Quietly giving birth to a cub to amaze his father

Before going out, Cong Ru asked He Songyu again, "Do you want to change clothes and dress up?"

He Songyu raised his eyebrows, "Why should I dress up?"

Cong Ru's attitude towards He Songyu seemed to have changed because he was going to the nightclub. At that moment, he regarded him as a brother who wanted to play together, and he was less wary of He Songyu from the mentality.

Some straight men have a good temperament because of this. What have you done to me, you are angry, and it will be counted later. With friendship, it is like drinking. If you don’t know each other, you can also call each other brothers.

Cong Ru's thoughts on He Songyu are the same as above, almost the same reason.

He glanced at He Songyu's clothes in disapproval, then looked at his face and said, "Your face is fine, and the younger sisters there probably like your style, but it seems that they don't go to play often. .”

He Songyu: "Is my face long enough?"

Cong Ru thought that he was doubting what he said, he glanced casually at first, but now he put his gaze on it carefully, from He Songyu's eyebrows, eyes, nose bridge to his lips, his facial features are very three-dimensional, visible to the naked eye Soul heroism.

The kind that makes people blurt out "handsome" when they meet him for the first time. Although his skin is cold and white, he is not feminine. Even because of his cold complexion, even his handsome eyebrows and eyes have a high-end texture like winter snow.

Cong Ru stared at his neck again, the man's jaw line was straight, and the Band-Aid was just pasted next to his Adam's apple, and then the protruding Adam's apple slid up and down sexyly, Cong Ru inadvertently met He Songyu's unpredictable eyes , his mind slowed down for a second, still thinking about what his Adam's apple was moving just now.

Words blurted out, "You are quite handsome, there must be women who like your style."

He couldn't wait to take He Songyu out to prostitute.

And he stroked his hair stinkingly, looked at He Songyu and said with a provocative smile: "It's just that he is worse than me in temperament, not as handsome as me."

He smelled like a libertine when he smiled, and he was not pretending to be a libertine. It was the charm he developed through dancing that contributed to the combination of his good-looking appearance, figure and national style. There is a word called suave, and now he is alive It appeared in He Songyu's eyes.

Cong Ru reconfirmed that her dress was okay, and her artistic vision was not much worse, and she was not so aesthetically pleasing, so how could she be sought after by others.

His sister in the nightclub like him today should also like it, so he should have a chance to relieve the emotions that have been accumulated for several days. He quietly glanced at He Songyu, hoping that the other party would also fall in love with the nightclub as he wished. which woman.

Why is he still staring at him?Cong Ru pretended to ask casually: "What's the matter, I still have extra time, none of my clothes are suitable for you, why don't you go out and buy two for a look."

This speech is very angry, it looks like a prodigal son who often hangs out at nightclubs.

Li Hui's eyes towards Cong Ru were full of disdain and vague jealousy, "Hmph, walking Teddy."

Cong Ru didn't deal with him, Li Hui was too small in his heart, and directly replaced the image of the grand-in-law, as if he was a little court lady who didn't know anything from outside.

"Can Teddy compare to me?" Cong Ru casually taunted back, "My body must be at least a wolfhound. I think you look like that bullying little thing."

As if attracted by his comparison of his unconsciousness to a "wolf dog", He Songyu looked his body up and down, his eyes were so obvious that Cong Ru, who was mocking Li Hui, could feel it, so He Songyu stared at him in astonishment Vigilant eyes said: "Yes, you are right."

Cong Ru thought that He Songyu was praising him, agreed with his statement about his mighty figure, and proudly raised his eyebrows at Li Hui, but the next second he felt something was wrong.

How could he be so happy because of He Songyu's words, this man is not a good guy, he would praise himself so easily?

There must be some conspiracy brewing.

For a while, Cong Ru's interest in going to the nightclub was reduced by half, his eyelids drooped slightly, and he looked like a mighty wolf dog that had changed, only missing a pair of ears and a tail.

The light in He Songyu's eyes flickered: I have to make arrangements for him.

