Brother Xia's favorite

Song Chen's smile was always on during the day, and when night fell, Song Chen, who had curled himself up under the quilt, would put down his habitual and natural smile, and return to the most natural appearance in Song Chen's heart.Song Chen drooped the corners of his mouth, his expression darkened, his physical exhaustion was far from being able to overcome the hesitation in his heart.What Xia Yifeng said echoed in Song Chen's mind over and over again. Xia Yifeng's words were young and ignorant before, and he was just kidding with you, like a knife, repeatedly tore Song Chen's heart in the middle of the night. , Song Chen would often suffer from such pain that he could not sleep all night.

Song Chen didn't dare to call Xia Yifeng again, Song Chen was afraid of hearing Xia Yifeng's cold tone and heavy sigh, the sound made Song Chen tremble all over, Song Chen didn't dare to think about it, and he didn't want to face Yue Yue. The facts are becoming more and more certain... Xia Yifeng no longer loves me.

Song Chen didn't know what to do, he went forward bravely or stayed where he was, either way was full of thorns.Song Chen buried his face deeply into the pillow, and stayed sleepless for another night until dawn.

Recently, Wu Xingye inexplicably likes to hang around the door of Song Chen's bedroom before going upstairs. When Song Chen opened the door, he happened to see Wu Xingye's arrogant and high-profile short brown hair dangling past his eyes. He couldn't help opening his mouth and shouting: "Brother Xingye, why did you come to our building?"

Wu Xingye turned his head coolly, staring at Song Chen with burning eyes: "What? You don't like it?"

Song Chen gave a bewildered cry, then quickly shook his head to deny: "No, brother Xingye, it's too late for me to welcome you. How could you not like it? I just asked, is there something wrong, brother Xingye?"

Wu Xingye leaned against the wall crookedly, with his arms crossed in front of his chest with a proud expression: "What can I do? Are you looking for me if you have anything to do?"

"No?" Song Chen blinked, he really didn't expect that there was something he needed to find Wu Xingye, "I have nothing to look for you, brother Xingye, did you hear someone say something wrong?"

Wu Xingye let out a long cry, and when he raised his eyes, he suddenly noticed that Song Chen's eyes, which were always bright and clear, were a little red, and there was a circle of black and blue under the eye sockets, which was particularly conspicuous on his fair skin. rest well.

Wu Xingye frowned dissatisfied: "You didn't sleep yesterday? Look at your ugly face."

Song Chen smirked and touched his face: "Hey, I didn't sleep well, and my complexion is a bit pale."

"What are you fussing about? Can't you sleep well?" Wu Xingye was quite puzzled, "You are as tired as a dog from part-time work, and there are times when you can't sleep well? I asked if you could stop doing that job, but I didn't see you earning a lot of money. A few dollars."

"Hey brother Xingye, I think you can make money. Brother Li is very generous." Song Chen felt that Wu Xingye was a bit too much in charge, but now Wu Xingye is Song Chen's big client, and he can give Peng Xiaoyang every day. Come here to buy a few glasses of water, and from time to time, he would urge a group of younger brothers to carry a bunch of books back. Song Chen naturally didn't want to offend Wu Xingye, and he always talked nicely to Wu Xingye, "Thanks to Brother Xingye You take care of my business, when you are free, I will treat you to dinner, shall I?"

Wu Xingye raised his eyebrows and glanced at Song Chen: "I'm free right now."

Song Chen was obviously taken aback for a moment, Song Chen didn't expect that Wu Xingye would just take the conversation straight away as he was just being polite out of habit.Song Chen touched his trouser pocket in pain, gritted his teeth and said sadly: "Okay, okay, it's early in the morning, so what shall we eat, Brother Xingye?"

Wu Xingye tilted his head towards Song Chen, motioning for Song Chen to follow: "Go, I'll take you to eat breakfast."

