The national male god he privately linked to the station brother

On the way back to the hotel, Che Shaoqi was very apprehensive. Song Yan looked fine on the outside, but he was thinking about how to confess his love.

When passing the last intersection near the hotel, Song Yan suddenly reached out and pulled Che Shaoqi's wrist.

"...What's the matter?" Che Shaoqi was startled, and almost blocked his face reflexively, afraid that Song Yan would punch him.

Song Yan didn't say a word, and dragged the man all the way into the alley next to him, intending to avoid the man before talking.

With a "bang", Che Shaoqi was directly pushed against the wall.

His eyes widened with terror, and his glasses slid off and hung loosely on the tip of his nose.

Seeing him like this, Song Yan seemed to have been hit by his cuteness, and took off his glasses for him.

"What are you wearing this for?" Song Yan asked him.

Che Shaoqi slowed down for a while, then blinked and said, "It's just a block..."

"Block what?" Song Yan was puzzled.

"Just...face." Che Shaoqi didn't know how to respond.

Song Yan didn't understand why he had to cover his face, it was so pretty.

Seeing him staring at the glasses without speaking, Che Shaoqi thought that he would not block himself here just to talk about the glasses: "We are here..."

"I have something to tell you." Song Yan interrupted him, stuffed his glasses into his pocket, and looked at Che Shaoqi very seriously.

Che Shaoqi gave a "thud" in his heart, afraid that he would see something, so he chose to tell the truth: "I also have something to tell you."

"Then why don't you talk first." Song Yan hesitated, and decided to give Che Shaoqi the chance to speak first.

Che Shaoqi swallowed, raised his head slightly and looked at Song Yan: "That sachet...is mine."

Song Yan was taken aback, and it took a while to realize what Che Shaoqi was saying: "You mean the sachet you said your friend gave you earlier?"

"...Yes, it's actually mine. I asked for it in a temple in country R." Che Shaoqi said, and took out an identical one from his pocket. "There are two, and this one is mine."

"So...you said that the sachet belonged to your friend..." Song Yan blinked, trying to digest this fact.

"I lied to you." Che Shaoqi took a deep breath, "I just asked Ding Huiqing for a favor. I thought it would be strange to give it to you in my name, so I borrowed her name. And I told you at the time I'm not in country F, so I... can't help it."

"Ah..." Song Yan suddenly learned that the sachet belonged to Che Shaoqi, and that Che Shaoqi wanted to give it to him, and felt that he had been hit by sugar water in his pocket.

Seeing him, Che Shaoqi snorted, thinking he was angry, and asked cautiously, "Are you angry?"

How could Song Yan be angry, he was going crazy with joy, okay?

But the words changed as soon as the words came out: "I'm angry, I can't get better."

Che Shaoqi was at a loss for words for a while, but after thinking about it, he decided to change the subject: "You just said you have something to tell me."

Song Yan was also blocked when he asked. He had just been brewing for a long time, and even pushed him against the wall to create a momentum, but he swallowed the words when he came to his mouth.

"Just... I want to ask you, is that Ding Huiqing your girlfriend?" Song Yan withdrew her hand and pretended to ask unintentionally.

"Girlfriend?" Che Shaoqi was stunned, not knowing what gave Song Yan such an illusion, "No, they are just friends."

"Oh." Song Yan pretended to respond calmly, successfully concealing his happiness.

Che Shaoqi gave him a strange look, and was basically sure that he didn't see anything else that he was hiding, so he was a little relieved.

But after thinking about it, I remembered that Song Yan said he was angry just now, and asked him again: "Are you still angry?"

Song Yan coughed: "I'm angry, I need to be comforted, otherwise I won't be able to get better."

Che Shaoqi blinked his eyes at him, as if thinking that such a tall man, how could he say such cute words.

Seeing him staring at her without speaking, Song Yan leaned forward again: "How can I comfort you?"

"Shouldn't I be the one who asked this?" Che Shaoqi asked back, "How do you want me to comfort you?"

Song Yan had actually already thought about it, what kind of forehead kiss, nose tip kiss, mouth corner kiss, and a deeper tongue kiss.But he felt that when he finished kissing, he would also run away.

"I'll think about it later and tell you, let's go, let's go back." Song Yan said, walking ahead first.

Che Shaoqi had no choice but to follow him towards the hotel, because Che Shaoqi lived on the 24th floor and would take the elevator earlier than Song Yan, so Song Yan sent him to the door first.

When Che Shaoqi was about to say goodbye to him, Song Yan stopped him again: "I'll ask some more questions."

"what?"

"What kind of person do you like?" Song Yan asked seriously. He felt that he had to evaluate how far he was short before he could meet Che Shaoqi's standard.

When Che Shaoqi heard his question, he was even more confused. Today's Song Yan was so strange, he was angry and fussed at times, so that he didn't know how to answer.

"What kind of person do you like?" Song Yan asked again.

Che Shaoqi took a deep look at him, and replied earnestly: "I like those who are hardworking, serious, and ambitious."

Song Yan pondered for a while after listening, not to the extent of boasting, but he felt that he was basically in line.

"Male and female?"

Che Shaoqi tilted his head and thought for a while, then answered honestly, "Anything is fine."

When Song Yan almost blurted out "I can do it", Che Shaoqi followed up: "But I don't really want to fall in love right now, I have other things to be busy with."

"...Well, I'm just asking, I don't have any special meaning." After gritting her teeth, Song Yan said "good night" to him.

"Good night." Che Shaoqi watched Song Yan leave, and when he saw him enter the elevator, he slammed the door shut.

He leaned against the door and gasped for a while, suppressing his heart that was about to pop out.

Song Yan just asked what those words meant, but Che Shaoqi didn't dare to think about it.When he was asked what kind of person he liked, he almost said the word "Song Yan".

He himself couldn't figure out whether his love for Song Yan was fans' love for idols or love, but he knew that in the past 27 years, no one could make his heart beat so fast, no one could make him want to Dedicate everything I have, only Song Yan.

If that's what it's like, he thought, yes.

Huo: I'm in my room.

Huo: Did you take a shower?

Che Shaoqi squatted for a while, and then heard the notification tone of the WeChat message on the mobile phone.

Poissond'avril: No, right away.

Poissond'avril: Take a bath and rest early, too.

There was no message from the other end for a while, and Che Shaoqi sat on the ground and waited for nearly 10 minutes before putting the phone on the bedside table, turning around, taking things and going to the bathroom to take a shower.

The mobile phone on the bedside table went dark for a while, then turned on under the dim light for a moment, and Song Yan sent a message.

Huo: What do you think of me?