK

Yan Peng didn't say it clearly, but his answer couldn't be more obvious.

Song Ci didn't know what to say.

This matter obviously has nothing to do with him, why is there fear in his heart?

Yan Peng turned his head to look at him, and seeing his pale face, a hint of ominous premonition floated in his heart.

After a long silence, Yan Peng finally couldn't help it, and said, "Song Ci, there is a sentence that I don't know whether to ask or not."

Such an opening is probably not a good word.

Song Ci adjusted his mood and said, "You ask."

"Yesterday... how did you get together with Mr. Qin?" Yan Peng said, "You said that you have no special relationship with Mr. Qin, but you are always with him..."

Song Ci said: "I had some trouble at noon yesterday, President Qin just happened to stop by and help me, it's as simple as that."

Yan Peng said, "May I ask what happened?"

Song Ci was silent for two seconds, and said, "A little personal matter."

Seeing that he didn't want to say anything, Yan Peng didn't ask anymore, and said: "I still say the same thing, stay away from Mr. Qin, for your future and your personal safety."

Song Ci looked at the passing street outside the car window, and said softly, "I know."

However, Qin Song clung to him tightly, and he couldn't break free even with all his strength.

Song Ci felt like walking on thin ice, trembling, and if he made a wrong step, he would die without a place to bury him.

But even so, he still has to walk forward and cannot sit still.

Yan Peng said: "You must be tired after tossing around the police station all morning. Let's take a rest. I'll call you when we arrive."

Song Ci really felt physically and mentally exhausted, so he leaned against his seat and closed his eyes.

In the turbulence, Song Ci gradually fell asleep.

He had a brief dream.

Song Ci dreamed that he was standing on the edge of the rooftop, the clouds were rolling over his head, and the wind was howling under his feet.

He was terrified and wanted to go down, but he couldn't find a way out.

Suddenly, the ankle was grabbed by something, the body suddenly lost its balance, fell from the roof, and fell rapidly.

"Li Fan!" He shouted out of control, "Help me! Li Fan!"

Yan Peng hurriedly called him: "Song Ci! Wake up!"

Song Ci woke up with a start, sweating profusely, short of breath, cold limbs, and heart beating wildly.

Yan Peng asked worriedly, "Did you have a nightmare?"

After a long time, after the mood calmed down, Song Ci gave a faint "hmm".

"It seems that what happened in the morning frightened you." Yan Peng said: "A person died suddenly in front of me, and the death was so tragic, anyone would be afraid. If you don't have to go to the company for training these days, you Take a good rest and do something you like to divert your attention, you know?"

"Ah."

While speaking, the car had already parked at the gate of Jintai Community.

Yan Peng said, "I will call you when the matter is resolved."

"Okay, goodbye, Brother Yan."

"Goodbye."

Song Ci opened the door and got off the car, watched Yan Peng drive away before entering the community.

As soon as I got into the elevator, my phone rang.

It's Li Fan.

"Hi, I'm in the elevator, I'll be home soon. Okay, hang up."

When they reached the floor and the elevator door slowly opened, Song Ci saw Li Fan's face.

It was only a few hours apart, but it seemed that they had been separated for centuries. At the moment of reunion, the longing was like a flood that opened the gate, surging and drowning Song Ci.

If Li Fan were his boyfriend now, Song Ci would throw himself into his arms without hesitation, hug him tightly, seek comfort and draw strength.

However, Li Fan is not his boyfriend, Song Ci can only hide all his weaknesses, pretending to be extremely strong, walked up to Li Fan, and said in a nonchalant tone, "Why did you come out?"

"Because I want to see you sooner." Li Fan said in his heart.

"It's too stuffy in the room. Come out to get some fresh air." Li Fan reached out and took off the schoolbag on his shoulder and took it in his hand, and said as he walked, "Are you hungry? I made your favorite braised noodles and it will be out of the pot right away." gone."

Song Ci actually didn't have much appetite, but he still said, "I want to eat two bowls."

