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

Song Xun instantly protected his cell phone, as if he had just realized the fact that he was living under someone else's roof.

Take the initiative to admit mistakes: "Of course it's not your fault, it's my fault, it's my problem."

Zhang Weisheng stared at him: "Who went out with you?"

"Guo Tong." Song Xun replied.

Zhang Weisheng checked the number of the person who answered Song Xun's call. He went to the same school as him and was two years older than him and had already started his internship. So he was not a stranger, but he didn't feel familiar with him either.

"Why are you going out with him?"

Song Xun: "It just happened to bump into each other."

Zhang Weisheng didn't say anything. He was not very smart or calm today.

Zhang Weisheng has always believed that Zhang Xiaoqi has no friends or family, so he is the only one he can rely on.

When he heard another man's voice on Zhang Xiaoqi's phone, he subconsciously showed aggression and rejected the presence of other people around Zhang Xiaoqi.

Zhang Weisheng hated things that were out of his control. He didn't know when he had included Zhang Xiaoqi in his own sphere. He couldn't help interfering with Zhang Xiaoqi's behavior, wanting him to act according to his own ideas.

Once something goes beyond the established track, Zhang Weisheng would feel annoyed and couldn't help but correct it.

Zhang Xiaoqi has a gentle personality, and even her resistance seems to be silent, so she is easily ignored. She also does not pay attention to Zhang Weisheng's control over her, which is the key to their peaceful coexistence. However, once Zhang Xiaoqi protests and no longer tolerates, the conflict between the two will be exposed and the situation will become deadlocked.

Zhang Weisheng realized that he should control himself.

The meal was not pleasant for both parties.

After dinner, Song Xun took his clothes and went into the bathroom first.

Zhang Weisheng sat on the chair, seemingly thinking about something.

The message bell rang briefly.

It was the cell phone that Zhang Xiaoqi placed on the table.

Zhang Weisheng picked it up and checked it without any burden.

——Have you returned?

——Did you have fun today? I’ll take you somewhere else next time.

——I wanted to treat you to dinner today, how about next time?

Zhang Weisheng stared at the last words that sounded like an invitation, and with a flick of his finger, he deleted Guo Tong directly.

We've only known each other for a short time, and you're already thinking about treating me to a meal. What's your intention?

Song Xun came out of the shower. At this time, he didn't realize the problem. It was not until he was lying on the bed and watching videos that he found that his contact had become Zhang Weisheng alone again.

Besides himself, Zhang Weisheng was the only living person left in this room.

Song Xun sat up suddenly, looked at Zhang Weisheng who had just entered the room, pointed his finger and asked, "You deleted Guo Tong."

He thought Zhang Weisheng would at least come up with a reason and an excuse, but Zhang Weisheng just glanced at his phone and simply admitted it casually.

“I deleted it.”

Zhang Weisheng threw the towel he used to dry his hair aside and got on the bed.

In the past, Song Xun would always take the initiative to make room for him, but today he was too angry and didn't move at all. However, Zhang Weisheng didn't care and leaned to the side, with his arms and legs close to Song Xun. The two of them could not be closer.

Song Xun was annoyed by his indifferent attitude: "You are very disrespectful to me."

Zhang Weisheng's attention unconsciously shifted to Song Xun's calves, which were covered in shorts.

Song Xun had been well fed and well cared for during this period, and he had gained weight. His pair of thin white legs also looked more fleshy. It might be because he had not been well nourished since childhood, so his body temperature was low, and it felt cold when we were close to each other.

Song Xun was still waiting for a response. Zhang Weisheng took the time to say, "I can't help it if you think this way." His eyes were still fixed on Song Xun's long and straight legs.

Song Xun was so angry at what he said that he kicked him in a fit of anger.

Zhang Weisheng did not dodge. Song Xun's weak strength could not pose any threat to him. Just as Song Xun retracted his leg, he grabbed the ankle that passed by his eyes.

Song Xun was not prepared for Zhang Weisheng's sudden movement. He failed to retract his legs and his head tilted back, slamming against the wall.

The impact was not light and the sound was loud.

Song Xun was stunned by the collision and was still unable to react. Zhang Weisheng was also stunned. He was confused as to why he had held Zhang Xiaoqi's ankle. He did not expect that Zhang Xiaoqi would hit his head directly against the wall.

Song Xun reacted and covered the back of his head, his eyes instantly turning red.

"You pushed me."

Zhang Weisheng opened his mouth, his expression was blank for a rare time. It was difficult for him to understand Song Xun's logic. It was obviously his own sense of balance that was too poor, but Song Xun looked very aggrieved, as if if Zhang Weisheng said one more word to defend himself, he would not be able to bear the blow and collapse on the spot.

Zhang Weisheng swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth: "My fault."

Song Xun did not accept his apology: "Do you think that one sentence can offset your mistakes? You are always unreasonable and think you are right. You don't take my opinion into consideration and cut off my internet connection without my consent."

Song Xun's head was aching. He suspected that he had a concussion and became even more angry. "It was you who wanted to buy me clothes and a cell phone. You also took me here when I was sick. Now you are starting to settle accounts and haggle over small matters. Don't you think you are being too much?"

Zhang Weisheng got up from the bed, found a bottle of iced water in the refrigerator, and wrapped it in a towel.

During this period, Song Xun never stopped his accusations, and he had even pushed it back to the first time they met, when Zhang Weisheng wanted to deliberately crush his wrist. In his words, Zhang Weisheng had become an unforgivable and extremely evil person.

Zhang Weisheng directly filtered out these negative comments that were very unfriendly to him and waved to Song Xun: "Come here."

Song Xun couldn't get through, so he backed away towards the wall: "Do you still want to attack me?"

Zhang Weisheng took a deep breath, stared at Song Xun and spoke again: "Can you come over?"

"I won't go over." Song Xun turned his head away. He had been saying bad things about Zhang Weisheng for so long, but the other party didn't react at all. This made him think that Zhang Weisheng was not as powerful as he imagined, and his courage naturally swelled.

"Okay." Zhang Weisheng said calmly.

Song Xun thought that this was a sign of his surrender to her, and just when he was feeling a little proud of having Zhang Weisheng under his control, he saw Zhang Weisheng stride onto the bed and walk towards him from the corner of his eye.

"You must not—"

Before Song Xun could say anything, a big hand held the back of his neck and pressed him on the pillow. After a few struggles, Zhang Weisheng sat astride his lower back, stopping all of Song Xun's resistance.

This terrible posture made Song Xun quiet down instantly, not daring to move.

Zhang Weisheng didn't realize there was anything wrong and was surprised by his sudden silence. He took this opportunity to check the back of Song Xun's head.

It wasn't broken, but there was a big bulge.

Zhang Weisheng applied ice water wrapped in a towel on it, and soon he heard Song Xun's hesitant mosquito-like voice from below.

"Get off me first."