I, social fear, addicted to stickers [Transmigration Book]

Song Tang's hands froze in the air, he didn't expect Fang Hening to ask such a question, it's not surprising to ask, anyone would be confused.

He thought for a while, and said concisely: "You close your eyes."

Fang Hening laughed and closed his eyes. Such a statement is too metaphysical, "What else? Just because of my face?"

Song Tang shook his head. At the beginning, he chose Fang Hening because of his good eyesight, and because of the general temperament of the other party, but after the first meeting, he couldn't say it well.

Before trying to post with a real person, he didn't even think that it would be useful, but he was forced to do nothing and everything came together, so he made this decision in a fever.

It's a bit difficult for him to explain, he can't say that he will feel safe by Fang Hening's side, how can he say things that he can't even explain clearly.

If he had to say it, he had a vague feeling that Fang Hening's temperament and aura matched him, and he could make up for what he lacked and get what he wanted from the other party.

In other words, he yearned for Fang Hening's appearance and hidden qualities.

of emotional tendencies.

Fang Hening is easy-going and calm, but when they hug each other tightly in the dark, he has a faint feeling that this person is more than that, but what does it matter?He trusted Fang Hening, believed that the other party would not betray, and let the rest take its course.

Facing the questioning, he can only say this, "You have a good eye, you are low-key, after trying it, I think it fits you very well."

Fang Hening was naturally not satisfied with such an answer.

Song Tang didn't intend to explain any more. He pursed his lips, feeling a little frustrated. It was the first time he gave a gift, and it was fine if the other party didn't accept it. He even asked him questions that were difficult to answer.

He turned around and walked out, hiding his embarrassment, and said, "Don't forget it..."

"I didn't say no." Fang Hening interrupted Song Tang, stepped forward and grabbed Song Tang's wrist, "You have already said that this is for me, there is no reason to send it halfway, thank you."

Song Tang turned his head in a daze, "You..."

Fang Hening took the box from Song Tang's hand, and said with a slight smile, "Roland just launched the new model at the beginning of this month. President Song's kindness, I received it."

Song Tang eased his mood. He saw Fang Hening wearing this brand the morning before yesterday, and he could not go wrong if he gave it to him.

He added: "There are also resources for endorsements, movies, and drama series. If you are interested, please let me know."

Seeing Song Tang's serious look, Fang Hening turned the gift box containing the watch in his hand, and replied, "I don't accept endorsements. As for movies and dramas, I'm not interested at the moment."

No endorsement?Okay, Song Tang understands that everyone has their own preferences, "If not, I'll choose a few, and you can choose for yourself."

"it is good."

Thinking of Fang Hening's post the day before, Song Tang turned and walked out, telling him, "Pay more attention to the photos from yesterday."

He doesn't want to be too high-profile, he believes it, but he still needs to be reminded of some things. After all, taking pictures and posting news is contrary to his original intention of keeping a low profile.

Fang Hening followed, "Don't worry, I have a sense of proportion, your cooking skills are very good, I am... I can't help it, I didn't remember to take a picture until I finished eating."

Song Tang glanced at Fang Hening, satisfied in his heart, so he just said, Fang Yingdi, a person with such a high EQ, must have thought about it before doing things. He didn't need to worry too much, and asked naturally, "I'm going to make a supper, eat something ?”

After inviting him, he was quite surprised, probably because the battery was relatively sufficient just after posting.

Fang Hening readily agreed, watching Song Tang busy in the kitchen with ease, it is not difficult to see that the other party is enjoying the process, not coping with it or being a task, but enjoying the little things of life from the bottom of his heart, and getting fun from it.

Song Tang didn't prepare any complicated fried dumplings filled with fresh shrimp and small wontons in sour soup, just enough for two people.

At the end of the meal, looking at the last shrimp dumpling on the middle plate, he generously held it to Fang Hening with his serving chopsticks, "Let's talk about the script the night after tomorrow, and I'll show it to you then."

After Fang Hening finished eating, he put down his chopsticks and said, "Don't worry, the filming of this movie hasn't finished yet, so I'm not in a hurry."

Song Tang paused. Fang Hening might not be in a hurry, but he always felt that compared to what the other party gave him, he gave too little. He could replace Rong Rong, and Fang Hening helped him a lot.

His eyes fell on the opposite side, and he didn't meet Fang Hening's eyes, but stared at Fang Hening's hand on the table, "Don't you don't want anything, if you don't, signing this agreement doesn't mean much to you."

Fang Hening tapped his fingers on the table, knowing it.

He didn't want to order anything, but it aroused Song Tang's suspicion and anxiety. In this case, he said bluntly: "I'm really not in a hurry in terms of resources, I can communicate first, but if Mr. Song is willing, he can make up for it with dinner first. "

"dinner?"

"That's right," Fang Hening curled his lips, glanced at the empty bowls and plates, and was in a good mood, "I'll come over earlier, how about having dinner together? I haven't eaten such a delicious meal for a long time. It’s not inferior to a private chef, I like it very much.”

Song Tang moved his gaze upwards, and bumped into the calm smile in Fang Fang Hening's eyes. After being dazed for more than ten seconds, a flash of smile appeared on his indifferent face, "Thank you."

He has no self-consciousness about his cooking skills. He always cooks and eats by himself. He thinks it's good, but he can't tell how others eat. Now that Qiao Yang and Fang Hening say it's okay, it should be fine.

