The strongest way to be narcissistic

After nearly two hours of work, they can be regarded as the legendary rich man's villa area in Daming City.

Song Ange came here for the first time. During the time he was with the annoying ghost, he was basically numb to the concept of rich people. When he saw a place with swimming pools, servants and fountains, he felt completely helpless. fluctuation.

No matter how rich he is, it doesn't belong to him, just look at it, look at it, and definitely don't hate the rich.

If he had the leisure to look up the savings in the card that Qiao Peicheng gave him, and see the countless zeros on it, which really belonged to him, he probably wouldn't be able to maintain his current stable face like an old dog.

"The place is nice. If it wasn't for the convenience of your going to school, I would also like to set up a set for myself." Someone who is used to living in a big house looked all the way and was quite satisfied with the environment.

The tone seemed to be saying "Your dress is pretty good, I'll make a whole set for myself" as casually.

Damn rich people.

Little Song, who was carrying a huge sum of money but didn't know it, snorted secretly.

He had to pay attention to one problem - idiot Joe is so rich, he probably has everything, so it should be quite difficult to chase him.

Song Xiaoyou began to feel distressed about the pursuit plan that had not yet started.

Although he has set people up, if Joe Fool doesn't feel for him, wouldn't it be useless?So he had to let Joe Stupid be a little impulsive to him before he put his mind on the table.

At least……

Song Ange's eyes moved cautiously to a certain place of Qiao.

At least this thing is willing to respond to his starting point, and when it's time to change the stone, it will change the stone.

Inexplicably feeling that someone was staring at him somewhere, Qiao Peicheng drove slowly, turned his head to look at the child Song who was staring out the window with a stern face, blowing the cool wind.

Maybe it was his illusion?

"This! Song Ange, I'm here!"

The girl's crisp voice sounded from behind the car, Qiao Peicheng looked in the rearview mirror, and saw that little girl Xiong Yunhui screaming at the gate of her house and waving her hands.

Maybe he was so small that he didn't see anyone there when he drove by.

The car backed up slowly.

Song Ange got out of the car first, Xiong Yunhui walked in, saw this handsome face was a little red, and asked, "Song Ange, are you hot?"

Today's temperature can't be said to be low, but it won't make Song Ange, who is sitting in the car, blush like this.

"Yep."

His face was not red from heat, but red from thinking about it. He blushed when he thought that if idiot Joe reacted to him, he couldn't help but treat him like this and that, and the imaginary scene was too exciting.

It's also the reason why he pretended to look out the window casually, blowing the wind.

Qiao Peicheng parked the car and asked, "How is sister Tong?"

Seeing the blushing Song Ange standing face to face with the curious Xiong Yunhui, he couldn't help but start thinking.

Could it be that the person that the little kid likes is really this little girl?

This is not good news for him.

If he really got involved with this girl, his little friend Song would have no room to resist at all.Brother Xiong Tianlong is not a good stubble, and this younger sister is actually not very well-behaved, the key is when to explode.

"Her? It's fine now." Xiong Yunhui didn't know Qiao Peicheng, but she still answered his question with a sweet smile.

very good?What a good way?

Qiao Peicheng stared at the little fairy-like face in front of him, not only worried, but even more worried.

"I'll take you in to find her now."

Xiong Yunhui didn't pay much attention to the handsome mixed-race guy brought by Song Ange, and she never cared much about people she didn't know.

The house was very big, and it took a few minutes to enter from the gate, but Xiong Yunhui didn't take them into the house, but turned halfway to the back garden.

"Damn! I finished counting, didn't I say that I can see you after counting? Where is the person? Where is my younger brother Song! There is also my wine!"

An irritable female voice suddenly rang out, breaking the tranquility of the garden. The little girl walking in front heard this movement and turned her head to see someone's reaction, but was surprised to find that the two boys behind were showing a deep sense of helplessness at the same time .

For this reason, she couldn't help but take a few extra glances at this tall, handsome guy with gray-blue eyes.

She basically knew all the boys around Song Ange, especially Zhao Jianshui. She was sure that this was the first time she had seen him.

Could it be that Song Ange didn't go back to Longkou Street all this time, but suddenly appeared in Mingruo's rereading school, and has something to do with this person?

Otherwise, she really couldn't find a suitable reason to explain how Song Ange could afford Mingruo's high tuition fees?

Usually, because of the strict rules in the school, every student is dressed in a specific dress from head to toe, and nothing can be seen.

But today, Song Ange is wearing casual clothes, and there is nothing that can be called cheap from head to toe. She recognizes the brand, because there are people around her who are loyal fans of this brand, and she can recognize it at a glance.

