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Chapter 9 Do you want to vent again?

Back in the hotel room, Song Qingyao went straight into the bathroom to take a shower.While squeezing out the mojito freesia-flavored body wash, he remembered the mojito that Lin He made in the afternoon and the sentence he said about sending flowers just now.

Dear senior?

Why does this sound so awkward.

But looking at Lin He's expression at that time, he only thought that this guy was childish and used to joking.In fact, aside from these things, getting along with Lin He is quite relaxing.And it is indeed more interesting for two people to go shopping than one person, and there are more choices for eating.

Fingers stained with body wash ran across the base of his legs, and his eyes stopped at the red mark that had faded a bit.

He couldn't remember the details of that night, but judging from the dense hickey marks, Lin He should be very wild on the bed.

It's just that being so wild didn't really hurt him, which surprised him.

Swiping away the untimely thoughts in his mind, Song Qingyao turned up the temperature of the water, washed his body clean and sat in the bathtub.While he was relaxing in the bath, the phone on the sink rang.

He was too lazy to move, but the bell rang again not long after the disconnection, worried that there was something urgent, so he had to get up to get it, and saw that the caller ID was his mother.

"Mom." He picked it up, and Ye He asked with a smile, "Have you had dinner yet?"

"Have eaten, how about you?" Song Qingyao stepped back into the bathtub, and the warm water wrapped him up again. He leaned against the edge of the bathtub, and just as he was about to relax, he heard Ye He say, "I'm with Tingwei Eat outside."

Song Qingyao frowned: "Yang Tingwei?"

"Otherwise, who else could it be?" Ye He asked back, "You, you and Ting Wei haven't had any trouble together for two years, how could you leave him and go on a trip by yourself this time because of a misunderstanding?"

Song Qingyao hadn't had a chance to talk about breaking up with Yang Tingwei yet, but he never thought that Yang Tingwei didn't take his words seriously and went to find his mother?

"Mom, listen to me." Song Qingyao sat up straight and wanted to explain but was interrupted by Ye He: "Xiaoyao, Tingwei is opposite me. He really knew he was wrong, and I think he regretted it too It looks like I didn't eat much for dinner."

After a moment of silence, Song Qingyao said, "Give him the phone."

There was a slight movement over there, and then he heard Yang Tingwei's voice: "Qingyao, I really know I was wrong, please forgive me this time, I promise I won't get drunk outside in the future."

"Yang Tingwei," Song Qingyao lowered his voice, "I thought you were an adult and knew how to take responsibility for your own actions. What are you doing like this? Involving my mother, you still think that what you have done is not embarrassing enough, right? "

Raising his eyelids to look at the person opposite, Yang Tingwei compared the phone with his fingers, Ye He nodded to him, and he got up and walked away a few steps to the corridor to talk.

Without Ye He present, Yang Tingwei no longer hesitated when speaking: "I didn't want to bring your mother into it, besides, I just kissed a girl after drinking too much and you blacked me out and even broke up with me unilaterally." , do you think I can accept it?"

"We've been together for so long, no matter what the problem is, can't we sit down and talk calmly? I made a mistake and you're going to sentence me to death?"

Song Qingyao said coldly: "Just once?"

Dumbfounded by his question, Yang Tingwei knew he was in the wrong, avoided the question and continued to explain: "I know this kind of thing is hard to accept, so I didn't chase you, I will give you time to calm down, and we will talk again when you come back to relax." talk."

Yang Tingwei's attitude was very insistent, Song Qingyao didn't want to talk to him any longer, but he also knew that it would be difficult for him to be kind if he didn't want to.Especially since he is not in Xiamen now, he doesn't know what else Yang Tingwei will say to Ye He. Ye He is not in good health recently, and he doesn't want Ye He to be angry or worried because of this kind of thing.

"Okay," Song Qingyao took a step back, "I'll talk to you when I go back, but you must promise me now that you won't bother my mother anymore."

Hearing that he let go, Yang Tingwei also relaxed, and his tone was much more relaxed than before: "Don't worry, I know that she is not in good health, so I won't irritate her."

After pressing the hang-up button, Song Qingyao put his right hand on the edge of the bathtub, and as soon as he let go of his fingers, the phone fell on the water-proof pad.He closed his eyes, his chest heaved obviously because of anger, and then he simply took a deep breath and sank into the bathtub.

After wiping off the drops of water from his hair, Lin He stepped out of the bathroom, picked up the cigarette and lighter on the coffee table, and opened the French door of the balcony.

His room is not in the same direction as Song Qingyao's room, and the angle of the sea view he can see is also different.When he went to the front desk to book a room yesterday, the staff recommended him a room with a better sea view, but he didn't want it, and only chose the vacant room closest to Song Qingyao.

Bite on the cigarette butt, Lin He flicked off the lighter cover, slid his fingertips across the roller, and a cluster of blue flames lit up the night in front of him.He squinted, took a few puffs before closing the metal lid, and turned to look at the bed in the middle of the room.

When he decided to come to Qingdao, he never expected to meet Song Qingyao.At that time, he just wanted to come back and see what this hometown, which he hadn't set foot since the age of six, looked like now.

Before leaving, no one knew that he would go to Qingdao. Even his father didn’t know that he was not in Xiamen anymore. Last night, he sent a WeChat message to ask him how his two days were going and whether he was free for dinner.

Thinking of Lin Haicang's tentative yet cautious tone when talking to him, Lin He felt it was funny.

For so many years, Lin Haicang has failed to fulfill his duty as a father, and now he wants to make up for it.

