I cried, I pretended

Song Mingwang's mind was in a mess, his nose was red and swollen from crying, but his expression was blank.

"I didn't expect you to come here alone. You have courage." Dao Scar twitched the corner of his mouth with a cheeky smile.

After he finished speaking, he picked up the guy and rushed up first. This time it was different from the underground bar before. Most of them held real things in their hands, and they would kill people if they stabbed them.

Fortunately, Cheng Wang didn't come empty-handed, he took out the folding knife and shook it blankly, then dodged to avoid the attack of the oncoming person, bent his arm slightly and hit his face directly with an elbow.

The little gangster who was hit had a nosebleed, bent over with a pained face.

The people around looked at each other, it was the first time they saw such a ruthless person, even worse than their fight, it was not a good thing.

At this moment of ecstasy, Cheng Wan twisted Scarface's arm with his backhand, half-kneeled and pressed his neck, and picked up the pocket knife with the other hand and gestured at his neck, with a casual and cold tone in his tone.

"What do you think will happen if I just cut it off like this?"

The gangsters around did not dare to act rashly when their boss was captured.

"Which hand?" Cheng Wang suddenly looked up at Song Mingwang.

"...Ah?" Song Mingwang hadn't encountered such a thing in more than ten years, and he was still immersed in the thrilling fight just now, and he didn't react when he heard the question suddenly.

"I asked which hand touched it."

"...the left hand?... No, it seems to be the right hand." Song Mingwang didn't know it himself, so he could only whisper: "Forget it, both hands are ready."

Cheng Huan nodded, and then there was a scream, accompanied by the harsh sound of bones creaking.

"It's just a dislocation, it's not that it can't be connected."

Cheng Huan stood up, kicked the scarred face that looked like a dead pig on the ground, and frowned a little too noisy.

Then he stepped over him and came to Song Mingwang's side unhurriedly, and asked him, "Can I go?"

Song Mingwang blinked and looked at the person in front of him without blinking.

He didn't hear the answer, Cheng Wan raised his eyes and glanced at him, "Ask if you can go."

Song Ming Wang suddenly stood up and hugged him, and finally couldn't help crying like wow.

Cheng Wang's body stiffened, as if he was not used to it.

He cried very aggrieved, and he still didn't forget to say sternly, "Why did you hang up the phone?"

"I was already nearby at that time." Cheng Huang frowned, and explained unconsciously, "Your mother called me and asked me if I knew where you were, and said you called her and then hung up suddenly, and then kept calling No way."

"So you were looking for me?" Song Mingwang's eyes were red from crying, and his skin was already white, so the contrast was even more obvious.

Cheng Wang was a little unaccustomed to him being so clingy, so he hummed briefly, and then wanted to push him away.

Unexpectedly, Song Mingwang refused to obey at all, and hugged him even tighter. Considering what happened to him just now, Cheng Wang had no choice but to let him grab his clothes and go out.

Before leaving, Song Mingwang did not forget to kick the scarred face on the ground, and said viciously, "Wait, I will sue you! I will put you in jail."

Cheng Wang looked at him with no surprise expression, it was indeed something he would say.

I didn’t find it in the house just now, but when I walked out of the alleyway and came to the main street, the sky outside had already darkened, the whole city was full of feasting lights, the neon lights were dyed red and black in the night, and the streets were full of Merry Christmas songs.

There is a huge Christmas tree in the square, with colorful lights hanging on the green tree branches. For some reason, there are people gathered around, most of them are couples, laughing and laughing, and it is very lively.

Only Song Mingwang and Cheng Juan were standing there in their school uniforms, one of them was crying with tears all over his face, and pitifully clutching the other.

After standing there for a few minutes, Song Mingwang finally came to his senses. Feeling a little embarrassed, he let go of his hand, and stood there looking left and right, rarely knowing what to say.

"Brother, do you want to buy one to wear?"

"I want it, I want it." Song Mingwang seemed to be grabbing at a straw, but after he said it, he found that he had no change in his mobile phone.

