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

Song Ying endured and almost tore Gao She to pieces.

His handsome face and clear voice became violent.

He didn't even want to touch Song Jingxi's finger, Gao She dared to hug Song Jingxi and do such a thing in front of his face.

"shut up!"

Song Ying wanted to tear up the innocent expression on Gao She's face on the spot, and he was about to punch Gao She in the face with his fist.

Gao She could dodge it obviously, but he paused.

I don't know what I was thinking, but I didn't hide anymore, and I was really punched by Song Ying.

Song Jingxi was startled by the sound of strong fists, and then pulled him back from his stupor.

"Brother, don't hit him, don't hit him!" He rushed forward and squeezed in between the two of them. Seeing Gao She's mandible was red, he touched it in distress, "Are you all right? Does it hurt?"

Gao She shook his head while holding the hand that was attached to his face.

"Xiaoxi, what are you doing?" Song Ying was furious when he saw the two of them flirting with each other, but he couldn't get angry with Song Jingxi, and he was furious, "Come to brother, don't be afraid of this kind of scum."

"He's not a scum, bro, don't hit him."

Song Jingxi turned around to protect the person behind him, and glanced at Gao She's sad face because of the beating.

He didn't want to tell Song Ying about himself and Gao She so soon, but he was afraid that Song Ying would think Gao She was a pervert.

At the end of the struggle, he still held Gao She's hand hesitantly, was silent for a while, and said, "I, we are dating, he is not a bad person."

Song Ying felt that his ears were not working well today, and he must have heard it wrong.

He said, "Say it again."

Song Jingxi was a little nervous, afraid that Song Ying would be angry with him, but he didn't know why.

It was really embarrassing to confess the state of my relationship with my family for the first time. Song Jingxi leaned into Gao She's arms, and whispered this time, "Gao She and I, we are dating."

After finishing speaking, Song Jingxi looked at him pitifully again, and immediately answered, "Brother, it's cold outside, please let me in."

"You...!" Song Ying wanted to say something, but he was speechless for a while, his heart was suffocated, and he looked at Song Jingxi like a squib, he turned and entered the house, and said, "Hurry up Come in."

"Thank you bro."

Song Jingxi was about to go in holding Gao She's hand, but Gao She looked down at him, "I won't go in, don't make Song Ying even more angry."

"Come in, it's okay, it's not your fault."

The red mark on the corner of Gao She's jaw became heavier after a while, and a small piece of bruise spread, Song Jingxi looked at the wound on his face distressedly, "Let me show you, brother's attack was too severe. "

Gao She pursed his lips tightly, looking uncomfortable, "It's just that you're fine, it's because I didn't think carefully, I shouldn't ask you to kiss you at the door."

"Forget it, I told you we're dating." Song Jingxi blushed, took him by the hand and led him in.

Gao She lowered his eyes and smiled.

The scene was very embarrassing. Song Jingxi took an ice towel and applied it to Gao She. Song Ying sat beside him and stared at him, "I said that at the last banquet, Mr. Gao kept staring at my younger brother. As pictured."

Gao She replied, "We really love each other."

Song Ying dismissed it, "I really love each other, Mr. Gao doesn't even look at his age, would he match us Xiaoxi?"

Gao She replied, "True love knows no age. Xiaoxi just needs someone to take care of him. I think I can take care of him better."

Song Ying couldn't hold back anymore, and put aside all humility and politeness, "We Xiaoxi are pure and kind, but we were deceived by your sweet words, Xiaoxi, nothing happened now and listen to brother, this kind of person should stay away as soon as possible."

"What should have happened has happened, and what shouldn't have happened has happened." Gao She lowered his eyes and looked at Song Jingxi. "Now he is an adult and has the right to make his own choices."

Song Ying was stunned, "You... what happened?"

"This is our private matter, Xiaoxi has a thin skin and won't think about it."

When Song Jingxi heard the two arguing, especially after Gao She said this, he was in a panic state.

Gao She really dared to say it.

Song Jingxi almost wanted to cover his mouth.

During the whole process, Gao She remained calm, and Song Jingxi just sat there obediently and listened to the debate match between him and Song Ying.

Song Jingxi could probably guess why Song Ying didn't like Gao She.

Probably because of Gao She's age, and because Gao She is Xing Wenkang's uncle.

The original owner had licked Xing Wenkang too much before. Although Song Ying didn't care much about the original owner, he must have responded in his heart.

However, if he and Gao She hadn't been discovered by Song Ying tonight, Song Jingxi actually didn't intend to tell about his relationship with Gao She so early.

Song Jingxi planned to wait a little longer, in case he and Gao She didn't get along later, the breakup was just a matter for the two of them.

But confessed tonight, obviously there is no way out.

Song Jingxi would never have thought that this was just a part of Gao She's design. Song Jingxi wanted a way out, but Gao She didn't.

"Be careful on the road." Song Jingxi stood at the door and poked his head out, "Send me a message when you get home."

"Well, go in quickly." Gao She bowed his head and kissed him, "Call me if you think about it."

Ever since Song Ying saw Gao She and Song Jingxi kissing at the door, he has been in a very broken state until now.

It never occurred to him that his cabbage would be kicked by a pig without a sound.

Song Ying is a person who always distinguishes between public and private, and he didn't think much of it when he saw Gao She before.

Now Gao She's image in his heart is worse than Xing Wenkang's.

