Just hug me

"Quick kiss!"

"Yes, there's nothing so shy about being boys."

The voices came one after another, and each face was full of curiosity and excitement, waiting to see a good show.

Song Ming stood quietly on the spot, with the corners of her lips pressed flat, and no emotion could be seen on her face.The other boy who was chosen to kiss him wetly was a year older than him, but he was a little embarrassed and didn't want to go forward.

In a panic, he was pushed a few steps by the people behind him, and squeezed in front of Song Ming.

Song Ming glanced at Qi Hao who was sitting in the corner, his eyes were still calm.

Their eyes collided, and they moved away in an instant, as if to remind others that I'm going to kiss you, so please watch carefully.

"Or...forget it." The boy said.

"It's nothing, you have to do it after you've played, but you won't die just by kissing. Tsk, Wen Xun, you're really gay... you must be guilty."

The words are ugly, but someone wants to take the opportunity to make a fuss and find out if he is really gay by the way.

Wen Xun maintained a good face, and retorted with a smile: "How is that possible."

"That's not kissing?"

"If you kiss, you're not gay, what logic?" Qi Hao stepped forward, and interrupted with a cold face, "It's the straight ones who can't say that."

No one took his word for it, they all wanted to see something fresh and didn't want to follow his wishes.

Qi Hao looked at Song Ming next to him, looking calm and composed, the more he looked at it, the more uncomfortable he felt. Given the steps, the two of them didn't know how to go down. Could it be that they still want to play a thrill?

"Let's just watch the excitement, and let's just kiss casually." Someone said with a haha.

It's the last step.Before Wen Xun opened his mouth, Song Ming answered, "Okay."

The owner has spoken, but he didn't refuse, and he can continue to play.

good?How good!Qi Hao stared at Song Ming, and the air pressure around him dropped instantly, but Song Ming seemed to be invisible, with the corners of his eyes bent, he even chatted with Wen Xun.

The lights in the box were all dimmed, and no one noticed his emotions.

Qi Hao thought of Song Ming's usual stalking, and now he was going to kiss others without any scruples, and a fire was ignited in his chest, and it was burning upwards.

He really wanted to open Song Ming's head and see what was inside.

I even want to break away from myself, and ask myself why I am so angry, Song Ming is not my girlfriend, so why is that so.

The blaring music had been stopped a few minutes ago, and a circle of curious high school students was waiting to watch, and some people turned on their cameras to take pictures of the two.

"Don't dawdle the two of you, we're still waiting to continue playing."

Wen Xun showed hesitation. It was the first time he met this junior, and they didn't even know their names.But seeing his junior's reaction, he didn't seem to care.

The booing continued, Wen Xun didn't move, and the person who was still saying "Okay" didn't take the initiative.Maybe they still couldn't let go, both of them stood upright, with sullen faces in a stalemate.

Maybe he lost his patience, "Hurry up!" Someone suddenly pushed Wen Xun from behind.

He staggered unsteadily and was about to rush towards Song Ming. Song Ming subconsciously wanted to back up, but suddenly stretched out a hand, and took the lead in supporting Wen Xun.

"...Thank you." Wen Xun looked at Qi Hao in surprise, and thanked him.

The others pushed and pushed, Song Ming and Wen Xun got together again, Wen Xun asked Song Ming if he didn't mind, Song Ming shook his head, he pursed his lower lip and put his hand on Song Ming's shoulder, tilting his head slightly , seems to be trying to find a suitable angle.

"I'm going to kiss! Hurry up, hurry up!"

A group of people squeezed together and raised their arms, their mobile phones were almost stuck to their faces. The black photos they saved last time were posted in the group for two months. If they were taken, they would probably be posted until graduation. .

The moment they were about to kiss.

Qi Hao, who had been ignored for a long time, suddenly said: "Song Ming, wait a moment."

A group of people looked at him.

Wen Xun breathed a sigh of relief in an instant, and his whole body relaxed, with an inexplicable feeling of being left under the knife.

Under the light and shadow that no one noticed, Song Ming's clenched fingers slowly stretched out, and he also secretly let go of his breath.

He spoke in a hurry, as if he had something very important to say.

Qi Hao pushed away the few people in front, waved the phone with the screen turned on to Song Ming who was standing in the center, and said in a deep voice: "The phone is ringing, someone is looking for you."

