A. Bai Yueguang Said Nothing And Just Cried For The Substitute B. Chapter 67

Chapter 67 Guess who cooked the noodles

After getting permission, Guan Sui clicked to send the circle of friends that he had already edited.

【S】：Guess who cooked the noodles.

The picture is of hot egg noodles.

After sending, Guan Sui turned off the phone screen, picked up the chopsticks and ate the noodles seriously.

Neither of them spoke during the meal.

Wen Song was thinking a lot and blew the noodles to cool down. Thinking about this scene, he always felt like he had seen it somewhere before.

But he had never had dinner alone with Guan Sui, let alone at his home late at night.

After thinking about it, I think it may be an illusion.

Sometimes scenes that I have never experienced but have dreamed about seem particularly familiar.

However, Wen Song felt a little emotional, remembering that when he first met Guan Sui, Alpha, who was defined as “difficult to get along with” and “unwilling to mess with”, had thought of taking a detour when meeting him.

Unexpectedly————

Now they have progressed from a stranger relationship to a romantic relationship.

I didn’t want to offend Guan Sui, so I just provoked him all over.

Moreover, there seemed to be a slight gap between Guan Sui and Wen Song’s imagination. The other party was indeed venomous, but he restrained himself in front of him and did not say harsh words.

Compared with the Alpha with strong self-esteem like Zhao Mingzhuo, it is slightly different.

Is this the difference between dislike and like?

“Did you go to the hospital today?”

Alpha’s sudden question interrupted Wen Song’s thoughts.

“Yes.” He replied with his head down.

“I go to the hospital to talk to my grandma every day after get off work.”

Wen Song thought of what Song Lanxue said and added, “Grandma asked me about you today.”

Guan Sui paused as he drank the soup with a spoon: “What do you ask me?”

Wen Song answered truthfully: “I haven’t seen you for a long time and asked you what you have been busy with recently.”

Guan Sui drank the soup slowly: “I will go to the hospital to see grandma tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Wen Song learned from Song Lanxue that Guan Sui would go to the hospital every now and then, and the excuse every time was that he was passing by, “When do you plan to go?”

Guan Sui thought for a while and asked, “Do you want to go with me?”

In fact, the two of them had never appeared in front of Song Lanxue together, and there was almost no negotiation or invitation. They always acted separately. Before, it was mainly to avoid suspicion and because Guan Sui’s visit to his grandmother was a bit “unjustified”.

Now their relationship is different, but it can’t be too high-profile.

“Anything is fine,” Wen Song said.

Guan Sui curled her lips: “I’ll pick you up when you get off work.”

After eating the noodles, Wen Song put away the dishes and washed them. He also took the hair dryer from the bathroom drawer and handed it to Guan Sui, who was sitting on the sofa to rest.

“You blow dry your hair first,” he said, “I’m going to take a shower.”

Guan Sui took the hair dryer and raised his head, “Well, you go ahead.”

Wen Song went back to the room, picked up his pajamas, went to the bathroom and locked the door.

Guan Sui put the hair dryer next to him and carefully looked at the apartment that he had not had time to observe just now.

The area is small, with one bedroom and one living room. The living room is quite large and has a balcony.

The decoration is relatively simple but makes people feel warm.

Suddenly thinking of the Moments he posted not long ago, Guan Sui took out his phone, unlocked it, clicked on WeChat, and found several little red dots in his Moments.

[Duan Ze]:………. Showing affection will lead to death quickly.I’ve been crying you know?

[Fu Jingchuan]: Have we talked?With whom?

In addition to these two close friends, there are other friends who are speculating about who cooked the noodles.

As soon as this post was posted on Moments, even Wen Xu, who never liked or commented on him, said “6”.

Guan Sui didn’t see any familiar figure in the team.

I refreshed it again, and suddenly there was a little red dot.

It was Zhao Mingzhuo who liked it.

The depression of secretly competing in my heart was finally relieved. You know, not long ago, the other party shared the noodles made by Wen Song in the circle of friends.

Now that things are changing, it’s finally his turn!

Guan Sui stared at the posted Moments for several minutes. Finally, he was willing to turn off the screen of his phone and put it on the other side. He picked up the hair dryer and got up to look for the socket.

Not only did he win the game by posting on Moments, but tonight————

He will also sleep with Wen Song.

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Silver Lake Mansion.

Zhao Mingzhuo had just returned home from his official duties and was exhausted.

Managing a company is not as simple as imagined. The days of eating, drinking and having fun are gone forever. All day long, you need to face lifeless shareholders and a bunch of subordinates, deal with project points, and always be on guard and pay attention to the little tricks of the illegitimate son in the branch.

In addition, Director Zhao, the nominal father, will also put pressure on him.

If you are not careful, mistakes can easily occur.

Zhao Mingzhuo had been pretending not to be interested in company affairs for so many years and had sex with many Omegas. Now that he had caught the illegitimate child off guard, he was really in a good mood.

You get what you want, but the loneliness in your heart cannot be filled with anything.

He reached into his suit lining pocket and took out his wallet, opened it, and stared at the ID photo inside the transparent plastic case.

The heart is like still water.

Even a small ripple is not enough to stir up any emotion.

Zhao Mingzhuo threw his wallet on the other side of the sofa, closed his eyes, pressed his eyebrows, opened his eyes, took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Xu Shaoze.

Subconsciously, he opened Wen Song’s chat interface, and “Come to Yinhu Mansion” was typed in the send box.

Suddenly I remembered that their contract had ended early.

Zhao Mingzhuo deleted all the words he typed, loosened his tie with one hand, and clicked into Moments to browse.

Unexpectedly, the first one was Guan Suifa’s circle of friends.

The content is an ordinary bowl of egg noodles.