Eating cute friends who grew up

Aunt Xu was still glad that Chen Rui was not at home, but before she could relax, Chen Rui came back.

Now she looked at the man on the sofa and then at Chen Rui who was about to go upstairs but stopped halfway, and said bravely, "My name is Chen Rui. I just came home for a few days."

The normal reply sounded fine. Chen Rui was thinking that he was probably a friend from Songcheng, and he was still thinking about how to introduce himself better. When he saw the teacup in the man's hand dropped on the ground, the expression on his face was full of disappointment. Surprised and angry, Chen Rui held the stairs holding his breath, and muttered in his heart: "Who are you?"

Seeing one stupid and one angry, Aunt Xu quickly turned around: "He is Mr. Fang, you may not know him, but the famous painter Fang Jiming."

Wow, that's amazing, everyone Song Cheng knows is amazing.

"My name is Fang Jiming. I'm here today to clean up the things I didn't take away before."

No matter how stupid Chen Rui was, he could hear something different. What does it mean to 'clean up the things you didn't take away'?Between him and Song Cheng... is there a story?

Aunt Xu on the side looked at Chen Rui in a daze and gave way to Fang Jiming to go upstairs, and sighed quickly.

Being young means being young, without aura.

"He is Mr. Song's ex-boyfriend." Aunt Xu said it with difficulty, as if she told Chen Rui about it, and Chen Rui was so sad that she couldn't live anymore.

But Chen Rui was not sad, Chen Rui's reaction when he heard the news was "Oh" for a long time, and then he showed regret: "I am dressed so sloppily, am I embarrassing Mr. Song?"

Aunt Xu couldn't hold back: "They have been together for 6 years."

"Ah?" Chen Rui couldn't help crying, "It's been so long, why did you break up?"

Aunt Xu expressed ignorance and shook her head: "Go up and have a look."

Chen Rui wondered if he could go up now?

Fang Jiming was packing up things in Song Cheng's bedroom. Chen Rui had gone in, but there was nothing second person's belongings inside, but when he came up, he found out that Fang Jiming had bought the sheets and quilts, as well as the tea set on the table and the tea set on the bedside table. photo frame...

Fang Jiming packed up some of the more everyday gadgets.

Chen Rui leaned against the door like a child curious about what happened inside.

Knowing that someone was looking at him, and as if he had long been used to being peeked at by others, Fang Jiming asked, "Can I ask, how long have you been with him?"

Chen Rui thought for a few seconds: "I can't remember the exact time, it's probably four months."

"Four months?" I saw Fang Jiming's frail look on the verge of falling from the stimulation, and sat down with his hands on the edge of the bed, "I lived in it in only four months..."

"I look at you, you are only about 20 years old."

Chen Rui nodded: "I'll be 21 years old during the Chinese New Year." Isn't it good?

"I haven't introduced you well yet, my name is Chen Rui, the wise Rui."

Fang Jiming raised his head and looked at the young man standing at the door. When did Song Cheng like such a money? He smiled, but his smile was uglier than crying: "Aunt Xu should tell you."

"Well, I know you are Mr. Song's ex-boyfriend."

The ex-boyfriend stood with the current incumbent, and the incumbent was still introducing himself seriously. Isn't this provocative and courting death?

"You..." It seemed that there was nothing to say, Fang Jiming turned around and continued to pack his things, this time he did it thoroughly.

"Song Cheng often comes back late. I used to cook longan and red date soup for him, and add some walnuts, which is good for his health. He doesn't have a picky taste, but it's actually relatively light, and he doesn't ask others to do anything." Packed to the bed. Fang Jiming continued, "Songcheng always puts his mobile phone on the table before going to bed, and electronic products are not placed on the bed."

Chen Rui rubbed his nose and said nothing. The lighting in Songcheng's room was the best. He had a video chat with Chen's mother and walked around casually in the morning. He happened to be resting on the bed, and the tablet fell down.

"Song Cheng and I broke up on July 7."

Chen Rui scratched his head in embarrassment, and raised his head to meet Ji Ming's suspicious eyes. He smiled dryly twice in response, but he didn't know what to say: "Mr. Song and I met after you broke up." So it doesn't exist What is the third, you must not misunderstand.

Although they are all boys, emotional trifles are universal regardless of gender.

"I was thinking just now, what does Song Cheng like about you, is it because you are young?"

Chen Rui remembered that Song Cheng had been biting his ear and praising him for being cute that night, so he said, "Probably because I'm likable."

Fang Jiming paused his hand to put away the tea set, then smiled lowly: "I like you."

"If you can say what you like, it's not liking. In fact, I also want to know what Mr. Song likes about me. I like Mr. Song, but I can't say what I like about him." Chen Rui really couldn't tell.

Anyway, Song Cheng himself said so.

"Songcheng doesn't like to eat in the bedroom, so you can be more careful in the future." Fang Jiming pointed to the takeaway on the table, "Here, takeaway is basically rare here, and Songcheng rarely orders it."

