Don't act like a baby [Transmigration Book]

Song Chen felt that Zhao Jindong drank too much, so he probably didn't remember what he said to him in the car.

Zhao Jindong rinsed his mouth, threw the toothbrush into the cup, and walked towards him.Song Chen smiled and ran back. When he was about to reach the bed, he screamed, and Zhao Jindong hugged him from behind and threw him on the bed.

As soon as the man fell on the bed, Zhao Jindong pinned him from behind, he was a little out of breath, and Zhao Jindong broke his chin and kissed him.

It was a bit intense, he was lying there squatting hard, but he couldn't fight no matter what.

Fortunately, a knock on the door outside saved him at this time, Zhao Jindong kept silent and pressed him to continue kissing, when someone called outside: "Xiao Chen?"

Only then did Zhao Jindong stand up and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Near East, um, my wife told me to call you and say it's time for dinner."

Song Chen lay on the bed panting and laughing, wiping the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

Today's dinner is very light, but Song Chen's portion is very nutritious, it is a ginseng soup that nourishes the body.Song Chen didn't know why Wang Ma made this for herself suddenly.

"Why is it just me?" he asked.

Zhao Yungang said, "What?"

"Ginseng chicken soup." Song Chen said.

"I've smelled it for a long time," Zhao Yungang said, "give me some, and I'll taste it too."

"What do you want to do?" Mrs. Zhao stopped him: "Stop drinking."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Zhao Yungang, Zhao Yungang looked at her, understood what she meant, smiled, and said, "You take this chicken soup as medicine?"

"It's better for you to eat lightly recently." Mrs. Zhao said.

Song Chen laughed when he heard this, and he also understood what Mrs. Zhao meant.

Mrs. Zhao is pregnant now, and she can't have sex with Zhao Yungang, probably because she is afraid that Zhao Yungang will go out to steal sex if he makes up too much, or that he will be dishonest when sleeping with her.

He turned to look at Zhao Jindong who was sitting beside him: "How about you have some?"

"What do you mean?" Zhao Jindong asked him with a smile.

Song Chen just laughed and lowered his head to drink the soup.

Zhao Jindong just touched him with his knee, and Song Chen whispered, "Oh, you don't need to drink either."

Mrs. Zhao thinks it's good that they are like this now, and they are very affectionate secretly.

It was not easy for Zhao Jindong, who had suffered a lot, and it was not easy for Song Chen either.It's good to comfort each other like this.

Song Chen drank so much by himself that he couldn't finish it.

He didn't understand why Wang Ma felt that he needed to replenish his body. He felt that his body was very strong, and his desire...was strong enough.

Zhao Jindong is a very responsible person. This afternoon, due to personal reasons, he slept all afternoon. He accumulated a lot of work at night. He asked his assistant to send it to his home. Because of the heavy workload and many materials, he planned to go to the study I was working, but I opened the door of the study, and saw a lot of boxes piled up in the study.

These boxes are very familiar to him, and Song Chen's name is written on the outside, so they should be some of Song Chen's old things.

Song Chen also came in from behind, and quickly moved his boxes to the corner: "I'll find some old things."

Zhao Jindong said, "Did you find it?"

"I found it." Song Chen took the two diaries and said, "You are busy with your work, I will go to the bedroom."

Zhao Jindong looked at the diary in his hand, but said nothing else.

Song Chen hurried out with the diary.

In the bedroom, he sat on the head of the bed and continued to read his diary which was interrupted during the day.Turned to the day of December [-]th.

This day's diary is the longest.

"December [-] was cloudy.

It was cloudy again, just like the day my dad died.In my impression, it seems that for most of the time, the weather is bad on this day every year. "

No wonder this day's diary is so long, it turned out to be Song Zhiyuan's death day.

Song Chen turned the bedside lamp brighter, sat cross-legged on the bed, and looked down quietly.The more he watched, the more frightened he became. It turned out that Song Zhiyuan passed away only two years ago, and on the same day, Yu Hua also committed suicide.

"I don't hate her either," Song Chen wrote in his diary, as if he was chatting with someone else, "I even think she still loves me, even though she abandoned me, but she is living a miserable life, I can see it all, It is better for her to die. For her, death is a relief. The weight of her son in her heart is not as important as that of her husband. She is living for my father. When my father dies, she will wither. She He also loves me, because I chose the anniversary of my father’s death. In this way, I will have one less sad day in a year, and I will be sad on the same day. Otherwise, one day for her, one day for my father, and two days for me in a year. It's a death day."

"Today I went to their cemetery and saw my godfather again. He squatted there for a long time, but didn't say a word. I don't know if it was out of missing or guilt. It's been too many years. I was still young at that time. I don’t understand anything, my godfather loves me, that’s enough for me to know, and he gave me a lot of money, I can’t spend all the money he gave me.”

"But I'm not happy when I come back. Because I met Zhou Yunyun and came to find Zhao Jindong. I really annoy Zhao Jindong. I know that I hate Zhou Yunyun the most, but I still hang out with her. Of the brothers in the family, he is the most annoying. I want to kill him. This bastard, the eldest brother said that he got his godfather drunk by that woman Zheng Hong, fuck it."