So he could only look at Cheng Wang for help, Cheng Wang sighed, and then gave the money.

Song Mingwang asked for two glowing antlers, put one on himself, and then put on another for Cheng Wang.

Cheng Wang stretched out his hand to stop him, "I won't wear it."

Song Mingwang didn't force him, "Then you take it."

After a pause, he added, "Go back and turn to you."

Cheng Wang didn't pay attention to hear it, because he was looking down at his phone, ready to call Didi back for him.

Suddenly he was hit on the back of the head, and when he turned his head, he saw a child holding a mace inflatable hammer and making faces at him.

Only then did they notice that the people around them were fighting, some were hitting each other with inflatable hammers, and some were spraying people with snow spray.

"Snowing."

Small white dots fluttering in the sky slowly fell, and some of them landed on Song Mingwang's nose, making him sneezed a few times.

"I don't know if the ground will be piled up with snow tomorrow."

Cheng Wang didn't answer, he raised his head slightly and stared at the huge Christmas tree, his eyes fell on the yellow star on the top, and his face was stunned by memories.

"Cheng Huan." Song Mingwang pulled his sleeve again and called him.

"what happened?"

He turned his head to look at him, the softness in his eyes hadn't completely faded away, the brows were slightly raised, Song Mingwang saw his own face reflected in his dark pupils, he opened his eyes slightly, looked at him without speaking.

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

The surrounding crowd suddenly sounded the countdown in unison, and as the voice fell, the clock tower on the square symbolized the sound of twelve midnight.

"Boom-"

"Merry Christmas."

The couples around hugged and kissed each other, and the children laughed one after another.

Song Mingwang felt that the sound of his own rapid heartbeat was ringing along with the bell, and he opened his eyes wide to look at Cheng Wang, and the bits and pieces of getting along with him appeared in front of him again like watching flowers on a horse.

He covered his heart and said to himself, "So that's how it is."

Does he like Cheng Wang?

He likes a person, a boy, a person he thinks he hates.

As for why he likes Cheng Wang, he can't figure out why, this is more troublesome than the most complicated math problem he has ever solved.

"So what?" The noise was too loud in his ear, and Cheng Wan didn't hear his words clearly.

The laughter of the children around them sounded again, and the lovers had already separated, ushering in Christmas at midnight together.

Song Mingwang looked at Cheng Lu in front of him, his browbones were slightly deeper than ordinary people, and his originally handsome facial features added a bit of profundity. When looking at people, he habitually frowned slightly, staring at himself intently, waiting for an answer.

"It's nothing." Song Mingwang looked away uncomfortably.

Cheng Wang didn't say anything, and looked away.

Song Mingwang has never tried to like someone since he was born, let alone someone of the same sex.

He doesn't know whether he is bisexual or gay, but what is certain is that before he met Cheng Wang, he had never been attracted to any boy.

After realizing that he liked Cheng Wang, Song Mingwang took out the spirit of previous scientific research to learn about homosexuality, checked a lot of information on the Internet, and bought a lot of reference books. Of course...he didn't let go of that kind of knowledge.

It's like doing a reverse proof question. Since I already know that I like Cheng Wang, which has already happened, how can I get the future fact that Cheng Wang also likes me.

Song Mingwang felt that he had to take action.

Einstein once said that the way to success is to talk less empty words. In order to catch up with Cheng Wang, Song Mingwang made a detailed and comprehensive plan

The first step is to create an encounter.

In the breakfast shop—

When Song Mingwang wandered in front of Cheng Wang for the umpteenth time, Cheng Wang finally couldn't help frowning and asked him.

"What are you crazy about?"

Song Mingwang was very angry, "It's a coincidence that I met you at breakfast again. Are you hungry? I'll order you your favorite corn and ham buns."

Cheng Wan retorted, "Thanks, I've already ordered it, and corn ham buns are your favorite."

