Chapter 21:

Chapter Twenty
Song Yi has flew up in the imperial capital in the past few days, and didn't even bother to contact Cheng Song, let alone watch a movie together, "I haven't watched it yet, what's wrong?"
Gu Xingchuan breathed a sigh of relief and raised the corner of his mouth, "I bought the Blu-ray disc of "xxx", and I will take you to the movies."
Song Yi was a bit aftertaste, pointing to her chest, "You want to watch a movie with me"
Gu Xingchuan wants to go to the movies with him, right?
"Can't it?" Gu Xingchuan asked in a tough tone, taking a glance at him, "If you can see Cheng Song, you can't be with me."
Song Yi took a deep breath, patted the back of Gu Xingchuan's hand, and asked in harmony, "We don't need to go to the movies together."
Gu Xingchuan tightened his strength, and Song Yi's wrist hurt. He couldn't shake it off. He just listened to Gu Xingchuan's savage declaration: "I am your alpha, what happened to watching a movie with you?"
Song Yi's anger hit her head, and asked coldly, "Gu Xingchuan, I look like a bully."
"Who will tell you whether you go or not?" Gu Xingchuan asked viciously.
Song Yi wasn't scared, she stared at him hard, and said angrily, "Don't go."
Gu Xingchuan's eyes were fierce and fierce. Like a wolf, Song Yi was frightened and felt Gu Xingchuan's inhuman physical strength firsthand. This would require hands and the probability of being able to beat him is zero.
Just a few seconds later, Gu Xingchuan looked at Song Yi’s nervous expression, feeling strange. This time he didn’t come to make Song Yi angry. His hand holding Song Yi’s wrist was loosened for a few minutes, and he blinked a few times and said softly. Whispered: "Song Yi, go to the movies with me"
Song Yi was stunned by the look of anticipation. If Gu Xingchuan had been so horizontal, he would fight hard to see who died first, but Gu Xingchuan's tone softened and Song Yi really didn't know what to do.
"My mother is still at home waiting for me to eat, I'm going back." Song Yi is a little afraid of Gu Xingchuan.
Gu Xingchuan flattened his mouth and hummed in a low voice: "Auntie said that I didn't buy any vegetables today. Go back and drink Northwest Wind."
Song Yi couldn't help it, "I went out to eat with her."
Gu Xingchuan glanced at him, took out the car key from his pocket, and opened the door with one hand. He couldn't refuse, "You go to the movie with me, and I invite you to dinner."
Song Yi understood. He was dependent on him. He couldn't get rid of Gu Xingchuan today. He sighed inwardly, bent over and sat in the co-pilot.
Alpha has a kind of car plot. Although Song Yijue's Gu Xingchuan is stupid, it does not prevent him from admiring Gu Xingchuan's car.
The car is really good, and people are really stupid.
Gu Xingchuan didn't take him home, and went to a high-end private theater. Song Yi watched him greet him familiarly with the front desk and opened a movie theater.
The interior of the room is spacious and the decoration is modern and novel. There are two leather massage chairs in the middle and a large projection screen on the opposite side.
"Xxx" is a frame-by-frame animation film. The animator uses the prop model to set up the styling, then shoots frame by frame, and then performs continuous screening. The manufacturing process is time-consuming. Song Yi likes the retro texture of this animation.
Song Yi watched it earnestly. The plot was simple but touching. Although she watched it many times, every time she watched it, this unpretentious plot could be poked into her heart.
Gu Xingchuan's mind is half-hearted, and his mind is not in the movie.
The auditorium is fully enclosed for the effect, and other perceptions are more acute when there is no light.
Gu Xingchuan heard Song Yi's rhythmic breathing, which changed with the ups and downs of the movie's plot, as if the light sea beating against the quiet harbor.
He couldn't help turning his head and taking a look. Song Yi was immersed in the movie, a light blue light fell on his face, a few strands of irregular hair betrayed the hairspray, and the light-colored lips were slightly open. It looks moist and soft, like hooking someone to kiss.
Gu Xingchuan researched the hot fingertips, and the soft and soft touch is still fresh in my memory after so long. Although he and Song Yi did what they should have done last time, they really didn't hit the boo by patronizing them.
"Song Yi, how many have you talked about" Gu Xingchuan asked casually with his head tilted.