Li Fan smiled and said, "You can eat as many bowls as you want."

After entering the room, Li Fan casually put the schoolbag on the chair, then opened the closet, took out a change of clothes and handed it to Song Ci, "Let's take a shower first."

Song Ci was still wearing the blood-splattered white T-shirt.

He took the clothes, put on slippers and went to the bathroom.

Song Ci washed his face three times with facial cleanser, and rubbed his body back and forth several times with a bath ball, until his fair skin turned pink.

He turned off the tap, dried himself with a towel, and changed into clean and comfortable home clothes, only to feel better.

As soon as he opened the bathroom door, he heard Li Fan say, "Come to the kitchen!"

Song Ci walked into the kitchen, and the smell of stewed noodles came to his nostrils, arousing his appetite.

Li Fan was wearing an apron and standing in front of the stove, serving up noodles, "Today's braised noodles are very successful, and they are delicious in color, fragrance, and taste."

A year ago, Li Fan knew nothing about cooking.

A year later, Li Fan's culinary skills were comparable to Song Ci's.

Song Ci took out two pairs of chopsticks from the chopstick cage and sat down at the dining table.

"Try to see if it suits your taste." Li Fan put a large bowl of noodles in front of him, and looked at him eagerly.

Song Ci picked up a pair of chopsticks and put the noodles into his mouth, chewed them twice, and gave Li Fan a thumbs up, "It's very delicious."

Li Fan laughed in satisfaction, took a bite himself, and said with a smile: "When I get old, I will open a small restaurant and sell nothing but braised noodles. The business must be very good."

Song Ci picked up a piece of fat meat and put it in Li Fan's bowl, and said, "What about me?"

"You are in charge of collecting the money." Li Fan ate the piece of fat, and gave Song Ci all the beans in his bowl.

"Enough, I can't eat so much." Song Ci moved the bowl away to prevent Li Fan from picking up vegetables for him.

Li Fan also gave up and changed hands to pour two glasses of water.

Song Ci suddenly thought of something, and pretended to be casual and said, "Is your work going well recently?"

The smile on Li Fan's face disappeared in an instant, and he lowered his head to cover it up, "It went well."

Song Ci also lowered his head, and asked again: "Is Director An okay?"

Li Fan raised his head and frowned at him, "Why did you mention him all of a sudden?"

Song Ci took a sip of water and said, "He took good care of me when I was working in the male sex era. I always wanted to invite him to dinner, but I never had time. Give me his mobile phone number. I don't have to go to work for two days, so I can invite him..."

"It's not necessary." Li Fan interrupted him in a blunt tone.

Sensitively aware of the strangeness, Song Ci looked up at Li Fan and said, "Why do you look unhappy?"

Li Fan said, "I haven't."

Song Ci was silent for two seconds, guessing: "Are you having a conflict with him?"

"No." Li Fan said: "He no longer works in the male sex era, he resigned suddenly yesterday."

Song Ci was stunned, and asked, "Hasn't he worked there for many years? Why did he resign suddenly?"

"I don't know." Li Fan said, "I met him when he came to resign. I don't know who beat him with a black nose and a swollen face. I guess he offended someone."

"Really?" Song Ci said calmly, "That kind of place is so chaotic, it's not unusual to offend people."

"Stop talking about him." Li Fan said, "Let's eat."

"Okay." Song Ci ate two mouthfuls of noodles and said, "Have you not rested for a long time?"

"Well, it's okay to rest, it's better to go to work and earn more money."

"My manager said that I don't have to go to work for two days. Do you want to take two days off and let's hang out together?"

Then Li Fan laughed and said, "Okay, I will apply to the supervisor when I go to work today. Where do you want to go?"

Song Ci thought about it seriously, and said, "I don't have any particular place I want to go."

As long as he is with Li Fan, he will be happy no matter where he goes.

