Young master, he is not hated by everyone

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In the evening of summer, the sky is getting darker, but it is still very sultry, the wind is not blowing, the clouds are piled up, and the heavy rain is coming.

Song Ning replied without confidence, "I didn't..."

He was really afraid that Wang Shuo would question him to the end. He was afraid that his heart was not strong enough, and he was afraid that he would not be able to withstand the temptation.

Wang Shuo saw that he lowered his head sullenly again, with a tormented appearance immersed in his own world, but he was still not willing to persecute him any longer.

I bought and packed the things I needed, and before I could leave, the rain began to fall, and it was menacing.

Wang Shuo's electric tricycle is open, and they are loaded with things that people need when they get married, so they can't get wet at all.

I had no choice but to wait for the rain to stop before leaving.

Song Ning couldn't tell whether she should be happy or afraid.

There seemed to be a hole in the sky, and the rain was pouring down non-stop.

No wonder it was so sweltering because it was about to rain heavily.

The sky was completely dark, and it was already seven o'clock in the evening, and the rain showed no sign of stopping.

Song Ning still followed him obediently, without making any noise, like a little tail.

The two waited for an hour, but the rain didn't stop.

The countryside is different from the city, the temperature difference is not small after nightfall, Song Ning is wearing short sleeves, and a layer of goose bumps appeared on his exposed arms.

Wang Shuo glanced at him, and the other party's Heiyuan's eyes were wet, like the puppy that hadn't been weaned at the entrance of the village.

He looked at Song Ning and said to him: "The rain won't stop for a while, even if it stops, the road will be slippery so late, it's not safe to ride back."

Song Ning asked: "Then what should we do?"

Wang Shuo took a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, but didn't light it. He looked at the rain and suddenly thought of teasing him, so he asked him in vain, "I'm not going back, what about you?"

"Huh?" Song Ning was startled, not understanding the meaning of his words.

Wang Shuo smiled lightly, "I said I won't go back today, what are you going to do?"

Song Ning: "If you don't go back, where will you live?"

"Go to the room." Wang Shuo looked like a bum with a cigarette in his mouth.

He is not like Song Ning, he looks more handsome.

He was tall and strong, with healthy wheaten skin and a handsome, masculine face with sharp edges.

He obviously has a decent face and looks, but he deliberately speaks frivolously at this time, but it is not annoying, he is handsome and handsome.

Song Ning was briefly absent-minded.

Wang Shuo asked him again, "Are you with me?"

Song Ning looked at him, "Follow."

Wang Shuo greeted the shop owner, sent the tricycle to his shop, and then called Li Qingmei.

Weather reasons, time reasons.

——In short, he and Song Ning are not going back tonight.

Li Qingmei told them to pay attention to safety when they were outside, and asked Wang Shuo if he had enough money with him.

Wang Shuo answered one by one. After hanging up the phone, Wang Shuo borrowed an umbrella from the boss and took Song Ning to the hotel in the town.

It was raining heavily, and the raindrops were icy cold on his face, but Song Ning's hand held by him seemed to be burned, and the skin that touched them was as hot as his heart.

Wang Shuo led him, the town was not big, and the distance from the street to the end of the street was only a few minutes away.

The rain was too heavy, only a few minutes away, Song Ning was still drenched in the rain.

His condition is fine, but Wang Shuo, on the other hand, is like a drowned rat, dripping with fever.

He was the one holding the umbrella just now, but he kept protecting Song Ning on the way and ignored himself.

"Two people? One room or two rooms." The proprietress at the front desk asked lazily while nibbling melon seeds.

Wang Shuo took out his ID card and put it on the table, he asked Song Ning, "One or two?"

Song Ning murmured: "I, I didn't bring my ID card..."

The proprietress spat out the melon seeds, "It's okay, the town is not strictly controlled."

Song Ning said nervously, "One room is fine."

He didn't dare to look at Wang Shuo, and scratched his palm with his fingertips.

Wang Shuo took the room card and walked ahead, Song Ning followed behind him like a log.

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The room door is closed, the hotel is not big, and the facilities and equipment are old, but fortunately, the bed is quite clean.

Wang Shuo asked him, "I remember you brought your wallet. Isn't your ID card in it? I'm afraid you won't be allowed in if you're under 18?"

Song Ning didn't understand why he said this, Wang Shuo said again: "I forgot to tell you before I came here, we are in a town, and the management is not strict."

He paused, then turned to Song Ning, "Do you want me to find another room for you?"

"I'm actually 18 years old. The registration time on my ID card is wrong. The staff made a mistake when I applied for the account. I filled in the 16th instead of the 26th..."

Wang Shuo raised his eyebrows, and Song Ning said again, "I don't need to open another one."

"Song Ning." Wang Shuo sighed, "I really don't understand what you mean. When your parents left, I promised them that they would take good care of you. Even if you don't hang on to me, I will still treat you well."

There was a violent storm outside the window, and the flapping windows rattled.

Both of them were embarrassed.

Wang Shuo's wry smile hurt Song Ning even more.

"I didn't, I'm hanging on to you..." Song Ning faintly cried, he had been in a torment for the past two days.

Wang Shuo looked at his slowly turning red eyes and asked him, "Then what do you mean? Song Ning, I don't understand."

