Chapter 22:

Chapter 22
Song Yi returned home in Gu Xingchuan's car. The underground parking lot was sparsely populated at 11 o'clock in the evening. Song Yi pushed the door and got out of the car, calmly saying, "Thank you for taking me home."
Gu Xingchuan put his elbow on the car window casually, measuring him up and down, "Thank you and that's it."
Song Yi held his jaw slightly raised, looking at Gu Xingchuan from top to bottom, the line from the jaw to the neck was clear, like a clear bay, "what do you want"
It was this cold and indifferent look.
Gu Xingchuan couldn't be more familiar with him. Song Yi was known to be easy to get along with at school. He laughed at everyone. The head teacher often lamented that the child had such a good temper and was afraid that others would bully Song Yi in the future.
Gu Xingchuan was very depressed at that meeting. Ming and Ming Song Yi looked down upon everyone, and was very high-minded, but except for him, no one could tell. He didn't understand whether people were blind, or ignored them. It was only a few years later that he understood. It's because Song Yi is too good at pretending!
When Gu Xingchuan saw Song Yi's eyes before, he wanted to make Song Yi lower his head and convince Song Yi. Now when he sees Song Yi like this, his whole body feels hot... so sexy.
Gu Xingchuan leaned forward and looked at Song Yi, uttering ambiguous words, "You won't invite me up for a cup of tea"
Song Yi smiled lightly, raised her eyebrows, and warned: "Don't get too far. The bill for you to kiss me tonight is still unclear."
"It's not like you haven't beaten anyone, what's wrong with a kiss?" Gu Xingchuan was cheeky.
Song Yi glanced at him, "Master Gu, you really found a good reason for the rapist."
Gu Xingchuan was noncommittal, and said slowly: "You can't cross the river and demolish the bridge, and you can swear your mother when you put down the bowl. We are just a matter of course and cannot be considered rape."
If there is a bottle of mineral water, Song Yi directly splashed Gu Xingchuan on his face. I have never seen such a rogue. "Master Gu, you are right. We have nothing to do."
He was about to leave when he finished speaking. Gu Xingchuan jumped out of the car keenly, and followed him behind him without saying a word.
The sound of footsteps in the empty parking lot was banging and banging, especially obvious. Song Yi walked for a while, stopped, turned her head, "What do you want to do?"
Gu Xingchuan blinked, "You get your things on my pants, you are responsible for washing me clean."
"You asked for it." Song Yi's face was dark, pretending that he didn't understand the hint in the words.
Gu Xingchuan frowned, "I'm serious with you, my mother is at my house, I can't go back like this."
Song Yi couldn't tell whether what he was saying was true or false, but thinking of Mama Gu, such a beautiful and soft female, always softened people's hearts, she reluctantly nodded, and said uneasy: "You are not allowed to disturb my mother. Go quickly."
Gu Xingchuan knew about Song Yi's home. He had seen that the Star Entertainment Company had all the information of artists. Song Yi's community was newly built a few years ago. The environment is good and the owner's privacy is very good, so he lives in many second- and third-tier entertainers in the entertainment industry.
"My mother is asleep, her voice is quieter." Song Yi closed the door softly.
Gu Xingchuan sat on the soft fabric sofa, grabbed a pillow in his hand, and propped his chin on it. The smell of Song Yi was all on it, and it smelled very comfortable.
Song Yi's home is very clean, with a two-bedroom, not big or small, minimalist decoration style, scattered in the living room, and a strong atmosphere of life.
Gu Xingchuan glanced around and suddenly thought that Song Yi would work part-time in a burger restaurant every weekend when she was in school. At that time, she was very young and had great conditions since childhood. He didn't understand the sufferings of the world at all, and thought that Song Yi worked in a burger restaurant. It's for fun.
Several times he ordered a lot of things in the hamburger restaurant and asked Song Yi to serve him by name. Song Yi, who was eighteen or nine years old, was unsmiling and coldly told him not to come again in the future.
At that time, he felt that Song Yi had a bad temper and was inexplicably angry. It was not until many years later that he realized that he had crushed the pride of a proud young man.
Thinking of this, Gu Xingchuan felt uncomfortable. Song Yi must have been very tired these years.
Song Yixiong took her face out of the bathroom, looked at Gu Xingchuan's clothes intact, and asked in a low voice, "You still don't take it off."