Cong Ru's scalp felt cold, her back felt cold, and she turned her head to look to the left. In the car, He Songyu seemed to be recuperating with her eyes closed. In front, Li Hui opened the car fender and looked at his rough old face in the mirror. Cong Ru turned over. Rolling eyes shifted from Zhou Yang who was driving quietly to He Songyu's face.

To be honest, this man's eyes are too sharp and energetic, so few people dare to look at him. Cong Ru is too angry, and he dared to compete with He Songyu because he couldn't bear the humiliation before. Others, when they touched each other for the first time, they already lowered their brows and bowed their heads, losing the wind.

Only if he doesn't open his eyes now can Cong Ru observe him through the night light outside the car.

He had a question in his mind, and he was always curious to ask He Songyu, did he and Qi Luwei divorce because of him, if so, it would be a sin.

If not, why did you get married in the first place?

He was lost in thought, and He Songyu suddenly opened his eyes, met Shang Congru's dazed gaze, and asked lightly, "What are you looking at?"

When Cong Ru was caught, he just froze for a moment, guilty or not, but the undisguised curiosity on his face made He Songyu take the initiative to talk to him, "What do you want to ask?"

He was so generous, Cong Ru was a little embarrassed, and felt that his thoughts just now were too self-indulgent.

"It's nothing."

Cong Ru sat far away from him, and spontaneously took out her mobile phone to send a message.

But he heard He Songyu say something.

Cong Ru, who was focused on her mobile phone, didn't hear clearly, until her ankle was rubbed by He Songyu's leather shoes, and Cong Ru turned her head to look at him half-dubly, "What, what did you ask me just now?"

He Songyu's leather shoes did not leave Cong Ru's ankles, and the hard leather was against Cong Ru's skin, which made him feel a little uncomfortable and moved his legs away. He Songyu didn't know whether he was looking at his shoes or at him. legs.

After Cong Ru pulled away, she looked back at his face and asked him inexplicably, "What type of dog do you like?"

Cong Ru thought that he was going to continue the topic before going out and discuss the dogs he likes with himself, and said casually: "Large dogs, Rottweilers, wolfhounds, border collies, hounds, etc. I like majestic ones."

Majestic... He Songyu raised his eyelids when he heard this.

This is the same as men like everything big, long, and fierce.

"But I like it. I don't plan to raise it myself. It's too troublesome to raise it."

"I can raise him." He Songyu stared at Cong Ru, spoke slowly, and pointedly said: "I can raise him well and make him the most majestic dog."

Cong Ru noticed the strangeness, and was uncomfortable being stared at by He Songyu, and he didn't want to show weakness. He was frightened by the abyss-like ink color in the other party's eyes, and said casually: "Really, your dog, do you want to look at me?" You can raise it however you want, it has nothing to do with me."

In order to clarify the relationship, he also deliberately added a sentence later, just to prevent He Songyu from making his mind on him.

He Songyu clearly understood his careful thoughts. From the corner of the eye, he glanced coldly at Cong Ru's side face staring at the phone, retracted his gaze, and tapped his fingers on his knees. There was no sound at all, but Cong Ru was attracted to him. There was a sense of nervous tension.

He grabbed his phone, flicked through several apps, and saw the sign of the nightclub in his distraction.

The old acquaintance Pang Deyao stood at the door, saw Cong Ru, immediately took off the cigarette from his mouth, walked up quickly and hugged his shoulders intimately, and was about to walk in. "Congcong, how long has it been since you came, you miss me so much."

He is a burly man with full beards, holding a slender young man in his arms, like a beast and a prince. Li Hui jumped from the picture, looked at Pang Deyao cautiously, and gave Zhou Yang a blow With winks, it feels like meeting someone of the same kind.

This kind of person does not refer to their industry, but to his aura and style.

"Hey, wait."

Li Hui stopped them, "Is there any manners? Our boss is still here. Cong, is it reasonable for you to cuddle with people like this?"

When Cong Ru saw Pang Deyao, it was the same as before. He almost forgot about He Songyu. When he looked back, the other party's dark eyes were facing his direction. It was as if he was watching his dog disobedient, leaving his master and running away alone.

