Chapter 66: Sixty six

Chapter Sixty Six
Gu Xingchuan's breathing was short, and the silent air was very clear.
It was quiet for half a minute.
His slightly hoarse voice is low and deep, "You are teasing me"
Song Yi smiled lightly, Gu Xingchuan usually teases so many times in secret, it is impossible that only the state officials set fires and the people are not allowed to light the lights, "What if I tease you"
"It's owing to clean up." Gu Xingchuan paused, speaking clearly, "I'm looking for you where you are."
Song Yi knew what he wanted to do. After being around for so long, he made his tone clear when he heard it. He avoided the serious and went around the circle, "I will be home soon, so you don't need to send me off."
After he finished speaking, he hung up quickly, and the corners of his mouth rose involuntarily. I like what you said. When he made alha, he almost said it to his lover, affectionate and charming, but there has never been a heartbeat like this. .
Maybe this time I really met the right person.
It doesn't make sense to be tempted. He and Gu Xingchuan fought secretly for Shen Liming for adolescence, hating each other and gnashing their teeth and avoiding it. It was unexpected that they would be together after so many years.
Song Yi touched her chin, and recalled her time in high school. Gu Xingchuan didn't actually do anything bad. To embarrass others would also be an impulsive fist. Otherwise, it would be a prank like all kinds of elementary school students. Whoever pressed his head over, could not see at all that he was a wealthy young master.
This may be the reason why he was moved by Gu Xingchuan. If Gu Xingchuan was like Shen Du, Song Yi would not bother to take another look.
Before one o'clock in the morning, the street lights were emitting a milky white light, and the sky was a little starry. Song Yi's car stopped at the door of Shen's house and reached out to touch the door key from his coat pocket.
The whistle of "Shoo!" was crisp.
Song Yi turned his head, Gu Xingchuan leaned against a black car, wearing a thin pure gray hoodie in the cold night of late autumn, the smooth lines of the waist muscles are looming, the lower body is a pair of loose shorts, the calf muscles are tight, male The hormones are bursting.
This is nondescript. At first glance, he is walking in a particularly hurry, and he can't take care of changing clothes.
Song Yi's heart jumped sharply, numb, "Why are you here?"
Gu Xingchuan strode over, nodded and sniffed his neck, the familiar taste was dry and sweet, and his heartbeat gradually became fierce. He approached Song Yi's ear and said softly, "I'll take care of you."
Although Song Yi knew what he was doing, she didn't expect to be so straightforward, her face was slightly hot, and she coughed dryly, "Four Lords and them will be back soon, so don't mess around."
Gu Xingchuan glanced at the black lights upstairs, twirling Song Yi's clean and flawless earlobes as if he was playing with it. The touch was soft, "So let's hurry up."
His hands were cold and whizzing, and the ice Song Yi shivered, and glanced at Gu Xingchuan, guessing that he was covered with wormwood anyway, and he couldn't run today, so he just lay flat and enjoyed it.
Song Yi flicked the keychain from her pocket to open the door, and whispered, "You wait a while, I'll go in and see if the dog is well."
"I can't wait." Gu Xingchuan familiarly hugged his waist from behind, firmly pressed against Song Yi, breathing heavily, "Don't go to your house, go to my car."
Song Yi thought that she must be so passionate. He looked back, and under the white street lamp, Gu Xingchuan's eyelashes were light and black, and his slender eyes were sharp and cold, unexpectedly beautiful, which made Song Yi feel soft. It is indeed time to feed my own puppy.
He patted the tightly bound arm around his waist, Gu Xingchuan loosened slightly, Song Yi adjusted his breathing, nodded, and let out a soft "um".
Gu Xingchuan grabbed his wrist, opened the door of the rear seat, and pressed it up neatly. Although the rear seat of the luxury car is spacious, it is still cramped to accommodate two men with a size of a meter.