A little unnatural expression appeared on Chen Rui's face, and he smiled: "Mr. Song didn't tell me this. Before I stayed in bed and didn't want to get up for breakfast, he brought it to me on the bed."

Fang Jibai's fair face suddenly became whiter.

"The takeaway is okay. I eat it often at school. I ordered a sixty-year-old takeaway a few days ago, but Mr. Song doesn't like the taste. I don't think I will order it again. I just know these things and I will pay attention to them in the future. .”

Chen Rui spoke very seriously, as if he really kept these words in his heart, and showed his gratitude to Fang Jiming.

Fang Jiming stared at Chen Rui for a long time, so long that Chen Rui almost thought that he was going to come up and beat him, Fang Jiming took his things and went to the study. After all, they were lovers who had been together for 6 years, so they must have a lot of things.

This time Chen Rui didn't follow up to look for it. He was going to go back to his room to play games, but when he closed the door, he saw that the door of Song Cheng's study was open. He saw Fang Jiming put something on the table.

Fang Jiming left quietly. Chen Rui and Wang Fei fell asleep after playing several games. After waking up, they looked at the study and bedroom. Many things were missing, and the small ornaments in the living room were also missing.

In the evening, Chen Rui was waiting for dinner in the kitchen. He thought about it for a while: "Aunt Xu, can you tell me about Fang Jiming?"

Aunt Xu was cooking dinner when she heard this and turned around to look at Chen Rui, then sighed and said, "I have been in the Song family for 12 years. To be precise, Mr. Fang moved in five years ago."

"Oh?"

"He and Mr. Song met when they were studying in France. I don't know the specific situation. It's just that one day a handsome man lived in. He would draw pictures for Mr. Song and prepare breakfast for Mr. Song. Life is the same as an ordinary couple, sometimes it takes a long time for Mr. Song to come back from a business trip, and Mr. Fang contacts various medicinal diets by himself, saying that it is good for Mr. Song."

Chen Rui's heart was sour, he was so sour, he said, "And then."

"Then I don't know when their relationship changed, and they started quarreling, but Mr. Song usually doesn't talk much. Once, I don't know what Mr. Fang did. Mr. Song became very angry, and the two had a fierce argument. After the fight, the film broke up, and Mr. Fang came to pack his things and left after a while."

Chen Rui took it: "And not long after that, I moved in?"

Aunt Xu kindly explained: "Actually, it's not 'not long', it's been a long time. They separated at least a year ago, but Mr. Fang didn't want to break up and dragged on."

Chen Rui was lying on the table and searching Baidu. Fang Jiming has become an artist now, runs an art exhibition, and is often invited to give lectures in major universities.

But so what.

Chen Rui turned off his phone and concentrated on waiting for dinner, then suddenly said: "He is here to find Song Cheng today."

"Yes, I first asked Mr. Song if he was at home."

"Then it means that the first plan is not to pack up." It was only after seeing him that Fang Jiming wanted to pack up and leave completely. Fang Jiming must be proud, talented people would be prouder.

"Oh, I really talk too much." Fearing that what she said would cause trouble, Aunt Xu hurriedly said, "Mr. Song has already broken up with him. I'll go up and change the sheets later, and you can eat slowly."

Chen Rui nodded: "Don't change, wait for Song Cheng to come back."

"sure?"

Chen Rui shrugged, and smiled again within a few seconds: "Of course I'm sure, let's put it aside for now."

This release was put on the day when Song Cheng came back. Song Cheng arrived home at night, Aunt Xu had already gone to bed, and Chen Rui was also sleepy. Looks like Song Cheng came back, he smelled wine as soon as he approached.

"Fang Jiming has been here?" Song Cheng's eyes were still sober, but his bow tie had been ripped off by him, and he seemed to be acting very rough. Chen Rui held back what he wanted to say for a while, rubbing the fabric of the plush pajamas to sleep Yawning and nodding: "I've been here, I said to pack up my things."

Song Cheng naturally walked to Chen Rui's side and held hands: "I haven't slept yet."

"Didn't I see Mr. Song you came back?" Chen Rui noticed that the man's hands were very hot, very hot, he shook his head a little unaccustomed, "Now you don't sleep well, why don't you go to my room, I'm I'm so sleepy, I don't want to talk to you."

"Okay, wait until I'm done taking a shower."

Chen Rui went back to the room in a daze and got into the warm quilt. Just when his consciousness was about to disappear, the quilt was lifted by someone, and then the heat ran away, and someone was covering himself with the quilt vaguely. Chen Rui felt uncomfortable and didn't even think about it He slapped it up: "What are you doing?"

"You still hit me?"

"I don't want to talk to you." Chen Rui turned over and continued to sleep, speaking in a low voice, "I won't talk to you."

Song Cheng turned off the lights, and his voice was so low that he seemed to be coaxing: "Then let's not talk about it." Then he hugged Chen Rui, and Chen Rui's heart was aroused, and before he could refuse, fiery kisses came from the back of his neck one by one. Ambiguously leave traces.

