Rich old man said he likes me

When Song Jingheng heard Zhou Geng said that he wanted to take pictures, he said that he thought of a place and wanted to take Zhou Geng there.

"Where are you going?" Zhou Geng followed Song Jingheng suspiciously to the side of a dilapidated courtyard. The two of them walked back and forth, and finally stood at the edge of an alley.

"What's so good about this place?" Zhou Geng looked at it, and there was nothing good about it except that it was a holy place for fighting.

"Here, it's the first time you've fought for me." Song Jingheng said as he raised his phone, stopped Zhou Geng, and took a picture of the two people's heads next to each other.

"There is something wrong with you." Zhou Geng said incomprehensibly.

"It's your fault. A man in a wheelchair rushed over with a stick, not to mention those people, even I was frightened." Song Jingheng said with a smile.

"Wait a minute, how did you end up being beaten up here?" Zhou Geng asked suspiciously.

Song Jingheng shook his head and said, "It's nothing. I had an argument with you. I moved out of your place. I was afraid that you would find me so I moved to such a place. Who knew I was being targeted."

"Are you still running away from home?" Zhou Geng looked at Song Jingheng like this, and couldn't imagine Song Jingheng running away from home.

"I can't help it. Who told you that you were really not a thing at that time. You talked to people all day long. I ran away when I couldn't bear it." Song Jingheng pinched Zhou Geng's face and said: "It's still at this time. You're cute."

"Fart." Zhou Geng hugged Song Jingheng helplessly, thinking that Song Jingheng had fallen to such a point was enough to make him feel distressed.

"Let's go from here. I don't want to stay here anymore. I feel too guilty. If I quarrel with you in the future, I will give you more money. I can't let you live in this kind of place." Zhou Geng pulled Song Jingheng away from the place. A dilapidated place.

"No, at least this time I won't let myself fall into such a miserable situation, at least buy him ten or eight suites, so that there will be a place to live in such a quarrel." Song Jingheng said with a smile and shook his head.

Zhou Geng hummed twice, and led Song Jingheng out of the area.

"Let's shoot here, this place has a nice view." Zhou Geng chose a place that was a bit desolate but still had flowers blooming.

When Song Jingheng held up the mobile phone to Zhou Geng, he saw Zhou Geng standing there straight, making clumsy gestures with his hands, with an indescribable smile on his face.

"Hurry up and take a photo." Zhou Geng urged.

Song Jingheng nodded, took several photos in a snap, and when he showed it to Zhou Geng, he smiled and said, "It's pretty handsome."

"Just handsome?" Zhou Geng asked, holding Song Jingheng's neck.

Song Jingheng patted him on the shoulder and said, "That's great, I didn't expect you and I to be able to live this kind of life again."

"It will be better than this in the future." Knowing that Song Jingheng was in a lot of emotions, Zhou Geng said lightly, and the two got into the car again.

After Song Jingheng got into the car, he kept looking at Zhou Geng's photo on his phone.

"Still watching?" Zhou Geng stared at Song Jingheng speechlessly and said.

Song Jingheng put away his phone with a smile, and said, "No matter what happens this time, I must stay with you well, and I can't let you go that far."

"Don't just say it's my fault. Could it be that there is something wrong with the two of you getting along? Are you right?" Zhou Geng looked at Song Jingheng and said, "If it weren't for your stubborn temper and non-stop doing stupid things, I would be furious And, will I push out the delicacies in my house?"

"Stop talking." Song Jingheng himself felt embarrassed.

Seeing his attitude of admitting his mistake, Zhou Geng embraced him domineeringly, and the two looked at each other, and the emotion in Song Jingheng's eyes became much agitated.

"Go to open a room?" Zhou Geng said fiercely.

"No, I have to go back to the hospital." Song Jingheng smiled and shook his head.

Zhou Geng snorted and sat up straight.

Just as Song Jingheng was about to speak, his cell phone rang.

"Hello?" Song Jingheng answered the phone, and his complexion became uneasy after a while.

Zhou Gengben thought it was his company's business, so he sat there and turned on his phone to play, but Song Jingheng suddenly held down the phone.

"Don't look." Song Jingheng looked at Zhou Geng with fear and excitement and said.

"Why? Is there any news out there that blackmails me?" Zhou Geng looked at Song Jingheng with a smile and asked.

"It's not just about you, but also about your mother. It's very unpleasant." Song Jingheng became a little nervous when he spoke, but he continued: "Since you returned to Zhou's house, the news media has been stimulating your emotions. , slandering your mother, during the period when you were lonely and did not open the music box, your life was full of all kinds of emotional violence."

"So I broke out under this long-term depression?" Zhou Geng looked at Song Jingheng and said tentatively: "What did I do out of the ordinary?"

"You... find someone to smash the news company that scribbled a few times, and you screamed out of control until you fainted at the press conference." Song Jinghe didn't have much feeling for Zhou Geng from the Zhou family at that time, but only thought that he It's just a little pitiful.

