paranoia

To Song Jing's question, Song Wanzhou didn't answer immediately. He frowned slightly, lowered his eyelids slightly, and thought for a while quietly.

On the surface, Song Jing just mentioned it casually, lazily pillowing on Song Wanzhou, as if he didn't care too much, but actually squinted his eyes, observing the subtle expressions on Song Wanzhou's face, thinking Read his inner thoughts.

Selfishly speaking, Song Wanzhou feels that Song Jing's career is too tiring, most people only see the glamor on the screen, but they don't know how much effort is needed behind it, and the constant compromises and compromises to their own lives.

Song Wanzhou noticed Song Jing's running back and forth.

During the holidays, Song Jingcai lived with him, and usually stayed in a hotel when he was out of town.

Not to mention the days when he used to go 360 and five days a year, and he wouldn't go home even on New Year's Eve.

Running around without a fixed place, I finally had a time to take a serious rest, but I could only stay at home to catch up on sleep, and I couldn't go to crowded places, fearing that if I recognized it, it would only cause trouble.

Every time he saw the tiredness on Song Jing's face, Song Wanzhou felt uncomfortable.

It's all his fault too.

If he hadn't said a word, asked Song Jing if he wanted to be a star, and made a promise that would never be fulfilled, maybe his younger brother, like everyone else, chose to continue to enjoy university campus life after further study, or had already followed the The career plan envisioned by the individual begins to work.

No matter what the final choice is, at least it is based on Song Jing's own ideas, not him.

During the period when the two separated, Song Jing unswervingly chose to be a star because of him, and finally worked hard to create his own world, continue to develop, and he will definitely get better results in the future.

If Song Jing changed his mind because of his words now, it would be too unfair to Song Jing.

He also knew that Song Jing didn't ask casually, so he couldn't be so selfish.

Song Wanzhou raised his eyelids and stared at Song Jing seriously, "I think you are fine now, you can do whatever you like."

"Is there something I like?" Song Jing stretched out his hand, his index finger lingering on Song Wanzhou's chest, "It seems that it's not time to do whatever you want."

"Xiaojing..." Song Wanzhou hurriedly pressed the troublesome hand on his body, and said angrily, "Don't make trouble."

"Brother has wronged me. The only thing I have always liked is you." Song Wanzhou's hands were restrained, and he could only let Song Jing slide down his eyebrows on a whim, "Brother's eyebrows... Eyes...nose...lips...chin...hands...and here, even the whole body, I like it."

Song Wanzhou froze and said tremblingly, "Xiaojing, don't make trouble..."

Song Jing stretched out his fingers, traced the shape of the bulge through the fabric, and kneaded it gently, "Brother is really bad. I said I was making trouble when I was wronged." It sounded extremely wronged.

Even if Song Wanzhou knew that he was faking, he had no choice but to resist verbally.

"Brother, tell me, if I go to university with an ordinary undergraduate course like everyone else, and then go to graduate school, will I have the opportunity to be my brother's student?" Song Jing had a serious face, but his hands were not obedient at all.

Hearing what Song Jing said, Song Wanzhou couldn't help imagining the scene of Song Jing sitting in the classroom.

He was wondering if Song Jing would keep staring at him, making him unable to concentrate in class.

He chuckled softly, "Xiao Jing read early. When you were in college, I should still be studying for a Ph. D. At most, I would be a teaching assistant for you, and I couldn't teach you."

Song Jing shook his head regretfully, and asked curiously: "How is brother teaching? Will the students listen to you?" As he spoke, Song Jing's face gradually darkened, "Or are they going to tease you in class?" You, have been secretly photographing you?"

"It's not that I don't have a job." Song Wanzhou recalled the scene where the students had to bring their own stools to get a seat every time in class, and just smiled lightly, "Everyone is an adult, and they won't play tricks on the teacher so childishly, they are very obedient. "

"Oh?" Song Jing raised the corners of his mouth and said pointedly: "Of course, my brother will not be without a job, but some people may be."

Song Wanzhou didn't understand Song Jing's meaning, "I've been an auditor, and other teachers speak much better than me."

"Really? Why do I think you speak the best?" Song Jing said.

The movements of Song Jing's hands are getting bigger and bigger, Song Wanzhou's face is ugly, pinching/tightening/legs, his face is hot, he quickly changed the subject, and pushed Song Jing up, "It's time to eat, the soup is cold. "

"Wait until the soup is cold." Song Jing said nonchalantly at this moment, "If it gets cold here, it will be inconvenient to eat."

... (no car

Too much time wasted at home. When Song Wanzhou went to school on Monday, it was the rush hour for work. He hurriedly found out the subway card that he hadn't used for a long time at home, and prepared to take the subway to school.Rather than letting Song Jing drive him and being stuck in a traffic jam on the elevated highway for more than half an hour, it would be better to squeeze with other office workers.

Seeing that he was about to be late, Song Wanzhou rushed to the office with his briefcase in a hurry, completely oblivious to the person walking quickly from the side road.

Being bumped, Song Wanzhou lost his balance and took a step back.

Song Wanzhou was obviously taken aback when he saw who was the one who hit him.

A few days ago in the shopping mall, I saw Vice President Guang Wuwu with a happy face, but now his face is tired, his eyes are dark and blue, and he walks hastily. He seems to have something urgent to deal with, and he doesn't even bother to apologize, so he left in a hurry.

Song Wanzhou looked at the lonely back of the vice president for a while, and then he remembered that he was late. He retracted his scattered thoughts and walked to the office without stopping.

The Monday morning meeting has been going on for a few minutes.

When Song Wanzhou pushed the door and entered, all the teachers and students present looked at him in unison.They were all surprised that the scientific monster who was always the first to arrive at the office was actually late, which was rarely seen in a century.

Ning Xi was also curious. After the meeting was over, he called Song Wanzhou who hadn't recovered from the situation, and asked with concern, "Did something happen on the way?"

Song Wanzhou lowered her head in embarrassment: "I didn't hear the alarm clock, I got up late."

In fact, he was pestered by the clingy Song Jing to prevent him from going to work.

Ning Xi didn't say anything, but advised him to pay more attention to rest.

Song Wanzhou remembered the vice president, lowered his voice and asked: "Ning Bo, I just met the vice president downstairs coming out of the administration building. It seems that something happened. Is it related to us? Last time The national program you applied for?"

Ning Xi took a sip of strong tea, and said in surprise, "Why did you go to Wanzhou on the weekend? Didn't the group talk about it for the whole weekend? You didn't speak up, so I thought you were not interested. So you didn't even return the news. I didn't read it." He coughed, and said seriously: "The vice president is going to be replaced, the previous one has a problem with his style, and he will probably be fired."