paranoia

Song Jing leaned on the edge of the kitchen door, staring at Song Wanzhou bustling up and down to braise beef for him, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.

"elder brother."

Song Wanzhou paused for a while while holding the chopsticks, but didn't show it on his face, and continued to pretend he didn't hear it.

This was the fifth time Song Jing called Song Wanzhou. Ever since he proposed to install a camera at home, Song Wanzhou was not in a good mood. He stayed bored in the kitchen after buying vegetables, without saying a word.

"Brother, are you angry?" Song Jing was not angry but happy, his eyes were chasing Song Wanzhou, "Turn around and let me see, I want to see you angry too."

"Brother, show me."

Hearing Song Jing's scoundrel words, Song Wanzhou couldn't hold his breath in the end, turned around, pursed his lips, and said the words that had been brewing for a long time, "Xiao Jing, if you install a camera at home, it will be against me. Disrespectful, I don't like it."

A sentence of dislike directly expressed his attitude.

This was the first time that Song Wanzhou expressed dissatisfaction with Song Jing's request. In the past, he was always obedient, and Song Jing would do whatever he wanted to make up for his wounded heart as much as possible.

Hearing Song Wanzhou's sullen expression, Song Jing smiled even more happily, walked over, took Song Wanzhou's hand, and looked at him squarely, "I respect my brother very much." The face is sincere.

Song Wanzhou was not in the mood to joke with Song Jing today. Whenever he thought that his every move would be watched by others, his whole body became cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.Even if the object is Song Jing, he is not comfortable.He is an independent individual, needs personal privacy, and needs to be respected.

He still had a stern face, with the corners of his mouth down, wanting to withdraw his hands that were getting hot, and sit down with Song Jing to have a good talk about the seriousness of the matter.

As soon as he thought about it, Song Jing squeezed his hand tightly, unable to break free.

Song Jing lowered his eyes, a little disappointed, "But look, my brother doesn't respect me at all now." He curled his lips and listed his dissatisfaction one by one, "You ignored me for more than two hours, the first sentence You just want to kill me, you don’t even want me to hold your hand now, and you definitely won’t let me sleep with you today.”

Song Wanzhou really has nothing to do with Song Jing's cheating and imposing unwarranted crimes on him.

Song Jing is now even more difficult than when he was a child, he will not give up until he achieves his goal, and he can come up with all kinds of methods if everything does not go according to his wishes. Song Wanzhou submits.

Song Wanzhou thought he was trying to reason with Song Jing in a gentle voice, but unexpectedly, in Song Jing's ears, it turned into a vicious threat.I had no choice but to soften my tone a little, and planned to discuss it with Song Jing.

"I didn't kill you," Song Wanzhou sighed and didn't struggle anymore, "but I really don't want to be watched by others."

"Xiaojing, I'm not a prisoner." The voice was deep, with a hint of helplessness and begging.

Song Jing said, "I didn't say that my brother is a prisoner. If my brother doesn't like it, I can change it." After a while, he added, "If I don't like it, will my brother change it?"

Seeing that Song Jing had given in, Song Wanzhou asked softly, "What doesn't Xiaojing like?"

From Song Wanzhou's point of view, the things Song Jing likes can be clearly counted with his fingers, and the things he doesn't like can't be written on a whole page if he makes a list.

The sound of the stewing pot came from the kitchen, it was the beef cooked by Song Wanzhou.

Thinking of Song Jing flying around all day and not being able to eat a decent meal, Song Wanzhou still felt distressed after all, "Let's eat first, and we can talk when we want to."

"Brother." Song Jing called to stop Song Wanzhou.

"Ok?"

"I don't like it when you don't come home." He wiped the table twice with his hand, and showed the dust on his fingertips to Song Wanzhou, "Look, the house is covered in dust. How long have you been since you came back?"

The week before the start of school is the busiest time for Song Wanzhou. He collects data in the laboratory during the day and returns to the office to process the data and write reports at night.Usually when I come back, I just take a shower and leave, I don’t pay attention at all

The house that was originally tidy was covered in dust.

Song Wanzhou explained patiently, "It's not that I won't come back, it's just that I'm too busy, it's fine when I'm done."

He tried his best to explain clearly to Song Jing, and even told Song Jing about the data analysis.

However, Song Jing only said one word, which made him dumbfounded.

Song Jing said, "Brother, I take this place as my home."

Because of Song Wanzhou, even in a single apartment, Song Jing can live comfortably, and he can look forward to working every day.

He hoped that at the right time, he could use the money he earned to buy a more spacious and better-lit house for Song Wanzhou.

