SEC Chapter 15 You, You Don't Come Tomorrow!
Chapter 15 You, You Don't Come Tomorrow!
Looking at Song Tang, who seemed to have a cold attitude, but was actually too shy, Fang Hening was in a very good mood, and said cooperatively: "Don't worry, this is a secret that only you and I know, how dare I tell others."
Song Tang's eyes trembled, he felt something wrong with what he said, and couldn't tell what was wrong, so he said, "That's good."
After finishing speaking, he added another sentence, "You better forget it quickly, and you are not allowed to enter again, no matter what the situation is."
"But what if you can't forget?"
"Ok?"
Facing Song Tang's poking gaze, Fang Hening smiled and said, "It's nothing to be a plush fan, it's a cute hobby, and it won't affect your image in my heart at all."
Plush fan... so cute, cute, cute? !
Song Tang's face then cracked a few cracks.
Fucking meow won't affect his image!The sea of influence has gone! !From the pajamas last time to knowing what was hidden in his room this time, does he still have an image in Fang Hening's heart?
The emotions that had been accumulating since he opened his eyes in the morning made him finally unable to bear it any longer. He walked to the opposite side and pulled Fang Hening up until the door was pushed out. They were all shaking, "You...you don't come tomorrow!"
After speaking, he directly closed the door, shutting out the person who disturbed his mood.
He leaned against the wall at the entrance, and it took him half a day to manage to stabilize his mind.
It's over, it's over, it's over!
From now on, he can't stand his airs in front of Fang Hening. When he thinks that he likes fluffy, no one can stop thinking about him. This hobby doesn't fit his identity!
Fang Hening said he was cute, but he wasn't sure how to make fun of him!
Obviously he is the stronger and more dominant one of the two, so how come Fang Hening, who is confused now, knows his little secret?
However, when he turned back to the living room, he saw the gift box on the low table that he hadn't noticed just now.
After hesitating for a while, he pursed his lips, opened the gift box, and inside was a tie of exquisite workmanship, and then swept the dining table, seeing Fang Hening's uneaten breakfast, with complicated emotions.
Then his eyes fell on the flower arrangement on the dining table. After staring at it for a few minutes, the turbulent emotions finally calmed down. He sighed and compromised.
He packed up his things and walked back to open the door, but sure enough, no one left.
Song Tang didn't meet Fang Hening's eyes, and his voice was a bit cold, "Go to eat, don't come today, see you the day after tomorrow."
After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for Fang Hening's answer, he turned sideways and passed by, and entered the elevator without looking back.
to blame?He had nothing to blame Fang Hening, he was just embarrassed and didn't know how to deal with it.
The plush in the first bedroom is a secret that he hides and no one wants to tell. It was so sudden that he couldn't accept it for a while.
But that wasn't what bothered him the most.
As the elevator went down, Song Tang looked at his own figure on the wall of the car, with a bit of worry in his eyes. He was not wary of Fang Hening, and even had a vague sense of intimacy.
This is very dangerous.
But he can't stop his dependence on Fang Hening at all, just like his dependence on Rongrong before time travel has gradually become a necessity for his life. If one day he loses it, he will still have the courage to find Fang Hening's replacement at that time ?
It's hard for him to say, it's all unknown.
Thinking of the white roses on the dining table, he breathed a sigh of relief. Since some things are out of control, let's just focus on the present.
Standing at the door, Fang Hening couldn't help laughing at Song Tang who was almost fleeing.
He didn't resist being pushed out of the apartment. The greater Song Tang's reaction, the more he had touched something that no one else had touched, and he didn't mind waiting for a while until Song Tang calmed down.
It turns out he was right.
Back at the dining table, Fang Hening looked at the passive gift box, his eyes that were not warm were soft.
Song Tang is very sensitive to other people's kindness, and always thinks about how to give back when he gets it, but President Song, who has a clear and pure heart, probably doesn't know that he has already gained a lot from this relationship.
But he wanted more, more, - all!
Song Tang went to the company for half a day, and diverted his attention away from work, but on the way home, he couldn't help but think about the things from last night to this morning.
He stood in a daze at the door of the apartment when Qiao Yang's voice came from behind him. He turned his head and saw that the other party was walking over with takeaway.
Qiao Yang took off the earphones and hung them around his neck, and said with a smile: "I came back late today, I just thought about coming up to have a look, if you haven't come back, just ask, wait a moment, I have something for you, Fang Yingdi afternoon Someone sent it, please pass it on to me.”
Song Tang was a little puzzled, Fang Hening sent someone to send it?Didn't the birthday present just come?
Qiao Yang took out a gift box with a height of one meter and a length and width of more than 20 centimeters, and handed it to Song Tang, "It's quite light, here, here you are."
Song Tang took it, and it was really light.
He really couldn't guess what was inside for a while, and he couldn't continue to be in a daze in the corridor after thanking him. After entering the door, he calmed down and went in. iron post.
The person he likes is really super sensible!
He put the gift box on the dining table, hesitated a bit, not knowing what Fang Hening was doing, when the phone vibrated, and he saw that it was the person who gave the gift.
He hung up the wechat voice call and sent a question mark, but he didn't get a text reply, and the other party sent a call request, he hung up again, Fang Hening still didn't reply, it was still on the phone.
Song Tang stood by the dining table, frowning.
In the past, if he received a call in human relations outside of work, he would not hang up. Instead, he would pretend that he hadn’t heard or seen it, and would hang up automatically when there was no answer, and then reply to the message after 2 minutes. Avoid direct phone conversations with people.
If he can communicate by text, he will never choose voice, and video is even more impossible.
But now facing Fang Hening, he subconsciously didn't want to do this.
After hanging up and redialing several times, he can see that the other party is not giving up today.
He directly put the mobile phone on the table, waiting for the voice call to hang up automatically, but Fang Hening never gave up.
After a stalemate for more than ten minutes, he slowly pressed the connect button, and then pressed the speakerphone, "What are you doing, is it interesting? Childish, can't you talk while typing?"
"If I'm a naive ghost, then what are you who deliberately didn't answer my call?"
Hearing Fang Hening's chuckle before he spoke, Song Tang pursed his lips, wondering how it could sound so nice through the phone.
He lowered his eyes, stared at the gift box, and admitted that he was a bit naive even if he didn't answer the voice call. The stalemate just now seemed like... small chickens pecking at each other.