Song Yuzhang

Song Yuzhang was stunned for a while holding the wine bottle. At this time, there was a movement from the door outside the door. The servant pushed open the iron door. Who else came out of the night in a stone blue robe?

Liu Chuanzong turned around and saw the person.

"Old Willow."

Liu Chuanzong turned his face away, Song Yuzhang waved his hand in the air, his pupils were very bright, "Go back."

Liu Chuanzong bent down, turned around neatly and walked out the door.

Meng Tingjing brushed past him, with a faint sea breath on her body, strode to the steps where Song Yuzhang was standing.

"Where are you drinking?" Meng Tingjing's eyes fell on the wine bottle in his hand, and he said indifferently, "Alone?"

Song Yuzhang circled the mouth of the wine bottle, looked at Meng Tingjing fixedly, and only spat out three words: "Arsenal?"

"I'm here to talk to you about this." Meng Ting said calmly.

Song Yuzhang nodded slightly, raised the bottle and took a sip, his eyes swept Meng Tingjing from top to bottom, when the bottle was put down, his lips were bright, "Say it."

Seeing his expression and attitude, Meng Tingjing felt faintly unhappy in his heart. He felt that there might be another quarrel today. He lowered his tone and said as calmly as possible: "The arsenal is too dangerous, I don't worry about it."

Song Yuzhang nodded again, "So, you joined on purpose to share the risk for me."

Meng Tingjing turned his face to the side, "You don't believe it?"

Song Yuzhang smiled at him, the corners of his mouth curved casually with a trace of contempt.

The fire in Meng Tingjing's stomach was almost burning to the chest, "Do you think I'm short of such an arsenal?"

Song Yuzhang restrained his smile, raised his head and took another sip of wine, and when he lowered his head again, the smile had disappeared completely, "What's the difference between an arsenal?"

"Snapped--"

The wine bottle fell on the steps, and the wine liquid and glass shards flowed to pieces.

Song Yuzhang grabbed Meng Tingjing's collar with both hands and pushed it out forcefully, "Bastard -- the thread that I have worked so hard to build, 'so an arsenal'? Get out of here—"

Meng Tingjing took a big step back and stood still, "If the arsenal is so good, why didn't anyone build it in Haizhou when Shencheng was built? The Nie family only sells mines, and they will explode every three days. Do you know if there is an arsenal?" How dangerous?!"

"Whether it's dangerous or not, I'll take care of it myself, so why don't you meddle in your own business?"

Meng Tingjing's chest rose and fell, and his face was also hot. He endured and endured, and indeed he couldn't bear it. He said angrily: "Song Yuzhang, you said you want to 'live', and I want you to 'live'. Is it my fault again? Is it my fault? Everything I do is wrong in your eyes?"

Song Yuzhang's alcohol was getting stronger, his breathing was a little short, and he said: "Then why do you insist on blocking my eyes? I have already shown you the way, leave me alone, go away—"

"Something I don't know!"

"You bastard who takes a dog and a mouse!"

"Okay, since that's the case, you can take it as if I want to fight with you, and kick me out of the arsenal if you have the ability!"

"Yes, Meng Tingjing, that's right, why bother to be hypocritical? Don't say it's for my own good, I don't want to hear it, it's annoying!"

Meng Tingjing's eyes were red, "I won't tell you when you're drunk, but I'll tell you when you're sober."

He turned around to leave, but Song Yuzhang stepped forward and grabbed his collar again. Meng Tingjing smelled the alcohol on his body, and repeatedly warned himself not to reason with drunks, but Song Yuzhang's eyes were surprisingly bright, "Some It's hard for me to tell if I'm not drunk, Meng Tingjing, I have no chance of reconciling with you, so give up! Don't pester me!"

Song Yuzhang looked directly at Meng Tingjing's eyes. Meng Tingjing's eyes were black and shiny, always sharp and clear, and contained unparalleled pride. At this moment, those eyes were black with red, and the light was also sharp. At the same time, the eyes were trembling violently. Meng Tingjing grabbed Song Yuzhang's wrist. Meng Tingjing's palm was very hot and he was sweating a little. His words seemed to be squeezed out between his teeth, "Go to sleep when you're drunk, don't drink alcohol. Drunk mad."

Song Yuzhang smiled and nodded, "Very good, you can come to me to play Mr. Good Man with your dog temper."

Song Yuzhang raised his fist and hit Meng Tingjing in the face with one punch.

Meng Tingjing's fair face immediately became pale, and he looked at Song Yuzhang in disbelief.

Song Yuzhang smiled, "Fight back, if you don't fight back, you will be raised by me."

Meng Tingjing's eyes flickered, and her anger was obviously rising, "Song Yuzhang, you'd better stop it!"