Shaking a piece of cigarette ash into the ashtray next to him, Lin He stared at the white pillow on the bed, and the image of Song Qingyao lying on the pillow, panting, and bearing himself uncontrollably appeared in front of his eyes.

In fact, he never thought that he could have a relationship with Song Qingyao so soon, so to put it bluntly, he was quite happy that Yang Tingwei was caught cheating and gave way to himself.

Exhaling the nicotine in his nasal cavity, Lin He lazily raised his head, leaned his back on the guardrail and looked at the night sky.

The air in Qingdao is not bad, but for him who is used to seeing the stars, this kind of night is too monotonous and dull, which is boring.

I don't know what Song Qingyao is doing now, it's only after nine o'clock, so he probably won't go to bed so early.

After stubbing out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, Lin He returned to the room, put on a T-shirt and sweatpants, and knocked on Song Qingyao's door with his mobile phone.

"Senior, it's me." He knocked on the door a few times, and called out when he didn't hear a response. After waiting for a while, the door was opened.

The person by the door was wearing a dark green silk nightgown, with a section of fair skin exposed in the middle of his chest.His eyes were a little dull, he looked straight at Lin He after opening the door, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Lin He looked at his flushed cheeks and asked, "Have you been drinking?"

Song Qingyao didn't answer, but leaned his head against the door: "I just drank a little, and I'm going to sleep."

Lin He asked, "Why are you drinking again?"

Not wanting to bring up troubles, Song Qingyao stood up straight and wanted to close the door, but Lin He reached out to block it in time: "Senior, I'm here to talk to you about how to get to Laoshan tomorrow, you let me in first."

"I'm not going," Song Qingyao said with a frown, "Go by yourself."

"Well, why don't you go?" Lin He argued with him, and seeing that he refused to answer himself, he said the last part of the sentence, "Is Yang Tingwei bothering you again?"

As soon as the words fell, Song Qingyao stopped his movements.Lin He took the opportunity to squeeze in, closed the door behind his back, and looked at him who was leaning against the wall: "Tell me if you are unhappy, you can treat me like a trash can."

Song Qingyao turned his face away and looked at the TV cabinet next to him.A strand of bangs blocked his eyes, Lin He couldn't see his expression clearly, but he didn't make any progress, just kept the current distance and waited for his answer.

After a moment of stalemate, Song Qingyao grabbed a handful of bangs, stood up straight and walked towards the sofa.Lin He's gaze followed him, and he saw a half-drunk bottle of red wine on the coffee table, and there was no wine glass next to it. It seemed that Song Qingyao was drinking from the bottle.

Following him back to the sofa, Lin He sat on the single sofa next door, allowing him to lean on and relax.Song Qingyao wore a pair of inappropriate sweatpants under his bathrobe, which seemed to be specially worn before opening the door just now.

"Senior." Lin He called out, but Song Qingyao ignored him and took a few sips from the wine bottle.Lin He didn't stop him either, and waited for Song Qingyao to put it down before saying, "If you don't want to tell me, I won't ask. If you don't want to go tomorrow, you can take a good rest in the room, and I won't go either."

Song Qingyao put his right arm on the back of the sofa to support his head, and looked over lazily after hearing the words: "Why don't you go?"

Lin He put his mobile phone on the tea table, said "It's boring if you're not here", got up and walked to the small refrigerator, took two cans of Tsingtao beer from it, opened it and downed a bottle, then took the second bottle back Sit down on the sofa and lean back to look at the ceiling.

Song Qingyao looked at him and didn't know what he was trying to do, but compared to drinking alone just now, after Lin He came to interrupt him, he felt less uncomfortable.

After taking a sip of the red wine, Song Qingyao put the bottle on the tea table and said to Lin He, "Go if you really want to. What time will it be tomorrow?"

Lin He raised his head: "Are you willing to go?"

Burying his face between his arms, Song Qingyao's voice was a bit muffled: "Yes."

His two arms were folded on the top of the back of the sofa, this posture blocked his chest, Lin He's gaze followed the belt knot at his waist and slowly moved to his ankles, looking at the pair of clothes that were too big for a man. White and smooth feet, swallowed saliva involuntarily.

The memory of the night before yesterday came out again, Lin He remembered the feeling of grabbing his ankle and attacking him, and even kissed the back of his foot.

Song Qingyao's toes are round and full, making people want to bite them just looking at them. In fact, Lin He wanted to bite his toes at the time, but he curled up his toes tightly because he was too comfortable, so Lin He could only kiss his instep.

Try biting his toes the next time you do it and see how he reacts.

This idea took root in his mind, Lin He opened the second bottle of beer and drank most of it in one go.When he put down the wine bottle, the person on the sofa next to him moved, his long legs slid to the ground, he looked up at the clock on the wall, and said to him, "Go back, I'm going to sleep."

Song Qingyao supported the tea table and stood up, shaking his body slightly before he stood still.Lin He stared at his back, saw that he walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, stopped when he was about to lift the quilt, and turned to look at himself.

The Adam's apple slid down impatiently, Lin He supported his knees with his elbows, and his eyes looked dim under the not-so-clear indoor light.Song Qingyao didn't think about what he was looking at, but reminded again: "Are you still leaving?"

Putting the beer can on the coffee table, Lin He got up and walked to the bed, bent down, put his hands on the sides of Song Qingyao's thighs, and looked at him at a very close distance.

"Senior," Lin He's voice was hoarse, and he held Song Qingyao's left hand on his lap with his right hand, "Do you want to vent again?"

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