I cried, I pretended

Song Mingwang was drunk and dazed, but drunk he was obviously much quieter than usual.

I saw him leaning on Cheng Wang's shoulder, staring blankly at the barbecue on the table, the meat on the barbed wire made the sound of splashing oil, this sound attracted him for some reason, but fortunately, no matter what, he Finally stopped for a while.

He was quite deceptive when he didn't speak. He was good-looking, with slightly natural curly hair, and his pupils were lighter in color and looked as transparent as amber, which looked different from most people's pupils.

But it only stopped for a while, and Song Mingwang hiccupped again, and this loud hiccup pulled him out of that dazed state.

His eyes gradually focused, and he seemed to be more awake.

Cheng Wang took advantage of this time to separate him from himself.

On the other side, Jiang Qingqing plucked up the courage to approach Cheng Huang under the encouragement of several girls.

"Cheng Wang, can you roast the meat for me? I can't do it no matter what, I'm so stupid."

She stuck out her tongue after she finished speaking, with a girlish and playful look, as if she also felt shy, and most boys would not refuse this look.

But Cheng Wang glanced at her, and said flatly, "It's fine if you have hands."

Jiang Qingqing froze with embarrassment on her face, bit her lip and left.

Most people in the class didn't notice their interaction, and they wouldn't be surprised if they did. After all, Cheng Wang's temperament was like that, and he would reject people he didn't like very cleanly, and he wouldn't save any face at all.

Song Mingwang couldn't help hiccupping again.

Cheng Wang pushed him away and saw that he was awake, and said, "Do you have a habit of throwing up when you're drunk?"

"?"

"Don't spit on me when you're drunk."

When Song Mingwang regained consciousness, he felt his stomach empty and a little hungry. Looking at the delicious, oily and juicy barbecue, his stomach grunted unceremoniously.

He seemed to have thought of something, and said slowly: "Well... isn't your store a Korean barbecue restaurant? Why is the store manager not Korean? Does this count as deceiving consumers? If anyone complains, the store will be closed, do you know? Know."

Cheng Wang looked at him expressionlessly and said nothing.

Song Mingwang waved his hands, squinting his eyes to observe his expression: "Of course, I'm not threatening you, I just think I'm drunk, I'm afraid the meat won't be roasted well, and if the meat is burnt, I won't be able to eat it well, I won't be able to eat it well If I don’t, I will be in a bad mood, and if I’m in a bad mood, I might raise…”

Cheng Wang stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth, expressionless: "Shut up, you know?"

Seeing that Cheng Juan really roasted the meat for him, Song Mingwang felt elated that he had turned over and won the battle, and commanded him majesticly.Cheng Wangdang didn't hear it.

It has to be said that it is also a barbecue action, but Cheng Wang did it smoothly and pleasing to the eye.

Those good-looking hands deftly turned the meat over and put it in Song Mingwang's bowl.

"Professionals are different."

Song Mingwang chewed contentedly, as if he was interested, and mumbled with the meat in his mouth: "Do you know the fiber structure of meat..."

"I don't want to know." Cheng Wang interrupted him directly, and said coldly: "You can't stop your mouth even if you eat."

Tang Tan also drank too much. Watching Cheng Wang stuff meat into Song Mingwang's mouth, he began to imitate the greasy food on TV and joked: "Brother Wang, I want to feed you too."

Cheng Huan: "..."

Tang Tan was obviously also a person who would go crazy when he was drunk, and he started to hook up with people again, pointing at Song Mingwang and laughing out loud: "Haha, you can see that his bangs are almost long, Song Mingwang, who cut it for you before?" , so stupid fuck haha."

Tang Tan was laughing unceremoniously, when he suddenly saw Cheng Wang throwing a cold glance at him, he couldn't laugh immediately.

Fuck, what do you think he is doing?I meant the idiot who cut the hair and didn't say him.

……Depend on!No way!

When Tang Qin thought of that possibility, he felt that the sky was falling apart, and he woke up more than half of his wine.

"The dog bit it." Song Mingwang became angry when he mentioned this, and Cheng Wang deliberately cut his hair and caused him to lose the book.

Tian Mengmeng said: "Isn't it? It's really a dog's bite."

The rest of the people immediately laughed too, even Xu Su, who was always gentle, had a faint smile in his eyes.

Jiang Qingqing originally wanted to laugh with everyone, but when she saw Cheng Wang put the roasted meat in Song Mingwang's bowl, she couldn't laugh anymore.

...

It is said that people will completely forget what happened after being drunk. Song Ming wished that such a good thing didn't happen to him. Until now, he still clearly remembers what happened in the barbecue restaurant that day.

Not only did he talk to Cheng Wang, but he also foolishly asked him to add WeChat, and in the end the stalker was about to get his hands on it.

After Song Mingwang woke up, he looked at the chat dialog box on WeChat. The first sentence was "I heard that you won a prize for your composition in junior high school?"

He patted his stiff face. If he remembered correctly, he should have wanted to ask about the composition like a cat's paw in his heart at that time, but he couldn't bear to ask face to face.

It is basically impossible for him to ask such a thing in front of Cheng Wang in a waking state.

So he added WeChat and wanted to ask him about it.