In the end, Song Mingwang had no choice but to order himself a hot and sour rice noodle and a steamed bun, one mouthful of noodle and one steamed bun, while eating, he glanced at Cheng Wang.

Cheng Wang ignored him, finished the porridge by himself, then picked up his schoolbag and prepared to leave.

Song Mingwang quickly followed him, and was really surprised this time when he saw him getting ready to ride a bicycle.

"When did you buy it?"

The whole body of the bicycle was pitch black and shiny, not a big brand, with a few English letters written on it, what made Song Ming happy was that it turned out to be a model that could carry people on the back.

He didn't care about Cheng Wang's indifference, and looked at Cheng Wang with bright eyes.

"Can I sit?"

"Why?" Cheng Wang put his schoolbag on the front handle, raised his eyebrows and glanced at him.

The second step is to learn to act like a baby.

Song Mingwang saw this on the Internet, saying that boys have no resistance to people who act like a baby, so Song Mingwang went to learn how to act like a baby. After watching countless movies and consulting countless people, he came to a conclusion—

Just raise the tone of the last word of each sentence!

"Is it possible?" Song Mingwang thought he had grasped the knack of acting like a baby, and put a lot of effort into the word "Mah".

But the effect doesn't look very good.

Cheng Lu frowned even tighter, his face couldn't be described in a good way anyway.

Song Ming saw that the effect was not enough, and wanted to do it again, but was interrupted by Cheng Wang.

"You can't come up."

Cheng Huan took a step forward and sat on the bicycle, leaning against the body, looking at himself slightly with a hint of impatience in his eyes.

Song Mingwang quickly sat up, and happily grabbed the corner of his back clothes.

The third step is to actively talk step by step.

"Cheng Huan... Let me tell you... If it wasn't me that day, but someone else, such as Tang Tan, would you have rescued me?" Song Mingwang hesitated.

"Don't move around." Cheng Juan scolded him in a low voice, and after seeing Song Mingwang sat down obediently, he replied: "Yes, what's the matter?"

Although he had already expected the answer, Song Mingwang was still a little disappointed for some reason.

Sensing the inexplicable depression of the people behind him, Cheng Wang finally couldn't help it. "What's the matter with you recently, it's weird."

The fourth step is to retreat.

"I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me, just let me be alone for a while."

"..."

Then Cheng Wang really stopped talking.

Facts have proved that these messy tricks on the Internet are useless to Cheng Wang, because no matter how hard he tries, the relationship between him and Cheng Wang has not changed in any way.

But not only Cheng Huang, even Tian Mengmeng noticed his abnormality.

"What's the matter with you recently? I feel that you always like to cling to Cheng Wang, don't you hate him very much?"

Song Mingwang slumped on the seat without any strength, "That was before, but it's different now."

"What a difference."

"Don't worry about it."

"Let me ask you, do you think Cheng Wang treats me well?"

"It can be said to be good or bad, and I don't know, but compared to other people, it can definitely be used to describe you."

"Then do you think he might like me a little bit?"

"Are you joking?! How is that possible! Did you forget that when you said you liked the type before, what Cheng Wang said was exactly the opposite of yourself?" Tian Mengmeng reached out to touch his forehead, and said strangely: "I don't even have a fever. ah."

Song Mingwang said angrily, "I'm not sick!"

It was a lie to say that he was not sad in his heart, and he also remembered that. Cheng Wang said that he likes those who talk less, but even if he evaluates himself objectively, he doesn't care about it at all.

But sad is sad, Song Mingwang still does not intend to give up.

Cheng Wang is still the same as before. When he came to school, he seldom listened to the class seriously. Most of the time he slept on his stomach. After class, he played basketball with others. He occasionally did homework, but the teacher didn’t care much about him.

Because of Song Mingwang's good grades, sometimes the teachers of various subjects like to be lazy and ask him to help correct the test papers, because there is no need to worry about him being bribed and scoring randomly.

As a result, Cheng Huang's paper was found in the middle of grading. Looking at the two words in the name column, Song Mingwang immediately cheered up.

