mouth gun

Tao Zitao's three simple sentences had too much impact on Song Shi. He jumped up from the bed like a carp, sat up straight, pulled out his ears and asked again: "What did you say?"

Tao Zitao on the other end of the phone yelled even louder. Song Shi felt that the earwax deep in his ears was about to be shaken out, so he quietly took the phone away.

After Tao Zitao finished yelling, Song Shicai moved the phone back again, and coordinated with Tao Zitao to scold Shi Chengye in outrage: "Yes! You are right! How could he do this! He really went too far!"

Tao Zitao's hair was finally smoothed down, and he "hummed" a few more times before standing up from where he was squatting, leaning on the wall.

Then—he broke the defense again.

Because Song Shi said excitedly: "Tao Tao! Then we will be better brothers in the future! We two such cute little Ling will definitely have more topics together!"

Tao Zitao asked loudly, "Why must I be zero?"

There was silence in response to him, and Tao Zitao asked dissatisfiedly, "Why don't you speak, what do you mean?"

"You don't have an AC number in your heart?" Song Shi was speechless, "Look at Shi Chengye's appearance, it looks like a big 1."

Tao Zitao compared the muscles in his arms to the mirror, and said confidently: "Aren't you wandering all over the ground? Maybe it's time to be wild too."

He said in a showy tone: "I think Shi Chengye must be a poor little guy who is strong on the outside but does nothing on the inside!"

Song Shi was silent for a while, before saying, "It's up to you."

With his accurate gay detection radar, he can be 100% sure that Shi Chengye is a big one—if Shi Chengye is willing to make zero for love, he will call Tao Zitao "Dad".

Tao Zitao was dissatisfied instead: "What do you mean by following me? This is the truth, okay?"

Song Shi also didn't know where Tao Zitao's self-confidence came from, and he continued to follow Tao Zitao's meaning perfunctorily: "Yeah, yes, yes, you are right!"

"Song Shi!"

Tao Zitao was even angrier.

Song Shi appropriately changed the topic: "So you're so bent?" He sneered, "Did I tell you that you are a closet?"

Tao Zitao gritted his teeth tragically—he could no longer yell out the words "I am a straight man" confidently.

But heck, he's starting to accept the fucking reality that he's a little bit off.

He was unprepared, so Tao Zitao softened his voice again: "Song Shi, are you free now?"

Song Shi was so frightened by his protracted tone that he got goosebumps on his arms. He lifted the quilt and went down, and found the clothes from the closet: "Speak well, we have the same model and have no future."

"You fart!"

"Ah--"

The laugh was not aggressive, but extremely insulting.

Tao Zitao almost exploded again, but when he thought that he still had to ask Song Shi, he held back his breath aggrievedly.

He asked pitifully: "Then come to the coffee shop downstairs of my house, and I'll treat you to coffee."

At the critical moment, Song Shi was still reliable. After half an hour, he hurriedly felt the coffee shop—it was not polite to order, except for a cup of latte per person, he mercilessly put the desserts on the menu Ordered all of them.

This store is famous for its small quantity and high price, so there is no worry that the two big men can't finish it.

Tao Zitao stared dumbfounded at Song Shi's fingers constantly moving on the menu. He jumped up from the chair and hugged Song Shi's arm: "Brother!! Keep your hands!! I don’t have any money to eat!!”

Song Shi stopped his hands regretfully, closed the menu that was almost at the last page, and handed it to the waiter next to him: "Miss, that's all!"

Tao Zitao rolled his eyes: "What do you mean that's all! You are fucking killing pigs!"

"Then add more?"

Tao Zitao can bend and stretch: "I was wrong, that's enough."

The coffee was served a little faster than the dessert, Tao Zitao frowned and took a sip of the hot latte, her expression was as bitter as the taste of the coffee: "Song Shi, what should I do?"

Song Shizheng was adding sugar cubes to the coffee, stirring it leisurely with a spoon, his language and behavior were surprisingly unified: "Cold salad, what else can I do?"

"Then I bent like this?"

"Then let's use the common sentence patterns of our Chinese people." Song Shi said, "The curves are all curved, what else do you want?"

Tao Zitao buried her face in the coffee cup, and said sullenly, "It's all bent! Am I not sure yet?"

Song Shi was amused by him: "Then why were you yelling so loudly at the time? Can you still bend and straighten? Anyway, you haven't dated a girlfriend before, so it's not the same whether you're bent or straight?"

Tao Zitao touched the cup, looked around carefully, and hooked his fingers towards Song Shi.

Song Shi, who was sitting opposite, leaned his head obediently. Tao Zitao hesitated for a moment, and summoned up his courage to ask:

"Is there... are there any test questions... that will allow me to confirm whether I am bent or not?"

Song Shi retracted his head, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Tao Zitao with pity: "Baby, do you know?"

"what?"

"Average—" He paused, shaking his head and said, "Ordinary straight men like you who want to do test questions are not straight anymore?"

"?"

"It means—" He stretched out his hand, and pinched Tao Zitao's tender and tender face frivolously, "You have already bent, and the bend is very clear."

Tao Zitao's eyes widened suddenly, and he opened his mouth, wanting to refute something fiercely.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

The glass next to them was suddenly knocked from the outside, Song Shi and Tao Zitao stopped talking immediately, and turned their heads in unison.

——It was Shi Chengye standing outside the glass door.

He threw a 711 convenience store bag in his hand, stuffed with some instant food products.

Song Shi raised his eyebrows in surprise, turned his head to look at Tao Zitao, and made a mouth-shape—"Shi Chengye?"

The desserts they ordered were also served at this time, and the table was full with a full plate.

Before Tao Zitao opened his mouth, Song Shi quickly covered Tao Zitao's mouth, and while facing Shi Chengye's extremely oppressive gaze, he typed a line on the phone—"Brother, come in and have a meal together? "

Shi Chengye's eyes stopped on the subtitles floating past on the phone, the plastic bag straps hooked on his fingers hurt him, and his face was covered with clouds.

He nodded, pushed open the door next to him and strode in.

Shi Chengye walked like a gust of wind, and the crowd in the aisle instinctively avoided him when they saw him.

He walked over aggressively, and slowed down when he reached Tao Zitao's side.

Shi Chengye stared at Song Shi and asked, "Who is he?"

"Hello! My name is..."

Song Shi greeted him with a smile, this action was seen by Shi Chengye as a provocation, he interrupted Song Shi mercilessly, and turned his head to Tao Zitao.

At an angle that Song Shi couldn't see, Shi Chengye pouted at Tao Zitao, his narrow and long eye tails were a little red because of anger.

"who is he!"