paranoia

When the other party looked over, Song Wanzhou turned his back in time, held Song Jing's forearm uneasily and shook it, reminding him not to be too ostentatious.

Now that he has made up his mind to get back together with Song Jing, he doesn't want the same person to ruin their rare peaceful life again.

In fact, Song Wanzhou's requirements for life are very low, and it doesn't matter if it is a little bit bitter, as long as he can achieve the plainness he wants.

In the days when there was no Song Jing, he lived like a robot, staying in the office to work overtime when there were many projects, commuting to and from work regularly when there were few projects, repeating the same thing as today tomorrow, even on weekends, only occasionally One or two little episodes happened that didn't break the rhythm of his life.

But now that Song Jing appeared in his life again, the two adapted to each other, habits and changes have become an indispensable part of each other.

Because of this, Song Wanzhou wanted to live an ordinary life even more.

He added two words, Song Jing, to his requirements for life.

In any case, this time, Song Wanzhou wanted to live a good life with Song Jing.

So he didn't want to cause trouble.

If Song Wanzhou's life is compared to a function that tends to be stable, then for him, Cen Youfan's reappearance undoubtedly added a disturbance to the entire stable system.

No one can tell to what extent the system error caused by the disturbance will affect Song Wanzhou's life.

Even though Song Wanzhou had the correct three views, he knew that Cen Youfan and the vice president together were unethical and wrong, but he wasn't going to ask, he just wanted to pretend he didn't see it.

Whether it's the deputy dean who can cover the sky with one hand in the college, or Cen Youfan who makes him tremble, he doesn't want to have anything to do with them.

Especially now that he's with Soo Kyung.

His relationship with Song Jing, as well as Song Jing's status as a star, are things that Song Wanzhou needs to consider.

And Song Jing looked frankly at the astonished Cen Youfan and the unaware male companion beside her, squinted his eyes, sneered, opened and closed his lips, and silently greeted Cen Youfan: We meet again.

Ever since Song Wanzhou's hand was shattered and fractured by Cen Youfan, Song Jing had sworn that the next time he met her, he would definitely take revenge. All the pain Song Wanzhou had suffered would be fully paid, or even doubled. Return to the perpetrator.

Cen Youfan quickly let go of the hand on the man's arm, his face sank, he gritted his teeth slightly, and looked dissatisfiedly at the two men who were close together, especially the hands that were holding each other.

Even if the person standing next to Song Jing turned his back to her, she could still recognize that it was the lingering Song Wanzhou.

Because the only person who can make the cold Soo Kyung face any other look, she only knows one.

Especially Song Jing who hates physical contact, except for Song Wanzhou, Cen Youfan has never seen him willing to touch anyone else.

Unexpectedly, the two of them got together again.

Although she later learned that the two were not biological brothers, she still couldn't help hating, even hating Song Wanzhou.

If Song Wanzhou hadn't shamelessly seduced Song Jing, then the person standing next to Song Jing should be her.

Cen Youfan even regretted not destroying Song Wanzhou completely.

She just couldn't see Song Wanzhou getting Song Jing who she couldn't figure out easily, and Song Jing was so kind to Song Wanzhou, always full of love and tenderness on his face.

Since she can't get it, she doesn't allow others to get it.

"What's the matter?" The man, with a beer belly shy, pinched Cen Youfan's slender hand like a baby, and coaxed with a smile, "You didn't buy that bag just now, and you got angry again?"

Cen Youfan slowly withdrew his gaze, pouted his lips, stamped his feet, and complained coquettishly, "I don't even want to buy a bag for me, and even said I want a divorce, you're lying to me." He kept looking at the two people opposite him from the corner of his eye.

Song Wanzhou didn't know that the two had met their eyes. He picked up his clothes bag, pulled Song Jing from another direction, and left without looking back.

After returning to the car, he still felt a little uneasy, covered his heart, and couldn't breathe for a long time.

Song Jing frowned slightly, and pressed his palm on Song Wanzhou's chest, three circles on the left and right, gently rubbing back and forth, and asked worriedly, "Is brother better?"

After a few minutes of delay, the color of blood reappeared on Song Wanzhou's pale face. He raised his hand weakly and waved it, "It's much better."

Song Jing didn't know before that Song Wanzhou would have such a strong stress reaction when he saw Cen Youfan.

Noticing that Song Wanzhou was still a little uncomfortable, his brows became tighter and tighter, regretting using his brother to arouse Cen Youfan's emotions.

After Song Wanzhou had enough rest, he drove back.

Along the way, Song Wanzhou lowered his head and immersed himself in his own world, not noticing the increasingly cold expression on Song Jing's face.

As long as he thinks of Cen Youfan's face, he will recall the abandoned playground that afternoon and the rocks that kept hitting the back of his hands.

The bloody wound left an unsightly scar on the back of Song Wanzhou's hand, and when the weather changed, it would still hurt.

Song Jing sent Song Wanzhou downstairs, pressed the elevator for him, and walked out again.

Song Wanzhou raised his head in surprise, looked at Song Jing who was standing outside, and asked in confusion, "Aren't you going home?"

Before the elevator door closed, Song Jing raised his hand holding the mobile phone, waved to Song Wanzhou, and said relaxedly, "Brother, go back first, the manager is calling, I have something to look for."

Since it was a matter of work, Song Wanzhou naturally wouldn't ask too many questions, but just told him to go back early after making the phone call, and to make soup tonight, his hands hurt and he couldn't chop the ribs.