Cong Ru was startled by his own thoughts, and when he looked again, He Songyu had already walked towards him. Pang Deyao didn't recognize him, so he stopped where he was and asked Cong Ru, "Song Cong, who is he?"

Cong Ru was stared at by He Songyu, her heart was shaking, and she responded in a daze, "Other people's husband."

Pang Deyao didn't hear clearly, "What?"

He Songyu pulled Cong Ru away from Pang Deyao. His movements were too natural and tough, which made Pang Deyao let go unconsciously. Moreover, the other party followed two people, which seemed not easy to provoke.

Li Hui went up to separate Pang Deyao, "Hey, who are you, why are you dragging my brother?"

"Fatty, it's okay...all of them are brought by me, together." Cong Ru was pressed on the shoulder by He Songyu, with half of his back leaning on his chest. He Songyu was much taller than him, and lowered his head slightly Staring at Cong Ru's side face.

"What kind of friend is he?"

Cong Ru felt like a husband who was checked by his wife. It was a strange question. The two of them didn’t know each other very well, so why did they care about the friends they made with each other, but he was held by He Songyu, and that hand seemed to say, If he didn't answer He Songyu satisfactorily, that hand could crush the bones on his shoulder.

Cong Ru: "Have you heard of my childhood sweetheart? This is my 'Qingmei'."

He stared at He Songyu, "Don't get so close to me."

He Songyu glanced at the bearded man who was separated by Li Hui and came up to talk, hooked his lips, and said to Cong Ru: "You 'green plum' is so sour."

The first time Cong Ru saw him, it was not a sarcasm, but a natural amused smile, as if he had told some funny joke, there was a joke in his eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was like a firefly flashing by in the dark night. There was a hint of unscrupulous banditry on his handsome and moving face.

If Cong Ru was a woman, his heart would already be pounding for him at this time, but Cong Ru only felt hot on his face, and his sisters in the night scene said he was a wild and sexy boy.

If he saw He Songyu's smile just now, he would definitely change his title there, the father of wild and sexy.

Hold.A bit regretful, this made Cong Ru feel that his masculinity was being violated, like animals vying for territory, and a swaggering lion came to his territory.

The Spice Girls Nightclub lives up to its name, and anyone who isn’t a Spice Girl can’t get in.

Listening to the deafening joy inside, the younger sisters in Qi B's short skirts under the ambiguous lights, what kind of navy style, BM style, big bare back, small collarbone, and small waist, each one is more beautiful and charming than the other.

Cong Ru also admired these girls sometimes, for he was able to grasp a wonderful scale between innocence and coquettishness, he was not the kind of person who would say that girls were coquettish just because they were dressed in dewy clothes, he wanted to seduce men.

Seeing Cong Ru's admiring eyes staring at the women passing by, some of them saw the faces of Cong Ru and He Songyu clearly in the dim light, and they froze for a few seconds, showing amazing smiles, and were startled by a pair of cold eyes just as they were about to strike up a conversation .

He Songyu approached Cong Ru calmly and said, "Remember what you are here for."

The nightclub was too noisy, and you could only hear what the other party said if you were so close, but He Songyu's lips were already pressed against Cong Ru's ears, and unlike the temperature of his hands, those lips were extraordinarily hot.

Cong Ru's mood fluttered by the atmosphere of the night scene was suddenly interrupted by He Songyu's lips, her heart skipped a beat, she covered her ears, and stared at him in surprise.

The DJ's drumbeat hit his chest one after another, and Cong Ru was dragged by He Songyu to an open space where there were few people. Pang Deyao waved to them, indicating to take the elevator and go upstairs to talk.

Cong Ru couldn't believe what happened just now, and asked angrily, "Why did you bite me, your mouth is so hot, did you drink boiled water?"

He Songyu was amused by the way he spoke, and there was a faint smile in his cold eyes, but what he said made the passers-by look terrified.

"Is my mouth hot?" He Songyu: "How about biting off your ear to make a specimen."