The director of the movie is Lu Qiran, that is, the director of the drama introduced to him by Xue Lang, and the heroine is Lou Qingyun, who has stayed with him in the crew of "Conspiracy".

Xu Dongbo himself said that Lu Qiran would definitely not be able to find him, he would even hide it from Fang Chengcheng, so he could only find another way and start with others.

Song Qiao thought about Xue Lang's matter, and after calming down, he also began to suspect Xue Lang, the last text message was sent by Xue Lang, what about this time?

If it was Xue Lang, why did he tell him about his meeting with Xu Dongbo, was it a provocation, or was there another reason.

If it weren't for Xue Lang, it would be easier to speculate, after all, there was still a person who tried to kill him, and there was no trace of him so far.

He made a lot of speculations, but in the end he was biased towards their attempts to break up himself and Xu Dongbo.

Song Qiao couldn't help but glance sideways at Xu Dongbo, people who had been insomnia for a long time found a place of peace of mind, and they were really reluctant to leave.

"What do you see me doing?" Xu Dongbo's eyes moved away from the screen, he kept his back against the chair unchanged, and just took Song Qiao's hand and kissed it.

"Dirty." Song Qiao shrank his hand.

"Liar." Xu Dongbo didn't believe him, Song Qiao had just filled his mouth with food like a little hamster, and he could see it clearly.

Before eating, the wet wipes used by Song Qiao to wipe his hands were still thrown into the garbage bag between the two of them.

Song Qiao withdrew his hand and didn't take it back, so he simply left Xu Dongbo behind.

What's more, being able to shake hands with Xu Dongbo gradually settled down a lot in his heart.

The two of them continued to look at this position, and even their bodies gradually leaned together.

After experiencing disappointment and doubt, Song Qiao finally believed Xu Dongbo, which came for no reason, but it made him a lot easier.

"I'm a long runner, boxing is good, taekwondo black belt nine dan, I will ......"

"What are you talking about? I'm also a man, no worse than you. ”

"I don't want to compare with you, I just ...... I want to chase you, I want to protect you. ”

"Fool, what do I need to protect?"

"Song Qiao? Small bridges? Xu Dongbo pinched Song Qiao's cheek, although he couldn't see Song Qiao shrinking in his arms as he wished, it was not bad to fall asleep on his shoulder.

It's just that this is really not a convenient place, more than an hour has passed in the blink of an eye, and the movie has ended, so he has to wake up Song Qiao and go out.

"Huh?" Song Qiao frowned, he sat up straight, looked at the last bit of the film in front of him, and slowly raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.

"What's wrong? Headache? Xu Dongbo suddenly became nervous.

"No, it's just that I just seemed to have dreamed of something very important," Song Qiao tilted his head, as if he was talking to someone, but now he couldn't remember a word.

Even if he knew that the conversation was very important and tried to think about it, it only caused him a headache.

"What you forget is not important." The only thing Xu Dongbo could think of was what happened when the car accident happened, so he had to try his best to comfort Song Qiao.

As for him, if you forget it, forget it, just start over.

As long as he thought of Song Qiao's previous worries about him all day and his heart disease for a long time, Xu Dongbo was unwilling to let Song Qiao think about it anymore, anyway, they still had a lifetime to do.

Enough for him to make up for his previous regrets.

"Perhaps." Song Qiao really couldn't remember, the lights in the theater were already on, and it was impossible for him to continue to sit.

Xu Dongbo half-helped him to stand up, and after walking a few steps, the groggy feeling in his head dissipated.

According to Xu Dongbo's plan, there should be another dinner today, Song Qiao lowered his eyes and said softly, "Just find a restaurant downstairs to eat." ”

"I'll see." Xu Dongbo didn't have an opinion, he quickly picked a restaurant, I don't know if it was a coincidence, the one he chose was on the same floor as the Western restaurant, and you could see the plaque of the restaurant opposite through the glass.

Song Qiao took a sip of white water and suppressed the discomfort in his heart.

He frowned, and Xu Dongbo noticed, "Do you not like the food here?" ”

"Nope." Song Qiao shook his head.

Xu Dongbo saw that he didn't seem to be lying, so he quickly finished ordering.

Seeing the waiter leave, Xu Dongbo looked at Song Qiao with a smile, "What did you say directly before, why did we become closer, but you held back again." ”

He said with a smile, and full of comfort, Song Qiao couldn't get angry if he wanted to, so he could only sigh in his heart, and his face was still very calm, "Even couples have their own private space." ”

"That's not what you said when you asked me to sleep with you for five hours a day." Xu Dongbo propped his chin and retorted.

A shallow mark twisted out of Song Qiao's forehead, "Where does this matter to you?" ”

"Isn't it a requirement to sleep with you for five hours?" Xu Dongbo stretched out his hand and smoothed the mark on his eyebrows.

"You see, as long as you ask for it, the corresponding price will be exchanged, and I will naturally agree."

He said and chuckled lowly, "Don't say I've been with you for five hours, and it's okay to be with you for twenty-four hours." ”

Song Qiao was stunned for a moment, and quickly reacted.

