Three Batches of Dog Blood Stories

"Why did you make me wait so long again?" Song Cheng complained on the other end of the phone.

Zhao Tan stared at the aisle without blinking, feeling nervous and ashamed: "Is Mr. Song busy? If not, hang up first. I'm very busy here."

Song Cheng didn't care much: "What can you do? Why don't you just have dinner with my brother?"

Zhao Qin had a premonition that Song Cheng called because of Yan Feng's talkativeness, but he didn't expect that Song Cheng would directly expose it.

"Why don't you speak, am I wrong?"

"Cough, it seems to be all right, then I'll hang up."

"Hey, hey, wait a minute." Song Cheng was quite dissatisfied, "What's the matter with you, Zhao Tan? Can you stop calling me Mr. Song as soon as you get in front of my brother? It's not like he doesn't know about our relationship."

"Heh." Zhao Qin sneered, switched to holding the phone with his right hand, and his expression became serious: "Song Cheng, I made it very clear that we have separated."

Song Cheng didn't think it was a problem: "That's all happened last month."

Zhao Qin didn't want to give Song Cheng a chance to argue: "What happened last month, it's not like this month won't count. Since I mentioned breaking up, it's breaking up——"

"But you haven't seen me this month, how do you know you won't go back on your word?" Song Chengzi had a reason, "I've been introspecting this month and thinking about you every day—"

Zhao Qin interrupted him impatiently: "Including during the island tour with Miss Han?"

Zhao Tan really wanted to remind Song Cheng that when lying, first set Moments to "partially invisible".

Song Cheng only paused for a moment, and then continued: "She said she wanted to go for a long time, and I took her there. If you want to go, I will take you there too. Why are you acting so weird?"

"No, thank you." Zhao Tan hung up the phone.

Song Qi settled the bill a long time ago, but he didn't come over until he saw Zhao Qin put the phone in his pocket.

Song Qi asked, "Go or sit?"

Zhao Qin sniffed and replied, "Let's go."

Zhao Qin went to pick up the car from the basement of a nearby shopping mall. Song Qi stood by the roadside waiting for Zhao Tan, and then Song Qi's phone rang.

Caller Song Cheng.

Song Qi's eyes were dim, and his thumb stopped an inch above the red phone sign, and moved back to the green phone sign after a few seconds.

"Hello, Chengcheng." Song Qi picked up the phone.

Song Cheng opened his mouth and asked: "Brother, you are with Zhao Tan, right? Give him the phone quickly, I haven't finished talking yet."

Zhao Qin's car emerged from the underground garage. Song Qi looked at the two bright lights in front of the car and said, "He's not here now."

Song Cheng complained: "How is it possible, we were still together just now, where did he go?"

Song Qi changed the subject: "Is there anything you can do with him?"

Song Cheng said: "Of course, I... hey, tell you that you don't understand either, so give him the phone."

The car approached a little bit, but Song Qi said: "He is not here now, I can tell you if you have anything."

"Is this possible?" Song Cheng considered the feasibility.

Zhao Tan honked the horn, and Song Qi walked over to open the door and get in the car. After sitting firmly, Song Qi asked, "Do you need to tell me?"

"Then trouble brother, who told him not to answer my phone call." The defenseless Song Cheng said carelessly, "Tell Zhao Qin, if he doesn't lose his temper with me, I can spare time to accompany him. He went to the concert of that outdated singer called what."

Song Qi couldn't help being amused by his younger brother's statement, how could anyone make such a gesture when they got back together with their ex.

"It's okay to go for a drive on weekends, I try to get up early."

"I can't stand watching stinky, long and boring movies."

"And what else... Forget it, you won't be able to remember if you say too much, so let's do it first."

Song Qi said: "Okay."

Then Song Qi put away his phone and looked at Zhao Tan in the driver's seat.

He was sure that Zhao Tan could hear him, otherwise the speed would not have dropped to 30 yards.

Song Qi asked: "Zhao Tan, who is your favorite past singer?"

Zhao Tan's hands holding the steering wheel trembled: "Ask, what do you do with this?"

Song Qi said: "Can you invite me to his concert?"

Zhao Qin kicked the accelerator and lost weight, and instantly increased the speed to 80 yards.

"Okay, okay." Zhao Qin stammered in front of Song Qi again, "I will buy a ticket when I go back."