Three Batches of Dog Blood Stories

"I..." Zhao Tan was just about to say something, but was interrupted by a bell ringing in Song Cheng's pocket.

"Damn." Song Cheng cursed, but after picking up the phone, his tone was different: "What's wrong, baby?"

On the phone was a male voice that Zhao Qin had never heard before.It's quite greasy, like talking with your asshole in between.

"get out of class is over? Ah... We have an appointment to go to the riverside today?" Song Cheng glanced at Zhao Qin, "I'm sorry, sorry, I didn't expect to have a lot of work so I forgot."

"No, I'm really in the company." Song Cheng coaxed for a while, the voice on the phone became louder, and he pulled the phone away.

Zhao Qin didn't feel much, but thought that the busy Song finally had no time to bother him, so he pressed the number of floors in his house and waited for the elevator to climb up the stairs.

"I'll talk about it tomorrow, okay? Go to bed early, and going to bed late is not good for your skin."

"No, I'm really not with anyone else..."

When the elevator arrived, Zhao Tan stepped out of the elevator, Song Cheng hurriedly chased after him: "Wait!"

Song Cheng couldn't take care of the phone anymore, hung up hastily, and got stuck between the door and the door frame.

Song Chengzhen felt that Zhao Tan had changed: "You want to lock me out alone?"

Song Cheng's hair was wet and dripping, and he was wearing thin clothes. The silk pajamas were wet and dry, and the temperature outside was low, so he was still coughing a few times—poor.

Zhao Tan had no choice but to step aside, Song Cheng used to push an inch, and as soon as he stepped through the door, he happily kissed Zhao Tan.

Zhao Tan wiped his face in disgust as if he had been licked by a dog.Song Cheng had a surprisingly good temper. He grabbed the back of Zhao Tan's hand and rubbed his cheek.

"Song Cheng..." Zhao Qin dragged his tone and finally lowered his voice, "Dry your hair first."

"Okay." Song Cheng sat on the carpet next to the sofa with cushions on his back. Zhao Qin picked up the hair dryer and set it to the hot setting.

Actually bitter.The older you are, the less vigilant you are about right and wrong. Many behaviors you despised when you were young, now you do not have much sense of self-blame.It's like now, the forefoot is just asking people to return the key, but now it's cheap to give people a massage.

"It's really comfortable." Song Cheng said, leaning back and resting his head on Zhao Tan's lap: "It's a loss if you don't sell your craft."

Zhao Qin didn't feel depressed any more, he pulled out his massaging hand and patted Song Cheng's head with a chestnut.

"Oh, why did you hit me?" Song Cheng hurriedly covered his head, "You're too hard on yourself, aren't you afraid of beating me up like a fool?"

"It's not smart anyway." Zhao Qin said.

Song Cheng curled his lips: "Love hurts me."

From some aspects, Song Cheng is very simple, or to put it bluntly, he is stupid, unscheming, outspoken, and forgetful.These qualities are both strengths and weaknesses.

Zhao Tan kicked Song Cheng: "It's getting better."

Song Cheng was reluctant: "Day by day, my temper is getting bigger and bigger."

Zhao Qin was thinking about buying concert tickets. After checking the payment, he found out that it was Christmas.Song Cheng came over to take a look, and had a lot of opinions: "Why is it this guy again, Getu is dead."

Zhao Tan said, "Don't worry, you don't need to listen."

Song Cheng smiled: "If you don't come with me, you still have to buy two tickets. How can you occupy two seats with one ass?"

Zhao Tan felt it was time to remind Song Cheng: "I'll go with Song Qi."

"Huh?" Song Cheng sat up straight, "Don't get me wrong, I clearly told my brother that I can go with you."

Zhao Qin thought, Song Cheng is really stupid.

"It's impossible for my brother to go to the concert with you." Song Cheng was sure, "He hates crowded places. When I was young, I wanted to go to an amusement park. I begged him for a long time before he took me there. He refused to let me go. Roller coasters, only the merry-go-round rides and flower rides with silly nursery rhymes."

"So, it's better to come with me." Song Cheng said, putting his arm on Zhao Qin's shoulder.

Zhao Qin moved Song Cheng's arm away: "Then do you have any arrangements for Christmas?"

Just as Song Cheng wanted to say no, he choked up.

Please, besides Han Chuyu, he still has two partners. Even if he takes turns in the morning, noon, and evening, he doesn't have time to share with Zhao Qin.

"Let me check the arrangement." Song Cheng lowered his head and flipped through his phone, "Pick up He Zhao from get out of class at [-]:[-] noon, have dinner with Chu Yu at [-]:[-], and Lily gets off work at [-]:[-]..."

Song Cheng raised his head innocently and asked Zhao Qin, "Did you buy the morning show?"

Zhao Qin smiled: "Why don't you work harder, go to the singer's company, persuade his manager, and while he is still popular, bite the bullet and add a morning concert to make more money?"

"Zhao Qin!" Song Cheng could hear Zhao Qin mocking him, "Who told you to buy Christmas tickets? If you want to change the date, I'll be free?"

"Farewell, you are busy." Zhao Qin got up and went to wash up.Although he can't drive Song Cheng away, he can make things difficult for Song Cheng. How can I put it this way, it's really interesting to see this little idiot jumping around.

"Yin-yang weirdness!" Song Cheng grabbed the pillow and threw it away, but he couldn't feel better after throwing it away. "I don't know what brother is doing. If you don't help me well, you will have dinner with Zhao Qin!"

"Watch the concert after dinner!" Song Cheng kicked up another pillow: "What's so interesting about a broken concert? That voice is not as good as mine!"

"I'll forget it if I'm pissed off."