my cutie

Song Yi Fangfei lived happily for two days, feeling refreshed and refreshed. Most of the fatigue and exhaustion from work in the past half a month have been eliminated. It's a pity that good times always pass so fast. Tomorrow Xiaohe will When he came back, he had to pack up all the women's clothes.

But that night Xiao He called him and told him that he would not be able to go home until he had dinner tomorrow.

"Aren't they going out to compete tomorrow?" Song Yi asked him.

"The plane at 7 o'clock, I will go to the city with them tomorrow." Xiao He replied.

Song Yi asked again, "Come back for dinner?"

Xiao He said kindly, "Maybe I will be home late."

He also had to run some errands at the mall.

Song Yi had a general idea in his heart, and after making the phone call, he was glad that he could indulge for a long time tomorrow, and then waited for Xiao He to come back and talk to him about this matter.

During Xiaohe's stay at the base for the past two days, Happy and the others restrained themselves a bit. It is not easy to be able to calm down and train now.

"You go back with this hand and tell Song Yi carefully that he is not busy now and has time to take care of you. Let auntie make you some soup every day. You have more taboos now, so be careful when eating." Zhou Yan looked at him again Sitting next to him in a daze and talking to him.

"I don't want to eat rice with tomato and egg soup anymore." Xiao He originally thought that eating this in the hospital would be enough. Nausea.

Zhou Yan laughed, "Go back and talk to Song Yi tomorrow, it's useless to tell me."

Xiao He stopped talking, went to the training room to take another look, and returned to his room to rest after feeling relieved.

The next afternoon, Zhou Yan offered to send him back earlier.

Xiao He asked him, "Aren't you going to this competition?"

"Chi Fei still has something to do here, and some sponsorship matters have not been settled. This time, I will let Tian Ye lead them to go, and I will not go."

Xiao He didn't ask any more questions, nodded, and returned to the city with him.

"Just send it here? Are you sure you don't need me to take you back?" Zhou Yan asked him as he drove to the entrance of the mall.

Xiao He reached out to untie the seat belt, but one hand was inconvenient, so Zhou Yan reached out to help him.

"No, I'll go back when I'm done." With Zhou Yan's help, Xiao He unbuckled his seat belt and pushed open the car door, "Go back and deal with things earlier."

Seeing that he was determined not to let him send it off, Zhou Yan didn't force it, and told him to be careful by himself, and drove away.

Xiao He went to the store to inquire about the progress of the ring, and the clerk told him that he would have to wait for more than a month before he could get it.

He told the clerk to call him when he was done, and he didn't stay any longer, and took a taxi home directly.

It was still early when I got home, it was only a little past four o'clock, Song Yi was not at home, and he didn't know where he had gone, Xiao He didn't call him, he sat on the sofa and took a nap for a while, and it didn't take long for him to hear a message from the door. There was the sound of the door opening.

When Song Yi opened the door, he vaguely felt that something was wrong. After opening the door, there was an extra pair of shoes in front of the porch cabinet, which were the pair of sneakers he bought for Xiao He.

His hand holding the doorknob began to sweat unconsciously, and his heart was in a state of agitation. He hadn't entered the door yet, but he still saw the shadow cast on the floor.

He raised his eyes and saw that Xiao He's entire face was devoid of any emotion, as indifferent as a stranger, and besides anger, there was a trace of heartache and disappointment in his eyes.

Just the moment he met his eyes, he understood that the things he didn't have time to talk to him were exposed in front of Xiao He without any foreshadowing.

The sweat on his hands made his hand slip off the doorknob bit by bit. When his hand fell to his side, he seemed to feel that if he didn't grasp something, he couldn't grasp it anymore.

Xiao He never expected that Song Yi, who hadn't seen him for almost a month, would appear in front of him with such a posture.

He only looked at it once or twice, and when he closed his eyes, he found that every detail of Song Yi's body at the moment was terribly clear in his mind. Xiao He felt his body trembling even when he turned around, and he didn't want to look at his attire at all. .

He took two steps forward with his eyes closed, and then opened them suddenly. As soon as he closed his eyes, his mind was full of Song Yi standing at the door in a women's skirt.

His rage was about to squeeze his chest to the point of exploding. With the sound of the door closing, he picked up the glass from the tea table sideways and smashed it hard on the ground.

The glass was smashed to pieces in an instant. From the scattered glass shards, it can be seen how hard he was. Song Yi was even frightened by the glass shards that flew to his feet and jumped because of hitting the cabinet. He trembled unconsciously, he had never seen Xiao He like this before, like a mad lion.

