Porcelain industry leader

Song Yu didn't know what to say to relieve the embarrassment of this moment.

First of all, this key card cannot be Gu Qingchi's. There are only two possibilities he can think of, either it was given by a friend, or it was stolen.

It was hard for him to believe that Gu Qingchi would live in this community, and he had to be a close friend who could hand over the key card to him.

In fact, the touching of the pocket was really just a subconscious action on his part. If another colleague or friend suddenly took out a key card today, his first reaction would definitely be to wonder if the other party was joking with him. Steal his key card.

But if it was Gu Qingchi, he felt that it was not a joke.

Although Gu Qingchi hasn't done anything to hurt him so far, and occasionally looks very sensible and well-behaved, his first and second impressions of Gu Qingchi are really bad, and he can't completely trust Gu Qingchi's people Taste.

Curiosity is curiosity, he didn't ask any more questions in the end, he didn't want to make the scene too embarrassing.

Gu Qingchi probably also sensed this, and when Song Yu reached out to press the password, he quietly avoided behind him.

"Is your father okay?" Song Yu went in to change his shoes, and picked up a topic at random, "Why did you drink too much?"

"If you're not in a good mood, find a place to vent it." Gu Qingchi took the slippers Song Yu handed him.

"Oh..." Song Yu felt that he couldn't answer anymore. In fact, he wanted to gossip about why he was not in a beautiful mood, but he always felt that Gu Qingchi could write him "None of your shit" when he opened his mouth. Roll eyes.

No one in his family likes to drink, even if Lao Song is in a bad mood and throws a tantrum, he will never use alcohol to relieve his worries, so it is difficult for him to understand the psychology of people who rely on drinking to vent their emotions.

Is the problem solved when you wake up?

"Wait a minute, I'll go in and get you a charger." Song Yu said.

"Okay." Gu Qingchi walked straight to the tea table, bent over and propped up his knees, staring at the small fish in the tank.

There was a small bag of bread crumbs on the table, probably for the little fish, he raised his voice and asked, "Is that bag on the table for the fish?"

"Ah," Song Yu responded, and opened the drawer of the bedside table, "Otherwise! Shall I eat it!"

"Can I feed you?" Gu Qingchi asked.

"Hey!" Song Yu howled, he felt that his subconscious action just now probably poked Gu Qingchi's sensitive nerves, and now he gasps and farts and wants to report to him.

Simply.

Gu Qingchi happily opened the small bag of bread crumbs and smelled it.

smell good!

When he went out, he was in a hurry and forgot to take his wallet. He was still hungry, and when he smelled the rich milky aroma, he wanted to pour the crumbs of bread into his mouth.

But no.

Song Yu will laugh to death.

He picked up the crumbs of bread and threw them into the water, and the little goldfish immediately swam over and formed a small circle to grab food.

He sprinkled a little more in, and within seconds it was dry again.

fuck!

It's been a few days since I've been hungry!

And it looks delicious!

Gu Qingchi poured half a bag of bread crumbs into it.

The sound of Song Yu rummaging through boxes and cabinets came from the bedroom, and the movement was quite loud.

Gu Qingchi brought the bag to the tip of his nose again and smelled it.

It should be fine to have a taste...

He glanced at the bedroom door, lowered his head, picked up a small piece of bread and stuffed it into his mouth.

The taste is really good, the taste is very soft, milky and milky.

He poured the rest into the palm of his hand, threw some into the sink, and when he opened his mouth to pour it into his mouth, the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets stopped abruptly.

Then came the sound of footsteps.

A feeling of guilty conscience suddenly rushed from the soles of his feet to the sky.

It only took about two seconds to walk from the bedroom to the living room. He neither ate nor vomited. The blood in his whole body seemed to be frozen, and he froze in place and was at a loss.

Before he could react, Song Yu had already stood at the door of the bedroom, staring at him blankly.

Gu Qingchi covered his mouth with his hands and swallowed, but at this moment, he choked on his throat very disappointingly, and the bread crumbs spewed out.

dying.

Song Yu stared in surprise, with a subtle expression.

From his probing eyes, Gu Qingchi seemed to hear the question "Did you fucking eat the bread I fed the fish?"

Gu Qingchi blinked awkwardly.

After living for more than 20 years, this is the first time that I want to die with such an urgency.

Before he could find a good excuse, Song Yu spoke first, "Are you still fighting for food with them?"

Gu Qingchi said helplessly, "Taste a sip."

"Is it delicious?" Song Yu asked with a smile.

"It's delicious," Gu Qingchi handed over the remaining crumbs of bread, "Do you want to try it?"

Song Yu glanced at his reddened ears, tried his best to hold back a smile, and to ease the embarrassment, he picked up a small piece of bread and stuffed it into his mouth, pretending to exclaim: "Hey! It's delicious. "

Gu Qingchi heaved a sigh of relief, took the charger and prepared to go home, but in this quiet atmosphere where a fly could burp, his stomach grumbled.

!!!

The expression on Song Yu's face changed in an instant, and what finally stopped on his face was surprise, "Did you not eat dinner?"

"I've eaten." Gu Qingchi quickly stuffed the charger into his pocket and walked towards the door with his head bowed. He could no longer breathe the air with Song Yu.

Embarrassed to suffocate!