"How about going to Qizhou Island?" Li Fan said, "I heard that the scenery there is very beautiful, and the sea water is also very blue. You can see the corals and swimming fish on the bottom of the sea at a glance, and you can also dive."

Song Ci smiled and said, "Okay, then go to Qizhou Island."

The two chatted and ate, and Song Ci finished a large bowl of braised noodles without realizing it, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Song Ci wanted to wash the dishes, but Li Fan refused to let him go back to his room to rest.

He did feel tired, so he didn't fight with Li Fan, and went back to his room after rinsing his mouth.

Song Ci went directly to bed and lay down.

The air conditioner was turned on in the room, and it was a bit cold. Song Ci pulled Xia Liang over his waist and closed his eyes.

When Li Fan returned to the room, he saw Song Ci lying on his side in the bed, as if he had fallen asleep.

Li Fan called out in a low voice: "Song Ci?"

got no response.

Li Fan tiptoed down beside him, propped his head on his hand, and gazed tenderly at Song Ci's face.

"Why are you still frowning while sleeping?"

Li Fan whispered to himself, raised his hand to caress Song Ci's slightly frowning eyebrows, as if to smooth the wrinkles between his brows.

Song Ci was really appeased, and his brows gradually relaxed.

"What are you worrying about? Can you tell me? Is that boy treating you badly? Is work not going well? Or something else happened?" Li Fan sighed shallowly and said, "You don't tell me anything. Me, I feel that I am getting farther and farther away from you, even if you lie beside me, I still feel out of reach. Song Ci, am I going to lose you?"

Li Fan withdrew his hand, a look of pain floated on his face.

"I am looking forward to you leaving me, but I am afraid that you will leave me. I want you to stay away from the filthy me, and I want to imprison you by my side forever. Is it very contradictory? I am also about to be tortured crazy. But No matter what, the right to decide is always in your hands. If you want to leave me, I will not keep you. If you are willing to stay with me for a long time, I will naturally be happy. "

Song Ci moved suddenly, and lay down in Li Fan's arms as usual.

Li Fan lay down and hugged him gently.

"I really want to hold you like this forever and never let go."

Li Fan pressed his chin against Song Ci's forehead, rubbed it lightly twice, and closed his eyes.

This time, Song Ci slept very peacefully.

But he was awakened by the pain.

The severe pain of stomach and intestines being twisted together was strange and familiar.

Li Fan was still asleep.

Song Ci didn't want to disturb him, so he resisted to sit up, got off the bed, opened the drawer, and took out a bottle of multi-enzyme tablets.

Since he was hospitalized due to a sudden illness at the end of last year, Li Fan bought all kinds of standing medicines and kept them at home in case of emergencies.

Song Ci guessed that it was because he couldn't digest after eating too much at noon, and he should be fine if he took some multi-enzyme tablets to help digestion.

Suppressing the pain, he unscrewed the bottle cap and poured out three pills, fed them into his mouth, then picked up the water glass and drank several sips of water to flush down the pills stuck in his throat.

When putting the water glass back on the table, a sharp pain surged up, making Song Ci's limbs convulsed and limp on the ground.

Li Fan was startled awake.

He sat up abruptly, and saw Song Ci curled up on the ground at a glance, his face paled in shock, and he rushed over to help Song Ci into his arms, feeling cold to the touch, as if soaked in ice water.

"Song Ci? Tell me, what's uncomfortable?" Although Li Fan tried his best to restrain himself, his voice was still trembling slightly.

Song Ci opened his closed eyes, but couldn't see Li Fan's face clearly.

With a pale face, he managed to pull out a smile, and said angrily, "It's nothing, just a stomach... a little pain, I've already taken the medicine, it will be fine in a while, don't... worry."

Li Fan didn't say anything, Da Heng picked up Song Ci, picked up the wallet on the table, and walked out.

"I'll take you to the hospital!"

Song Ci endured the pain and said, "Put on your shoes..."

Li Fan hurriedly turned around and put on his slippers, and walked out quickly with Song Ci in his arms.