Song Yi lay on her back on the leather seat, her long legs bent, unable to fully stretch out, the slight lemon scent in the air flowing, "You changed the fragrance"
Gu Xingchuan couldn't speak, and arched Song Yi's black velvet coat with his forehead. There was a layer of sweater underneath that was in the way. He hurriedly pulled the side of the sweater and lifted his hands up, Song Yi stretched out his arms and smiled calmly. , "Don't worry, I don't need to go home tonight."
Gu Xingchuan looked at him from the bottom up, his eyes glowing green, like a hungry wolf, "You said, not going home tonight."
Song Yi made him feel flustered, and lightly tapped his chin, "I will be with you tonight."
Gu Xingchuan snapped his mouth at him, smiled viciously, and said ambiguously: "Don't cry for a while and beg me to let you go."
Song Yi's ears were hot, and her heart was pounding. He pursed his lips, reached out and patted his cold cheek, "I speak my words, I won't regret it."
An hour later, he began to regret that he was so full of words and did not leave himself a way out. Gu Xingchuan fired fully and tirelessly. The fine sweat on his cheeks dripped into Song Yi's neck along the sharp jaw line, indescribably moving. Soul.
Song Yi's nose hurts as the frame of the spectacles rises and falls. He simply took off his spectacles and held them in his hand, slightly opened his mouth to adjust his breathing, but inhaled Gu Xingchuan's pheromone.
Above the head is a glass skylight, the bright starry sky is clear and bright, and the silver-white moon is clear.
Suddenly, Gu Xingchuan was motionless, his nose gently rubbed against Song Yi's neck, breathing heavily, and said lazily: "Take a break, today I rehearsed the opening dance of the concert for seven hours, and now I am boring."
Song Yi was not used to this feeling of fullness, her back was stiff, and she bit her lip, "Then you go down."
"I don't, I haven't finished it yet." Gu Xingchuan raised his head, looking at him greedyly, "I'm so happy to hear you say you like me."
So you came to clean up me, Song Yi snorted inwardly, without glasses, vaguely saw the outline of Gu Xingchuan, only squinted, and said calmly: "Next time you go out in the middle of the night to wear thicker."
As soon as the voice fell, a humming of the engine of a car rang, and Shen Siye and his party came back magnificently.
Song Yi was startled, holding his breath, Shen Siye asked strangely: "Why did Xiaoyi's car stop at the door?"
Uncle Liu replied vaguely, Shen Siye was quiet for a few seconds, heavy footsteps sounded, and walked step by step, stopping in front of Gu Xingchuan’s car window, which was covered with a privacy film. Seen from the outside, it was dark.
"Whose car is this"
Shen Siye's stern voice seemed to be on his ears, and Song Yi's heart beats up and down, his muscles tense all over, and the first time he carried his elders to do such things.
He was frightened. Gu Xingchuan made him feel unbearable. He leaned to his ears, his voice hoarse, "Relax."
There are a few cars in every household in the community. It's normal if you don't know your master. Fourth Master Shen didn't ask, turned around and led a group of people to the house.
Song Yi's hanging heart finally fell in his stomach, regretting the fire at his door, so Gu Xingchuan should be asked to drive the car farther, if someone hits him, he will have the heart to die.
Gu Xingchuan eased his anger and looked at him with interest. Song Yi usually has hair spray-fixed and scattered on his face, and all of them collapsed on his face. Without glasses, those beautiful eyes were lost and out of focus. , Looks very fragile, and itchy people.
"You are so scared" Gu Xingchuan asked.
Song Yi wanted face, pretending that it didn't matter, "It's okay, I'm afraid you will be embarrassed."
Gu Xingchuan snorted, squeezed his cheek, lowered his head, and touched Song Yi's distinct eyelashes, "Your eyelashes are really long."
As he said, a kiss fell on Song Yi's nose like a raindrop, "Your nose is really pretty."
"Your lips are so soft." He squeezed Song Yi's cheeks and kissed deeply.
Song Yi wanted to bite him, remembering that he said that at the concert, Gu Xingchuan couldn't let Gu Xingchuan sing with his tongue loudly. He endured it and was forced to accept this domineering kiss.
