Three Batches of Dog Blood Stories

Zhao Tan didn't go to work, but turned to Song Cheng instead.

He admitted that he was cheap, who told him that he couldn't convince himself, and left the sick Song Cheng alone in the room to vent his anger.

Zhao Qin understands Song Cheng's temper, and Song Cheng speaks freely and lacks self-control when he gets angry.The words Song Cheng said to Song Qi were just angry words, even if his mouth was moving, his mind might not follow. To a large extent, he didn't know what he said.When we got along in the past, Song Cheng said more hurtful things to Zhao Qin. At first, Zhao Qin was also hurt and couldn't accept it. But after finding out about Song Cheng, Zhao Qin was able to enlighten himself: "Song Cheng didn't do it on purpose, he I just can't help myself."

Zhao Tan called Song Cheng a lot along the way, but Song Cheng didn't answer. Fortunately, the guard had an impression of him. He heard that his friend was seriously ill, so he asked passing residents to swipe their cards to open the electronic gate on the first floor.

Zhao Tan wasn't sure if Song Cheng was still in the house, but Song Cheng refused to answer the phone, so he could only bet that Song Cheng didn't leave.

"Song Cheng, are you there?" Zhao Tan went upstairs and knocked on the door, but there was no response after knocking for a long time.

Zhao Tan didn't think sick people would run far away, and was even more worried about Song Cheng's accident. When he was about to go downstairs to find the property to open the door, the door finally opened.

"It's so noisy!" Song Cheng behind the door, with disheveled hair and disheveled pajamas, came closer to smell the smell of alcohol.

"Song Cheng, you..."

"Aren't you okay with my brother? Why are you looking for me? See if I'm dead or not?" Song Cheng walked out unsteadily, turned his head to look around, "Hey, where is my brother, he didn't come with you?"

"He's taking care of your girlfriend."

"My girlfriend?" Song Cheng thought for a while, "Oh, you said Lily...my brother is taking care of Lily."

Song Cheng laughed, he pressed Zhao Tan's shoulders, and picked up a lock of Zhao Tan's hair to play with: "Hey, my baby, you are really big, let my brother go with Lily, I'm afraid you don't want to be like me , the top of the head is green."

"What nonsense?" Zhao Qin would not take Song Cheng's drunken nonsense seriously, he lifted Song Cheng's armpit and found that Song Cheng's clothes were wet a lot.

Zhao Qin was a little angry: "What are you doing?"

Song Cheng didn't want to stand up straight, and put his hand on Zhao Tan's shoulders: "What else can I do, just help you see my brother's true face."

Zhao Tan couldn't keep up with Song Cheng's thoughts: "Don't talk about it, you are sick, why don't you lie on the bed obediently, why drink too much? And what's the matter with your clothes, it's so wet and you still wear it, afraid of catching a cold Early?"

Song Cheng's head resting on Zhao Qin's shoulder didn't turn away.

The more Zhao Qin looked at it, the more angry he became, thinking that if I were your mother, I would definitely beat you to death, you worry-free little bastard.

"Zhao Qin." Song Cheng suddenly became wise, and he began to act out the plot he was best at - selling miserably.

"I feel uncomfortable." As he spoke, his throat was a little dry, "I don't understand why you suddenly ignored me, you were not like this before."

"When I woke up this morning, I felt very uncomfortable. My throat hurts and my head hurts. Lily doesn't care about me at all. I call you, but you don't answer."

Song Cheng was acting, and he got into the drama: "Is it because I have a brother, that I am not important?"

Zhao Tan almost subconsciously denied it, but luckily he accidentally bit his tongue and didn't say anything.

"Brother is much better than me, isn't he?" Song Cheng let go of Zhao Tan, his teary eyes made people feel sad.

Zhao Qin was stunned for a while, then pushed Song Cheng away and entered the room: "Where did you put your clothes, change to dry clothes first."

"The cloakroom." Song Cheng wiped away his tears, and followed Zhao Qin sullenly, like a child waiting for his mother to find clothes to wear.But the child will not be taller than the mother, let alone hug the mother from behind, making the mother breathless.

"Zhao Qin." Song Cheng began to act coquettishly again, breathing on the side of Zhao Qin's neck. Song Cheng found that he missed the feeling of hugging Zhao Qin intimately. post.

"Release." Zhao Tan was a little uncomfortable, "It's in the way."

Song Chengbuyi: "Not at all, the hands and feet are obviously very convenient."

Zhao Tan slapped Song Cheng's face with the clothes he found, "Go and change."

Song Cheng sniffed and said, "I'm dizzy, I can't change it."

"Stop raping, you are drunk but not demented."

"Really." Song Cheng picked up the clothes slowly, shaking them back and forth, but couldn't find where the neckline was.Zhao Tan impatiently pulled out the collar and stuffed it in Song Cheng's hand. Song Cheng curled his lips and lowered his head to unbutton it.

Song Cheng has a good figure, and he believes in capturing people's hearts with his charm. He cares more about his appearance than most people. He seems to have unbuttoned his chest on purpose. The muscles are stretched, and the seductive shallow gully is looming with the breathing.

Song Cheng muttered in a low voice: "While saying that he doesn't like me, he peeked at me lewdly."

Zhao Qin didn't expect to be discovered, and his face turned red: "Who peeked at you!"

"It's just that you peeked at me and still don't admit it."