After being dressed as cannon fodder, I tear up the script

The dark garden made it almost impossible to see clearly, Song Jingxi was pushed and almost fell to the ground.

"Song Yang, you are sick!"

Song Jingxi didn't need to guess who was the one who could bring him out of the side hall of Song's house with his mouth covered.

Except for the two lunatics Song Yang and Song Muchen, no one tripped him up today.

After Song Jingxi finished speaking, his body that had just stood still was picked up again by someone.

The man's unfriendly expression appeared in front of her, only those eyes were shining against the light.

"Song Jingxi, do you really think that because grandpa protected you, you can be lawless?" Song Yang spoke in a low voice, sounding like he wanted to swallow Song Jingxi alive, "It didn't work out, but the complaint was very serious."

"Complaint? What kind of complaint?"

After Song Jingxi finished asking, he was thrown by him, pressing his neck against the car window.

In the carriage, Song Muchen's face turned pale, and he looked not energetic, but Song Jingxi didn't know the specific reason.

Song Yang seemed to exert all his strength, and the tiger's mouth was stuck on his neck without any slack. Song Jingxi felt suffocated, the car window was pressed against his throat, and the air in his body was almost drained.

Song Yang wanted to kill himself.

Song Jingxi tried his best to earn a bit, but the commotion was too loud, which woke up Song Muchen in the carriage.

Seeing Song Yang pressing Song Jingxi and Song Jingxi looking like he was out of breath, he was startled.

Although he felt relieved, but also afraid, Song Muchen said, "Song Yang, it's okay, do you want to kill someone?"

After Song Muchen finished saying this, Song Jingxi clearly felt the hand behind his neck loosen.

He gasped for breath, then took a few steps back, "Song Yang, what are you trying to do by arresting me?"

"Brother Muchen, don't you feel ashamed because you were beaten like this by grandpa? I want you to kneel down and apologize to brother."

Song Yang brought up that set of strong and unreasonable theories again, Song Jingxi only felt that he was out of his mind.

What Song Changan hit should not be Song Muchen, but Song Yang's brain.

"You were beaten by grandpa?"

Song Jingxi ignored Song Yang, and looked at Song Muchen through the car window from a distance, "Where is the injury? Is it serious?"

Song Muchen didn't say a word, he just felt ashamed when Song Jingxi found out about it, he wished Song Jingxi didn't know about it, who knew that this idiot Song Yang would actually bring someone here.

Song Yang didn't notice Song Muchen's expression at all. Seeing that Song Muchen didn't speak, he said angrily, "Grandpa hit my brother on the back with a thorn, and now his flesh is bloody. When you were having fun at the dinner table, Brother Muchen is still suffering here." Well, because of you, brother is not even allowed to enter the gate now."

Song Jingxi smiled, but didn't laugh out loud, "What does that have to do with me? Did you bring me here to make me laugh? Song Muchen didn't say anything. Why are you a dog guessing at the owner's wishes at will? Don't you see how stinky your master's face is now?"

"You...!" Song Yang didn't know how many times he was slapped by Song Jingxi today, but when he looked over to Song Muchen, what he saw was really the other's dark face.

"You brought me here and wanted me to kneel down and apologize to Song Muchen?" Song Jingxi smiled, "Your face is really big."

"First of all, it's Song Muchen himself who ruined Grandpa's banquet first. That's why he was punished by Grandpa. It has nothing to do with me."

"Secondly, if you have time to talk to me about this, you might as well drive your good brother to the hospital to have a look."

"Finally, if you really care about Song Muchen so much, you won't be happier than me at the dinner table just now. Song Yang, who are you showing your self-impression?"

Song Yang was speechless by what he said, but he was just angry and aggrieved.

"You want to hit me, right?" Song Jingxi pointed to his face, "Come on, hit me here, if you can't beat me to death today, tomorrow you will be punished together with your brother."

"And you," Song Jingxi approached suddenly, clapping his hands on the roof of the car, which surprised Song Muchen in the car, "You didn't beat me before, did you? How does it feel to be beaten now?"

Song Muchen kept his face pale and said nothing, just gritted his teeth and lowered his eyes.

"Take care of your own hands and feet, don't use your brains as decorations, if you can't think of a good way to frame me, hold back for me, don't be like now, and blame me for being stupid superior."

"Punishments are not engraved on your brains, and no one wants to donate your brains for experiments."

Song Jingxi loosened the bow tie around his neck, and felt his voice burning hot at the moment, "I probably have a wound on my neck, who do you think will be served by the family law tomorrow?"

Song Jingxi put down these words, turned around and left.

Song Yang originally wanted to catch up, but Song Muchen stopped him directly, "Do you still think that the trouble you caused is not big enough?"

Song Yang froze in place, and said aggrievedly, "I just want to help you vent your anger..."

"Idiot," Song Muchen scolded him fiercely, gritted his back teeth ferociously, and said after holding back for a while, "Forget it, if grandpa mentions it tomorrow, you will say that I ordered you."

"Brother, no..."

