Song Yuzhang

The fingertips were pinched lightly, almost as if there was no force. Meng Tingjing couldn't tell what she felt in her heart, but felt very weird. She wanted to shake off this hand immediately, but before he could shake it, she took it back by herself .

Song Yuzhang squeezed the hand of his suspected ex-lover, and then let go of it—he really hadn't recovered yet, and he didn't have much strength, so he continued to test, "I'm thirsty."

Meng Ting sat on the side of the bed without moving, just looking at him.

Song Yuzhang was smiling at him.

Meng Tingjing still didn't move. He was admiring the smile on Song Yuzhang's face. He was amazed that the smile could be so flavorful. It wasn't loose and frivolous, and it wasn't frivolous, but it was indeed full of subtle teasing. Half-hidden, meaning, it makes people want to figure out the real meaning.

What does it mean?Meng Tingjing thought: This person seemed to be flirting with him.

Song Yuzhang thought to himself: "This man is very handsome, but his temperament is so clumsy, he doesn't understand, he just sits there stupidly, no wonder I can't remember him."

"I'm thirsty," Song Yuzhang strenuously stroked his palm with his fingertips in order to comfort his dull old lover, "Pour me a glass of water."

The palm was stabbed and scratched, and the hard fingernails with the soft fingertips slid across his skin, itching and crispy, Meng Tingjing lowered his head, looked at his touched palm, and then glanced at Song Yuzhang again, Song Yuzhang still smiled at him, the smile was as tender as water.

Seeing that the old lover finally got up to pour water, Song Yuzhang felt a little "teachable" comfort, and at the same time found that the other party was tall and tall. boy face.

Song Yuzhang thought again: "No wonder I didn't get along with him."

Meng Tingjing poured a glass of water and wanted to pass it to Song Yuzhang, but seeing Song Yuzhang still smiled at him, Meng Tingjing somehow understood the meaning of the smile—Song Yuzhang asked him to feed him.

The situation at this moment is hard to say is not funny, Meng Tingjing felt that his every move, thought and thought were absurd, he was going to send Song Yuzhang on the road without anyone noticing, why did he suddenly pour water for Song Yuzhang?He told the crew to bring some soot, where did that man go?

Song Yuzhang was really thirsty, he was so thirsty that he couldn't maintain his demeanor, the water cup was close at hand, and the person holding the water was motionless, just in a daze, as a last resort, Song Yuzhang could only struggle again with his burning voice: : "Baby, I want to drink water."

The person in front of him finally stopped being in a daze. Song Yuzhang watched his beautiful face change several times, and the color palette was as wonderful and unpredictable.

Song Yuzhang understood very well.

Facing an old lover, it is difficult for most people to calm down.

Meng Tingjing sat down beside the bed with water, and stretched out his arms to pick up Song Yuzhang from the bed. He had never served anyone before, the cup came to Song Yuzhang's mouth, and suddenly fell down, almost choking Song Yuzhang to death.

The person in his arms coughed and trembled, and the water sprayed him all over. Meng Tingjing held the remaining half glass of water in one hand and hugged Song Yuzhang with the other, feeling a strange feeling.

About half an hour ago, Song Yuzhang was still a "dead person", but now he is alive, like a smooth fish jumping lively in his arms, trembling, the skin is flexible and elastic, in the crook of his arms It exudes the salty smell of light sea water.

Also call him baby.

What a show.

If Song Yuzhang hadn't always been gentle and considerate to his lover, Song Yuzhang would have turned his face at this time. He didn't expect that this old lover was not only clumsy in temperament, but also clumsy in action. After coughing hard, he was still thirsty, and finally he was so thirsty that he lost his grace , protruding his face and lips to reach the cup in Meng Tingjing's hand.

This time Meng Tingjing had experience, and slightly tilted the angle of the cup. He watched Song Yuzhang lightly closed his eyes and frowned, and drank eagerly. He felt that his demeanor was a bit like a thirsty cat after going crazy, rushing Sticking out his tongue at his master.

Strangely, Song Yuzhang's tongue is also quite beautiful.

"Continued Cup."

Song Yuzhang drank enough water and wanted to lie down contentedly, but the person hugging him was still stupid and continued to hug him without any response, so Song Yuzhang had to pat his arm to express that he wanted to lie down.

The person holding him stiffened and put him down.

After Song Yuzhang lay down, he felt uncomfortable. Water splashed on his face and chest, so he asked gently: "Wipe me."

Holding the water glass, Meng Tingjing thought, "Did this person treat me like a servant?"

"Honey."

Meng Tingjing's ears were slightly numb, and she put down the water glass with a clang, and said with a half-smile, "Brother Yuzhang, since you've returned to China, you'd better throw away all the foreign habits, not all foreigners' things are good."

Meng Tingjing also studied in the UK, and his foreign professors and classmates often called him "Darling Harney". Call him.

Song Yuzhang didn't understand what he meant. In fact, his current thinking is still much slower than usual, so he didn't listen to a word of what Meng Tingjing said. He just smiled silently. After Meng Tingjing finished speaking, he said again: "Please wipe it for me," he explained helplessly to his old lover who was like a log, "I don't have the strength now."

Meng Tingjing naturally knew that he had no strength now.

I don't have the strength, it's a good time to make a move, I forcefully pour down a sip of smoke, I don't know anyone, and I have no way to reason when I get to the Palace of the King of Hades, not to mention that this person has a frivolous mouth, even if he opens his mouth to call him back and forth, he should be damned, Meng Tingjing has the back of his hand Behind him, he couldn't take his eyes off the face with a faint smile.