Song Yuzhang didn't talk nonsense with him, he raised his arm and punched again, Meng Tingjing raised his hand to block it, "Drunken and crazy, I see how you have the face to talk to me when you wake up tomorrow!"

"You think I want to talk to you? Go—"

Song Yuzhang pushed Meng Tingjing hard again.

Meng Tingjing stood firm, but Song Yuzhang continued to push. Meng Tingjing stepped back and glanced at the sparkling lake behind him, and turned his head to stare at Song Yuzhang. He didn't fight back and didn't stop. Song Yuzhang pushed him to the lake.

The cold air of the lake came from behind him like fog, Meng Tingjing gnashed his teeth and said, "Push, push if you have the ability—"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yuzhang pushed him directly into the lake with all his might.

A large splash of water splashed out of the calm lake. Meng Tingjing grew up on the pier, and the water quality was naturally excellent. After he fell into the water, he felt angry and anxious. Through the dark and clear water, he saw Song Yuzhang following the waves and With a swaying figure, he suddenly had a decisive thought, held his breath and remained motionless underwater.

Even though it was spring, the lake water was still icy cold, splashing Song Yuzhang's head and face, he shuddered, the strength of the wine faded a little, he looked at the lake surface with layers of ripples reverberating and shrinking, and there was a few seconds of vacancy in his mind.

And these few seconds of vacancy almost made Meng Ting's meditation under the water as dead ashes.

Song Yuzhang really hated him so much, even if he saw him die in front of him, he was still indifferent...

Yes, he has mistakes. After careful inspection, it seems that there are mistakes everywhere, but doesn't he have even a little bit of good?Is his love really that unbearable to Song Yuzhang?He didn't want to watch Song Yuzhang getting deeper and deeper into it, he even gave up on persuasion, and would rather accompany him. Could it be that these are really worthless in Song Yuzhang's eyes?

Song Yuzhang said that he knew he loved him.

Does Song Yuzhang really know?

Meng Tingjing gritted her teeth, her head and face felt pain from holding her breath, her eyes were bloodshot and painful, as if there was heat gushing out, at this moment, the shadow on the water swayed.

Song Yuzhang jumped down.

The pent-up breath in Meng Tingjing's chest dissipated instantly.

A series of drops of water entered his mouth and nose, Meng Tingjing looked at Song Yuzhang swimming towards him through the water, and suddenly thought: "Did I tell him that I love him?"

Song Yuzhang grabbed Meng Tingjing's hand, and was slightly surprised to be hugged tightly by Meng Tingjing. He thought that Meng Tingjing was a symptom of drowning, but Meng Tingjing floated steadily in the water.

"Are you okay?" Song Yuzhang gasped.

Meng Tingjing's heart was beating wildly in his chest, he turned his face away and kissed Song Yuzhang's lips forcefully without saying a word.

Song Yuzhang wanted to push him away, but this seemingly drowning figure was stronger underwater than on land, and his tongue was forcefully pulled out to hold it.

Song Yuzhang bit down, and the tongue that was messing around in his mouth retreated immediately, and the smell of blood diffused, and then he attacked more fiercely.

With a strong breath coming, Song Yuzhang raised his face slightly, and was forced to bear this crazy kiss. After thinking about it, he kissed back unwillingly.

The two kissed as passionately as they were fighting in the cold lake water.

The tips of their noses were pressed together, and they sprayed all over their face short of breath. Meng Tingjing's face was covered with water, and his hands tightly wrapped around Song Yuzhang's waist, "Song Yuzhang, I love you, I love you, no matter what, I will love you !"

Song Yuzhang was silent, his shirt was wet and cold against his body, his mind was a little confused, he stood in the water for a while, Meng Tingjing hugged him and pulled him ashore forcefully.

The two climbed onto the grass wetly, and Meng Tingjing's azure robe turned dark blue. He helped Song Yuzhang to stand up, helped him into the house all the way, and picked up the blanket on the sofa and wrapped it around Song Yuzhang. , and shouted to himself: "Come here——"

The servant of the Song family appeared like a ghost, and Meng Tingjing commanded: "Go and make a bowl of ginger soup for your fifth master."

The servant responded, and Meng Tingjing helped Song Yuzhang get up and walk upstairs. After walking a few steps, Song Yuzhang seemed to have regained his senses.

"you go."

"I'll take you up and go."

"I don't need you, I can go by myself."

Meng Tingjing ignored him, and continued to move forward with his arms around him.

Song Yuzhang said: "Can't you understand human speech?"

"Whatever you say."

Song Yuzhang's wine had already woken up for three minutes in the icy lake water, and he really couldn't do anything about arguing and fighting with Meng Tingjing, so he simply stepped up and sent people away.

