Song Chen turned his head to see Zhao Jindong. Zhao Jindong's face was really ugly.

He is not the kind of black face he is usually, he is heavy, probably embarrassing. He is a very sensitive and strong man.

It’s also a pity that he is so strong-willed, but he has such a mother. Mrs. Zhao said that Zheng Hong has made many men over the years, and no wonder Zhao Jindong is so polite and dislikes all the people who flirt with flowers and plants.

I don’t know how complicated his relationship with Zheng Hong was.

The two of them came home. Mrs. Zhao came down from the upper floor and looked at Song Chen first: "Is it okay?"

Song Chen shook his head and said, "It's nothing."

Mrs. Zhao actually saw it upstairs: "This time it was also our problem. The guard said she was going to come in. We thought that she hadn't been here for many years and it was difficult to close the door, so we let her in. If we had known that she was such a person, we wouldn't have let her enter the house no matter what."

Song Chen was meticulous. He felt that no matter how bad Zheng Hong was, Zhao Jindong, as her son, probably would not want to discuss her with Mrs. Zhao. He could neither speak for his biological mother nor could he agree with Mrs. Zhao. His identity position should be very awkward. He immediately pretended to be very ignorant and said, "Hey, don't mention her, I get angry when I mention her."

Mrs. Zhao looked at his face and said to Zhao Jindong: "If there is any difficulty in the future, tell my family and let me think of a solution together and don't bear it alone."

She probably had never seen a mother as good as Zheng Hong. She now felt a hundred and a thousand pity for Zhao Jindong. When she remembered her previous attitude towards Zhao Jindong, she felt even more guilty.

Zhao Jindong said "yes" and said nothing else. His heart wall cannot be broken in just one or two words.

Today's mood was like a roller coaster. Song Chen felt even more guilty when he thought that Zhao Jindong's tragic life experience was because of himself. After entering the door, he thought about how to comfort him. As a result, Zhao Jindong went to take a nap directly.

Before going to bed, he went to take a shower as usual, so Song Chen went to the study room. He was not in the mood to write in the study room, and lay on a chair to watch the scenery.

After reading it for about half an hour, Meng Shi sent a message, which was planning a copywriting. Song Chen didn't expect that he would be so formal.

"I said that I should do it well, so I must have a professional person together." Meng Shi said: "I asked my mother's agent, Aunt Fang. She has a good time in publicity. How about the industry insiders she has introduced? Don't you regret it if I leave it to me?"

Song Chen was worried that this was killing chickens with a ox knife. Meng Shi said: "You must be confident in your face and confident in me. You should quickly stare at your farmhouse and build it early. When the plum blossoms bloom, I guarantee that many tourists will come to see it."

Song Chen lay on the table and settled the calculations.

Menggu Village has no intention of building a paid scenic spot. Many people may visit the free things in the mountains and forests, but once the fees are charged, there may be very few people who will go there. It is enough to attract more people in City A to play there, so that his farm stay will be managed locally without losing money, and by the way, they can create some money-making opportunities for local people.

This was destined to be a loss-making deal. He did some calculations and felt that the money he invested in the early stage was still within his expectations.

If you have more money, you can withstand spending. After all, the base is large, and it feels like a drizzle of tens of thousands or tens of thousands of dollars. It is enough to build another hundred farmhouses with his money.

He was in a better mood, so he turned on the computer to continue writing his novels. "After Love Getting Old" officially entered the main chapter. He wrote the realistic high school campus essays with a good look. He personally prefers campus themes with age, fresh and down-to-earth, and an inexplicable sense of solidity. If it were a contemporary campus novel, it would not have this flavor.

This article has also officially entered the sweet stage. The sour smell of love makes him feel comfortable and forgets the tragedy that has been repeated.

He wrote for a long time. Later, he felt tired, so he stood up and stretched. Suddenly he thought of what Zhao Jindong saw in the morning.

There were so many things that happened today that he almost forgot about this embarrassing thing. If it weren't for Zheng Hong today, it would be a very pleasant day.

Song Chen came out of the study and arrived at the bedroom. He saw Zhao Jindong still lying on the bed, the curtains were also pulled, and the room was a little dark. He went to the toilet first, but when he came out, he saw that Zhao Jindong was awake and sat on the head of the bed.

"Did I disturb you?" He asked Zhao Jindong. Because of Zheng Hong's incident, his tone of speaking to Zhao Jindong was extremely gentle.

He still feels very sorry for Zhao Jindong's poor male lead.

"I didn't fall asleep at all." Zhao Jindong said: "Come here."

Song Chen opened the curtains first, and the room became much brighter. Then he arrived at the bedside and Zhao Jindong said, "Let me see your face."

Song Chen turned his head to show him. Zhao Jindong suddenly stretched out his hand, pinched his chin, and checked it. His fingers were warm. Compared with his white and tender face, his fingertips were rougher. Song Chen felt itchy, so he turned his head away. Who knew that Zhao Jindong stretched out his long arms and dragged him to the bed.

