Three Batches of Dog Blood Stories

[The timeline is after the third batch]

On the night of the 29th, Song Cheng went dancing with his friends, until two or three o'clock, he called Zhao Tan drunkenly, asking Zhao Tan to pick him up.

"It's already time, and he hasn't gone to bed yet?" Yan Feng suggested to his brother very seriously: "Go to my place and rest for a night, don't keep tossing others."

Song Cheng firmly disagreed and insisted on calling Zhao Tan out.

Zhao Tan couldn't sleep because he missed Song Cheng who hadn't returned home. Although Song Cheng promised repeatedly that he would trust him, his previous convictions were in front of him, so he lacked the confidence to believe him.

Usually going to work in a serious manner, Zhao Tan was worried that Song Cheng would be taken away by wild flowers that appeared from nowhere, not to mention that tonight Song Cheng was going to a bar where sex incidents were frequent.

When Zhao Qin drove to the entrance of the bar, only Song Cheng was left, pitifully holding the telephone pole, Zhao Qin walked over to pull him, and was knocked down by him.

Song Cheng closed his eyes and said, "I'm awake, don't try to seduce me."

Zhao Qin squatted down to look at Song Cheng, Song Cheng was still muttering: "Go away, go away, my boyfriend will pick me up later, if you pester my boyfriend again..."

"So what?"

"Don't want me anymore." Song Cheng's way of speaking after drunk was very cute.

Zhao Tan sighed and pulled Song Cheng up from the ground. Song Cheng was not happy at first, but when he opened his eyes and saw that it was Zhao Tan, he smiled brightly: "Here you are?"

"Ah."

Song Cheng circled Zhao Tan and kissed Zhao Tan on the cheek: "Look, baby, I'm not messing around, am I very good?"

"Yes." Even if Song Cheng was drunk, Zhao Qin didn't want to be too intimate outside, but Song Cheng insisted on clinging.

"My legs are weak and I can't stand, what's wrong with me?" Song Cheng was dissatisfied, "You and brother are kissing outside, and I want it too."

"When do I..."

"Yes." Song Cheng pressed his lips extremely close, breathing on his face, ready to kiss at any time. "I've seen it all."

Before Zhao Tan could push it away, Song Cheng kissed her, and Zhao Tan immediately tasted the strong smell of wine.

"Stop messing around, okay?"

"I'm drunk, and when I'm drunk, I want to mess around." Song Cheng insisted, "You have to follow me."

Zhao Tan was speechless: "Still following you? It would be good if you don't hit you."

Zhao Tan, who didn't go home in the middle of the night, dared to call someone to pick him up, and now was drunk in the street, always treated Song Cheng with an old mother mentality, wanted to beat Song Cheng very much.

"You actually want to hit me?" Song Cheng stepped up aggrieved, "You don't even want to touch my brother's finger, but you want to hit me, I'm too miserable."

"Stop acting." Zhao Tan dragged Song Cheng into the car and finally fastened his seat belt.

It was already three o'clock in the morning when we got home, Zhao Tan asked Song Cheng to keep his voice down, Song Cheng covered his mouth obediently, and said that he would not wake up his brother.

But Song Qi had already woken up, he made the hangover soup, and leaned on the sofa covered with a blanket.

"Are you back?" Song Qi woke up when he heard the sound, Song Cheng widened his eyes and hid behind Zhao Qin.

Song Qi came over wearing a blanket and kissed Zhao Qin on the cheek. Zhao Qin blamed himself: "Sorry, I disturbed you."

"I don't blame you." Song Qi smiled, and then his eyes moved to Song Cheng.

Song Cheng turned his head to the other side.

"Certificate."

"...Why?" Song Cheng looked back at Song Qi reluctantly.

"Why did you come back so late?" Song Qi asked.

"I... I told Zhao Tan when I went out." Song Cheng pushed Zhao Tan out, Zhao Qin coughed, and helped Song Cheng: "He has been bored for several days, going out with friends...it should be. "

This picture is like the father training the child and the mother protecting the child.

Song Qi couldn't help it: "You're used to him."

Song Cheng proudly hugged Zhao Qin tightly, raised his chin: "That's my good boy."

Song Qi stretched out his hand to pinch Song Cheng's face: "If you're really good, go to the kitchen and drink hangover soup, then take a shower and sleep."

Song Cheng obeyed obediently, and Zhao Tan said, "You have to get up early tomorrow, so go to bed first."

Song Qi asked: "What about you?"

"Song Cheng probably will take a while, and I will sleep in the guest room with him, so as not to disturb you."

Song Qi laughed: "Let him sleep by himself."

"This...isn't that good." Zhao Qin was in a dilemma. Song Cheng's personality was like a child's. Once he felt that you were biased and didn't care about him, he would pout and look for trouble.

"Drunkards don't have the right to speak." Song Qi behaved very dearly, "Go to bed first, I'll take care of him."

"This..." Zhao Qin was afraid that Song Qi would be tired, but Song Qi was very determined: "I don't know what he is planning. You go and take care of him, and you won't be able to get up tomorrow?"

Zhao Qin blushed: "This... no, he's drunk."

"It's just pretending." Song Qi exposed it bluntly, and pushed Zhao Tan into the bedroom.

After Song Cheng took a shower, he deliberately pulled off his bathrobe to reveal his sexy chest and abdomen, and then slowly came out.

"Baby~" Song Cheng called frivolously to the people sitting in the living room, but unfortunately he fainted after walking a few steps: "Why is it you, brother."

Song Qi asked: "Have you cleaned up?"

"Okay." Song Cheng was unhappy, and closed the bathrobe that was opened wide.

"Then sleep in the guest room."

"Why?!" Song Cheng was excited, "Such a big bed, you want me to sleep in the guest room?"

"Because you're annoying." Song Qi smiled.