Song Chen followed up dejectedly. Wu Xingye has always been picky about his meals. He was afraid that ordinary small shops such as cafeterias would not be able to catch Wu Xingye's eyes. Chen dejectedly thought that he might have to work for nothing today.

As a result, Wu Xingye brought Song Chen to a very ordinary beef noodle shop next to the school. Song Chen was a little surprised, looked up at the signboard and asked in disbelief: "Brother Xingye, do you eat this too?"

Wu Xingye rolled his eyes and strode in. As he walked, he asked Song Chen who was puzzled behind him: "What misunderstanding do you have about me? Do I have to eat sea cucumber and abalone every now and then to be normal?"

Song Chen chuckled twice, ordered a big bowl for Wu Xingye, and added an extra serving of beef and fried eggs.When the boss brought the big steaming bowl in front of Wu Xingye, Wu Xingye looked at the bowl of noodles in front of Song Chen, which was obviously much smaller. There were only a few pieces of beef and no fried eggs, and he fell silent.

With a gentle smile on the corner of Song Chen's mouth, he handed the chopsticks to Wu Xingye's hand: "Eat it while it's hot, Brother Xingye, I often come to this place, Brother Li also likes to eat it as a supper, it tastes very good. "

Wu Xingye gave a muffled hum, took the chopsticks and didn't move.Song Chen took a sip of the rice noodles, then took a sip of the hot soup with his mouth on the rim of the bowl, he closed his eyes in satisfaction, and smiled softly to himself.Wu Xingye felt that Song Chen's small appearance looked like a cat at home, and Wu Xingye suddenly had the urge to reach out and scratch Song Chen's chin.

Wu Xingye's throat slipped, suppressing the inexplicable emotion, then pushed his noodle bowl to Song Chen's eyes, and brought over the beef noodles that Song Chen had only eaten two mouthfuls of.

"I'll eat yours." Wu Xingye tapped the edge of the bowl with his chopsticks, "I'm trying to lose weight, and there are too many bowls, I can't finish them all."

Song Chen glanced at Wu Xingye's perfectly thin face in bewilderment, not wanting to understand what kind of fat Wu Xingye wanted to lose.However, Wu Xingye was always a casual person, and Song Chen didn't go into it. Since Wu Xingye didn't eat too much of this bowl, Song Chen naturally happily drank all the soup.

Wu Xing absently pawed at the rice noodles, raising his eyelids to look at Song Chen from time to time.After Song Chen finished eating with the noodle bowl, and called the boss to settle the bill, Wu Xingye put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth, then casually asked, "Why didn't you sleep well at night?"

Song Chen's expression was a little gloomy, and he turned his eyes away from Wu Xingye: "It's nothing, brother Xingye, I was delayed by thinking about something."

"Oh." Wu Xingye flicked his fingers on his knee, "Is there anything I can think about all night?"

Song Chen just passed over vaguely: "It's nothing, Brother Xingye, it's nothing."

Song Chen turned his head and looked far away, and there was a hint of sadness that could not be concealed in his expression. Wu Xingye looked at it for a long time with his cheeks propped up, and couldn't help but asked suddenly: "Song Chen, do you like Men's?"

Song Chen was stunned for a moment, his eyes widened in disbelief and he stared at Wu Xingye nervously, his lips parted and opened but he couldn't speak, Wu Xingye could see Song Chen's Adam's apple sliding up and down uneasily.

Wu Xingye twitched his lips and smiled triumphantly: "What are you afraid of, I won't tell others. If you have something in your heart, you might as well say it. What's the point of hiding it? Otherwise, I'll just pretend that I don't know. no."

Song Chen stood up straight in shock, his fingertips on the table trembled slightly, and he could almost use fleeing to describe Song Chen's next move.Wu Xingye looked at Song Chen leaving in embarrassment, his face became more and more complacent, he leaned on the back of the chair with his arms folded and muttered to himself: "I can't tell he's actually a shy one."