Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

Early the next morning, Song Xun sat in the living room for the whole morning.

Near noon, there was a noise at the door.

Chu Yao came in with his packed lunch while changing his shoes. He raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw Song Xun sitting on the sofa.

"You didn't go out today?"

As soon as he came in, the faint smell of cigarettes and alcohol wafted over.

Chu Yao washed his hands, unpacked the packed food and placed it on the dining table. He then realized, “Why didn’t you say a word?”

Song Xun stared at him without saying a word.

"You're interrogating me like a criminal." Chu Yao pulled him up from the sofa and pressed him on the dining chair. "I just went out for a drink with my friends. Did you miss breakfast? Come on, eat."

Song Xun didn't believe his nonsense. How could such a good friend suddenly appear? So good that he spent more time with his friends than he did and even needed to go out overnight?

Chu Yao just didn't want to tell him the truth.

Song Xun felt a lump in his throat and stood up: "You can eat by yourself."

He pushed his chair aside and went out.

Chu Yao hurriedly took his coat and followed him out: "It's cold outside, put on more clothes."

Song Xun had just said that he was not cold, but as soon as he walked out of the building, he shivered in the cold wind. He silently took the clothes from Chu Yao's hand and put them on.

"If you don't want to eat what I packed, that's fine. Let's go wherever you want to go." Chu Yao followed closely behind.

Song Xun ignored him and went into the restaurant he had been to yesterday.

Chu Yao squeezed in and said, "Go inside and leave me a seat."

Song Xun sat as steady as a mountain, as if he didn't exist. Chu Yao had no choice but to sit close to him, and the big guy felt very suffocated.

"Can't you sit across from me?" It was originally a single seat, and Song Xun was squeezed by him so tightly that he couldn't move his hands and feet. He frowned as he ordered food.

Fortunately, each seat and table is partitioned so it doesn't attract attention.

When Chu Yao saw Song Xunguang ordered his portion, he quickly called the waiter, "Add another bowl of rice."

He smiled at Song Xun who was looking at him: "I like all the dishes you ordered."

Song Xun moved to the opposite seat in a bad mood and glared at Chu Yao who was about to follow him: "Don't move."

Chu Yao sat down angrily and muttered, "You just have a bad temper because of me."

His voice was not small, Song Xun heard it clearly, and he couldn't calm down. He didn't know whether he was full after the meal, but he was full of anger.

The other side, on the other hand, looked like they had been hungry for days and the food they ate was quite delicious.

Song Xun put down his chopsticks and stood up. Chu Yao hurriedly took the last two bites of rice and followed him.

"Wait, don't leave yet, there's still something else to do."

Song Xun stopped and thought that Chu Yao finally came to his senses and wanted to tell him where he went last night.

He turned around and said, "Tell me, what's the matter."

Chu Yao coughed and said, "I haven't paid the bill yet."

Song Xun's face suddenly turned cold and he turned away.

"Don't." Chu Yao held his arm, "If you don't care about me, I'll really be stuck here washing dishes."

Song Xun glanced at him: "Where's your money?"

"I spent it." Chu Yao confessed honestly.

It's only been two days, what a waste.

Song Xun had the urge to send Chu Yao in there to wash dishes for a month.

Chu Yao put his arm around his shoulders and pushed him in: "If I'm really detained here, how can I have time to cook for you in the future? You will definitely miss me."

Seeing that everyone inside was looking over, Song Xun pushed Chu Yao away and said, "Stay away from me, or I'll make you wash the dishes."

Chu Yao immediately let go of her hand, but kept saying, "I know you care about me and can't bear to leave me."

"Okay, I'll go and pay the bill."

Perhaps because he felt guilty, Chu Yao started mopping the floor and washing clothes as soon as he got home, and walked back and forth in front of Song Xun to show off.

"Baby, do you have any laundry to do?"

Song Xun took the remote control and changed the channel: "No."

"Would you like to have an apple? I'll peel it for you."

"No, I'm full."

Chu Yao felt bored and strolled into the kitchen.

I don't know what he was doing in there, but I heard a lot of clanging noises.

Song Xun couldn't help but take a look inside, pulling back the blanket and moving towards the kitchen.

Chu Yao was tidying up the kitchen. There were a pile of discarded bottles and cans in the trash can. Now he was eyeing the food he had packed for lunch and was about to throw it into the trash can.

"Wait a moment." Song Xun called him.

Chu Yao turned around and saw Song Xunyi happy: "Are you not angry with me anymore?"

Song Xun looked at the food in his hand and said, "It's not bad, why throw it away?"

Chu Yao put it down quickly: "It's my fault. I don't know how to live."

Song Xun nodded: "You don't know how to live. If the seasoning is used up, you can just add more. But you threw away the seasoning box as well. You have it."