The dishes you cook are sincerely praised by others and eaten up, which is the best feedback to those who cook.

Fang Hening took Song Tang's slight change of expression into his eyes, and asked, "Did you agree?"

"Well, as long as you don't find it boring to talk to me about eating together."

Fang Hening raised his legs, leaned on the back of the chair quite leisurely, and said: "Compared to the you before, I admire you now, Mr. Song, to be honest, you looked noisy in the past, but in fact, you were dull , Now, there are fewer words, but it is very interesting, getting along with you is not dull at all."

If the mouth does not speak, it does not mean that the body cannot speak.

Song Tang paused for a moment, then looked away again. This was the first time someone compared him with the original owner so bluntly, and they still recognized him.

So he really has a good eye, and he was very lucky. He met Fang Hening at the first try, Fang Yingdi is really good at talking.

He was happy to be recognized, but he didn't show it very much on the face, "You can tell me if you want to eat, I can try it when I have time."

Fang Hening could see it clearly, Song Tang's eyes were obviously filled with joy, the brilliance shone brightly, and his mind was slightly restrained. This one didn't look like a benefactor, how could a benefactor be like this.

The two chatted for a while, and Song Tang sent Fang Hening out at ten o'clock.

The door was open, the other party was standing outside the door, and he was standing inside the door, no more than an arm's length away. He was about to say goodbye when a hesitant voice mixed with surprise sounded first.

"Fang Hening?"

It was Qiao Yang who came back.

Looking at Song Tang and Fang Hening, Qiao Yang was standing at the corner, and for a moment there was a rumble in his mind, a mess of things huddled together, he suddenly remembered the news that Fang Hening posted the day before, and he had a flash of inspiration, that plate, that Isn't the tablecloth from Song Tang's family? !

Good guy, is this a real relationship? !

Song Tang knew that he should explain a few words to his neighbors and new friends, but all his energy was spent on restraining himself from turning around to avoid this kind of situation. In a cold sweat.

Fang Hening looked at Song Tang calmly and asked, "Who is this?"

Song Tang managed to recover, "My neighbor."

Qiao Yang took two steps closer, and there was still a distance of more than two meters, not too close, "So it is true that you are in a relationship on the Internet? Don't worry, I will never say it!"

fall in love?The corners of Song Tang's mouth were about to twitch. He and Fang Hening were just lovers in agreement, each took what he needed, and it couldn't be more fake. To him, falling in love is a fairy tale. With his social fear, no one can fall in love with him. He, it is also very difficult for him to take this step, so it is better not to trouble others.

Song Tang was silent, Fang Hening could clearly sense the stiffness and bewilderment of the people around him, maybe he didn't know how to respond?

He took half a step back, grabbed Song Tang's waist and brought him into his arms, and gave the person who looked over in surprise a comforting look.

Song Tang's eyes were trembling, he couldn't move his feet, he couldn't open his mouth, his heart was flustered, and in the end he could only hope that Fang Hening would stop messing around. He was very satisfied with this apartment and didn't want to move. This friend, Qiao Yang, was the same as him. I want to pay.

Fang Hening looked at Qiao Yang and said with a slight smile, "Yes, that's right, we are lovers, but it's not time to make it public, please keep it secret, thank you."

Qiao Yang nodded quickly without looking too much, "I understand, I won't talk nonsense, then I won't bother you when you talk."

After speaking, he quickly opened the door and walked in with a wink, leaving room for the two people outside.

After entering the door, he took a deep breath, and said that it was a lie that he was not excited. It is not surprising that Fang Hening, who has always been low-key, fell in love, but with Song Tang... it was unbelievable.

He slowly calmed down, Song Tang...is a well-known Neptune in the circle, and he recognized him when the other party opened the door that day.

But the other party's reaction quickly aroused his interest. How could the second generation ancestor cook by himself?So he went with the flow.

Is Song Haiwang, who is passionate about fish farming and arrogant, real, or is it true that Song Tang, who lives in a small apartment, cooks for himself, looks cold but is simple-minded and cramped?

In the past two days, he thought about it, but in the end he believed what he saw and felt.

He thinks that Song Tang is a good friend, no matter what others say, isn't the fish pond disbanded... Wait, the fish pond was disbanded, could it be that he just confirmed the relationship with Fang Hening?

Qiao Yang realized that he seemed to have gotten something extraordinary, and thinking about the respective reactions of the two of them just now, Fang Hening's actions showed obvious possessiveness.

Tsk, although the Song family is very powerful, it's hard to say who is the dominant party in this relationship.

After Qiao Yang closed the door, Song Tang finally breathed a sigh of relief. He pushed Fang Hening away, and took a step back, "Don't move without saying hello. We are just agreement lovers, limited to those on the bed, don't mess around."

Fang Hening replied: "Naturally, but it was an emergency just now, can it be treated specially?"

Song Tang replied vaguely, always feeling a little awkward, "You can go."

Walk?Not only did Fang Hening not leave, but he also took a step closer to Song Tang, who had erratic eyes, and asked, "Obviously you are the patron, what are you talking about, so why are you nervous?"

Song Tang's hand hanging by his side trembled.

"Song Tang, do you have...skin hunger and thirst, so you have to hug people at regular intervals?"

Hearing this question, Song Tang gritted his teeth and trembled.