Cheng Huan's WeChat profile picture is a night sky, one can tell at a glance that it was taken casually, not an online picture found, and the name is a few uppercase English letters. Song Mingwang guessed that it might be the abbreviation of his girlfriend's pinyin initials.

But I didn't expect that after I sent the message, it was like a stone sinking into the sea.

"Are you talking? Why ignore me?"

"I am angry."

"I'm really pissed."

"Currently, recklessly, recklessly, recklessly."

"! I was typing and suddenly realized that both of us are Wang."

"Wang Wang, Wang Wang, you see if there is a fate, since there is such a fate, can you talk about the composition."

"Would you like to tell me, have you ever won a composition award? Are you ignoring people?"

"Give you three more seconds."

"Three, two, one."

"You're done!"

He was already unconscious when he was drunk, so he sent more than a dozen messages to question him, but there was still no reply, probably because he didn't want to talk to him.

At that time, he was still drunk, so he got angry and blacked out Cheng Huang, because he ignored him anyway.

"Look, come out and have breakfast."

Today is the weekend, and Ms. Song Yulan does not go to work. She wakes up early in the morning and makes a hearty breakfast for her son.

Song Mingwang threw the phone aside and went to the living room for dinner.

"Son, wash your hands and come over to eat. Mom has warmed up your favorite banana milk." Song Yulan greeted him as soon as she saw him.

After Song Mingwang sat down, he picked up the bread and took a bite.

"Look, where did you and your classmate go to play yesterday? You smelled of alcohol, and when your classmate sent you back, I thought someone had gone through the wrong door."

"We're off to a barbecue."

"Oh, it's good for classmates to get together, but speaking of it, the boy who sent you back yesterday was your classmate, right? He's pretty good-looking, tall, and polite." Although his face was cold, Song Yulan did not say this sentence.

Song Mingwang muttered in disapproval, how could he be polite.

"You have a good relationship with him, right?" Song Yulan was a little relieved, thinking that her son could finally have friends. "Others will send you home in person, and you should be kind enough to say thank you when you see someone again."

How come the relationship is good.

That's because he finally drank some wine yesterday and clamored to go home, but Cheng Wang used the excuse of sending him off to leave early.

Don't think he can't see that he doesn't want to be there.

Song Yulan saw his awkward face and pouted Lao Gao, she couldn't help smiling, and patted his head.

It seems that forcing him to go to school is not a bad decision, at least he is much more lively now than before.

In the past, I used to be bored in the room doing problems, doing experiments and doing messy research, basically never leaving the house, and my self-care ability and social skills were completely zero.

"By the way, didn't I ask you to practice taekwondo before? I signed up for boxing classes for you. It's in a nearby martial arts gym. It's very close. When you have time, go and take a look."

"I don't want it." Song Mingwang quickly shook his head.

Song Yulan's expression darkened, she lowered her head slightly, and her eyes turned red, "Mom doesn't want to force you, but since your father left, mother is making money and supporting you by herself, and she is always afraid that she can't do well. Mom is old. Now, it's a woman again, if you are bullied, who will protect you?"

Song Mingwang couldn't stand her like this the most, so he hurriedly said, "I'll go, I'll go, can't I go?"

Song Yulan immediately stopped her tears, and wiped the corners of her eyes gracefully, as if she had been crying for a while.

For her son, this trick is tried and tested.

"Go to take a shower after eating, you smell of alcohol all over your body."

"understood."

Song Mingwang knew that he had been cheated again, but he had already spoken, so he nodded wearily.

On the other side, Cheng Wang was taking off the clothes from the drying rack in the yard, and putting them on himself.

The black T-shirt I found randomly was bought for him by Cheng Juan's grandma at a street stall.

But his figure was originally tall and straight, with a standard head-to-shoulder ratio. No matter what kind of clothes you put on him, it can become a perfect hanger.

"Wonderful, is your coat dry? What if you catch a cold?"

"It's done." Cheng Wang casually kicked the bucket away from him, frowned, "Grandma, don't call me Huang Wang."

The old man lying on the wicker chair combed his hair meticulously. He was wearing a navy blue floral padded jacket and held a fat orange cat in his arms. Even at the same age, grandma will also call you arrogant."

Cheng Wang knew that the old man couldn't be persuaded, so he let her go, he brushed the cat's hair casually, "I have already made breakfast, you don't need to wash after eating, your legs and feet are inconvenient, wait for me to wash when I come back. "

"Got it, is it a part-time job again?"

"Not really, Uncle Wu asked me to help him in his martial arts gym for a few days."

He was not at home when his grandma fainted before, and it was Uncle Wu who found out and sent him to the hospital.He still has to help with this. "

"Okay, okay, it's not a fight anyway."

Walking to the inner room, Cheng Wang went to his own room to pack things, opened the pillow and picked up the phone under it, and when he opened it, more than a dozen unread messages popped up.

Basically they all come from the same person.

The portrait is Einstein.

Cheng Huan frowned. He took a shower and went to bed after he came back last night. His mobile phone was habitually turned on silent and then he pressed it under the pillow. He didn't know why he sent so many messages to himself.

But if he didn't reply to him, he must be very angry.

Cheng Huan tapped on the screen with his fingers, and finally typed a few words to send back.

As a result, I saw a red exclamation mark as soon as I sent it out.

"..."

Hold.