Three Batches of Dog Blood Stories

After the breakup, life didn't get better, and it couldn't be worse. Zhao Tan lived his life stiffly until one night, he ran into Song Qi by chance.

It was amazing that I met Song Qi in a restaurant near the company.Zhao Tan rubbed his eyes, not daring to recognize anyone for a long time.

"Long time no see." Song Qi took the initiative to wave to Zhao Tan.

After Zhao Qin greeted his colleagues, he walked towards Song Qi.

"Are you coming here for dinner too?"

Song Qi nodded: "Yes."

Song Qi stared at Zhao Tan, the warm light in the restaurant made Song Qi's outline soft.Zhao Qin reflexively turned his ears red.

Zhao Tan coughed and stammered slightly: "You, did you come with your friends?"

"No." Song Qi said, "I only have one friend."

The vague ambiguity in the words made Zhao Qin cough unnaturally.

Song Qi asked: "Have you been busy recently?"

Zhao Tan lied: "...a little bit."

"No wonder." Song Qi said, "I agreed to have time to wander around, but it turned out."

"I'm sorry." Zhao Tan was embarrassed. He did ask Song Qi sincerely at the beginning, but he forgot to keep the promise.

Song Qi cast his eyes on Zhao Qin's face, but he didn't know where to focus his eyes - he seemed to be thinking about something.

There was a brief silence between the two.

Song Qi finally decided to ask the question he wanted to ask the most: "Mr. Zhao and I are still friends, right?"

Zhao Qin nodded naturally.

"Really? Actually, if you don't want to see me again, you can just say so."

"How is it possible!" Zhao Qin interrupted him, "How, how could I not want to, see you."

Zhao Tan stuttered again.When Song Qi saw him, he stuttered easily.

Zhao Qin's familiar smile finally appeared on Song Qi's face. Song Qi said, "It's fine if you don't hate me."

After Zhao Qin and Song Chengti broke up, Song Cheng went back to vent his anger, the TV was smashed, and when it was over, he hugged Song Qi and kept calling Zhao Tan a heartless bastard.After that, Song Qi didn't dare to contact Zhao Tan, he was worried that Zhao Tan and his younger brother would break up so unhappy that he would reject himself, who was similar in appearance to his younger brother.

"How could I hate you."

It's too late to like.

Zhao Qin followed Song Qi's browbones, feeling more and more emotional, similar facial features, but completely different temperament.

His gaze moved down and landed on Song Qi's lips, which opened and closed slightly: "It's a good thing we met tonight, otherwise we will lose a friend we could chat with."

This kind of thing is not uncommon. In the past life, sometimes I met friends with a high degree of compatibility. It is clear that such friends are hard to come by, but it is always easy to lose friendship due to some reasons, and never contact them again.

"Yes." Zhao Tan agreed, "It's a good thing we met tonight."

Zhao Tan didn't want to take care of his subordinates anymore, and after paying the bill, he went to the bar with Song Qi.

Originally, Zhao Qin was going to send Song Qi home directly, but Song Qi grabbed Zhao Tan's arm and said, "Go and have a drink."

Zhao Qin chose a quiet bar.

After Song Qi took a few sips of wine, his ears gradually turned red. Zhao Qin asked him, "You rarely drink alcohol?"

"Well, I can't drink enough." Song Qi took another sip, "But it's very comfortable to drink once in a while."

Zhao Qin agrees.Drinking in moderation and at the right time, if not excessive, is indeed comfortable.Just like babies always relax in their sleep, adults need some alcohol to unwind every once in a while.

Zhao Qin's mind was no longer occupied by Song Cheng, but slowly remembered something.

For example, one of the reasons why he broke up with Song Chengti - he wanted to pursue Song Qilai.

"You—" Song Qi realized that something was wrong with Zhao Tan's eyes, but he still stretched out his hand and stroked Zhao Tan's chin with his thumb.

"I'm not Cheng Cheng."

Song Qi's lips pressed Zhao Tan's lips lightly, and they fell apart with one touch.

Perhaps this is the feeling of alcohol, as if stepping on velvet, slightly drunk.