Cheng Huan's grades at the end of the crane have remained unchanged, with double-digit scores every time. He also knows that his deskmate doesn't like studying, but he didn't expect to be so disliked.

Looking at a large blank on the paper.

Song Ming wished that iron could not be made into steel. He actually handed in blank papers and only filled multiple-choice questions. How many points could he get? Twelve multiple-choice questions and one five-point question.

He checked the answer almost heartbroken, and seeing that the first question was correct, he breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was lucky and didn't get off to a good start.

The second way, um, is also right, keep it up.

At the eighth time, he felt that something was wrong. This kind of luck is impossible, so far it has been good!

He continued to be right, and the ninth one was also right!

Looking at the last question, Song Mingwang held back his trembling hand holding the red pen, and a guess gradually emerged in his mind. If this is also true, it cannot be explained by luck.

When Song Mingwang saw the answer B that was exactly the same as the answer, Song Mingwang's heart almost stopped beating.

If this is true, then Cheng Wang has always been pretending? !

But why?Song Mingwang couldn't figure it out. Is it a shame to be smarter than others?

When handing out the papers, there was quite a commotion in the class.

Because Class [-] got two full marks in the math paper, Song Mingwang and Xu Su.

"Here, Cheng Wang, this is yours." Jiang Qingqing, who was in charge of distributing the papers, carefully pushed Cheng Wang who was sleeping on his stomach.

Cheng Wang raised his head with his elbows, without raising his eyelids, he hummed, "Thank you."

"It's so cold." After Jiang Qingqing left, Tang Qin came over with a smirk and poked him on the arm, "Don't treat the beautiful woman like this, you almost cried when you didn't see others leave."

Cheng Juan leaned back slightly, with his upper body against the back of the chair, and his legs crossed, "I didn't see it."

Tang Qin sighed with half-truth and half-fake, "Straight man, straight man, if such a beautiful woman throws herself into my arms, there is no reason for me not to feel pain."

Cheng Wang picked up the apple stuffed in the desk, wiped it casually and gnawed, his face expressionless.

"Tsk, let me take a look." Tang Qin suddenly noticed something, and leaned closer to the papers on the desk, "Seventy points! That's ok, Cheng Wang, sixty years has finally improved."

Hearing that Cheng Wang finally had an expression, he frowned slightly, looked down, looked at the bright red score, and seemed a little puzzled.

"Damn it! You got all the multiple-choice questions right! You're so awesome! It's just my brother in society. It's a pity that this kind of luck is used to fool the questions."

"No." Tang Qin noticed something was wrong halfway through the speech, "If everything is correct, it should be sixty points, where did seventy points come from?"

Cheng Wang was also thinking about this, "Maybe the teacher made a mistake."

"It's not the paper that the teacher graded." Tang Tan said, turning his head to look at Song Mingwang who wanted to bury his whole body in his homework.

Cheng Wang seemed to understand something, and followed suit.

Song Mingwang understood that it wasn't enough to take off, so he raised his head and explained in the most straightforward words, "Cheng Wangjuan's face is neat and tidy, plus ten points."

"..."

When school was over, Song Mingwang waited for Cheng Huang on the playground, Guo Jin told him that he didn't know what happened, and kept him until now, and he wanted to go out of school with him.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, he finally came out of the teaching building slowly.

Seeing Song Mingwang, she didn't show any surprise expression, she just raised her eyelids and looked at him.

At that moment, Song Mingwang thought that he had seen through his own thoughts, and his heart beat faster, but seeing his normal expression, he realized that he was overly nervous.

"You can get all the multiple-choice questions right, why don't you finish it." Song Mingwang stood side by side with him, looking for something to say

"I don't want to write."

"Why do you pretend to be stupid and lie to everyone?"

Cheng Lu's expression turned cold, "It has nothing to do with you."

Song Mingwang ignored him, and continued to ask: "Why did you go to the bar that day to fuck.