The caller's name was just blocked by Qi Hao's finger, so he couldn't see who was calling.

"I'm going, why do you think it's not possible to pick up after the kiss?" Zhou Qiong said, rolling her eyes.

For them, the interruption was too inopportune.

Song Ming didn't pick up the phone and asked him, "Who is it?"

"Your father, you hit three times in a row." Qi Hao said without changing his expression, "Maybe it's something urgent, go out and find a quiet place to take care of it."

"What about the game? Do you want to kiss?" Song Ming asked.

Hearing this, Qi Hao's eyes darkened a bit, he paused, and said, "We'll talk about it when we come back."

Song Ming agreed and followed him out of the box.

Before closing the door, someone shouted anxiously to them: "Hurry up, junior, we're all waiting for you..."

Qi Hao glanced over, the man was stunned for a moment, the remaining half of the sentence was choked in his mouth and he couldn't say it.I don't know if he read it wrong, but he always felt that Qi Hao's eyes just now seemed to be a warning.

The sound insulation effect of the KTV is not very good. Standing in the corridor, you can hear the mixed sounds of several nearby boxes at the same time. The two walked forward for a while.

The phone screen has been turned off, Qi Hao didn't hand him the phone, and Song Ming wasn't in a hurry to ask for it.

Qi Hao watched him silent for a while, and didn't speak for a while.

There is no so-called important matter at all, there is only one call, and he made it with his mobile phone.

Qi Hao had no reasonable excuse to stop Song Ming from playing. As a classmate who was one year older than him, he could just follow Song Ming's call a few times as a senior. He didn't want to watch Song Ming kiss others, so he made up a temporary A few words of nonsense.

So far it's not bad.

"Father, what can you do with me?" Song Ming said with a smile.

Qi Hao was writing words in his mind, but he was stunned when he heard this, and he was a little at a loss when he was called "Dad".

He muttered, "You know."

Song Ming let out a "huh" and leaned against the wall and said, "So, Dad called me out...is there something wrong?" The tone was deliberately drawn out, as if she was being coquettish.

Qi Hao was still a little angry at first, but when he heard this, he said firmly: "It's okay."

"Dad is angry, right?" Song Ming suddenly approached him and asked.

Qi Hao felt a headache when he heard it, and pressed his forehead, his throat was a little itchy: "Stop shouting."

In the private room, he felt that he was frivolous and stupid, and he didn't know how to avoid those people, and now he is even more shameless and fooling around.I usually like to argue at school, and I regard myself as a father and grandfather, insisting on being a generation older than others.

I don't know why, but now the words from Song Ming's mouth have changed.

Seeing that Song Ming was about to open his mouth again, Qi Hao immediately covered Song Ming's mouth with his palm, as if venting his anger to prevent him from speaking again.

Song Ming blinked and stood obediently.

"What's so good about the game of kings that you are so addicted to it?" Qi Hao patted his forehead, "Let me tell you, that group of people are full of bad ideas, and if you continue playing, you may lose their clothes. "

Song Ming's mouth was covered and she couldn't speak, so she nodded to show that she understood.

Qi Hao immediately thought that if he was the one who did those things with Song Ming, would he be so frank, kissing as soon as he said it, and what it's like to kiss a boy, it shouldn't be strange.

He moved his hand away, his eyes slowly flicked towards Song Ming's lips.

It looks like it's soft...

What are you thinking!

Qi Hao slapped himself in the heart, and simulated a sound, crisp and loud.

He returned the phone to Song Ming with a stiff face, "Stop playing, let's go back first."

"Why?" Song Mingwei stared at her big eyes, wondering.

Qi Hao frowned, poked his forehead and gave another warning, "Didn't I tell you just now, the senior is afraid that he will bring you down."

Song Ming groaned, as if he had listened.

"What is bad," Song Ming asked him, "is it bad to be kissed by a girl, or to kiss a boy?"

Qi Hao thought that nothing was good, and asked: "Do you still want to continue?"

I helped to solve the predicament, but the other party didn't seem to appreciate what he said, so he asked him what was considered bad.

Without waiting for an answer, Qi Hao put on a straight face, took a deep breath, and said fiercely with the momentum to teach his younger generation: "If I told you not to play, then don't play, obediently go home, understand?"

"Oh," Song Ming replied sullenly, "OK."