It is undeniable that Xu Dongbo's words are indeed tempting to him.

If Xu Dongbo is poor in money, then he will give Xu Dongbo money, if it is a resource, he can also wipe his face and go to Xu Dongyang, the worst is to take his own net worth.

But it's worth it to let Xu Dongbo stay by his side for so long.

Song Qiao was suddenly enlightened by Xu Dong's dots, and his mood improved.

He half-jokingly tentatively, "You will do whatever I ask you to do?" ”

"It depends on what Boss Song is willing to give me." Xu Dongbo replied with a smile.

Facing his doting gaze, Song Qiao reflexively spoke, "What do you want?" ”

"What I want...... You know best. Xu Dongbo bit the words, and his voice was very soft.

Song Qiao was about to ask, his knee was pushed by Xu Dongbo, he stopped his chopsticks and looked over, Xu Dongbo was still busy picking vegetables for him, but the following action did not stop, and the two legs directly clamped his legs.

"Loosen." Song Qiao's eyes turned around the adjacent table, and he thought that there was something to cover on the table, so he calmed down, his strength was not as good as Xu Dongbo, so he could only stop him.

Xu Dongbo's face was full of innocence, "This table is too small, can't I just change my posture and sit?" ”

Of course, it's no problem to change postures, Song Qiao endured the shame and finished the meal like this.

Xu Dongbo stood up to check out, and he passed slowly with his bag.

When I passed by a table of young couples, I heard the tired conversation between the two.

"Do you want to eat? Kiss me and I'll give it to you. The boy was pinching a rolled lettuce wrap and looking at the girl sitting next to him with a smile on his face.

Song Qiao had no intention of peeping, but this was not a private room, his eyes moved slightly, and he saw the girl come up and kiss her, and then eat the barbecue meat in the boy's hand.

In an instant, the movements of these two people went through Song Qiao's mind again.

He suddenly remembered Xu Dongbo's words, just say what he wants, is it really possible?

What if the price in Xu Dongbo's mouth is not money or resources, but himself?

Song Qiao's throat was dry, and he nervously squeezed the bag of his backpack, he took a few steps forward, and the bag in his hand was taken away by Xu Dongbo.

"Do you want to go home now? Or go for a walk? Xu Dongbo asked naturally.

Song Qiao made a choice without hesitation, "Go home." ”

He needs to test what Xu Dongbo means? Compared with the former, the possibility of the latter is weak, but it is more exciting.

Song Qiao recalled it for a while, only to find that after returning from Tongcheng, they were rarely intimate.

He licked his lips and glanced to the side.

Xu Dongbo was half a head taller than him, and when he looked up from this angle, he could just see Xu Dongbo's pursed lips.

It seems that Xu Dongbo rarely has a cold face in front of him?

"Why do you keep staring at me today? Know my good? Xu Dongbo generously let him see, and when he entered the house, he also kissed Song Qiao to relieve his depressed **.

His restraint was nothing more than for Song Qiao's body, and insomnia obviously made Song Qiao's body a lot weaker.

The distance from the entrance to the living room, Xu Dongbo had already planned, and when this time the matter was resolved, no matter what Song Qiao's opinion was, he would press Song Qiao to exercise.

At least for the sake of two people's harmonious and happy life.

Song Qiao went back to the room to take a shower first, and when he came out, Xu Dongbo had just called Lou Qingyun.

Hearing his request, Lou Qingyun was at least surprised, and then readily agreed, and the two of them were still >

Hearing the sound of the bathroom door opening, Xu Dongbo sent out the last sentence and sent a message to Fang Cheng, saying that he had another script on hand.

After sending the message, Xu Dongbo subconsciously raised his head, intending to chat with Song Qiao, but he was stunned when he saw Song Qiao's appearance at the moment.

"I didn't bring the bathrobe in." Song Qiao was wiping his hair with a towel in his hand, and only a bath towel was wrapped around his body, not even the crook of his legs.

"Oh." Xu Dongbo responded absentmindedly, and his eyes swept back and forth several times from the bottom to the top.

Just as he was hesitating whether to pounce directly or again, Song Qiao smashed the towel in his hand and covered Xu Dongbo's head.

"What are you doing with me?" Xu Dongbo pulled the towel down, and his eyes were still looking at Song Qiao.

It was light for the towel to hit him, Song Qiao snorted in his heart, thinking about his plan, and walked towards the small sofa.

He stretched out his leg and kicked Xu Dongbo, "Get up, blow my hair." ”

Xu Dongbo got up obediently, holding the hair dryer in his hand, but his mind was not on his hair, and when his fingers touched his hair and it was almost dry, he couldn't help but touch it down Song Qiao's neck.

"Wait," Song Qiao held his hand and looked up at Xu Dongbo, "Do you want to sleep together?" ”

"Yes." Xu Dongbo replied honestly.

Song Qiao listened to his answer and smiled, "Then you have to promise me one thing first." "I want to talk about "Boyfriend He is Single" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "Youyue Literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find a confidant~