Chapter 33: Memorial gift

However, Chi Song has been dropped and the connection is incompetent.
Song Zhihuai hesitated for a long time, but still couldn't make a hard heart to wake people up and ask what happened, simply clenched his teeth, holding a mobile phone, and sent WeChat to Bai Zhirong: "Help me feed a cat."
Chi Song likes to send handsome facial expressions when chatting with friends, so Song Zhihuai does not forget to put a handsome photo of a cute girl.
He flipped through the chat history of the two people and found out that they really talked about everything.
...And their last topic was actually about scientific research.
Chi Song: "Did you see the news, and finally observed the gravitational wave again. [Song handsome wave claws.jpg]"
Bai Zhirong: "If there is any major news, I thought it was aliens, which is really boring."
Chi Song: "The world belongs to three bodies!"
Bai Zhirong: "Burn you heretics."
Song Zhihuai: "..."
At the moment, Song Zhihuai only had one sentence circulating in his mind:
Lying trough, Chi Song never talked to himself about gravitational waves.
He actually talked to Bai Zhirong about gravitational waves.
Seeing the dialogue between the two of them, Song Zhihuai directly skipped the thinking step of the "Sura Field of Ex-boyfriend and Ex-boyfriend".
Because he thinks his ex-boyfriend and current boyfriend have a particularly good relationship.
Soon, Bai Zhirong returned to WeChat, with a full tone of condemnation: "Where have you been? Why didn't you accompany me tonight?"
Song Zhihuai: "..." I rely on.
He certainly didn't know that Bai Zhirong was referring to Chi Song running away temporarily, leaving him and Harry to have dinner.
Song Zhihuai, with a cloud of gas in his chest, continued to pretend to be Chi Song: "I have something to do."
Bai Zhirong: "What's the matter with you? Song Zhihuai is here?"
Song Zhihuai: "..."
Song Zhihuai just paused for a while and didn't return, Bai Zhirong knew: "Oh, no wonder, I don't think about it. Forget it, I'll feed you cats."
Song Zhihuai frowned, and found that things were not simple. He replied: "Do you have my room card?"
After a moment, he received Bai Zhirong's contempt: "I will control the front desk, stupid."
After posting this, both sides were silent for a while.
Song Zhihuai rolled his eyes because he was choked, and Bai Zhirong launched a serial text message bombing after a minute of reaction.
"I have borrowed the room card from the front desk and helped you feed the cat. You don't know what method I will use to open the door?"
"who are you?"
"...You are Song Zhihuai?"
Song Zhihuai found that don’t underestimate anyone. Everyone is born to be a man. After so many years, who is not an individual?
He sighed and replied, "It's me."
Over there, Bai Zhirong replied: "Chi Song, sorry, I will black you for one night."
After finishing speaking, Bai Zhirong never replied any information.
Song Zhihua opened his WeChat album and found that it was blank.
As early as Song Zhihuai held Chi Song, and at the Christmas two years ago, he met Bai Zhirong on the narrow road in front of the Song family villa. Bai Zhirong deleted Song Zhihuai and changed his mobile phone number. He did not maintain any ambiguous contact with him.
This caused Song Zhihuai to face a cell phone that could no longer reply, scratching his heart with his claws, and filling his brain with Bai Zhirong's ethical drama of intentionally soaking his daughter-in-law for revenge.
Chi Song slept very peacefully, and had no dream all night. One arm was still resting on Song Zhihuai's stomach. After sleeping comfortably, he grabbed Song Zhihuai's stomach.
The alarm sounded the next morning, he reached out and pressed the mute button for the first time, climbed carefully, and walked into the bathroom along the small steps of the wall. After washing with the lowest sound, he slipped back to the bed and determined that Song Zhihuai had not yet Waking up, he leaned down and twitched gently on his head.
The young wife ran away sweetly, and Song Zhihuai was too sweet by him.
…Maybe it was because his wife had recruited people that she had a good relationship with Bai Zhirong.
Song Zhihuai, who had dark eyes and had not slept all night, finally found a reasonable explanation, settled down, and made a deep sleep.
Before going to bed, Song Zhihuai confusedly wondered, where in the past did he suffer from insomnia because of such a plausible incident?
...Love is really grieving.
It was still early in the morning, after getting on the taxi back to the crew, Chi Song flipped the phone and found the conversation between the two last night. He felt stunned and immediately called Bai Zhirong to explain that he was too sleepy last night. Only then did Song Zhihuai send him a WeChat.
Bai Zhirong was relieved: "I thought he turned your phone."
Chi Songman smiled embarrassedly: "Quick release me from the little black house."
Bai Zhirong: "Well."
Chi Song paused and asked, "How was the dinner with Brother Harry yesterday?"
Bai Zhirong silenced strangely for a moment: "Well, the meal is just OK."
Chi Song immediately blossomed: "What about people? How about people?"
Bai Zhirong: "...... Why are you so crap?"
Seeing that Harry, who had been single for many years, had the opportunity to take off the order, Chi Song naturally tried hard to sell: "Brother Harry also has a dog!"
Bai Zhirong: "Well, I've seen the photo, Xiao Bomei. A man with chest muscles of such size raises Bomei, 嘁."
Chi Songle: "You just stare at people's chests, ha ha ha ha ha."
Bai Zhirong: "...I won't let you out of the little black room, goodbye."
Bai Zhirong said that when he did it, he really kept Chi Song in a small black room for a day, and then released Chi Song until the night of the show.
And Chi Song was a bit restless all day today. He took a nanny car and returned to the hotel where he stayed. He hurried out as soon as he got out of the car. "
Chi Song turned around and said, "...My family is waiting for me."
He didn't even want to wait for a short time to take the elevator from the underground parking lot. He took out a disposable mask from his pocket and stepped up step by step.