Qi Hao didn't return to the box, he sent a message to Cheng Ye and led Song Ming out of the building.

He wanted to directly hail a taxi to take Song Ming to his door, and then go online by himself, but Song Ming said that he didn't want to go back and wanted to go with him.

"Have you brought your certificate, you can come with me." Qi Hao asked him.

"What certificate?" Song Ming also asked, and after asking, she reacted, "I have an ID card, right? I have it! The high school entrance examination will be done for me at home."

Qi Hao raised his eyelids, it was like asking in vain, and it turned out that he hadn't even been to an Internet cafe, "I'm not yet eighteen, so what's the use of asking for yours, I'll take you home."

"Father," Song Ming said stickily, "You must have a way, right?"

While talking, he rubbed Qi Hao with his arm, his face full of expectation.

Qi Hao's breathing was stagnant, and the skin touched by Song Ming felt a little numb as if it had been electrocuted.

Seeing that he suddenly walked a few steps faster, Song Ming seemed to be upset, and chased after him with an inexplicable face, "You haven't told me yet."

"Well," Qi Hao said in a deep voice, "I told you not to shout."

Strange, it seems that he was the one who took advantage of the whole night, but he was the one who suffered the disadvantage.

Qi Hao stopped the car and went to the Internet cafe he used to frequent.

The Internet cafe is called Zhuli, and the boss is quite young, but on 23 and 100, I usually just sit in the Internet cafe when I have nothing to do. Qi Hao and many classmates bought fake IDs there, [-] yuan a piece, as long as they can surf the Internet.

It was Song Ming's first visit, eyes full of novelty, followed closely behind Qi Hao to the second floor.

The owner of the Internet cafe is surnamed Fu, and his name is Fu Gaoyang. He is as his name suggests.

Right now, he was sitting behind the counter, and beside him was a boy who looked like a student playing music games. The boy looked very tender, and he was probably still in junior high school. Boss Fu was holding a half of a cigarette in his hand, and was looking at the boy playing with his head tilted.

Qi Hao thought for a while that the money he recharged last time seemed to be almost used up, so he took out his wallet from his pocket, "Recharge fifty."

He asked again: "Boss Fu, do you have any more certificates?"

If not, Song Ming could only sit by and watch him play.

"some."

Qi Hao comes to this Internet cafe every time he surfs the Internet, and he is familiar with Boss Fu. Fu Gaoyang glanced at Song Ming beside him, "He uses it?"

"Well, my cousin." Qi Hao explained casually.

The boy cracked his other knuckles and made a clicking sound. Just after the game ended, Boss Fu said, "Chenchen, take out the card from the drawer in the right hand."

In response, he pulled out the drawer, took out a card from a stack of cards tied with a rubber band, and handed it to the counter.

Qi Hao took Song Ming to find a seat.

Song Ming took two steps and glanced back at the counter. The boy was holding the phone and wanted to start a new game.Boss Fu rubbed the boy's hair and said, "It's eleven o'clock, go to sleep in the back."

The boy called out to his brother, saying that he was not sleepy yet, and wanted to play for a while, and fell asleep after two rounds.

Boss Fu squeezed his face, "I said the same thing to you before. You said that the black person in the house couldn't sleep so I agreed with you to come over. You didn't sleep when you came. I put away my phone after this round."

Seeing Song Ming turning his head frequently, Qi Hao explained: "That's Boss Fu's younger brother, we meet each other often, and we have a good relationship."

Song Ming said that the two did not look alike.

It's really not the same, the facial features of both of them are very good-looking, but the difference is quite big.

The outline of the elder brother is more handsome and neat, while the younger brother looks more serious, with cold eyebrows and eyes at a young age, and when he is older, he may be unreasonable.

"It's not my own, the younger one seems to be called Xie Xinchen."

As long as the relationship is good, it doesn't matter whether they are relatives or not. Qi Hao doesn't know much about the affairs of Boss Fu's family, it seems quite complicated, only people say that it was Brother Fu who sent his parents into the prison with his own hands.A very powerful person.

There are loose seats and card seats. The card seats are small sofas for two people, and the cubicles are close to the wall. There is a half-length blue cloth covering the outside. Generally, those who come to play will choose the machines in the hall, which are faster and less likely to break down.

Song Ming took the initiative to sit inside, patted the sofa, and signaled the senior to sit down.