After entering the room, Meng Tingjing pushed him into the bathroom again. Song Yuzhang endured not to fight him, and went into the bathroom. He said, "Can you go?"

Meng Tingjing turned around and left.

After the sound of footsteps faded away, Song Yuzhang loosened his grip, and the blanket slipped to the ground. Song Yuzhang sat on the edge of the bathtub dripping wet, his lips and tongue were still a little numb and sore. He touched his lower lip with his fingers, wondering what it was called Yes, it's a mistake to drink.

After a while, the sound of footsteps came up again. Song Yuzhang raised his eyes, and Meng Tingjing, who was drenched like a handsome water ghost, came over with a bowl of ginger soup.

"What are you still doing in a daze? Are you really not afraid of death if you catch a cold while drinking?"

Song Yuzhang said: "Didn't you leave?"

"Let's go," Meng Tingjing walked in front of him, "I didn't say I would come back."

"Take off your clothes, I'll put water for you, drink ginger soup while soaking in hot water."

Meng Tingjing put the ginger soup aside, rolled up his sleeves to drain the water.

"I have a servant here, I don't need you, you go quickly, I don't want to see you."

Hot water was poured into the hot water pipe, Meng Tingjing turned her face, "If you didn't jump down just now, wouldn't you never have to see me again?"

"Think I don't know you can swim?"

"Since you know it, why do you still dance?"

Song Yuzhang glanced at him inexplicably, his body was indeed cold, and he said while taking off his shirt, "I don't want to be charged with murder."

Just as he took off his shirt, Song Yuzhang was hugged from behind by Meng Tingjing again. He bent his elbow and was about to hit back when a blue velvet box appeared in front of him.

"Fortunately, I kept it close to my body, otherwise, I would definitely have sunk into the water."

Meng Tingjing opened the box with one hand. Inside the box was a prototype emerald stone with an astonishing green color. The color was so bright that it shone brightly even under the dim light in the bathroom.

"Happy birthday," Meng Tingjing whispered in his ear, "Don't put it on the table anymore, this thing is very fragile."

Song Yuzhang closed the box with a snap, turned his face and said vigilantly, "How do you know today..."

"There's a cake box downstairs."

Song Yuzhang threw the velvet box back to him, took off his pants neatly and got into the bathtub.

The warm water in the bathtub gave him a jolt, and he sank until the warm water covered his shoulders.

Meng Tingjing took the velvet box and sat on the edge of the bathtub.

Both of them were speechless for a while, Meng Tingjing suddenly sighed.

"Just now, I really thought you wanted me to die."

Song Yuzhang turned his face away, Meng Tingjing's hair was still dripping water, and his whole face was dripping with water, with some bruises on half of his face, Song Yuzhang said calmly: "I have no hobby of killing people."

"Isn't it a killer?"

Song Yuzhang flicked his hand and splashed the water on Meng Tingjing's face.

Meng Tingjing smiled faintly, "I was so happy when you jumped down."

"Nonsense," Song Yuzhang said, "Won't I jump down to save the person I pushed? No matter who it is, it's the same to me!"

Meng Tingjing said: "That's good, you haven't regarded me as an enemy yet."

Song Yuzhang was silent again, and he suddenly said: "What if I don't jump down? Do you really want to suffocate yourself?"

"Not that stupid."

Song Yuzhang's breath stagnated, and he wanted to splash water on Meng Tingjing's face again.

Meng Tingjing turned to look at him, "I won't die, especially for you, don't worry."

Song Yuzhang slowly turned his face away, pointed the back of his head at him, "Hurry up, we'll talk about the arsenal tomorrow."

"We can talk about the matter of the arsenal tomorrow, and I will spend it with you on your birthday."

"You stay with me, but I don't live well."

Meng Tingjing got up and brought back ginger soup, "It's not good to celebrate your birthday alone. Since you don't regard me as an enemy, just treat me... as we were at that time." He scooped up a spoonful of ginger soup and handed it to Song Yuzhang mouth, "Take a sip?"

Song Yuzhang turned his face, "You don't have to do this, give it to me, I will do it myself."

Meng Tingjing handed him the bowl, and Song Yuzhang picked up the bowl and drank the ginger soup in big gulps.

Meng Tingjing took the bowl, reached into the bathtub with her wet hand and grabbed Song Yuzhang's hanging hand.

Song Yuzhang didn't move, and after a while he shook off Meng Tingjing's hand, "Go to the guest room to wash and change clothes, don't get sick and blackmail me."

Meng Tingjing was not cold at all, Song Yuzhang caught him in the water, no matter how much cold he encountered in the future, it would be enough to keep him warm.