As the number of floors displayed on the screen increased, Song Wanzhou put away his gentle face and made a call.

The person on the phone was no stranger to him calling frequently, and said habitually, "What's the matter?"

"Little uncle," Song Jing shouted, "I sent you a file in your mailbox."

The first time he saw Cen Youfan in Song Wanzhou School, Song Jing asked Yu Duo to help him investigate Cen Youfan.

Yu Duo only found out that Cen Youfan hadn't looked for a job after graduating from a graduate student abroad, and he didn't know why he appeared in Song Wanzhou's school.

The investigation alone was not enough, Song Jing even hired a private detective to follow Cen Youfan.

Sure enough, the reason was found.

Yu Duo logged into the mail, received the compressed file from Song Jing, browsed through the photo from beginning to end, smiled, and commented: "The photo is quite clear."

"That college classmate of mine, are you still in touch?" Song Jing asked.

"Which college classmate?" Song Jing called him too many times recently, and Yu Duo didn't know where or who was mentioned in the call.

Song Jing said, "You said the one who works in the Education Bureau."

Yu Duo understood what Song Jing meant, and said helplessly, "That's not my classmate, but a senior who is many years older than me."

Song Jing didn't care whether he was a senior or a classmate, and said directly: "Little uncle, do you still have contact information with him? Can you make an appointment to have a meal together?"

Yu Duo also came from Song Jing's age group, so he naturally knew what the other party was thinking, so he agreed, "I'll ask later."

"By next Monday, okay?"

Yu Duo thought for a while and asked, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

Song Jing's eyes darkened, and he said dissatisfiedly: "My brother feels uncomfortable seeing Cen Youfan."

The implication is that he doesn't want to play tricks with Cen Youfan anymore.

After hanging up the phone, Yu Duo wondered why he became Song Jing's exclusive foreign aid, so he called him if something was wrong.

He runs an entertainment company. Besides worrying about Song Jing's acting career every day, he also has to solve various troubles raised by Song Jing. He plays different roles. He is a detective for a while, a bodyguard for a while, and now he is actually a courtesan.

In order to solve Song Jing's affairs and prevent him from making troubles, he had to set up a special bureau to invite people to dinner, and contacted the seniors who had not seen each other for a long time and worked in the Educational Affairs Bureau.

Song Jing couldn't help shaking his head, Song Jing's little uncle is really not something ordinary people can be.

Now he only hopes that after Song Wanzhou returns home, he can make Song Jingan feel better, call him less, and let him spend more time with Shuang'er and Mu Mu.

After calling Yu Duo, Song Jing was still worried, called out Yan Yan's contact information, and sent her two voice messages, asking her to help with something.

Yan Yan returned quickly, saying yes, and asked Song Jing to pass the things to her.

When Song Jing finished everything and went home, there was already an aroma of corn stewed pork ribs in the kitchen, and Song Wanzhou didn't look up when he saw him coming back, and sat on the sofa watching TV by himself.

Song Jing had already changed his shoes, "Brother, I'm back."

Song Wanzhou still didn't look up, just hummed softly.

Song Wanzhou's not-so-high reaction pleased Song Jing.

The corners of his mouth could not be restrained, he approached the silent Song Wanzhou lightly, and threw the sullen Song Wanzhou onto the sofa.

"Brother is unhappy?"

After returning home, Song Wanzhou prepared all the ingredients for the soup, and waited for Song Jing who called to come back to help him deal with the ribs.

He stayed in the kitchen, keeping an eye on the movement in the hallway.

After waiting for a long time, Song Jing, who promised him to come back as soon as possible, still didn't show up. Song Wanzhou simply endured the pain, processed the ribs by himself, and stewed them with the ingredients he had prepared.

The fragrance was overflowing, and Song Jing came back.

"No." Song Wanzhou would never admit it, "You get up first, you're pressing my hand, it hurts."

Hearing Song Wanzhou's cry of pain, Song Jing quickly sat up, took his whole red hand, familiarized him with promoting blood circulation, and asked softly, "Did it hurt when I pressed it, or did it happen when I was handling the ribs?" painful?"

In fact, Song Wanzhou's hand didn't hurt much anymore, but he was reluctant to take it out.

Not hearing Song Wanzhou's answer, Song Jing felt guilty, kissed the scar, and said pitifully, "Brother, don't be angry, please, blame me for coming back too late."

Song Wanzhou couldn't get angry at all, and sighed, "Is Xiaojing so busy?"

"Why did you ask so?"

Song Jing looked very much like a large golden retriever, wagging his tail excitedly at Song Wanzhou.

Song Wanzhou asked curiously: "Aren't you on vacation? Do you need to be open when you are on vacation?"

Song Jing seemed to be caught by Song Wanzhou's words, lying in Song Wanzhou's arms with his stomach in his arms and laughing, "My brother has done a good job in his homework, he has made great progress, and now he even knows what it means to do business. "

Song Wanzhou pouted, and said angrily, "I'm not an idiot."

"Yeah, brother is not an idiot, I am." Song Jing turned over and lay on Song Wanzhou's lap, staring at his brother's soft jawline, couldn't help but want to reach out and touch it, "Brother , what do you think of me being a star?"

Song Jing's hair is very stiff, and Song Wanzhou has just changed into pajama pants.Song Jing lay on him, his hair could scratch his thigh through the thin pajama pants, it was a little itchy.

He rubbed Song Jing's hair habitually, thought for a while, and replied seriously: "I enjoy it very much."

"What about you, still the same as before, do you want me to be a star?"