"Really? How could I have thrown it away?" Chu Yao pretended to be confused and picked up the seasoning box from the trash can again. "I didn't pay attention. I guess I accidentally knocked it over."

Song Xun just watched him act, raised his chin and said, "Pack the food and you can eat it tonight."

Chu Yao figured out that this was not right and asked, "What about you?"

Song Xun picked up his clothes and went out: "I have money, let's go out to eat."

"No with people like you, go out to a restaurant and leave me alone to eat the leftovers."

Song Xun slammed the door, and when he heard Chu Yao yelling from inside, all the anger in his heart subsided.

*

Chu Yao stayed at home quietly for a few days, but then his old habits returned and he went out early and came back late every day.

His friends Song Xun had seen him a few times through the window. He looked very ostentatious, and the rumbling sound of a row of sports cars could be heard even from the rooftops.

Song Xun couldn't figure out how Chu Yao got mixed up with those people, so he simply gave up trying to figure it out. Chu Yao was not a person who couldn't figure things out, and it was impossible for him to mess around outside. Song Xun believed this, so he transferred 200,000 yuan to him on his mobile phone.

Although they all seem to be rich, Chu Yao, who lives in the moonlight tribe, can't even afford a meal. He is such a joke.

But sometimes, you can't say anything absolutely, and you'll get slapped in the face when the time comes.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Song Xun finished washing up and called Chu Yao. He waited for a long time but no one answered. Just as he was about to hang up, a voice came out.

"Hello."

A soft, uniquely feminine voice.

Song Xun glanced at his phone to make sure he had dialed the right number: "I'm looking for Chu Yao, where is he?"

"He's already asleep. How about this, I'll ask him to call you back when he wakes up."

Song Xun didn't come back to his senses until the call was disconnected.

At 10 o'clock in the evening, Chu Yao fell asleep? Where did he sleep?

There is a woman beside him!

Song Xun couldn't sit still anymore. He wanted to go out but didn't know where to go, so he locked the door barefoot.

If you have the guts, don't come back.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, there was a knock on the door.

Song Xun didn't sleep at all, and couldn't sleep, so he turned over and pretended not to hear.

After a while, the knocking sound disappeared.

Instead, there was Chu Yao's knock on the door.

"Baby - open the door -"

"I miss you so much——"

No reservations at all.

Song Xun lifted the quilt and hurriedly opened the door. The drunk Chu Yao, who was leaning against the door, lost his support and fell on the carpet in the entrance hall.

While Song Xun was closing the door, Chu Yao, who was lying on the ground, had already climbed up and hugged him from behind.

Such a big guy pressed Song Xun into the door.

The drunk Chu Yao didn't care about the severity of the situation. He pressed Song Xun down and moved anxiously, his breathing hot and disordered: "I haven't seen you for a day. I missed you so much."

Song Xun's lower back was hit against the door handle, causing a sharp pain. Chu Yao's neck was arched wildly, and the whole neck was filled with the pungent smell of alcohol.

He pushed Chu Yao away angrily: "Stay away from me, I don't want to see you now."

The next second, there was a sharp pain in the neck.

Song Xun's hand trembled as he pushed Chu Yao in pain, and he gritted his teeth and cursed: "Chu Yao, you are a fucking dog."

Chu Yao said, aggrieved: "You don't even miss me."

And he still has the nerve to feel wronged.

Song Xun pushed him away, stared into his eyes and asked, "Who is the woman with you?"

Chu Yao's eyes were dazed, and he didn't hear what he asked at all. He was just dissatisfied with the sudden distance. He swayed his body, took two steps forward, and hugged Song Xun tightly in his arms again.

"Don't push me away, hold me."

"Don't change the subject. Who is that person? If I don't explain it clearly today—" Song Xun held his breath, "It's over."

Chu Yao, who was originally drunk and unable to listen, suddenly raised his eyes. There was a thin red in his eyes, which were icy cold, and his jaw was tense, which made him look even sharper and colder.

He usually looked smiling and easy-going, but this was the first time he looked at Song Xun with such eyes.

The instinct of seeking profit and avoiding harm made Song Xun want to break free. Such Chu Yao was strange and dangerous.

Chu Yao's hands clasped his shoulders so tightly that it seemed as if they were digging into his bones. Song Xun had no way to retreat.

My breath hit my ears, and a hoarse voice sounded beside my ears, gentle but with a chill:

"You can only say this once, and I'll pretend it never happened."

It was as if a black snake spitting out its tongue was coiling around Song Xun's heart, wrapping around and tightening without leaving any space, making even his breathing difficult.

Chu Yao pressed down the back of Song Xun's head with one hand and said softly, "Otherwise, I will build you a beautiful enough house to hide you in. Don't even think about stepping out. You can only look at me every day, and no one else can see you."

The hand pressing on the back of the head relaxed slightly, with a soothing look.