Cheng Wang was carrying his schoolbag on one shoulder, tossing and playing with the lighter, glanced at him lazily and said nothing.

Song Mingwang took another step closer to him, looking at him eagerly.

Cheng Wang then said: "He helped me."

"What are you busy with?"

"He paid for my grandma's hospitalization in advance."

"...Is that so." Asking such a thing, Song Mingwang felt inexplicably guilty, but fortunately, Cheng Wang's expression didn't seem to mind.

"Are you guilty?" Cheng Wang suddenly raised his eyebrows, as if interested in his current expression.

Song Mingwang hesitated, not knowing why he would ask such a question.

Cheng smirked.

He felt fresh that Song Mingwang would actually feel guilty because of his own words now, because in his cognition, it was impossible for him to have such emotions, and it was not like saying that he was an emotionally disabled person, but his thinking was not on the same line as others.

"What do you think of our relationship?" Song Mingwang asked again.

"so so."

Song Mingwang was obviously dissatisfied with the answer, and wanted to continue asking questions, but was interrupted by Cheng Wang.

"what do you want to say in the end?"

Song Mingwang immediately died down, "It's nothing."

Song Yulan hadn't returned to China yet, and Song Mingwang stayed at home alone for almost a week. At first, she called every day. Later, seeing that nothing serious happened to Song Mingwang, she reduced the frequency.

In fact, Song Mingwang didn't go to school and refused to interact with people. It wasn't just because of his personality that he couldn't integrate into the group.

Because when he was younger, maybe when he was ** years old, he still liked to go outside and play with children, although they didn't like him very much and would avoid him when they saw him.

So when he was playing alone in the sand pool, when an older brother asked him to play with him, he readily agreed.

He was taken to a secluded forest in the park, but fortunately he was seen by the uncle who cleaned the public toilets, so nothing happened, but it was still his nightmare all his life.

Because of this incident, his father beat his mother, Song Yulan, hard, and after the beating, he locked her outside the balcony to blow the cold wind all night, forbidding her to enter the house and making her reflect on how she raised her child of.

He sometimes thinks that all these mistakes are because of himself.

because of his existence.

I heard from others that his father and his mother would be very affectionate when they first got married, and it was because of his birth that everything changed.

If only he hadn't been born.

He didn't talk about this idea with anyone. Others thought that he didn't have any troubles and had a happy family, but that was just what others saw.

Song Mingwang was lying on the bed tossing and turning, when suddenly there was a thunder outside the window, which made him cover his ears quickly.

Before he could react, there was another deafening thunder. He saw that the curtain hadn't been drawn yet, but he wanted to pull it but he didn't dare to move, so he could only hide under the blanket and shiver.

Ever since he was a child, he was most afraid of thunder, not one of them.

Opened the class to strengthen the courage and found that the pot had exploded inside.

Tang Tan: "Why the hell is it thundering? I'm taking a shit. This noise almost sent me away."

Xu Su: "Pay attention to what you say in the class."

Tian Mengmeng: "How can there be thunder in winter, it's so strange."

Feng Wen: "Why can't there be thunder? Watch the news more. I have seen thunder and hail in a certain place in winter."

Meng Keran: "Then will Jiangcheng be on TV?"

Feng Wen: "I don't know, you can ask the news TV station."

While they were making a noise, someone suddenly said, "Damn it, it's really hailstone."

Song Mingwang cautiously raised his head from under the quilt, and sure enough, he heard crackling sounds, mixed with bursts of thunder.

He bit his lip tightly and decided to call Song Yulan, but there was a time difference between here and there, so he didn't know if she would answer the phone, but no one answered the call.

Song Mingwang covered his ears and hid under the quilt, suddenly remembered a person's name, opened his eyes immediately, tremblingly went to get his phone again, and sent Cheng Wang a WeChat message.

"I'm afraid of thunder alone."

He held the phone tightly in his arms, as if he could draw strength from it.

Not long after, the phone vibrated.