"I feel like I'm sick. I don't know why. I really want to kill people. I don't want to kill people. I have to fight or beat people up. There's a new interesting store in the East District, where you can beat people up for money. I beat one of the targets inside until his face was covered with blood, and finally he knelt down and begged me, and he didn’t even want any money, which was great.”

"When can I beat Zhao Jindong like this? No, my godfather will probably have some objections, anyway, he's his own son."

"The biological father and son are still different. The godfather taught them to learn how to do business, so he didn't teach me how to do it. I don't know if the godfather loves me too much, doesn't want me to suffer, or wants to support me on purpose. Today I I read a novel about someone who intentionally raises and disables people, damn it, this kind of person.”

"It's so annoying and a headache."

The tone of the diary is grim, some wording is not smooth, and the thinking is a little jumpy, but it is very real.Song Chen looked a little startled.

The next page is full of meaningless graffiti, messy circles and crosses, and finally an extremely simple sketch. Two adults are leading a small person, which is very poorly drawn.

Song Chen closed the diary, closed his eyes and remained silent for a while.

"Deliberately supporting and disabling Song Chen", did Zhao Yungang intentionally raise and dispose of Song Chen?Why does Song Chen think so?

His mind suddenly lit up, could this be what Zheng Hong said about Zhao Yungang's "secret"?

He also felt that it was ridiculous, Zhao Yungang's feelings for the Songs, even the original Song Chen was in his eyes, not to mention that he was so kind to Song Chen, this kind of kindness was obviously not pretended, deliberately raised It should be just random thinking.

He paused for a while, then continued to read, and the next diary became very short again, and there was nothing explosive about it. It was just an ordinary diary, where he went today, what he did, and how he felt.Inferred from the date, these are the diaries of Song Chenzhong in high school.

After reading this one, he opened another one.

After flipping through it hastily, this diary is only half written, and the second half is blank, without a single word.

He flipped forward from the back, wanting to see what Song Chen's last diary was.

As soon as he opened it, he was so frightened that he threw the diary on the bed.

He actually drew a bleeding skull with a red pen and a black pen.

I am Cao.

So perverted.

Song Chen's heart was beating violently, and he flipped through a few more pictures, only to find that they were all similar pictures, and each one was scarier than the other.

This "Song Chen"...does he have a psychological problem?

"What are you looking at?"

Song Chen suddenly raised his head and saw that Zhao Jindong had arrived in the bedroom at some point.

He quickly closed the diary and said, "Look back at the past...look at the diary I wrote before."

Zhao Jindong said, "You used to keep a diary?"

Song Chen said, "Haven't you written it?"

Zhao Jindong said: "Except for the teacher's request when I was in school, I never wrote anything else."

Song Chen felt a little flustered, so he asked, "Are you done with work?"

Zhao Jindong nodded and said, "I'll take a shower first."

Song Chen didn't know why, but felt a little scared, just a very weird feeling, fluffy.He put the diary in the drawer, took it out at last, and put it back in the box in the study.

The Song Chen he wrote in "Divorce" was only arrogant and flamboyant because of his arrogance, but the actual Song Chen may have become like that because of psychological problems.

It's a pity that everyone may think that he was spoiled and didn't care, or maybe Song Chen was born good at disguising, so that others didn't notice his increasingly deformed psychology.

If someone finds out earlier, if he can meet someone who can communicate openly, if he can meet someone who loves each other earlier...

Now he is not sure if Song Chen really likes Zhao Jindong.

Maybe he just took pleasure in torturing Zhao Jindong.Like when he tortured those animals, killing and mutilating things, it always excited him.

Song Chen raised his head, took a deep breath, and noticed the subtle changes in his heart.

He was a little ashamed and a little scared, so he ran back into the bedroom, sat alone by the bed for a while, then took off his clothes and went to the bathroom.

Zhao Jindong had just finished taking a shower. He took a shower very diligently every day, so he washed very quickly. He was wiping his lower body with a towel when Song Chen opened the door and came in.

Zhao Jindong looked up at him, his eyes gleaming.

Song Chen said: "I came to take a bath, not to prostitute."

Zhao Jindong just smiled, and stood naked in front of him. Song Chen secretly glanced at him, and saw that Zhao Jindong reacted.

This is too fast, and he is not the one who drinks the soup.

The strange emotion just now disappeared in an instant. He walked over and turned on the shower, and said, "Let me go, it's going to splash on you."

"You just want to wet me." Zhao Jindong said.

"You won't get wet when you go out." Song Chen said.

Zhao Jindong didn't go out, he just put the towel outside, but someone came in and closed the bathroom door.

The bathroom was originally not small, but it was a bit cramped when two big men stood there, especially Zhao Jindong, who was so tall at 191.

Want to take a mandarin duck bath?

Song Chen pursed his lips, turned his back, and poured hot water on himself with the shower. His white back and butt pierced Zhao Jindong's eyes and soul.

He walked towards Song Chen. Although Song Chen didn't look back, his body moved into the corner bit by bit. Finally, there was no way to hide, and he saw Zhao Jindong stretch out a hand against the wall, asking the wall to hit him. up.