"Be good and we'll live well together. Don't think about leaving me and making things difficult for yourself."

Song Xun's breath was choked, and a chill rose from the soles of his feet.

The force that was suppressing him suddenly loosened, and Chu Yao collapsed on him. His appearance suddenly changed, returning to his previous unruly posture.

"I'm so sleepy, baby, let's go back to the room."

Song Xun stared at him blankly, and Chu Yao kissed the corner of his lips in an indecent manner: "You are so timid, are you scared? It's my fault, okay."

This side of Chu Yao that has completely lost its edge is the side that Song Xun is most familiar with.

Song Xun gradually relaxed, stared at Chu Yao for a long time, and then kicked him directly.

"Ouch!"

Chu Yao covered his feet exaggeratedly and jumped up on one leg.

Song Xun didn't even bother to spare a glance and locked the door as soon as he entered the room.

Turn off the lights, go to bed, and cover your ears when you sleep.

Early the next day.

When Song Xun woke up and opened the door, he saw Chu Yao lying unconscious in the corridor.

I don’t know how much he drank, but Song Xun kicked him twice but he didn’t wake up.

Song Xun got angry when he thought about Chu Yao's threats yesterday, and he couldn't help but kick him twice more.

Chu Yao smacked his lips and muttered, "Baby."

Who is your baby.

Song Xun stepped over him, went into the bathroom to wash up, then went out to buy breakfast. When he came back, Chu Yao was no longer on the ground, and the sound of water could be heard in the bathroom.

Song Xun put breakfast on the table. Chu Yao, who had just finished his shower, said quietly from behind: "How cruel! You made me sleep on the floor all night."

Song Xun: "You deserve it. I'm lucky enough to bring you breakfast."

Chu Yao picked up the hair dryer and said, "That's a pity. I have to go out now."

Song Xun paused as he was opening the bag, then sat down and started eating without saying a word.

Chu Yao packed up and hugged him and kissed him before leaving: "Okay, I'm leaving."

The door closed.

Song Xun immediately put down his chopsticks, put on his clothes, grabbed a scarf and went out.

Song Xun hurriedly stopped a taxi and stared straight ahead: "Master, help me catch up with the car in front."

The taxi driver looked in the rearview mirror and said, "He's a respectable guy. Why is he following me?"

Seeing that the rear of the car in front of him was almost out of sight, Song Xun said without blinking, "My wife ran off with a strange man, how can I not be anxious and angry?"

The master's inquiring eyes suddenly turned into sympathy, sharing the same hatred for the enemy: "You have to be anxious, don't worry, I know this area best, I will make sure you won't lose me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the car shot out like an arrow.

Song Xun almost fell out, so he quickly grabbed the side armrest and fastened his seat belt.

After driving for half an hour, the car in front stopped at a private club.

The master squinted his eyes and said, "That's not right. It doesn't look like a woman. Is she your wife?"

Song Xun took out a hundred dollars and put it down, then ran away: "No need for the change, thank you."

In front, Chu Yao was led in by the people at the door.

Song Xun pulled her scarf up and followed him in.

The waiter looked at the stranger and stopped him with his hand: "Sir, please show your membership card."

Chu Yao, who was waiting for the elevator, seemed to sense something and suddenly turned around. Song Xun turned sideways and hid himself behind the ornamental plants at the door.

"gentlemen?"

Song Xun met the waiter's strange eyes and touched the leaf blade pretending to be natural. It was also his first time to do a stalking thing, so he felt a little awkward.

"How much is your card?"

Waiter: "That's right, sir. Our membership card starts from the year..."

"Swipe the card." Song Xun stared at the elevator number and took out the card.

The waiter was stunned for a moment, then took it over half a second later: "I'll do it for you right away."

Song Xun waited for two minutes and the waiter led him inside.

"Sir, I'll take you in."

Song Xun took the card, left the waiter and entered the elevator.

"I can go up by myself, no need to follow me, thank you."

The waiter who was left outside the elevator was puzzled and shook his head. He really couldn't understand the thoughts of these rich people. They were quite eccentric.

third floor.

As soon as Song Xun stepped out of the elevator, he heard two women in cheongsams talking in low voices.

"…It's so greasy, and that hand kept touching my leg."

"They look like decent people, but they are all old perverts. Men are all the same."

Song Xun's blood immediately rushed to his head. He quickly stepped forward and kicked the door of the box open: "Chu Yao, get out of here!"

He was completely enraged, and his voice was urgent and loud.

The door of the box was wide open, and as people were drinking and chatting, everyone inside was startled by the noise and looked outside.

When Song Xun saw that the people inside were all men in their fifties and over, dressed in suits and ties, his anger deflated like a deflated balloon.

The person he was looking for was not in there at all.

Suddenly, a familiar muffled laugh came from behind. Song Xun turned around and looked. Who else could it be but Chu Yao?