When I was filming today, although the mood was not stable, Chi Song’s condition was exceptionally good, and almost all of the plays were one.
Not to mention Lu Yuan, even the chief director of Group A has exaggerated him: "Chi Song, OK. This look is in place."
Chi Song thought, of course, in place, today he looks like everyone is like Mr. Song, one is more friendly than the other.
Before Chi Song didn't know what it was like to marry Xiaobeisheng, now he finally understood.
Probably like the old gluttonous man who lost weight for several days and saw a pot of fragrant hot pot suddenly appearing in front of him.
Chi Song ran out of the hotel, ready to hit a car with Didi, and went straight to the hotel where Song Zhihuai was located.
While he was positioning himself, a black car appeared phantomly on his side.
Soon, the window shook down.
Song Zhihuai smiled at Chi Song's lips: "Sir, do you take a taxi?"
Chi Song was shocked and delighted. He quickly got into the rear seat. After sitting down, he said nothing, just licked the gap between the driver's seat and the passenger seat, and looked at Song Zhihuai's face sweetly.
Song Zhihuai touched Chi Song's hair reluctantly: "...the legs are not long, how can you run like a rabbit."
Song Zhihuai had been dormant in the underground parking garage of Chisong Hotel for a long time, just to wait for him to come back. Whoever wanted Chi Song to take off his rabbit and ran away, Song Zhihuai rang the horn several times and he did not hear it.
As soon as Song Zhihuai mentioned the rabbit, Chi Song thought of the rabbit ear play.
He blushed and pushed the back of the driver's seat: "Where did you get this car from?"
Song Zhihuai said: "I borrowed it from my local buddy. Let's go, my husband will take you for a ride."
After being happy, Chi Song was nervous again.
The way he ran out of the hotel in a hurry just now was quite eye-catching. When he thought about it, he was a little guilty: "...There should be paparazzi near here. I just... was it too obvious?"
Song Zhihuai recalled the look of Chi Song’s little red face when he shook the window glass down, and deliberately teased him:
What do you think?

Chi Song glanced at the rear-view mirror and rubbed his face in anxiety.
Song Zhihuai immediately softened, holding the steering wheel with both hands, and said: "...the photos that really don't want to be exposed are not exposed, you can rest assured."
The internal relationship of the paparazzi is also intertwined. When breaking the news, it is by no means the same as the people who eat melons. Simply trying to be happy. In most cases, as long as there is money, there is nothing to suppress.
The material that can usually be exploded is either that the money is not in place or the relationship is not in place.
The Nebula entertainment of the Song family has firmly taken root since the initial formation of the entertainment circle. Over the years, it has grown into a towering tree, even if any paparazzi captured the splendid dating of Song and his sons. There was no courage in the process.
Chi Song needs to be careful, only the people's sharp eyes, and those puppies who have not yet formed and are in urgent need of a breaking news to start the popularity.
Chi Song stayed obediently in the back seat, observing the vehicles behind the two to make sure no one was following them.
Song Zhihuai looked at this pair of Chi Song and couldn't help thinking of the day when the two had just established a relationship.
On that day, Song Zhihuai, who received Chi Song's approval and kissed Chi Song, had an unreal feeling about the "two people are already together" incident.
When he took Chi Song's hand, he even had a little trance, so he confirmed again: "Do you really like men?"
Chi Song was more nervous than him, and his tail was shaking with nervousness: "I haven't tried to really like a girl...so, I should like men too."
Song Zhihuai also said: "It's tiring to fall in love with me."
Chi Song nodded and took a deep breath: "...I'm ready."
Now that I think of the person who has made all the preparations but is so nervous that I can't help shaking, Song Zhihuai's mouth will still rise slightly.
Autumn seems to have just gone by, and the prelude to winter has arrived.
It was dark early, and it was colder to go for a ride on the riverside. The two of them had dinner and got out of the car for a while, and then they were frozen back into the car.
Song Zhihuai rubbed Chi Song's cold, cold hands: "...It's a mistake, I didn't expect it to be so cold."
Chi Song's eyes were curved with a smile: "It's okay. The neon lights are beautiful."
Song Zhihuai reached into his bag and said, "I wanted to give it to you in a little while....Remember what day it is today?"
Chi Song was stunned.
Song Zhihuai tipped him with his nose: "I know you are too busy and you will forget....Today is the anniversary of our two anniversary together."
After all, he took out an exquisite gift box from the bag, opened it, and pulled out a Burberry seasonal men's scarf from inside, and put it on Chi Song: "Quick around, cold."
Chi Song asked Song Zhihuai to keep his scarf fast, so his eyes kept staring at him.
Song Zhihuai sorted out the corners of the scarf, and then nodded with satisfaction: "This is fine, lock you next to me." He reached out and pulled the bottom of the scarf, "...so you can't run ."
... In this way, Chi Song is Chi Song who belongs to no one, no fan, and only belongs to Song Zhihuai.
When the atmosphere was strong, Song Zhihuai was about to kiss Chi Song's face, and he felt an unusually warm thing around his neck.
Chi Song also had a pure white hand on his scarf, which he just took out of his bag.
His face was all red. Under the warm light of the car, he looked delicious. "This is my anniversary gift... It was hand-made. I don't know if you like it or not."
Speaking of this, Chi Song whispered, quite embarrassed: "I didn't expect to collide with your gift... I'm too cheap, I use Erdos yarn..."
No more words, Chi Song was overwhelmed by Song Zhihuai on the passenger seat.
Song Zhihuai slowly flattened the seat, and the leather squeak made a pleasant squeak in the squeeze.
Two scarfs with different materials and different styles are entangled with each other, as if they will not be separated.