But thinking about it later, if someone could have rescued Zhou Geng earlier, maybe he wouldn't have to be sent to a mental hospital.

"I was admitted to a mental hospital?" Zhou Geng looked at Song Jingheng speechlessly and said, "How is it possible? I just get angry..."

"Because you got sick from being angry." Song Jingheng looked at Zhou Geng pitifully and said, "Every time you get sick, your mood will become less stable, and if you get sick more often, it will be difficult for you to control your emotions."

When Zhou Geng heard this, his heart beat violently after a few times.

"Zhou Geng." Seeing Zhou Geng like this, Song Jingheng hurriedly held him down and said, "Don't worry too much. These illnesses have been proven to be caused by the Zhou family's deliberate exaggeration. In fact, it is only because of you and your mother. It’s just that their personalities are relatively unusual, and they can’t be counted as mental illness.”

"I see." Zhou Geng slowly let go of the hand holding the phone, and said, "Did my mother do a lot of outrageous things back then?"

"I have said some shocking things, but more people are black because she started a company and cheated a lot of people's money, and her private life was also taken out and exaggerated." Song Jingheng could only briefly say.

"I see." Zhou Geng said with a wry smile, looked at Song Jingheng and said, "It seems that I am still younger than my mother."

Song Jingheng nodded awkwardly, and said, "Actually, I met your mother several times in the early years, and she invited me to be his model."

"Oh?" Zhou Geng was attracted by this magical intersection.

"But my family told me not to go." Song Jingheng said awkwardly.

"Why?" After Zhou Geng asked, he thought that the painting style of some fucking paintings was indeed a little bolder, and that an outstanding and handsome boy like Song Jingheng was really not suitable.

"I just... said that if I painted it, it would be spread. There was a model earlier who couldn't bear the pressure of public opinion, and even filed a lawsuit with your mother, saying that she harassed him." Song Jingheng looked at Zhou quickly after every sentence. Plowing look.

"Oh, so that's the case." Zhou Geng nodded slowly.

"Dididi." Zhou Geng's old cell phone rang at this moment, and it was Zhou Fangdong, Zhou Chenghuan's second son.

"Zhou Geng, where are you now?" Zhou Fangdong didn't give Zhou Geng a chance to speak, so he said, "Now that there is news outside, I don't know who spread the news of your recognition, including those things that happened to my aunt. It's all lifted up, so don't look at it."

"Well, I didn't read it, cousin." Zhou Geng said calmly.

"Ah? Oh, well, where are you? Grandpa asked you to go home early." Zhou Fangdong asked urgently.

"I'm shopping outside by myself, and I'll go back later." Zhou Geng hung up the phone, looked at Song Jingheng and said, "It seems that he is waiting for me to go back and make up for my mother's dark history."

"Don't believe it. Although your mother has indeed done some bold things, she is really not that unbearable. Anyone who is really friends with your mother knows what she is." Song Jingheng suddenly paused while speaking, and then looked at Zhou. Geng said: "I suddenly thought of someone."

"Suddenly again?" Zhou Geng frowned and looked at Song Jingheng and said.

"I can't help it, because I don't have much impression of you at this time, and I only found out after you told me scatteredly later." Song Jingheng told the driver to go to another place.

"I would tell you this kind of private matter, you have a way." Zhou Geng felt that he is now enough to guard against others, and before his rebirth, he had suffered so much darkness, and he could tell Song Jingheng These, probably also regard Song Jingheng as the closest person.

"Fortunately, according to what you said, I'm more obedient, and the growth is still to your liking." Song Jingheng thought of Zhou Geng back then, and every time he talked about these things with him, the crazy energy in his eyes It terrified him but also made him feel distressed.

But every time after saying these things, Zhou Geng's emotions would fluctuate greatly, and he had to be more careful at that time.

"Are you okay?" Zhou Geng looked at Song Jingheng, his face turned pale.

"It's... not bad." Song Jingheng looked at Zhou Geng's young face, his eyes still trembling.

Seeing Song Jingheng like this, Zhou Geng felt inexplicably guilty, and just as he was about to reach out, Song Jingheng hurriedly sent him over.

"Are you...?" Zhou Geng froze for a moment, Song Jingheng blushed instantly, and took a step back in panic.

But how could Zhou Geng let the food on his lips escape.

After Zhou Geng tasted some, Song Jingheng blushed and pushed Zhou Geng away.

"I lost my composure." Song Jingheng's voice sounded low.

"I..." As soon as Zhou Geng opened his mouth, Song Jingheng reached out his hand to stop him from speaking, and said without looking at Zhou Geng, "I'll tell you this later."

"Okay." Zhou Geng looked at Song Jingheng who was too ashamed. Although he found it interesting, it was hard to ask in detail.

"President Song, we're here."

At this time the car stopped, Zhou Geng and Song Jingheng got out of the car, and came to a somewhat dilapidated residential building.