"Shut up, damn it, drive me to the hospital." Song Muchen kicked the driver's seat irritably, "This Song Jingxi...!"

Song Jingxi seemed to be walking calmly, but in fact he was extremely flustered.

After walking a certain distance, he raised his feet and ran quickly.

It might be due to the cannon fodder physique bonus of the original owner. I have to be on high alert all the time, and I will beat myself up for anyone who jumps out at random.

Fortunately, I am witty.

Song Jingxi kept walking along the lights of the main house, and finally returned to the main house after half an hour.

He didn't know the way, and went around for a long time, almost winding him to death.

There were still several uncles sitting downstairs chatting in the lobby. Song Jingxi didn't want to participate, so he went upstairs quickly and returned to his room.

Open the bedroom door, turn on the light, and see a large handbag at the end of the bed.

Song Jingxi walked over, picked it up, and found that it was a white down jacket.

Suddenly remembered what Zhao Shihua and Song Ying said just downstairs.

Thinking about this white down jacket, it should be the gift that Zhao Shihua was talking about, right?

Song Jingxi was in a complicated mood.

When he came out of the shower, Song Ying just came to knock on the door. Song Jingxi rubbed his hair and said strangely, "Brother? What's the matter?"

"Before I found out that you were not in the room, I put the gift my mother brought you on your bed."

"Well, I saw it."

"Where did you go just now, I called you and didn't answer."

"Oh..." Song Jingxi put a towel around his neck, "My phone may be muted, so I didn't hear it."

"Well, then you have a good rest."

When Song Ying left, he hesitated to speak, Song Jingxi always felt that he still had something to say to himself.

The marks on the neck just looked in the mirror, and they were a bit obvious. I might have to use something to cover them up when I get up tomorrow.

Song Jingxi didn't want to be associated with irrelevant people anymore, let's forget about it tonight.

Both Song Muchen and Song Yang have bad brains, so they can't get too close, stupidity is contagious.

I just hope they won't be ignorant and do something stupid again.

Song Jingxi's room is in a particularly good location, lying on the bed and turning his head, he can see the sky outside the window.

But in the winter night, there seemed to be very few stars. From the angle where he was lying down, there were only two sporadic ones in the sky, and it looked even colder.

Remembering what Song Ying said just now that he called him, he took out his phone and looked at it.

The few missed calls were from Song Ying, and Jiang Yunsheng sent more than a dozen messages, asking what was going on with him today.

Song Jingxi didn't reply, afraid that Jiang Yunsheng would ask endless questions, so he simply waited until we met at school tomorrow.

At night, sleepiness did not come as promised, Song Jingxi lay on the bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, took out his mobile phone to play for a while, and suddenly remembered Gao She.

Through the phone number, he searched for a WeChat account with the indigo sky as his profile picture.

old school.

But as gentle as others.

Song Jingxi couldn't wait to send the notification of adding friends, and added it almost immediately after sending it.

Song Jingxi thought it was his eyesight that made a mistake, and a red number 1 had already appeared on the chat dialog box.

It is the verification message sent by itself.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Gao She was still working. He went to Song's house to attend a banquet this morning, and there was a backlog of work waiting for him to deal with.

As soon as I turned off the computer, I saw a verification message on the social software.

His personal account is usually not added by anyone.

Gao She saw that the other party's profile picture was a little prince, and the verification message read: I am Song Jingxi^-^

He didn't even think about it, so he agreed.

Gao She thought that the other party must have something to say to him, so he didn't dare to take his phone away from his eyes, but after waiting for 10 minutes, the dialog box remained in its original state.

Song Jingxi didn't send him a message.

Although Gao She is 31 years old, this is the first time he has been in a relationship. He doesn't know how to treat his other half. He wants to take the initiative to send a message to the other party, but he is afraid that Song Jingxi has already fallen asleep, so he gets into trouble again.

Song Jingxi lay on the bed and waited for a long time, only to find that Gao She didn't take the initiative to greet him.

But today, I am already very proactive, so if I take the initiative again, it will be a drop in price.

He sat on the bed and meditated for a moment, then ran to the bathroom to scratch the bangs on his forehead with wet hands, and then ran back to the bed to dim the lights.

Scratch your hair and leave your collar open.

Song Jingxi took a picture of the camera with sleepy eyes and posted a picture on Moments, setting it so that only Gao She could see it.

Caption: Ah, hot.

Then sleep peacefully.

Gao She over there came out of the shower, picked up his mobile phone and flipped through it. Gao She, who had already put people on the top of his circle of friends, saw the photo sent by Song Jingxi at a glance.

In the photo, the young man's lips are slightly parted, his eyes are out of focus, and there is a thin light on the exposed collarbone, like sweat.

A few wet strands of black hair were attached to his forehead, his head was tilted slightly, and the dim light covered his small mole hidden behind his ear.

Gao She recalled that night, Song Jingxi's body exuded a pleasant fragrance, and this expression was also on his face.

He stared at the photo, and the desire hidden in his eyes was so strong that he couldn't get rid of it.

Adam's apple rolls.

After a while, he turned around and went back to the bathroom.