Three Batches of Dog Blood Stories

It was so embarrassing, Zhao Tan was about to suffocate, it was difficult for him to control his stiff body, and he felt that the fingers holding the chopsticks were trembling.

But Song Cheng is an idiot. Song Cheng couldn't tell that the atmosphere was wrong, and happily picked up food for his brother, saying, "Brother, please try this quickly. This piece of meat Zhao Qin fried is very delicious. He and Ju Yaxuan's cook has learned it before."

After a while, he said again: "Brother, this shrimp is also fresh, I always ask Zhao Tan to get it when I go back."

Song Qi's face turned pale, and he reluctantly handed over the bowl to take it.

Zhao Qin has never wished Song Cheng to shut up for a moment like now.

Song Cheng ate and drank well, excited, and took the initiative to open wine for the two of them: "Hey, why are you standing there, is the wine on the table just for decoration, and I have to serve it."

Song Qi smiled and said, "That's really hard work."

"It's not hard, it's not hard." Song Cheng picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and said to Zhao Tan, "But I really didn't expect you to be able to chat with my brother."

Zhao Qin said "Hum" without raising his head.

Then he said to Song Qi: "It's not me. I've known Zhao Qin for seven or eight years. He's as bored as a log. He can't even fart with three sticks. Brother, why are you playing with him? One, two, three Is it a wooden man?"

"I learned how to cook from him, and Zhao Qin is very competent as a teacher." Song used the bowl he hadn't touched to serve Song Cheng a bowl of pork rib soup, "Try this, it has been stewed for hours."

Song Cheng took it, and started boasting before drinking it: "Brother's cooking is delicious."

"Eat more ribs."

"it is good."

Obviously, Song Cheng didn't understand his brother's intentions, and the ribs didn't stop him. Instead, he interacted with Zhao Qin and sent the ribs in the bowl to Zhao Tan.

"My brother's stewed ribs are much better than takeaway, you taste it."

Zhao Tan raised his eyes, looked at Song Cheng, then at Song Qi, and said dryly, "Thank you."

Song Cheng smiled: "Why are you being polite to me!"

Zhao Qin wanted to put down his chopsticks.He didn't understand what Song Cheng meant, why he suddenly acted like a good brother.Yes, there was indeed an intimate relationship between them, but even in the best of times, the way they got along was not like this.When it's not Zhao Qin who buys vegetables, washes them, cooks them, cooks them all, Song Cheng just lays on the sofa and criticizes them.When Song Cheng was in a good mood, he acted coquettishly and asked Zhao Tan to feed him two chopsticks. At other times, Song Cheng would mostly complain about being "tired of eating", "too salty" and "not tasty enough".Zhao Tan is angry when he thinks about it. Others are not as dedicated to raising children as he is.

Seeing that Zhao Qin's complexion was getting worse and worse, Song Qi reminded Song Cheng to be careful: "Chengcheng, the food is already in your bowl, how can you give it to someone else?"

Song Cheng still couldn't comprehend his brother's intentions, so he replied very fatally: "Zhao Qin is not an outsider."

Zhao Qin is deaf.

Zhao Qin quickly put down his chopsticks, and the crisp sound of the chopsticks hitting the table successfully interrupted Song Cheng's thoughts.

Song Cheng asked: "Why are you so surprised?"

Zhao Qin said, "I'm sorry, I'm really not feeling well today, and I don't have much appetite, so I won't bother you two, and I'll take my leave first."

Song Cheng grabbed Zhao Tan and asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Qi: "Chengcheng!"

Song Cheng let go, even with a bit of reluctance on his expression.

If it wasn't for the wrong timing, Zhao Qin really wanted to grab Song Cheng's collar and ask him if he had taken the wrong medicine.

After Zhao Tan left, Song Cheng returned to normal and remembered the admonition of "speaking without eating".

The two ate in silence for a while, and Song Qi asked, "You and Zhao Tan...isn't just a simple subordinate relationship?"

"of course not."

Come to think of it, there is no reason for the boss to go to the subordinate's house for a meal.

Song Cheng recollected what was wrong with Song Qi's words: "...Subordinates? Did Zhao Tan tell you that?"

Song Qi nodded.

Song Cheng was upset, and Zhao Tan hated him again.

"It's too heartless." Song Cheng couldn't help being coquettish with his brother, "We've been in love for seven or eight years."

"Huh?" Forgive Song Qi's limited knowledge, "But, don't you have a girlfriend? Why... have you been in love with Zhao Qin for seven or eight years?"

Considering that his elder brother might not be able to accept his own views on love, Song Cheng changed to a libertine saying that conforms to ordinary people's cognition: "I'm just playing with others."

Song Qi thought of Han Chuyu who was crying miserably a few days ago: "That's... not good, the girl is so sad."

"I didn't force her." Song Cheng said, "If she wants to break up, can I disagree?"

"That's not the reason." Song Qi was quickly confused by Song Cheng's reasonable attitude, "Isn't the point that you have already hurt her?"

"Brother, you don't understand." Song Cheng put down the bowl and chopsticks, "I won't tell you anymore, I'm leaving."

"Chengcheng!" Song Qi called Song Cheng behind his back, and Song Cheng immediately disappeared.