Three Batches of Dog Blood Stories

Compared with Song Cheng who is more clingy, Song Qi who just increased the number of WeChat messages is obviously much more sensible.

Song Cheng seemed to be stimulated by his brother. Not only did he order takeaways for Zhao Qin in different ways every day, but he also gave him an extra bouquet of flowers.Every time Zhao Qin ate his meal with a dark face, he distributed the flowers to his female colleagues—his education did not allow him to waste food.

The ignorant colleague patted Zhao Qin on the shoulder stupidly: "Brother, where did you meet a rich woman, her handwriting is like Mr. Song's flirting with Xiao Han, she is being taken advantage of!"

Then the 'living injustice' came slowly, hooked Zhao Tan's shoulders, and at the same time pushed his colleagues away calmly, and asked kindly: "What are you talking about, so happy?"

The colleague was so frightened that his heart stopped beating, but fortunately Zhao Qin helped him smooth things over: "Boss Song, you send Miss Han romantic roses every day."

Song Cheng's eyes widened, and Zhao Tan covered his mouth as soon as he opened it, and he let go only after his colleague slipped away with his neck curled up.

Song Cheng curled his lips: "You said you liked flowers and I gave them to you a long time ago. Why wait until now? If you don't say anything, you will hurt me."

Zhao Qin was speechless.

"Angry?" Song Cheng moved closer, "Did I say something wrong?"

Zhao Qin walked out carrying the takeaway bag, Song Cheng followed behind him, walked to the trash can, Zhao Qin casually threw away the hot takeaway.

"Am I really wrong?" Song Cheng pulled Zhao Tan, and before touching Zhao Tan's sleeve, Zhao Tan quickly walked into the smoking area.

"Don't ignore me, Zhao Tan."

"What's the matter?" Song Cheng trotted after Zhao Qin, and Zhao Qin simply bolted the balcony door.

Zhao Qin lit a cigarette and watched Song Cheng knock on the glass door while smoking.

Song Cheng's voice came in through the crack of the door: "Baby, I'm sorry, I apologize to you, don't be angry with me, okay?"

Zhao Qin's eyes gradually narrowed.

"Let's talk about it if you have anything to do. You open the door first..."

Before Song Cheng finished speaking, the door opened, and Zhao Tan pulled Song Cheng by his collar, almost dragging him into the balcony.

"What kind of nerves?" Song Cheng was hurt and naturally couldn't maintain a good temper, but at the moment Zhao Tan had a bigger temper than him, Zhao Qin shouted at Song Cheng: "Do you fucking feel that you are particularly wronged?"

The saliva sprayed on Song Cheng's face without mercy.

While Song Cheng was wiping his saliva, Zhao Qin sprayed again: "Why are you wronged? Are you worthy?"

One "according to" and one "matching", Song Cheng couldn't bear it, and retorted: "Zhao Tan, don't think that I will coax you patiently now, and you will really turn the world upside down. I don't understand why you old man is more important than women." Forced, one please, two please, three please still show off—”

"Then you go to find a woman, I stopped you?!" Zhao Qin's temper is not easy to provoke, pinching Song Cheng's collar and bumping forward: "Don't you just like people around you? Song Cheng, what, charm It's so big, the next one didn't catch the bait?"

Song Cheng's face was not good-looking.

Zhao Qin smiled: "I have the face to say that I will only hurt you if I don't say anything, heh, it seems that if I say it, you will take it to heart."

"Think about it yourself, except for the ambiguous moment, how many times have you remembered what you promised me?"

"What did I forget?" Song Cheng had no memory at all.

There are countless things to forget.

We agreed to have dinner together, and when it was almost time to call, "Sorry, I bought a movie ticket temporarily and can't come back, you can eat first"; I agreed to travel with two people, and finally added many irrelevant friends, "I didn't expect to have So many people are interested in that broken mountain. Anyway, the mountain is not interesting, and a few more people are more fun; the most outrageous thing is that in the first year of work, Zhao Tan was bewitched by the well-behaved Song Cheng, thinking that he could bring people home to meet his parents, and agreed Well, we went back to our hometown together, gathered together to plan the itinerary one, two, three, but ended up going to the train station alone.

"I can't get up, I'm so sleepy, I'm so cold...hey, there's no snow, I'll take you to the ski resort next time."

Snow is everywhere, and so are people.

Zhao Tan breathed heavily, wondering if it was because the wind outside was too cold that his bones were frozen.

"Yes, you haven't forgotten. How can you forget something that you have never remembered?"

One after another sad things are strung together one by one, and the weaving net will filter through the heart.

No wonder people who get along with each other for a long time tend to quarrel, and the bad things that were thrown into the corner suddenly come to mind, and the more they chew, the more uncomfortable they become.

"In the past, I paid for you voluntarily. You didn't owe me. Now, I wake up in time, and please raise your hand. Don't feel that I owe you." Zhao Qin let go of Zhao Tan, not noticing that the cigarette butt burned Song Cheng's shirt Hole, he shook off the soot, apologized, and left the balcony.

Song Cheng touched his face, it was a little wet, it was Zhao Tan crying.

He didn't know what Zhao Tan thought of to cry, but he knew that many things he had done were enough for Zhao Tan to cry.

He wanted to hug Zhao Tan to coax him, but Zhao Tan said that he was not worthy.

Today's scene is very familiar, balcony, quarrel, verbal conflict rose to physical conflict.

That's how Zhao Qin dumped him last time.

The difference is that last time he was very angry and punched Zhao Qin and left.

This time, Zhao Qin was very angry and didn't beat him, but kept him.

Song Cheng bent down to pick up Zhao Qin's cigarette butt that hadn't been thrown into the trash can, and threw it back into the trash can.

He thought, falling in love is no longer a happy thing.