Raising his hand to smooth his hair, he glanced at Fei Yan strangely.

This person has a lot of fetishes, and he likes to touch people's chins and pinch people's faces, and this time he rubbed his hair.

Although he doesn't have the consciousness that he doesn't like others to rub his hair, he still makes people a little unaccustomed to such an intimate behavior.

Su Meng also has brothers in reality, most of them shake hands to show closeness, or hug them sharply, and they don't rub their heads like this.

Forget it, since the male protagonist likes it, he doesn't care about the number of days of life.

Feel free to rub it.

After playing, Yuan Ziyan took a few bottles of wine and put them in front of Feiyan's table and drank with him.

Su Meng was pushed by them to sing, and scratched his head embarrassedly, "I can't do it, singing is not good." ”

He likes to sing, but he is often laughed at when he sings out of tune, and he never sings since.

Besides, the songs he listened to were all old-fashioned, and maybe they didn't like to listen to them very much.

"Sing! Su Yuan, we just want to hear you sing, just come to a song. Yuan Ziyan coaxed below, he was already drunk, his face was red, he stood up and pointed at him to urge.

And Fei Yan, who was sitting next to him, didn't know how much he had drunk, leaning on the back chair and hiding in a dim corner, he could vaguely see his slightly raised pupils, looking at Su Meng's direction faintly.

Su Meng saw that they all stopped, looked at him, thought about it, tightened his grip on the microphone, and nodded.

Then sing a song, it's ugly anyway.

Fortunately, this world also has his real-world songs, and he ordered one of his favorite folk songs.

Pu Shu's "Empty Sailing".

Su Meng's short life.

Work is busy, life is depressing.

But he didn't care.

He doesn't want to give up, maybe he will get better if he persists.

This song is also the only one he doesn't go out of tune, he sings it very seriously, and the voice below seems to have disappeared.

He likes the sentence "I love this hard and hard every day".

With a relieved smile on the corner of his mouth, he opened his eyes, and the first person he saw was Fei Yan.

Maybe this is God's arrangement, to give him a chance to live again.

He will definitely cherish it.

Try to complete the task and go back as soon as possible.

Putting down the microphone, he returned to his position.

Yuan Ziyan on the other side laughed, "Feiyan, did you see him singing?" It's fucking good-looking. ”

He didn't like singing very much, but the way the boy stood in front of the screen, like a different person, completely different from his usual appearance.

But it's better.

Fei Yan sharpened his teeth, swallowed in his throat, straightened his back, grasped the wine bottle on the table and poured it into his mouth.

The spicy taste poured into the bottom of the stomach, and the burning of the heart rose instead of falling, restless and riotous.

It's not like the feeling you had when you got sick, but .....

I want to tie up the boy's limbs and hide them so that they will never be seen.

Once the surging and paranoid possessiveness is born, it is like a prairie fire that is difficult to extinguish.

He took a deep breath. I guess I drank too much alcohol and my head wasn't clear.

Yuan Ziyan still wanted to say something to Fei Yan, but when he turned his head, he saw his red eyes, and the bloodshot spreading next to his eyeballs was no less terrifying than when he was sick.

The black pupils as deep as the abyss stared at the ...... over there Su Meng?

Yuan Ziyan rubbed his eyes vigorously, and didn't see the scene just now.

Should... It should be his delusion.

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Su, who was sitting on the sofa, bit the biscuit and glanced at the time of the phone.