Gu Xingchuan let out a dull "um", his clearly articulated fingers unbuttoned his trousers, and slowly kicked his trousers, revealing a pair of straight, long legs with well-proportioned and perfect muscles. It looked particularly vigorous, and his upper body t-shirt was loose. The more refined the waistline, like the proud work of Meishen.
Everyone has a heart for beauty. Song Yi took another look, her heartbeat was fast, and her heart shook slightly.
When he retracted his gaze, he inadvertently scanned the tattoo on Gu Xingchuan's waist. Last time he saw a column of black Greek letters in the photo of Brother Long-legged, it looked pretty cool.
In the past few times, I just glanced around, and he wondered how rich people like Gu Xingchuan’s family could still allow him to get tattoos.
This time Song Yi saw clearly that the tattoo was only used to cover the scar. Gu Xingchuan had a long and uneven scar on his waist. Looking at the pale color of the newborn skin, this scar has been a long, long time.
Song Yi is not easy to ask about this kind of privacy, so she guessed in her heart, someone like Gu Xingchuan, there are still people who dare to use a knife with him.
The courage of this man is fat enough.
Song Yi hurriedly dried the clothes after washing, and threw them to Gu Xingchuan, "It's getting late, put them on and go home."
Gu Xingchuan was not impatient or impatient, and dressed slowly, looking the same as the model's preparation before going on the runway, "Song Yi, everyone has been to your house"
"Ask why?" Song Yi's voice was unhappy.
"Your house is so messy, I think you have lost face in front of anyone." Gu Xingchuan said without embarrassment.
Song Yi squinted his eyes, "I am not ashamed, it has nothing to do with you."
Besides, his home is not messy, it's just that it hasn't been cleaned up for a few days, and it looks pretty clean. Why should Gu Xingchuan pick his habit.
Gu Xingchuan fastened the buttons and asked casually, "Have Cheng Song been here?"
Song Yi was not stupid either, she chuckled, and deliberately mocked: "Gu Xingchuan, ask these, are you in love with me"
He didn't think that Gu Xingchuan fell in love with him. Although he was very charming, Gu Xingchuan's liking for Shen Li could be seen personally.
Said this for the disgusting Gu Xingchuan.
Gu Xingchuan was stunned for a few seconds, glanced at Song Yi's sneered lips, and snorted disdainfully, "Shameless, don't put gold on your face, I won't like you."
"I'm relieved if you say that." Song Yi gave a sigh of relief and smiled. "Otherwise, just behave like you, I'm really worried that you have deep roots in me and can't be yourself."
Gu Xingchuan pressed his lips hard, and turned his face away coldly, "Less narcissism. I like Shen Li."
Song Yi smiled and looked at him with interest, "I'm really curious, what do you like about Shen Li"
Gu Xingchuan looked bad, took a deep breath, thought for a while, and said seriously: "Xia Feng was written to Shen Li, have you heard of it?"
Song Yi was a little impressed. Although he didn't take the initiative to listen to Gu Xingchuan's songs, there were always people around him listening. This "Xia Feng" was dubbed the Divine Comedy of First Love, which was popular on major music platforms in the past few years.
Gu Xingchuan tilted his face with rare gentle eyes, and said softly: "The first day I transferred to school, he passed me on a bicycle. He didn't see his face clearly at the time, but I saw the name tag on his shirt. Seeing him is exactly the same as I imagined."
Xia Fengli was the scene where he and Shen Li met for the first time. In the summer of July and August, cicadas screamed and the young man in the white shirt rode a bicycle. The broken black hair was rippling with the wind, and the breeze blew the young man’s clothes. Showing a thin and soft waist, like the muse lifting the veil in front of him, Gu Xingchuan understood beauty for the first time.
He remembered this scene for many years later. Summer, a white shirt, and a teenager riding a bicycle, gathered all the beautiful words of first love.
Song Yi looked strange and coughed a few times, "You said that the first time you met Shen Li, he was riding a bicycle."
"Yeah." Gu Xingchuan looked at Song Yi, observing Song Yi's expression.
Song Yi twitched the corners of her mouth, was silent for a few seconds, and sighed from the bottom of her heart, "It's pretty good. Youth feelings are always spring."
He couldn't bear to tell Gu Xingchuan that Shen Li couldn't ride a bicycle at all.