Meng Tingjing nodded slightly, leaning forward like a waiter, and said in a gentlemanly manner: "Wait a moment."

Meng Tingjing turned around and went to the bathroom to find a towel. He flipped the towel twice in his palm. Go out and suffocate people with towels.

He went out clutching the towel, but the stool he was sitting at the head of the bed was replaced by another person, who was crying and crying in the arms of the person on the bed.

"Mr. Song, as long as you are fine..."

Chen Hanmin went to tidy up.

He thought that since Song Yuzhang had been saved, the big rock in his heart would be put down, so he began to worry about himself, and took advantage of Song Yuzhang's time when he was still awake to dress himself up and tidy up his head and face before coming over. As soon as he saw Song Yuzhang , His heart became sour again, he held back his tears, and he probably knew that it was indecent when he was crying.

Seeing Chen Hanmin, Song Yuzhang's mind finally gradually cleared up, his thoughts seemed to float away from a small confined box, and finally landed on the ground from the air.

The four words "near the dead" slipped through his mind, Song Yuzhang trembled all over his body, and his hands and feet twitched as if he woke up in the middle of the night. Chen Hanmin, whose face was full of tears, smiled slightly, and said calmly: "Hanmin, why are you so tanned?"

His teasing, light-hearted joke somehow aroused Chen Hanmin's infinite grievances. He couldn't help sobbing softly. Song Yuzhang propped himself on the bed with one hand, trying to sit up tentatively. Seeing this, Chen Hanmin hurried to help him, and After the man was helped to sit up, Song Yuzhang smiled and stretched out his hand to him, "Come on, little pity, don't cry, I'll hug you."

The black and red Chen Hanmin leaned in the arms of the sickly Song Yuzhang and cried out his panic and fear of wandering these days. Song Yuzhang kept his arms on his shoulders without saying a word, and turned his face away when he heard the bathroom door open After passing by, she also smiled slightly at Meng Tingjing who came out with a towel.

There was helplessness in that smile, as if he was begging for forgiveness, no matter how hard-hearted a person saw his smile and expression at this moment, he would understand that he was having difficulties.

Meng Tingjing didn't think much about seeing the two of them embracing each other, but Song Yuzhang's smile forced him to think about it. Meng Tingjing knew exactly what kind of person Chen Hanmin was, and he thought: "These two people Is it a good friend?"

Meng Tingjing held the towel and smiled silently.

Seeing Weizhi, Song Yuzhang felt that the smile was not joyful, but a kind of sinister evil, but he didn't feel much disturbance in his heart because of it. If he couldn't even cope with such a scene, he wouldn't be Song Yuzhang.

Just when Song Yuzhang was about to open his mouth to coax people, Meng Tingjing casually hung the towel on the hanger at one side, and walked out the door with his hands in his pockets. He also seemed to be elastic when he walked, with light steps and movements like the wind, quietly just went out.

Song Yuzhang was a little surprised, thinking that at this time he became sensible again.

As soon as Meng Tingjing went out, she saw the crew member waiting at the door, holding a pack of damp cigarette soil in her hand, with a flustered look on her face.

Meng Tingjing closed the door and walked to the left. The crew followed, and within two steps, Meng Tingjing stopped again. He turned around and asked, "Why didn't you come in?"

The crew members lowered their heads, hesitating and unable to speak.

Meng Tingjing smiled, raised his hand and slapped him loudly, "Speak."

The crew members were beaten so hard that they didn't dare to make up a lie, and said honestly: "I pushed the door open and saw you talking to someone, so I didn't dare to enter..."

He said it implicitly, probably the scene he saw was not just talking.

Meng Tingjing's heart was like a volcano erupting, and the words from his mouth jumped out one by one, "I really want to shoot you down."

The crew was so scared that they almost peed their pants.

Meng Tingjing didn't give him a chance to beg for mercy, so she turned around and left immediately, fearing that if she talked nonsense with him again, she couldn't help but kill on the boat.

Back in his bedroom on the boat, Meng Tingjing tugged at the neckline, unbuttoned the top of the neckline, and paced back and forth in the room with his hands in his pockets. After walking for a while, he gradually calmed down and sat down by the window. On the sofa, let out a dull breath.

Meng Tingjing raised her two long legs to put on the window sill, looking out at the undulating sea.

The boat just stopped where it was, and the crew was salvaging objects in the sea non-stop. The carpet of money was disintegrating bit by bit, and the banknotes had all been turned into dirty and useless waste paper.

Meng Tingjing rested his fingers on his face thoughtfully, his eyelashes drooped, and he glanced at his fingertips.

In fact... In the final analysis, this matter does not have any specific benefits for him...

Chen Hanmin saw it with his own eyes when the person came back to life. If something happens later, it is hard to guarantee that Chen Hanmin will not make a fuss. When the time comes, it will be self-defeating, and maybe he will make a fuss by himself.

Not worth taking that risk, it is really a thankless thing.

Besides, some people sometimes just don't deserve to die.

It was God's will, and Song Jincheng couldn't blame him.

It looks weird too...

Meng Tingjing was in a state of confusion for a long time, and his mixed thoughts finally came to a final conclusion: Never mind, let the brothers Song Jincheng trouble themselves, it's none of his business!He is not their father!