"Hey..." Song Yu grabbed his arm, Gu Qingchi let out a "hiss", frowned and hugged his arm.

Song Yu was so frightened that he immediately let go of his arm, "What's wrong?"

"Accidentally cut it." Gu Qingchi said while clutching his arm.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Song Yu looked at him. In fact, if it was someone else who said lightly that he scratched his arm, he wouldn't have any doubts, but when Gu Qingchi said that, he felt that it might not be that simple, " is it serious?"

"It's not serious," Gu Qingchi glanced at him, "Thank you for your concern."

Song Yu pursed his lips, pointed back to the kitchen and said, "If you haven't eaten yet, there are still some dumplings in the kitchen..."

Gu Qingchi didn't speak, and went straight to the entrance. Just when Song Yu was about to turn around and go back to the bedroom, he suddenly turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

The corners of Song Yu's mouth curled up unconsciously, trying very hard not to laugh out loud on the spot.

Gu Qingchi obediently sat down at the dining table with hot dumplings, and asked, "Do you want to eat?"

Song Yu wasn't very interested in quick-frozen dumplings, but the sauce that Gu Qingchi made smelled particularly good, and he really wanted to taste it, "Let's have a couple of them."

Gu Qingchi went back to the kitchen and brought him a small bowl, filled it with an auspicious number, "Is six enough?"

"Yeah." Song Yu picked up a dumpling and dipped it in the dipping sauce, the taste was really amazing.

Gu Qingchi ate very fast, and Song Yu felt as if he swallowed it before chewing.

His throat and eyes hurt.

"Is the phone easy to use?" Song Yu looked at him with his chin on his hands.

Gu Qingchi swallowed the dumpling, "It's pretty good, but I don't know how to use most of the functions, so it's a waste to send it to me."

"It's okay, let's study it slowly. I didn't know anything when I just bought a mobile phone, so I figured it out by myself." Song Yu said.

"I don't know as much as you do. It's too strenuous for me to think about it." Lu Qingchi lowered his eyes and continued eating dumplings.

Song Yu pursed his lips and looked at him.

Now that Gu Qingchi wasn't wearing a hat, he could clearly see the scar on his forehead.

Every stitch is a brownish-red scab.

Gu Qingchi's hair has grown out, it looks like a fluffy circle, but it must have thorns to the touch.

"I really wanted to ask you before, why didn't you go to school later?" Song Yu asked.

"My dad won't let you read it," Gu Qingchi looked up at him, "I think I told you."

"Why not let me read it? Is it because the conditions don't allow it or for some other reason?" Song Yu asked.

"There are not so many reasons. At that time, I was still young, and my father could do whatever my father said." When Gu Qingchi said this, his tone was quite calm, but his eyes were a little cold.

"Then your dad is really..." Song Yu sighed softly, "Then do you want to study?"

Gu Qingchi was silent for a long time, then he gritted his molars and said, "Do you just want to ask me why I spend so much time fooling around?"

Song Yu was taken aback by his question.

Gu Qingchi seemed to be careless, but his thoughts were almost always in a state of first-level alert, very sensitive.

So sensitive...it made him feel a little distressed.

His ultimate goal is indeed to find out about Lu Qingchi's family background, whether it is ups and downs, he wants to know.

One is because he is now a creditor, and it is appropriate to want to know the living conditions of the debtor, and the other is because he wants to understand and trust Gu Qingchi through more understanding.

He believed that no matter how much Gu Qingchi messed around, there was always a reason, throwing away those things that held him back, maybe Gu Qingchi was just a very simple and childish child.

Just like when he teased the goldfish.

He was willing to believe that there was a reason for everything Gu Qingchi did, but he just wanted to know the reason.

Without waiting for his reply, Gu Qingchi got up with a smile and said, "I've finished eating, thank you for the hospitality, the dumplings are delicious."

"You're welcome." The questions Song Yu wanted to ask were suppressed by his indescribable smile.

"Do you want to eat soup dumplings tomorrow morning? There is a soup dumpling restaurant in my house that has been open for more than 20 years. The taste is very good." Gu Qingchi asked very rarely. He didn't want to owe Song Yu anything. You have to be clear.

"Sure, what's the matter?" Song Yu was very generous.

"Pork, crab roe, shrimp." Gu Qingchi said.

"Shrimp." Song Yu said.

"Okay." Gu Qingchi stood up and said goodbye to Song Yu after cleaning the dishes.

Song Yu walked to the window and watched his back slowly disappear from sight.

Gu Qingchi kept his promise, and brought him two drawers of soup dumplings early the next morning.

but……

How could someone pack the cage together!

"That's awesome, why did you bring this thing along too!" Song Yu took the cage in a daze, opened the door a little, and wanted Gu Qingchi to come in and eat together.

Gu Qingchi stood at the door without moving, "The disposable packing box is easy to get cold, this thing will not taste good when it gets cold, I will return the cage later, the proprietress knows me well."

"Hey," Song Yu put two cages of soup dumplings on the shoe cabinet and opened it for a look. The size was more than half the size of a fist, and there were eight of them in the two drawers. "I can't eat this! Help me eat some!"

"Such a small appetite?" Gu Qingchi raised his eyebrows.

"I'm losing weight." Song Yu stretched out his hand and dragged Gu Qingchi into the room involuntarily.