"Small View"

For Song Wanzhou, "home" has given too much meaning.He also had a home, time and time again, and in the end, he still had no home.

Song Wanzhou didn't regard the house he was living in as his own, but only as a place where he could stay overnight.

Noticing the astonishment on Song Wanzhou's face, Song Jing lowered his head, smiled wryly, and said in a hoarse voice, "It would be great if my brother could manage the place where I am."

Song Wanzhou is good at everything, and obeys him like atonement, for fear of making him unhappy.As long as he doesn't mention the past or the relationship between the two, he can get along with Song Wanzhou pretending to be an ordinary couple.

But what Song Jing wanted was far more than that. He wanted Song Wanzhou to truly accept him as a man, as a boyfriend, and as a person who would accompany him for a lifetime.

He doesn't like anything, but he loves Song Wanzhou.

He wanted to have a family with Song Wanzhou.

The dispute ended sooner than Song Wanzhou had imagined, and the two took a step back. Song Jing agreed not to mention the camera, but only if Song Wanzhou would videotape him every day when he came back from school to make sure he was at home.

After setting the timer on Song Wanzhou's phone, Song Jing acted like a normal person again, following behind Song Wanzhou, squeezing his shoulders and beating his back, serving bowls and chopsticks, brother and Wanzhou took turns calling.

Song Wanzhou picked up the noodles for a moment, as if remembering something, observed Song Jing's expression, and pretended to be casual, "Tomorrow is Brother Xiao Han's birthday, and Ah Yu asked me to eat there."

Bai Yiyu and the others didn't know about Song Jing, so he didn't say anything.Because of his hand injury, Bai Yiyu was not happy to hear Song Jing's name.Bai Yiyu was eager to protect his friends, so he felt that Cen Youfan's madness had something to do with Song Jing.

Song Jing said lightly, "Brother, I have to go back tomorrow."

Song Jing used to spend weekends, but tomorrow is only Saturday.

"Are you busy recently?" Song Wanzhou asked with concern.

"It's okay," Song Jingchong and Song Wanzhou smiled, "I'll go back to Beijing and ask my little uncle for help."

When Yu Duo and his family were mentioned, Song Wanzhou inevitably felt a little depressed, and asked listlessly, "Auntie and the others, are they all right?"

"Well," Song Jingjing nodded, "They want to see you, especially Song Mu, who talk about you all day long."

Song Wanzhou's hand holding the chopsticks trembled slightly, and said bitterly, "Mu Mu still remembers me?"

The year he left, Song Raoshuang and the others were not at home, and he didn't know if they knew the inside story, and they hadn't contacted for so many years.

"Little girl Pianzi has grown up, if you don't see her now, she will come to your door one day." Song Jing said, "Anyway, I didn't say anything."

"talk later."

Song Wanzhou didn't want to mention it any more, so he ended the topic directly.

The snail that finally poked its head out retracted into its shell.

While sleeping, Song Jing suddenly turned Song Wanzhou over, kissed him mouth to mouth, and said, "I'm going tomorrow too."

Today is Han Junjing's birthday, and Bai Yiyu, who is in good spirits, got up early in the morning to go to the supermarket, bought a bunch of ingredients that Song Wanzhou likes to eat, and waited for him to come over to heat the hot pot.

Song Wanzhou sent him a message that he had already set off, so he started chopping vegetables. When the doorbell rang, the chili oil in the pot just melted and bubbled. Bai Yiyu quickly took off his apron and threw it to Han Junjing, and happily went to open the door.

Why is "Wanzhou" so early?

Seeing the uninvited man following Song Wanzhou

Guest, Bai Yiyu abruptly choked back the second half of the sentence, pulled his face down in an instant, and first pulled Song Wanzhou into the room, trying to lock Song Jing out.

He was thin and weak, and he was no match for Song Jing. With the word "Excuse me", Song Jing had already entered the room, changed his shoes and entered the room.

"Is it Yangyang?" Han Junjing poked his head out from the kitchen.

Bai Yiyu took the gift from Song Wanzhou, stared at Song Jing's back, curled his lips, and said dissatisfiedly, "I followed a white-eyed wolf."

Seeing that it was Song Jing, Han Junjing's reaction was obviously not as violent as Bai Yiyu's, but it was a bit expected, and he nodded at him as a greeting.

The atmosphere between the two people who were not at odds before was inexplicably harmonious, which made Bai Yiyu a little confused.

While Song Wanzhou was helping to clean up the dinner table, Bai Yiyu walked into the kitchen with an unhappy face and poked Han Junjing's waist, "What's wrong with you? Aren't we from the same camp?"

Han Junjing sighed, "It's not easy."