Xiao He's right hand hidden under his sleeve trembled uncontrollably at this moment, and even twitched a little. There was a piercing pain from the wrist of his entire arm, but it made him more sober amidst his anger.

He breathed heavily, his chest rose and fell powerfully, as if he wanted to release all that anger, he didn't even want to take another look at Song Yi now, he was afraid that he really couldn't help it.

Relying on the pain in his right hand, he tried to suppress his emotions, but he found that he couldn't do it. He didn't know how many people had seen Song Yi like this today, and he didn't know how many people would face such a scene in their hearts. Song Yi secretly had some nasty thoughts, and at this moment he suddenly had the idea of ​​strangling Song Yi to death.

But he couldn't, he wanted an explanation, even if he lied to himself.

"Why?" He squeezed out the words between his teeth and looked up at Song Yi.

Song Yi looked at Shang Xiaohe's eyes, that eyes were like a ball of angry blazing fire, which was about to burn him.

The heart that was still on his mind before was suddenly let go, he didn't know why, maybe he was too tired to hide it, or maybe Xiao He's attitude broke his heart.

Song Yi walked into the room generously, sat on the sofa, took out a pack of cigarettes from his own small bag, and unhurriedly took out one and lit it.

But he heard Xiao He asking him furiously, "Why?"

His eyes were lowered, his legs were slightly apart, he put his left hand on his thigh, and with a cigarette between his right fingers, he slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

"There is no reason, I just did myself." The voice was neither high nor low, it seemed too calm compared to Xiao He's fury.

"What did you promise me? Have you forgotten it? Song Yi!" The more Xiao He saw his unhurried appearance, the angrier he became, as if something he cared about, Song Yi felt that it was not worth it at all. carry.

Song Yi lowered his head and closed his eyes, the wig drooped from his shoulders, brushing the lit cigarette at his fingertips.

He raised his head again and looked at Xiao He, "I haven't forgotten, so I won't wear it in front of you, and I have never posted photos or videos of women's clothing on the Internet."

Xiao He didn't know what kind of answer this was, nor could he understand why Song Yi liked such a method, but he also understood why he had to reason with himself in the first place.

"But I said it! I don't like it!" Xiao He roared at him.

Song Yi picked up the wig that had been burned off by the cigarettes from the ground, and watched the strands of hair slip from his fingers again, feeling powerless all over his body.

Dealing with my hobbies with the person I like the most, like the two ends of gunpowder, igniting the primer at the same time, colliding with each other quickly, detonating himself, blowing up to pieces.

"But I like it, I have always been like this before I met you, Xiao He, on the other side that you have never discovered, I am like this, whether you think it is crazy or perverted, and whether you can accept it or not , I am Song Yi like this."

Song Yi extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray, and put the last strand of hair in his hand on the coffee table, "I've always wanted to find a good opportunity to talk to you about this matter, but after all It's better than God, since you broke through today, then I won't hide anything secretly anymore, this is me too, but I can't be recognized by you."

Xiao He can no longer tell whether the pain he feels now comes from his right hand or from his heart.

"I don't care if it's you or not, I just tell you one thing, I don't like it."

Xiao He has always been domineering, and no one has ever dared to challenge his dominance. As long as there are things and things he doesn't like, everyone who knows will stop doing or discussing them.

Now, with the same attitude and expression as before, he is warning Song Yi not to touch his bottom line again, and not to let him turn his face and be ruthless.

Song Yi laughed at this moment, his eyes were slightly red, and he looked at Xiao He with self-deprecating pain, "Ahe, do you really love me?"

He asked very softly, but what he heard in Xiao He's ears made his heart ache.

Has Song Yi started to doubt his feelings for him now?

How could he doubt his feelings for him?

He couldn't control his right hand anymore, allowing him to tremble and twitch, no matter how intense the pain was, it was now less than a ten thousandth of what he felt in his heart.

"I am not your appendage, nor your private property, nor your captive pet. I will not follow your wishes in everything. I have my own thoughts and preferences, and I cannot give up just because of your likes and dislikes." To let go of another part of me, I can't just live according to your preferences just because I love you, and let myself become a crippled Song Yi."

After Song Yi finished speaking, he stood up from the sofa, walked to the entrance, held his hand on the doorknob again, paused for a few seconds, turned his head and took a last look at Xiao He.

He turned the doorknob with his hands, and the wind blew in as soon as he opened the door. He slowly pushed the door open, walked out by himself, and finally closed the door.

The tears that had always been in his eyes slowly fell down his cheeks.

But Xiao He inside the door was stunned in place, his eyes were fixed on Song Yi's wig on the coffee table, and Song Yi's words kept echoing in his ears, "Ahe, do you really love me?"