He pressed against Zhao Jindong through the quilt, turned around and looked up at Zhao Jindong: "What are you doing?"

Zhao Jindong said: "Lying together, talking."

Song Chen was a little excited, so he kicked off his shoes and climbed up. Zhao Jindong let go of him, and then lay down to the other side of the bed, took the pillow and leaned behind him.

After he sat down, the two of them were silent for a while, and the atmosphere was a little awkward. Song Chen turned his head and looked at Zhao Jindong: "Don't you want to talk?"

Zhao Jindong said: "When I was in the living room, did I criticize you?"

Song Chen said "ah", the atmosphere was tense at that time, and he really didn't pay attention: "Is there any?"

After thinking about it carefully, it seemed that when he said he had money to give it to Zheng Hong, Zhao Jindong mocked him in a stern tone, but he could understand it all, and he would understand it even more after knowing the truth.

"I didn't pay attention." He said, "What did you call me?"

Zhao Jindong didn't say anything, was silent for a while, and then said, "I don't remember it either, I just remembered that I seemed to have been quarrel with you. My mind was a little hot at that time, and it was best if you didn't remember it, it was not a good thing."

The voice was still low and cold, but the tone was a little weaker and slower than usual. It felt that Zheng Hong was still hurting him a lot. Song Chen said: "Have you given all your money to her? Are you out of money?"

Zhao Jindong turned his head and looked at him, saying, "I don't think much of it."

If he really reaches the point of being asked for something, Zheng Hong will not come to him again. The reason why Zheng Hong comes to him again is that he knows that he still has it in his hands.

"How did she get addicted to gambling?"

"Maybe it was someone else's bringing it." Perhaps because he was strong in front of Song Chen, Zhao Jindong did not tell the truth to Song Chen. He didn't want to continue talking about Zheng Hong, so he said, "Have you brought the sesame cakes you bought in?"

"I took it in. I asked for the key and I just took the sesame cake. Dad said it was delicious."

Zhao Jindong said "yes" and closed his eyes again.

He looked really tired today, probably because he was tired.

Song Chen didn't say anything anymore. He lay with his eyes open, put his hands on his chest, and his fingers knocked on his body one after another. In a quiet state, Zhao Jindong suddenly turned around, reached out with one hand, put it on his chest, leaned his forehead slightly forward, and pressed against his shoulder.

Unlike the very domineering movements in the past, it is more like snuggling up to him, like a child.

Song Chen was a little excited and lay there motionless.

Song Chen felt that it was worth it for him to get the slap.

It seems that it hit Zhao Jindong's heart.

This makes him happy than the intimacy that seduces him. He is a person who is more concerned about the love of souls than carnal desire. He and Zhao Jindong are one step closer. His shoulders are warm, and the touch of his clothes makes people's heart beat faster. Song Chen can't control himself. He suddenly turned over, hugged Zhao Jindong's head, and pressed him on his chest.

Let him take good care of the poor male protagonist and do his duty as the author of his own father!

Zhao Jindong was shocked, and then a hint of embarrassment appeared on his face. When he wanted to push him, Song Chen hugged him harder and grabbed Zhao Jindong's neck with his hands.

Don’t be shy, men are sometimes cute as kids.

Zhao Jindong pushed him away, his hair was messy, look at him.

Song Chen pursed his lips and looked down at Zhao Jindong.

Zhao Jindong coughed, lay up and said, "Do you want it?"

ha?!

I, Cao and Zhao Laoer, are so good at slandering people with blood! If he still feels lust at such a warm moment, then he is still a human being.

"What do you want?" Song Chen said: "I am comforting you."

"What's there to comfort?" Zhao Jindong said.

Song Chen immediately sat up and looked at Zhao Jindong with a frown. Zhao Jindong moved to his original position, with no waves on his face and looking out the window.

"It was still cloudy in the morning, but I didn't expect it to be so sunny now."

"When we go to have a meal, it's the sun." Song Chen said.

He said this and suddenly fell over and approached Zhao Jindong to see. Zhao Jindong felt a little uncomfortable on his face and frowned: "What are you doing?"

Finally it was his turn to ask him what he was going to do.

Song Chen said: "Are you embarrassed?"

Zhao Jindong frowned even more, his face drooped: "What's wrong with me?"

Song Chen suddenly reached out to touch Zhao Jindong's face: "Your face is so hot."

Zhao Jindong lifted the quilt and pressed him directly under him. Song Chen's head hit the head of the bed. Zhao Jindong covered it with his hands, pressing Song Chen and said, "Is it slutty again?"

ha?

My Master Qingtian, how can he be so irritated!

Song Chen struggled: "I don't have any waves, I swear I won't be with you anymore."

Zhao Jindong was stunned for a moment, then left him a little, and asked, "Why?"

Song Chen was a little embarrassed, and was a little excited when he was pressed. In short, the feeling was complicated and he said, "You are not always scolding me for being ashamed."

Zhao Jindong didn't say anything.
Chapter completed!