"Do what?"

Song Qingzhi didn't turn his head, still with a cold expression, but only he knew that when the young man's finger was on his back, the tip of his heart was trembling.

Su Meng saw that he didn't look back, and stubbornly continued to poke, "You turn around! Something, really!" He seemed to hear some fluctuations in the breathing of the person in front of him, and waited for a while before the person turned around.

Song Qingzhi looked at him and asked lightly, "What's the matter?"

"Oh, you're really!" Su Meng laughed helplessly, "Are you conscious? You are now my life-saving benefactor! You should walk sideways in front of me, let me buy water and copy homework or something! Look at you, alas!" Su Meng sighed exaggeratedly, but Song Qingzhi frowned, feeling that he couldn't even look at his pretended sigh.

"What the hell is going on?"

Su Meng heard that Song Qingzhi had a hint of eagerness in his voice, so he immediately laughed flatteringly, "Come to my house on the weekend, no, let's eat at Chengzi's house! That is, my family, in fact, I still have my godmother, I must thank you well! Yes, my godfather is also back, and he brought you a good brush." Speaking of this, Su Meng scratched her neck and seemed a little shy, "I don't know if you like it or not, but I always feel a little ancient when I look at you." ”

Song Qingzhi felt complicated in his heart, and only nodded when Su Meng was almost uncomfortable.

"You're coming, right?" asked Su Meng with a smile of surprise, her eyes shining. Song Qingzhi looked straight at him, as if he was not asking about such a trivial matter as inviting someone to his house. The bright anticipation in his eyes made him dazed for a moment, as if he had made some promises, and this man was waiting for him to come to the appointment.

"Song Qingzhi?" Seeing that he didn't respond, Su Meng approached Song Qingzhi suspiciously and shook his hand in front of his face.

Song Qingzhi's thoughts were pulled back suddenly, and he looked at the man again and nodded, "I will go," and then paused to add, "Also, I also like brushes." ”

"Hee-hee, that's good," Su Meng laughed smugly and bumped Wang Zhuocheng with her elbow, "I guessed right?"

Wang Zhuocheng rolled his eyes in disgust, "What's the matter, people can still say they don't like it in front of you!"

Su Meng didn't think so, and looked at Song Qingzhi obliquely, "I don't know what about the others, but I think Song Qingzhi must not lie even if he doesn't speak." ”

"Yo?" Wang Zhuocheng glanced at Song Qingzhi, and then looked at Su Meng, "I don't know, I think you've known each other for a long time! ”

Su Meng became more and more energetic the more she spoke, squinting her eyes and pretending to be profound, "Whether you understand or not has nothing to do with the length of time you have known each other. ”

The two of them continued to argue, and no one noticed when Song Qingzhi's body stiffened for a moment and then turned back silently.

Song Qingzhi accompanied Su Meng to live in his new home for two days, almost never leaving, and he was very happy. Su Meng knew that his younger brother was younger than him, but he was more mature, and he would laugh almost only in front of him.

On the third day of living, the doorbell rang, and Su Meng didn't think much about jumping open the door.

"Dad?" Su Meng stared at the expressionless man in front of him with wide eyes, his father he hadn't seen for a long time, Su Zhengsheng frowned and stepped in directly to look at Song Qingzhi in the room.

"What does Qingzhi mean by this?" Su Zhengsheng ignored Su Meng and sat opposite Song Qingzhi.

Song Qingzhi raised his hand and beckoned Su Meng, who was still stunned, to sit over.

"Heh, I didn't expect my son to be completely accepted by Qingzhi? I don't know, I still think I'm an outsider, don't you say?" Su Zhengsheng took a sip of the tea on the table and put down the cup in disgust.

"We grew up together, and we were naturally intimate. Song Qingzhi rubbed Su Meng's head, and Su Meng squinted and laughed.

"Moving out, Xiao Meng won't discuss it with his father, or do you just need Song Qingzhi?" Su Zhengsheng looked at Su Meng and smiled kindly.

"Dad," Su Meng shrunk her neck and pouted, "I'm not comfortable living there." ”

"Where?" Su Zhengsheng asked sarcastically, and then slapped the table, "That's your house!"

Su Meng trembled in fright, leaning on Song Qingzhi and not knowing what to say. Song Qingzhi gently stroked his back and said in a low voice: "Brother, this is Dad, you don't have to be afraid." ”

"Hahaha!" Su Zhengsheng looked at him coldly after a long time as if he had heard a joke, "I need an adopted son to tell my biological son not to be afraid of his biological father?

Song Qingzhi frowned, but still said respectfully: "Father, you will scare my brother." ”

Su Zhengsheng didn't answer directly this time, he leaned back on the sofa and stared at Song Qingzhi faintly, and only slowly spoke when Su Meng began to move uneasily: "My adopted son of the Su family, Qingzhi, don't have any thoughts that you shouldn't have." Su Meng is my son, how could I harm him? Besides, he is like this now, I can't watch it too late. ”

Song Qing wanted to laugh angrily, but his face was not obvious, and he nodded along with the words: "I naturally don't have any thoughts, unlike my father, I just want to accompany my brother to take care of my brother." After all, before Qingzhi's biological parents died, they confessed to Qingzhi. ”

"Hmph," Su Zhengsheng sneered when he remembered something, "You don't have to use two dead people to press me, they can still control you underground? Besides, Su Meng is my eldest son, what is it like to live here!"

Song Qingzhi felt a cold light in his heart, and said with forbearance: "It's just a small house, it's not too much for the eldest young master of the Su family to have a house outside, father?"

"Are you alluding to Feng'er?how much Feng'er has done in the company, and it's convenient to live outside. Can Xiao Meng be the same? He can't even take care of himself and still wants to leave this home?" Su Zhengsheng looked at Song Qingzhi first, and then turned his gaze to Su Meng.

Su Meng only felt scared, he had always been afraid of his father. But this time he wanted to say something, so he whispered, "Dad, I'm fine here." I won't bother my family anymore, and I won't have to disturb everyone's work. Me, I can take care of myself. Qingzhi, Qingzhi also accompanies me. We were so happy and I didn't want to go back. ”

"Xiaomeng, you are really naïve. Do you know how many people are staring at our family? I Su Zhengsheng can't afford to raise a son? I can't afford to raise someone else's child for me? Or is it that the family can't tolerate you?" Su Zhengsheng smiled and spoke, watching Su Meng's face gradually turn pale.

Song Qingzhi suddenly smiled, and the words he said made everyone stunned, "Father really wants his brother? It's a big deal that he doesn't want this son, right? As for me, my father hasn't been classified as a son yet, right?"

"Song Qingzhi!" Su Zheng was angry, "You're the opposite! I'm your old man!

Song Qingzhi was still smiling, and Su Meng hurriedly spoke: "Dad, don't be angry, don't beat Qingzhi!"

"Silly son," Su Zhengsheng looked at Su Meng and said helplessly, "You really don't treat your father as a family member anymore, you hurt your father's heart so much, and your mother has been talking about you moving out." The latest chapter of "Hidden Marriage Actor, a Little Sweet Claw Book House" is free to read for the first time.