"Where did your mother go?"

"She went abroad and left me alone." Song Mingwang said as pitifully as possible.

There was no reply.

Song Mingwang emphasized emphatically: "I'm really scared, scared, scared, so scared that I'm going to die."

"Could it be that you want to come to my house?"

When Song Mingwang saw this news, fireworks exploded in his head, so he couldn't tell if the other party was joking.

"it is good!"

"..."

Song Mingwang felt that it was necessary to raise his liking for Cheng Wang to a higher level, because he was willing to go out in this kind of weather.

In fact, the hailstorm outside was not that big, definitely not as bad as Xia Tian's, but it still hurt a little when it hit someone, Song Mingwang finally couldn't bear it anymore, and planned to take shelter in front of the convenience store for a while, and check for late-night taxis by the way.

Turning on the phone, he found that Cheng Wang made several voice calls to himself but he didn't receive it, so he quickly called back, and the tone on the other end was a bit cold after connecting.

"Where are you?"

Song Mingwang looked around and reported the location.

Then Cheng Wang hung up the phone quickly, and Song Mingwang couldn't help but feel a little expectation in his heart, is he going to pick him up?

After waiting for more than ten minutes, yellow high beam lights came through the night, and with the roar of motor vehicles, a handsome black motorcycle stopped in front of Song Mingwang.

Cheng Wang is wearing a helmet, only the dark eyes under the forehead hair can be seen

"Put it on." He threw him a small helmet, which came from somewhere, but it looked like a children's version, worn by a child.

Fortunately, Song Ming Wang's head was small and he put it on. He got into the car and grabbed Cheng Wang's sleeve, looking at the person in front of him with bright eyes, wishing he could bury his head in it and rub it.

But his sanity prevented him from doing so.

With the roaring sound, Cheng Wang twisted the handlebar of the motorcycle, shifted gears and released the clutch, and then started the accelerator to rush forward.

Song Mingwang's ears were filled with the sound of crackling hailstones falling to the ground, and his own helmet also made a sound of being smashed.

He was a little scared, so he couldn't help but chat with Cheng Wang, "Where did you get the new car?"

Because of the roar of the motorcycle, Song Mingwang almost had to roar to let Cheng Wang hear him speak.

"borrowed."

Cheng Wang's voice was muffled because of the helmet, and Song Mingwang thought that the helmet on his head belonged to the owner of the motorcycle.

They didn't stop all the way to Cheng Huan's house. Even with the helmets covering them, the two of them could be described as a mess, and their clothes were soaked.

"What's the matter with you? Hurry up and take a hot bath, or it won't be fun to catch a cold." Grandma Cheng was startled, and hurriedly let the two of them in.

Cheng Wang took off his helmet and took a deep breath, then picked up the towel that he handed over to wipe his hair first, and asked casually, "Do you wash first or should I wash first?"

"You wash first."

Cheng Wang didn't shirk, nodded, "Then I'll wash it first." After speaking, he picked up the clean clothes and went into the bathroom.

Song Mingwang sat in the living room and looked around. The furnishings and walls here were obviously different from before.

There was an unknown variety show on TV, and he watched it absent-mindedly, his thoughts had already gone to the sky.

The sound insulation in the bathroom is not very good, you can always hear the sound of splashing water coming from inside, Song Mingwang didn't know why he couldn't help but think wildly, he quickly pinched his thigh, and warned those images that were swaying in his mind to be quiet point.

After [-] minutes, Cheng Wang finally came out. He was wearing a clean and crisp white T-shirt, and he could clearly see his good figure, with an excellent shoulder-to-neck ratio, straight back, and slender legs.

The heating in the house was fully turned on. Grandma Cheng was afraid that they would catch a cold, so she deliberately turned on the heating to the maximum, so it wasn't too cold at this time.

"Song Mingwang, it's your turn."

Cheng Huan's voice is very nice, especially when he called Song Mingwang's name, he kept his tone low, which he didn't think much of before, but now it's a bit warm.