Song Yi looked at the screen intently, and answered without thinking: "Three or four."
"Three or Four"
"Is there a difference"
"Of course there is, you say quickly." Gu Xingchuan urged.
Song Yi raised her jaw, "Three, what do you ask these for?"
Gu Xingchuan smiled playfully, "Have you ever slept?"
Song Yi glanced at him, continued to watch the movie, and refused to answer this question.
Gu Xingchuan hummed, squinted his eyes and looked at the screen. His heart was itchy, and his head was filled with Song Yi's soft lips. The more he thought about it, the more drier his mouth became. If he kissed him, Song Yi would definitely laugh at him and mock his estrus, hesitate When he was undecided, he smelled a light platycodon, sweet and bitter, cold and indifferent, derived from Song Yi's usual perfume.
The frigid taste belongs to Song Yi's taste.
When Gu Xingchuan reacted, he was already leaning forward. Song Yi Yuguang saw his movements, turned his head and was about to ask Gu Xingchuan what to do, but his lips were covered with warm touch, and the sudden wetness was caught off guard.
The inside of Song Yi's head was the same as the fireworks exploded. There was a straight buzzing sound, and Gu Xingchuan's beautiful face was very clear in the line of sight. The eyelashes were deep and dense, the tail of the eyes was slender and upturned, with the usual arrogance and the color of the pupils. Depressed, black and white.
After a short suffocation, Song Yi's heart beats up and down, and then quickly withdraws, pulling the distance between the two people, inexplicably, "What are you doing?"
Gu Xingchuan didn't care, he wiped his lips casually with his thumb, and said in a daunting tone: "I want to ask you what you drink, who knows you will come to kiss me and lose money."
Song Yi didn't quite believe it, and she was not a child. How could it be so clever, and she couldn't find any evidence to refute it for a while.
Gu Xingchuan glanced at him, lifted his chin, "You look pretty."
"..."
Song Yi suffocated, leaned back, leaned back in the chair comfortably, and had no plans to watch the movie. "Didn't you ask me what to drink, give me a can of yogurt."
Gu Xingchuan got a bargain, got up diligently, took a can of yogurt from the refrigerator, and threw it to Song Yi, "You don't have any meat on your body, so you should drink more milk."
Song Yi twisted the lid of the bottle, took a sip, and a sticky milk mark stuck to her lips.
Gu Xingchuan didn't look at it deliberately. After a burst of heat, Song Yi leaned in silently and narrowed the distance between the two people. His warm breath sprinkled on the straight bridge of Gu Xingchuan's nose, slightly itching.
Gu Xingchuan was taken aback, and blinked innocently, "What are you doing?"
"You just said I look pretty" Song Yi asked in a low voice.
Gu Xingchuan heard the sweet and sour yogurt smell on his lips, and licked his lips excitedly, feeling something wrong, but could not tell why, and nodded bluntly.
Song Yi curled her lips and smiled, and lightly patted Gu Xingchuan's cheek with one hand, "I'm pretty, but no one can make you smile."
Gu Xingchuan turned his face coldly, his lower body felt cold to the touch, and when he lowered his head, he saw a large piece of yogurt poured on the dark jeans. Song Yi shook his hand holding the bottle, and a drop of all was spilled on Gu Xingchuan.
"What are you doing?" Gu Xingchuan looked at with disgust, frowning unhappy.
Song Yi drew a few tissues and threw it to him, and said calmly, "Sorry, I was shaking by your angry hand."
He deserves it, he is tired of playing tricks.
It must have been intentional, Gu Xingchuan gave him a glance, and wiped it with disgust with a tissue.
After rubbing it for a long time, Gu Xingchuan found that it was not clean. Although there were no wet spots, there was a white mark left. On the black pants, it was particularly conspicuous, which made people think continuously.
Song Yi took a glance, picked up the thin-rimmed gold-wire glasses and put them on, happily putting her hands in her pockets and pacing outside.
Little bastard, he really didn't grow up. After so many years, Gu Xingchuan had never beaten him in the whole person.
Gu Xingchuan stared at his chic back, threw the tissue away, and strode to follow.
When he went out, he vaguely saw the waiter’s surprised eyes and a soft exclamation,
It’s OK to watch cartoons.