All the way back to Ye Zi's studio, Song Heng was a little panicked.

Song An had a black face all the way, no matter how Song Heng apologized, it was useless.

Will she beat me to death?

Such a question suddenly popped up in Song Heng's mind.

Thinking about it, Song Heng couldn't help but shudder.

"An An, goodbye!" Wang Xue's three girls smiled and beckoned to Song An, said goodbye.

Through talking, they also knew that Song An and Song Heng were in the same session, Song An was three months older than Song Heng, and Wang Xue and the three of them were older than Song An, so they affectionately called Song An An.

"Well, goodbye. Song An smiled and nodded, then turned his head to look at Song Heng, the smile on his face instantly converged, he glanced at him coldly, and whispered to Song Heng with a sinking face: "Go home and wait for death, hit the street!"

After that, Song An stepped on the accelerator and drove his car all the way away.

Fortunately, Song Heng still has to go to work in the afternoon, otherwise he may suffer now.

Watching Song An slowly walk away, Song Heng stood in place for a long time, just sighed and went upstairs silently.

The other four looked at Song Heng and thought that their sister and brother had a good relationship, and Song Heng saw Song An leave.

In the afternoon, Liu Zhi continued to supervise them to practice their basic skills, and when it was time, they left work on time.

After work, Song Heng found Zhang Fatzi, he was in the second group, and Li Yan, who interviewed Song Heng, was also in the second group.

"Brother Heng, it's comfortable, it's a mixed three. Zhang Fatzi said with a smile.

Hearing this, Song Heng smiled, "Aren't they all the same." ”

If someone else says this, it may be a little sarcastic.

But if Zhang Fatzi said, Song Heng could be sure that he was really envious.

The two are college roommates, and they still know each other a little, Zhang Fatzi is good, but he is too salty.

"Alas, you are free in the three groups, where is it like me, that Li Yan is like a tigress, keeping us busy every day. Zhang Fatzi sighed slightly and said.

As he spoke, Fat Zhang glanced at Song Heng enviously.

This is really a blessing in the midst of not knowing the blessing.

"Don't talk about that, fatty, I'll stay with you for one night today. Song Heng looked at Zhang Fatzi and said with a serious expression.

"Don't make trouble, I have a small place there, you don't live at home, why are you going to my house?" Zhang Fatzi looked at Song Heng helplessly.

"Don't ask, ask if I have a bloody disaster today. Song Heng said with a solemn expression: "Good brother, save me!"

Hearing what Song Heng said was so serious, Zhang Fatzi couldn't help but shrink his neck, and asked with some worry: "Good brother, have you provoked some big brother?"

"No, it's not. Song Heng shook his head.

"Are you ......?"

"Don't ask, as long as I get out of the way tonight, I'll be safe. ”

Song Heng interrupted Zhang Fatzi's words, his face full of seriousness.

As long as it is past today, Song An's anger should be almost gone.

"Okay. Zhang Fatzi nodded, and then left the studio with Song Heng, ready to go home.

The two went downstairs, talking and laughing, and the atmosphere gradually lightened.

"Wait!" Zhang Fat looked at a Ferrari parked outside the door, frowning slightly, the girl in this car looks so familiar!

"Song Heng, it's your sister!" Zhang Fatzi looked at it for a while, recognized it, and then remembered that Song Heng went to his house to take refuge, and seemed to understand something.

"You kid won't provoke your sister again, right?" Zhang Fatzi looked at Song Heng and couldn't help asking.

When he was in college, Song Heng was at Zhejiang University, Song An was at Jianghai University of Finance, and every time Song Heng died, Song An would go over to clean him up no matter how far away.

So much so that Song Heng's friends in college all met Song An.

Over time, everyone gets used to it.

But I'm still curious, why every time Song Heng is beaten, he dares to die?

Why hasn't Song Heng been killed yet?

This is what Song Heng's friends are most curious about.

Seeing Song An blocking the door downstairs in the studio today, Zhang Fatzi knew that this good brother had not changed at all!

"Good brother!" Song Heng held Zhang Fatzi's hand and looked at him sincerely.

"No, I can't help you. Zhang Fatzi shook his head and hurriedly excused himself.

"A meal. Song Heng looked at Zhang Fatzi and said with some pain.

"It's still pretending, one meal, three meals!" Zhang Fat pouted and said.

"Deal!" Song Heng showed a smile on the corner of his mouth and decisively agreed.

Seeing that Song Heng agreed so readily, Zhang Fatzi couldn't help but shake his head, slowly walked out of the building, and muttered, "It's sloppy!"

And Song An, who was blocking people outside, saw Zhang Fatzi, hurriedly got out of the car, went up to block Zhang Fatzi directly, and asked in a deep voice: "Zhang Fatzi, where is Song Heng?"

"Ah, that, he. Zhang Fat Man scratched his head, his eyes grunted, and said, "He slipped away early." ”

Hearing this, Song An's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at Zhang Fatzi, and he didn't dare to look up.

"Dare to lie to me? Such a lie is still alive, and he doesn't take me seriously at all!" Song An snorted coldly and said.

"I ......" Zhang Fatzi looked at Song An, a little nervous in his heart.

It may be that he watched Song An fight Song Heng a lot, and he was a little afraid when he saw Song An subconsciously.

"Do you want to say it?" Song An looked at Zhang Fatzi, his eyes flashing with fierce light.

"Song Heng, he's my college roommate, good brother!" said Zhang Fatzi with a look of determination on his face.

"Then you won't say it?"

"No, I mean, gotta add money. ”

"Huh?"

He ...... He's hiding inside, Sister An, I'll go home first. ”

Looking at Song An's gradually fierce eyes, Zhang Fatzi hurriedly confessed and quickly slipped away.

After mourning for Song Heng for three seconds in his heart, Zhang Fatzi felt less guilty.

A sneer appeared on Song An's face, and then slowly walked into the building.

Song Heng, who was waiting for Zhang Fat to break Song An's branch, was sitting on a chair on the first floor looking at his mobile phone, today was another day when there were many league leaders rewarding, and Song Heng showed a happy smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Look at it, laughing so happily. ”

A familiar voice came into his ears, Song Heng stiffened, slowly raised his head, and looked at Song An in front of him, with an ugly smile on his face.

"Let's go, go back to the apartment, I'll move everything to the apartment for you, and make it clear to my parents, you will live with me in the future." Song An had a smile on his face, and there was a faint murderous aura in his smile!

With that, Song An pulled Song Heng out of the building, then got into the car and drove towards the apartment that Song An rented.

On the way, neither of them spoke and remained silent.

Song Heng knew what he needed to face later, and his face couldn't help showing a trace of bitterness.

"Sister, I said I was teasing you at noon, do you believe it?"

"Huh. The corners of Song An's mouth turned up, revealing a sneer, "Teasing me?" Do you want to share a room with others, or do you want to tease me?"

"Sister, I didn't say this, "Kikujiro's Summer" was written for you, 100% for you. Song Heng patted his chest and said reassuringly.

"What about the shared house?" Song An's expression softened slightly.

"That's true. ”