"By the way, I forgot your clothes." Cheng Wang looked Song Ming up and down, then went to his room and took out a set of clean clothes, "Wear mine for now."

Song Ming's face turned hot.

"Brand new, never worn." Cheng Wang added.

The heat on Song Mingwang's face subsided again.

"..."

In the end, he couldn't help but glared at Cheng Huang, and he himself felt that his glance was inexplicable, so when he saw Cheng Huang frowning in doubt, he almost hurriedly took his clothes and hid in the bathroom.

The touch of hot water washing over the skin made Song Mingwang temporarily calm down.

He felt that there was something wrong with his attitude towards Cheng Wang now.

Although he likes Cheng Wang, there is no need to feel uneasy because of his words, actions or even expressions.

It's not like himself at all.

Maybe this is liking, Song Mingwang blinked in doubt, and then slowly stroked the position of his heart, he had never experienced this kind of emotion, so he didn't know how to deal with it.

But in any case, he can't go on like this anymore, and he has to return to a very natural state of relationship with Cheng Wang, otherwise he might feel strange about himself.

When Song Ming looked out, he saw Cheng Jue was squatting and teasing the cat. When he heard the door opening, he didn't look up when he knew he had come out, but he called him anyway.

"There are clean towels over there."

Song Mingwang hummed, but didn't go to get it.

He walked up to Cheng Wang, then imitated his appearance and squatted down, trying to have his most natural tone and politely said: "Will it be troublesome for me to come to your house suddenly like this?"

Cheng Wang looked up at him, and smiled playfully, "Don't you think it's too late to say such things now?"

Unconvinced, Song Mingwang retorted: "It's so late, if you don't like it, I'll leave."

As soon as the words came out, he was taken aback, because the tone was too similar to what he would say before, but now he would startle him when he said it by himself.

Cheng Wang was not angry, and even nodded, "It's only now that you make me feel that you are finally normal."

Song Mingwang was annoyed: "What do you mean? You mean I was not normal before?"

Cheng Wang didn't speak, stood up and cast his gaze condescendingly, and patted him on the head.

"sleep early."

Song Mingwang forced himself not to pay attention to the temperature on his head, turned his head away, and when he turned his head, he met a pair of mung bean eyes.

Looking at the little yellow duck that appeared inexplicably in front of him.Song Mingwang: "..."

"You adopted ducks again?" He felt a little unbelievable, because Cheng Wang didn't look like a loving person.

Cheng Wan denied his words, "No, this is just for eating."

"..."

"So small?" I thought Song Mingwang would say it was pitiful, but he didn't expect the next sentence to be "not enough to fit between the teeth".

Cheng Huang smiled, it really seemed like what he would say.

"Let's give him a name." Song Mingwang pinched the little yellow duck's mouth, "How about calling him Roast Duck?"

"Do you like it?" The little yellow duck was caught by its mouth, and could only flap its wings angrily.

"Are you so happy?" Song Mingwang was a little surprised.

Cheng Wang took a look at the pitiful little yellow duck he was pinching, "I think it might not like it."

After tortured for a while, Song Mingwang finally let go of the little yellow duck, stood up and stretched his waist.

Cheng Wang drove the cat back to the cat's nest, then went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of mineral water, paused when he thought of something, and took out another bottle.

"Is there no hot water?" Song Mingwang muttered.

"Fire it yourself." Cheng Wang didn't take it seriously, this time he didn't intend to indulge his delicate temper.

Song Mingwang could only gulp it down in one gulp, like dry white wine.

Cheng Wang looked funny, so he didn't say anything more.

How to sleep is another big problem.

"I sleep on the sofa."

Cheng Wang didn't struggle with this question for too long, he quickly made a decision, and then he was about to come out with the quilt in his arms, but Song Mingwang hurriedly stopped him.

"How can this be done!" He said with a serious expression on his face, "I sent you to sleep on the sofa while staying at your house, what will Grandma Cheng think of me?"