Wang Shuo asked again: "Do you like me? Song Ning?"

He noticed that Song Ning's eyes were even redder, like a silly little rabbit, but also like an innocent deer.

Song Ning was still like a gourd, so Wang Shuo changed his words and asked, "Then do you hate me?"

This time Song Ning reacted very quickly, shaking his head like a rattle, and hurriedly said: "I don't hate it!"

Standing in front of him, Wang Shuo said seriously: "I am a person with bad moral character, and everything must have a result."

"Someone told me that people in the city play with flowers, unlike our country people who are honest and ambiguous. I don't understand, I just want to ask you..."

"Song Ning, do you really dislike me? If it's true, I will never ask you this again, and I will never bother you again."

Wang Shuo's decisive tone made Song Ning panic.

He was convinced that Wang Shuo was telling the truth.

The past of the two of them played back like a movie in their minds. Except for their parents, no one has ever treated themselves so well like Wang Shuo.

Song Ning's mind was in a mess, tears were falling down, "No, it's not..."

He threw himself into Wang Shuo's arms almost instinctively, his body trembling slightly, like the thin wings of an insect.

"Brother, I'm afraid..."

When Wang Shuo saw him crying, his heart was twisted into a ball. He patted Song Ning's back lightly, "Why are you crying? Can't bear me?"

Song Ning gave a "hmm" and said with a sob: "I'm afraid, you will regret it, why do you like me? I'm not worth it, I'm not good at all."

"I won't regret it." Wang Shuo kissed his hair, half comforting and half coaxing, "Ning Ning, just stay with me, I will definitely live up to you, I have never liked anyone, the only person I believe in is you."

Song Ning shook his head, afraid that he would be looked down upon by the villagers and scolded by his parents.

"You're not gay, you don't know..."

"I like you." Wang Shuo interrupted him, he bent slightly, put his forehead against Song Ning's, and said softly: "Ning Ning, the important thing is never gender, it's 'like' or 'you' ',do you know?"

Song Ning's pupils dilated, and tears still hung on his face.

Wang Shuo touched his head, "Do you want to be nice to me?"

In just a few seconds, Song Ning made the most important decision in his life. He tightened his arms and hugged him even tighter.

Song Ning said, "Okay."

Wang Shuo bowed his head and kissed him.

It wasn't the first time the two kissed, but this was the first time that Wang Shuo was so gentle. He carefully kissed Song Ning's tears away, as if treating Song Ning like a piece of fragile glass.

It's hard to tell when Song Ning started to feel hypoxic and his legs were weak.

Wang Shuo began to restrain him domineeringly, anxiously and fiercely.

Song Ning called out to him with difficulty, "Brother, brother..."

Wang Shuo came back rationally, and pinched Song Ning's earlobe, "Go take a shower, I'll catch a cold later, I'll ask the boss if there is a phone number for the restaurant, and bring me some food."

There is no in-room telephone in the small hotel, so Wang Shuo can only go downstairs to ask.

When he went out, he asked again, "What do you eat?"

Song Ning was very obedient, "I can do it."

Wang Shuo smiled and told him to take a bath quickly.

Song Ning had already taken a shower when Wang Shuo came back, and he was carrying two bowls of fried noodles, "Because of the heavy rain, almost all the shops in the town are closed, but this one is still open, can I eat?"

Fried noodles are fried with eggs and bean sprouts, and it smells quite fragrant.

Song Ning nodded, and the two huddled together on a small tea table to eat.

It was obviously the same thing, but Wang Shuo felt that the one in Song Ning's bowl seemed to be more fragrant.

He stretched out his chopsticks to pick it up, even if he ate it, he still had to pick up what was in his own bowl, and feed it to Song Ning's mouth, and asked Song Ning to open his mouth.

Ever since she could remember, Song Ning had never asked anyone to feed her.

But in the month of contact with Wang Shuo, he was fed by the other party many times.

Wang Shuo seems to enjoy this feeling.

In the end, Song Ning ate half of two servings of fried rice noodles, and Wang Shuo was in charge of finishing, and ate one and a half.

He also bought drinks and water, and asked Song Ning which one to drink.

The fried noodles added a little spice, Song Ning pointed to the drink, and Wang Shuo thoughtfully unscrewed the cap of the bottle and handed it to him.

He handed it directly to his lips, and Song Ning could only take a sip with his hand.

Then immediately frowned.

Wang Shuo hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's mango juice, I thought it was orange juice."

Wang Shuo asked him, "Don't you like mangoes?"

Song Ning nodded, and Wang Shuo unscrewed another bottle of water, fed it to him, and said seriously: "If you don't like anything in the future, you can tell me. I don't know now, but you can tell me later. I'm sure I won't forget."

Wang Shuo put down the two bottles of water and hugged Song Ning's slender waist, "Although we have passed for a long time, I still want to hurry up and be better for you."

Song Ning didn't expect him to talk so much about love, so she nodded shyly.

Wang Shuo kissed him and went to take a bath.

When she came out, she saw Song Ning took off her clothes, obediently wrapped in a quilt and sitting on the bed,

Wang Shuo originally planned to do nothing today, but it was the first time he brought Song Ning into a room, if...

The purpose is not too impure.

But Song Ning looks like this now...

Forget it, I'd better take a regret medicine. ?