Even after taking a bath, you can smell the alcohol, which shows that you have drunk a lot.

"Mr. Song..." Chen Rui called out in a low voice, and Song Cheng suddenly grabbed his arm and pushed him onto the bed.

I couldn't see my expression clearly in the dark, I could only hear a few rough and quick breaths, and from time to time, a warm breath brushed over my shoulders and ears. Chen Rui was touched by that hand and closed his eyes. Could it be that he drank too much Yet?

But he didn't want to do it, not only because of his body, but also because of his mood. Today he is not in the mood.

"Why are you angry?"

"I do not……"

"Don't move." The man bit his earlobe and said in a hoarse voice, "They put something on me, it seems that the effect of the medicine hasn't passed yet."

Chen Rui's heart trembled: "I can't do it, the doctor said no." For this matter, Meng Zijun also asked him several times not to do anything.

In the next second, Song Cheng's hand rubbed the young man's upturned tun, and said word by word: "I know, don't move around."

Chen Rui was nervous. Song Cheng had already half-stripped his pajama pants, and the arrogance was too scary. He couldn't see Song Cheng's appearance, so he could only determine the direction through the heavy panting behind him, and then one hand moved closer together. His legs, just as Chen Rui was shocked, Song Cheng lowered his head and kissed his lips.

The low and hoarse voice is seductive: "Good boy."

The primitive desire of human beings gradually became a fire, and Chen Rui's mind became muddled, and he only remembered the words Song Cheng coaxed into his ears.

"A little tighter."

"No, no, no." He couldn't use his strength.

Even if he didn't do the full set, Chen Rui was still so tired that he fell asleep. He wanted to ask questions, but it was obvious that his body had its own thoughts.

Ever since he got used to having cubs in his belly, Chen Rui's sleeping time has increased day by day, and he would be in a daze for a while after waking up every day. He was no exception this day, but thinking that Song Cheng had already returned, Chen Rui quickly solved the problem of brushing his teeth. It was found that Song Cheng was in the study room, holding the ticket given by Fang Jiming in his hand.

That's right, it was a ticket to an art exhibition.

He is not a fool, after Fang Jiming left, he went to look at the things on the table in the study room, it was the ticket for Fang Jiming's painting exhibition 'Looking for Dreams'.

"Mr. Song."

"Does your leg still feel uncomfortable?" Song Cheng returned from being a beast to a gentleman overnight. Chen Rui walked uncomfortably. He took out the ointment and went over, "Sit there."

"I'll do it myself." It's not that the thighs are out of reach, Chen Rui felt aggrieved but embarrassed to be too obvious, "You scared me last night."

"Feel sorry."

Chen Rui felt that he was not stingy, so he accepted the apology generously: "It's okay." But there was still something to do, and after thinking about it, he didn't know how to say, "What is this?"

The question was about the ticket in Song Cheng's hand.

Song Cheng didn't stop him: "It's a ticket to the art exhibition given by a friend."

Chen Rui said in a neutral tone, "Oh."

The tickets have been placed in the study for several days, how could he not know?

Song Cheng also guessed it: "Fang Jiming is here, did you say anything to you?"

"I didn't say anything. He seemed to be very shocked when he saw me." Chen Rui took out his mobile phone and played games to make himself look more natural. Women.

The mobile phone page always showed that the operation failed and lost consecutively, Song Cheng asked, "Are you angry?"

"No, I'm not angry." Looking up into Song Cheng's eyes, Chen Rui simply admitted, "It's a little uncomfortable."

"Then what did he tell you?"

Chen Rui discussed the matter: "I didn't say anything else, but I just don't feel well. You are mine now. He...he has no qualifications."

Song Cheng's face was calm: "You are quite domineering."

"Both, we're going to get married." Chen Rui lowered his head and rubbed his fingers. The more he talked about the things that were not angry, the more angry he became, so he stopped talking.

"He thinks more, you don't have to worry about it."

"I don't care."

Song Cheng didn't puncture it, he took out a purple velvet box from the suit pocket he took off last night, opened it in front of Chen Rui, then took out the ring inside and slowly put it on Chen Rui's hand: "Just the right size."

"So fast." Chen Rui looked at the ring on his hand in a daze.

"The certificate of permission to marry will come out next week, and you will be pregnant in 5 months. It will be inconvenient for you any longer." Song Cheng rubbed Chen Rui's face, "Let's go, go down to eat."

Chen Rui kept staring at the ring in his hand, and suddenly asked, "Mr. Song, when did you break up?"

Song Cheng said without hesitation: "It's been almost half a year."

"Oh oh oh."

The petty emotions were diluted by the ring, Song Cheng looked at Chen Rui for a while and said nothing, after lunch Chen Rui sat on a chair on the balcony basking in the sun, his cheeks flushed from sleep.

Song Cheng came to the kitchen and said coldly, "Why did Fang Jiming come in?"

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