Song Ying was so angry that he wanted to ask Song Jingxi to come over and have a good talk with him, how could he fall in love when he was young, but when he turned his head and saw Song Jingxi rubbed his eyes and yawned sleepily, he wanted him again The long-winded heart was suppressed first.

"elder brother……"

Song Jingxi still wanted to say something, but saw Song Ying smiling at herself, "Go to bed first if you're sleepy, if you have anything to say tomorrow."

Song Jingxi nodded, just because he didn't know what to say.

Now it is equivalent to taking Gao She to meet half of the parents.

"By the way," Song Ying said, "Did Grandpa tell you? Let's go back to the old house for dinner tomorrow night."

"No..." Song Jingxi stopped, tangled up in her thoughts for a long time, and asked, "Is she, Mom, still at home?"

"Oh."

Song Ying thought, if Zhao Shihua heard Song Jingxi call her mother, she would be so happy, what a pity.

That night, Song Jingxi and Gao She kept talking on the phone, and they didn't want to put it down until he fell asleep.

For some reason, Song Jingxi missed him.

"Xiao Xi?"

There was a very shallow breathing sound from the receiver, and Gao She said softly, "Good night."

After hanging up the phone, the phone rang again.

Gao She looked at the screen and waited for a while before picking it up.

"Uncle." Xing Wenkang's voice came slowly, and he seemed to have calmed down, "Is it convenient to talk now?"

"Well, is something wrong?"

"What happened during the day today, I think there may be a little misunderstanding between us," Xing Wenkang said, "Uncle, you called my father and asked him to freeze my bank card. Isn't that a bit too much?"

Gao She didn't deny that he called Xing Yuan, but asked instead, "Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding?"

"Is it a misunderstanding that you want to kiss Song Jingxi, or is it a misunderstanding that the one you raised at home rushed out to push Song Jingxi down?"

Gao She's eyes flickered, and he tapped the edge of the ashtray with his fingertips holding the cigarette, the ash shook off to reveal orange-red sparks, his facial features were faintly visible behind the smoke, and he couldn't tell clearly.

He asked urgently, "Huh?"

Through the phone, Xing Wenkang felt a burst of oppression from Gao She for no reason.

Xing Wenkang's hand was tightly gripping the railing, and the temperature of the cold iron pipe penetrating into his palm was painful. He gritted his teeth and said, "Even if it's not a misunderstanding, so what? I like him. Song Jingxi also loved me before. Song Jingxi It's only a matter of time to be with me, but it's not very moral for uncle to take advantage of the situation."

"Tch," Gao She only thought it was funny when he heard these few words he said, and he crushed the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray bit by bit, before he spoke again, "Moral? Speaking of this, as long as you have some morals, you will not When I have a partner, I will miss my aunt."

"No matter how corrupt your morals are, I don't want to care about you. Don't touch my bottom line. I can pretend that I don't know anything."

Xing Wenkang wanted to say something, but couldn't say it, a sense of powerlessness hit him deeply, which made people resentful.

"For your mother's sake, I won't move you this time," Gao She said, "If I hear your name from Song Jingxi once, freezing the bank card is just a superficial thing."

"Are you threatening me?" Xing Wenkang's tone also sank, "It's not your turn to intervene in our Xing family's affairs."

"Try?"

After Gao She said this in an oppressive tone, he immediately felt at ease again, "It's okay to rest early, and think about how to live tomorrow."

Gao She paused, then smiled, "By the way, is Xiaoxi's coquettish voice nice?"

Xing Wenkang thought of Song Jingxi's voice from the phone in the afternoon, and his ears warmed up.

Although he always felt that Gao She was holding it, this seemed to be the first time he had really seen through Gao She.

Bad, bad manners.

Xing Wenkang didn't speak, just hung up the phone and threw the phone aside.

Because of Gao She's last sentence, all he pretended in his mind was Song Jingxi.

Xing Wenkang suffers from the loneliness of wanting to hug him but not being able to.

Song Jingxi's voice is really nice, and Xing Wenkang has even imagined all his movements and expressions.

"Damn it." He kicked the edge of the bed violently.

The door was knocked immediately, and Xing Wenkang restrained his emotions before opening the door.

Feng Xiangyuan was standing outside the door with a small figure.

Holding a bowl of white fungus soup in his hand, he said, "I cooked some soup and wanted to give you a taste."

Xing Wenkang felt annoyed seeing everyone except Song Jingxi, before he could speak, he heard Feng Xiangyuan say, "I plan to move out in two days, so I won't stay here to trouble you."

Hearing what he said, Xing Wenkang's mood turned sharply. Seeing that his well-behaved and handsome face had completely lost the ferocity of the day, he felt a little distressed again, "Have you found a place to live?"

Feng Xiangyuan shook his head, "Don't worry about it, we've already broken up. Whether I live or die has nothing to do with you."

After he finished speaking, he didn't leave, and Xing Wenkang also stood there silently with him.

Then, Xing Wenkang heard Feng Xiangyuan say, "Is it okay? Last time..."

The man's shoulders trembled a little, and he seemed to have tried his best when he said these words.

Xing Wenkang didn't know how he treated him.

The white fungus soup in his hand was hot, and he pulled him into his room, venting all those fantasies that were not enough to embrace Song Jingxi and the guilt attachment to men, all on him.

He was even thinking about what it would be like to hug Song Jingxi.