Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

Under the strong pressure, Song Zui's whole body went numb, and his slender tailbone trembled all over, but he held on to the railing in front of him and said nothing.

Because the passage was narrow and couldn't tolerate the opponent's squeeze in, he could only take a deep breath, and tried his best to make a distance by turning sideways.

The blank space left gave him room to breathe, but the man was obviously dissatisfied. Not only did he not leave the passage, but he brazenly occupied the only space he had.

He was almost stuck on the railing, his body was shaking up and down unsteadily, and he felt like he was going to be knocked down. The hand holding the railing turned white, and the other party wrapped his arms around his waist as if forcing him to answer.

The kiss in this position could only fall behind his ear, accompanied by the familiar light and heavy, he couldn't resist at all, he could only turn his face away and shake his head.

After getting the answer, He Shanting lifted the shy boy away from the corridor. He liked to hold Song Zui in his arms and kiss him.

Because I could see the blush on the beautiful collarbone, and I could hear the grunting voice of the usually stubborn boy, lying on the bed and trying to cover his blushing face with his hands, but he pulled it away brutally.

After being pulled away three times, the boy couldn't bear it anymore and lay on the bed, his face buried in the soft pillow shyly, but his plump buttocks turned up, and he closed his lustful eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, He Shanting carried the sleeping boy to the bathroom, and when he passed the desk, he caught a glimpse of the school schedule pasted on the desk.

There is no class this morning.

He Shanting settled down and continued to walk to the bathroom. After putting the cleaned boy on the bed, he sat down at the desk and called Dr. Chen.

"Did he come to see you?"

Doctor Chen on the other side of the phone couldn't guess what He Shanting was thinking, so he suppressed the panic in his heart and said, "Song Zui asked about your condition in the morning."

He Shanting raised his sharp eyebrows, Dr. Chen has always been a bluffer, no wonder Song Zui almost regarded him as a terminal cancer patient when he came back.

"Don't make him think too much."

He Shanting watched the young man hang up the phone, and wiped the cat hair on the bamboo and wood on the table. There was always a slight creaking sound in his ears, like a knife scratching the smooth glass surface, causing him a headache.

He lay on the bed and hugged the sleeping boy, and closed his blue eyes listening to the shallow breathing in his arms, as if the noisy world had suddenly become quiet.

Song Zui was woken up by Dr. Chen's phone call on the weekend. He woke up immediately after being drowsy. He sat up and took a breath of air after being tortured for too long yesterday.

"Is there a problem?"

Dr. Chen's attitude towards him has never been lukewarm, as if he was deliberately guarding against something, but today Dr. Chen was uncharacteristically enthusiastic, wishing to put his arm around his shoulder and make out.

"I may not have made it clear yesterday." Dr. Chen said sincerely, "Although the cause of the disease is likely to be genetically determined and cannot be cured, the disease can be controlled through treatment. He's pharmaceutical company is developing new drugs every year. To Mr. He You don't need to worry about such patients at all."

Hearing Dr. Chen's words, Song Zui finally realized that He Shanting is not a patient who has nowhere to seek medical treatment. The He family has acquired many pharmaceutical companies. If He Shanting can't control the disease, then no one can control the disease.

Even so, he still couldn't bear the worry in his heart. Dr. Chen continued on the phone: "In fact, controlling the disease is no different from a normal person. Less than [-]% of the diseases can be cured in medicine. Facing it calmly may be a problem." The best way, you are too nervous these days, come and check your body when you have time."

Song Zui could hear the comfort in Dr. Chen's words. Even though he didn't say a word of worry in front of He Shanting, he was so nervous that the water he handed over would blow cold.

"Thank you."

After the phone call with Dr. Chen, the heavy pressure in his heart seemed to disappear. The natural disease cannot be changed but can be controlled.

Song Zui put down his phone and was about to get out of bed, but his buttocks were sore, he lifted his clothes expressionlessly to check his waist, and there were red marks on his waist.

Don't know how many times I did it yesterday.

He suddenly didn't worry about He Shanting anymore. Good people don't live long enough to cause harm to the millennium, and an old animal like He Shanting must live a thousand years.

Even though his back was sore, he still slowly got out of bed and walked to the desk, nothing could stop him from studying.