When they were separated, Song Yi took a big breath, without a beat, and said angrily: "I used to say that you were a rascal, so I really blamed you."
"Yeah" Gu Xingchuan reluctantly touched his flushed cheeks.
Song Yi gritted her teeth and said, "You are a licentious, demon."
Gu Xingchuan smiled low, and Xiao Motor started to move, panting badly in Song Yi's ear, "Whoever asks you to provoke me, I will rely on you."
Song Yi didn't know what to say about him. He hadn't beaten Gu Xingchuan when he talked about thick-skinned things for so many years.
Early the next morning, Song Yi returned to Shen's house from the hotel, and Shen Du went to the company. Uncle Liu accompanied Shen Siye to drink morning tea.
The table is full of Cantonese-style breakfasts, steaming small cages, delicious and delicious, which makes one's index finger open.
Song Yi opened the door, greeted him, and walked upstairs with his head covered. He couldn't open his eyes because of sleepless night.
Shen Siye glanced at him, and asked him where he went last night. He beckoned, "Xiaoyi, come and taste the claypot porridge, and eat some breakfast."
Song Yi rubbed her face, walked over, and squeezed a smile, "Four Lord, no, I have already had breakfast."
Fourth Master Shen poured a cup of tea, looked at him weirdly, and pointed to the position of his neck, "What's wrong with you?"
Song Yi reached out and touched it, and she knew what was going on. Gu Xingchuan put her seal on her and said calmly, "It's nothing, it's stung by something."
Shen Siye didn’t doubt that he had him. At this age, he wouldn’t think about it, beckoning, Uncle Liu brought a document and handed it to Song Yi,
The time is set, you go to the seminary in the lighthouse country in half a month. Start preparing!"
Song Yi took the document and turned a few pages. She was very happy. She values ​​her love career as much. She finds an opportunity to share the good news with Gu Xingchuan. As for Shen Siye’s not meeting...
Song Yi couldn't even control her own heart, and of course she couldn't control Young Master Gu's legs.
Song Yi used to travel abroad for short-term trips without having to bring too many things, but there were a lot of things to go to the seminar, and the various procedures were messy. Although there was Fourth Master Shen around and he didn't need to do it himself, he was still busy.
So much so that the "Family Defense" program team called Song Yi to come to the scene to deal with family disputes, and he remembered Zhao Hongyan's experience.
Song Yi simply rejected the invitation of the program group, and would not waste time on the show and confronting Zhao Hongyan, fighting for the right or wrong to win or lose is meaningless.
He sent a copy of the telephone recording to the producer of the show as his own reply.
The producer was pleasantly surprised. "Family Defense" is a very local show, which is full of people's love and hatred. For the first time, an artist's family is on the stage, and the ratings can't be mentioned.
What's more, Song Yi has recently gained fame and is very popular, and the selling point advertisement of this issue has made a profit.
The producer will also come. A few days before the broadcast of "Family Defense", a trailer was broadcast on all major platforms. Zhao Hongyan was crying with a broken heart, and the title was "The mother of a popular artist surnamed s accuses her adopted son of being too unkind and gracious. Still nurturing grace"
It's really gimmicky.
This kind of life-giving relationship topic has caused turmoil in recent years. It has caught up with a popular celebrity. It has not been broadcast yet, and it has caused intense discussion on Weibo.
Most people think that nurturing is greater than giving birth. After all, giving birth is a ten-month matter, and raising a child is a meticulous nurturing for ten or twenty years.
The artist surnamed s guessed and guessed on Weibo. Many people have guessed Song Yi. Recently, he has been greedy and greeted as a white-eyed wolf, regardless of his mother.
Wait until the weekend when the full version of the program is broadcast, everyone will watch the live broadcast of the marketing account on Weibo, just like watching the jokes.
Song Yi sat in front of the computer, holding a coffee cup, and looking at the strange and familiar face on the screen, feeling complicated.
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