Cheng Huang raised his eyebrows.

Song Mingwang said again: "My mother said that you should not cause trouble to others. I have already caused you a lot of trouble. If I let you sleep on the sofa, I will not be able to sleep." He was not completely lying.

Cheng Wang looked at Song Mingwang who was blushing anxiously in front of him, and he could tell that he was not simply being polite.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at him, "Really?"

Song Mingwang hurriedly nodded heavily.

In the end, Song Mingwang's wish was finally fulfilled, and Cheng Wang still lay on the same bed with him, but the two of them used two quilts, and the separation was clear.

Song Mingwang never had the habit of sharing a bed with anyone, let alone Cheng Wang, so he tossed and turned on the bed and couldn't fall asleep.

Hearing that the movement around him was getting louder, Cheng Wang directly pulled the quilt to cover his head.

"Believe it or not, I'll throw you out."

Song Mingwang struggled to get his head out of the quilt, his fluffy black hair was messy.

The reason why he must sleep with Cheng Huang is pure, that is, to get closer to him.

Certainly not that kind of intimacy.

He just hopes that the two of them can be promoted from being at the same table to good friends who can share a bed.

At this moment, Song Mingwang's mobile phone on the bedside table rang, because the cabinet was over there, so it was Cheng Wang who stood up, took it and handed it to him.

When I opened it, it turned out to be Song Yulan. She must have woken up and saw the missed call.

"Baby, what's the matter? It's very late for you, why do you think of calling me? Do you miss your mother?"

"Mom!" Song Mingwang hurriedly stopped her from continuing.

Because the room was very quiet, so quiet that the person next to him could clearly hear the words on the other end of the phone.

He noticed that Cheng Wang seemed to be smiling, he couldn't tell whether it was a sneer or a mockery, but it was pretty much the same anyway.

No matter if you are laughing at him calling mom at such an age, or at what Song Yulan said, it is not a good thing.

"It's okay for you to stay alone at home. Your grandma has suffered from an old heart problem these days, and my mother is worried, so I have to stay here with her."

"It's okay, I can do it by myself." Song Mingwang didn't dare tell her that he lived in someone else's house.

"That's fine. Remember to call mom if you have anything to do. Don't turn off the phone in the middle of the call like last time. I was scared to death at that time. Do you know?"

"I see."

"Then let's do this first, you go to bed early."

"OK Bye Bye."

After hanging up the phone, Song Mingwang looked at Shang Cheng with a smile that was not a smile, and he raised his eyebrows, "I didn't expect you to lie."

Song Mingwang's face was red, but he still couldn't forget to speak hard, "It's none of your business."

"You are sleeping on my bed and still say it's none of my business?" Cheng Wan didn't change his face.

Annoyed, Song Ming pulled the quilt over his head, wishing he could bury himself in it, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm going to sleep!"

An imperceptible smile appeared in Cheng Juan's eyes, and he reached out to turn off the desk lamp.

The person over there in the darkness completely forgot his promise just now, and became restless again. After a few minutes, seeing him still like that, Cheng Wang finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"If you mess around again, I'll throw you on the sofa."

These words finally calmed Song Mingwang, and he slowly poked his head out from under the quilt, like a small animal carefully poking out of its shell, but the small animal didn't have such rich expressions as his.

Song Mingwang said pitifully, "I seem to really miss my mother."

Cheng Wang sighed inaudibly.

Song Mingwang reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes, "Can I sleep like this?"

Cheng Wang didn't say whether he could or couldn't, Song Mingwang directly took his attitude as acquiescence, clutching his hem tightly as if trying to grasp that poor sense of security.

The thunder outside continued, but Song Mingwang suddenly felt less afraid.

"Where did your mother go?"

Before Song Mingwang could answer, Cheng Wang said to himself, "Britain?"

"You overheard us?"

Cheng Huang corrected calmly, "You guys are too loud."

Song Mingwang turned around and turned around, resting his head on the pillow with one hand.