Books by category were piled neatly on the table. When he opened the field theory textbook, he saw his bamboo and wood copy. Anyway, he didn't pay much attention to the fact that the book was locked.

However, he casually glanced at the book, and what made him dumbfounded was that the lock on the bamboo book was unlocked. He realized that he forgot to close it last time he took it out, and put it on the table so blatantly.

Put it for two full days.

The blood in Song Zui's body froze immediately, even though they were together, he still didn't want to tell He Shanting that he liked each other a long time ago, in case the other party's already inflated self-confidence was too inflated.

His brain was spinning calmly at high speed.

If He Shanting saw the words in the notebook, he would definitely not be able to help asking him what he meant. If he didn't take any action, he probably didn't see it. Thinking of this, his hanging heart was relieved.

Song Zui's congealed blood resumed flowing, but he immediately thought of another possibility.

What if He Shanting recognized him long ago?Maybe he chuckled when he saw the words in the book.

I can't read the field theory book in my hand.

Song Zui told himself that the possibility was too small, he calmly closed the lock on the notebook, calmly put the accident notebook on the shelf, but he still couldn't read it.

Forget it.

He was going to have breakfast to calm down first, and when he went downstairs to the living room, he saw Song Tiantian buried in canned food.

Because of well-known reasons, Song Tiantian has lived a life of luxurious canned food every day. He has forgotten that the purpose of naming the cat was to persuade the little cat to study hard every day, but Song Tiantian is obviously not interested in learning, and prefers to squat on the sofa and stretch his legs. Watching TV with a long neck.

If there is no result, Song Tiantian is especially good at counting his canned food. Wu Zhen urged him to sign up for next month's cat competition. The competition is divided into physical and mental events, and he can only choose one to register.

He asked He Shanting who was reading a magazine on the sofa: "What project do you think Song Tiantian can win if he signs up for it?"

If Wu Zhen were here, he would definitely boast that he can win in any event. After all, who would not listen to good words, but He Shanting commented lightly: "It is better than weight."

Song Zui turned his head and looked at the scale in silence. The other kittens were fluffy and puffy, but Song Tiantian was just a bald medicine ball, maybe he could really win.

However, the little cat can't hear fat words. Song Zui saw the unbelievable shock from Song Tiantian's cat eyes. The little cat didn't eat any food and ran away aggrieved. Song Zui guessed that it regretted getting up in the middle of the night to open the door for He Shanting.

Sure enough, the bourgeoisie cannot unite.

The young man embraced Song Tiantian who was in grief and hunger strike, comforting him: "Don't listen to his nonsense about what's wrong, I'll buy you beautiful clothes tomorrow."

After the words fell, the instigator looked over, obviously implying something, Song Zui could only sigh, "I'll buy it for you too!"

Who the hell would be jealous with a kitten, Song Zui thought for a while, luckily they met after they broke up, otherwise what would it be like to be unhappy every day.

Thinking about the notebook, he pretended to be calm and probed: "By the way, why did you agree to me living in the He family?"

It is a miracle in Xu Ning's social history that He Shanting agreed to this matter. If there is no other reason, he suggested that Xu Ning write it in the epitaph.

He Shanting flipped through the magazine lazily.

"Look how pitiful you are."

Although he seemed to be describing the unwanted puppy Gou, at least he didn't recognize him. The boy sat down on the upholstered dining chair with a sigh of relief, and lowered his head to drink the seafood porridge sprinkled with black matsutake.

Song Zui drank the porridge slowly, feeling a sense of secrecy in his heart that only he knew the secret. Only he knew that the two met three years ago, and the memory of the other was not as good as that of a blind man.

Men would watch TV after finishing art magazines, the teenager drank a glass of milk and said, "Oh, I remember you didn't watch TV before."

When he lived in the Southwest, it was the TV he asked to buy. At that time, He Shanting seemed to be living in a high tower, elegant and restrained. It was hard to imagine that he would be the same person as the male model who was addicted to TV shopping.

He Shanting fixed the channel and changed the channel.

The boy spoke words that he thought only he understood, full of a strong sense of superiority.

"I thought you thought cartoons were childish."

"You didn't sit on the sofa and eat before, did you?"

"It's terrible that you started eating celery dice."

And He Shanting quietly watched the young man pretend to be aggressive.

The author has something to say: Tingting: Oh, I already knew that.