It is a small foreign brand, very expensive, and the series with the lowest price are in the tens of thousands.

What's more worthy of attention is that everything on these two people comes from the same brand.

What's the relationship between this person and Song Ange?Does Uncle Song know that Song Ange is with this person?

"Where did that little witch go!"

The violent voice sounded again.

Xiong Yunhui's expression froze.

little witch?

Song Ange raised his eyes to look at the little girl in front of him. Seeing this, she smiled at him very innocently.

It seems that sister Tong met her nemesis this time.

Qiao Peisheng, who knew a little bit, remained calm.

"Sister Tong, I'm here."

Song Ange didn't have time to think about the strangeness inside, and strode forward.

He was afraid that if he went one step too late, sister Tong might clean up this place.

Thanks to Xiong Yunhui for being able to stand her, if it were an ordinary person, she would wish to stuff her stinky mouth with stinky socks with stinky socks.

"An Ge? An Ge!"

After entering the gazebo, Song Ange saw the petals that had been pulled off all over the ground, and the woman who was squatting on the ground picking the petals just now, when she heard his voice, she immediately stood up and rushed over.

Dude, how much alcohol is this?

When Song Ange was hugged by Sister Tong, she immediately smelled a strong smell of alcohol.

After stabilizing his body, he could see the inside clearly. Except for the petals on the ground, there were many wine bottles scattered on the floor. The packaging was all in English. It looked very high-end, so he didn't know the actual value. It won't be cheap anyway.

"An Ge, this world is so fucking fucked up, why do you think you, sister Tong, can be so unlucky?"

The crazy woman in her arms hugged him and asked in a low voice, her voice was slightly choked.

Song Ange didn't understand what happened to her, but she could still hear that Sister Tong was really sad. It was different from the irritable sadness that was rumored before and collapsed after being constantly suppressed. This is a kind of sadness similar to despair. Like the desperation exuded after being hurt by something.

"An songs……"

Jiang Tong let go of the young man and looked up at him, her exposed cheeks were stuck by the hair around her, her usually clear eyes were big and swollen, and the eye sockets were filled with tears at this moment, she shook her lips and made a few strange trembling sounds, Then say:

"Is it true that a person like me...doesn't deserve to be loved?"

"Song Ange, tell you the truth, sister Tong, is it true that someone like me never deserves to be loved by anyone?"

Her voice gradually became hoarse and ugly, her hands ran down the boy's shoulders, grabbed his neckline, and burst into tears.

"Whether it's family, friends, or lover, I don't deserve to be loved by anyone."

"I've tried so hard, but why is no one willing to love me? I thought she was special, and I thought that the misfortunes I had encountered could be completely wiped out by her, and I could obtain the happiness I wanted Life, I thought the world was finally starting to treat me kindly, but..."

"However, I only now clearly realize that I am a fucking joke! A complete joke! What a slapstick love, I'll fuck you!"

She said unbearable swear words in her mouth, her eyes kept watering, and she pulled out an extremely ugly smile.

——"An Ge, what do you think is the meaning of my life?"

——"An Ge, this world will never treat the kind of people it owes kindly. The favorite will always be the favorite, and the abandoned child will never get a little bit of kindness."

——"An Ge, if one day I die, can you stand in front of my grave and cry once? Let me know that in this world, there are still people who care about my existence. If I die, can you not Forget me in memory over time? At least let me live in your memory forever?"

——"It is dispensable when you are alive, and it should be scattered with the wind when you die, and no one cares about it. No one will always remember when a fool named Jiang Tong existed in this world, and when Leave this world. Thinking about it, I really feel that my life is too sad."

These are the words Jiang Tong and Qiao Peisheng who is Song Ange confided.

At that time, he was afraid that his sister Tong could not think about it, so he kept staring at her, and nothing happened in his imagination. When he thought he was thinking too much, when he relaxed his vigilance, his sister Tong died.

"Stupid."

In the sad atmosphere, Youdao's indifferent voice came out abruptly.

The three present looked up at the same time, only to see Qiao Peicheng lowered his head, and the voice came from him.

"Stupid."

he repeated.

"Stupid."

He raised his head and repeated it expressionlessly.

Jiang Tong let go of her hand, turned her head to look at Qiao Peicheng, subconsciously sniffed, she felt that Brother Song's "boyfriend" was definitely referring to her.

It's fine to say it once, but I said it three times.

This is too much!

Qiao Peicheng stared at the embarrassed woman standing in front of Song Ange.

Jiang Tong, his sister Tong.

He sneered:

"Oh, no one loves you? Is it true that no one loves you? Then what am I? What is Song Ange? What is that Song Ange who blushed and said he would protect you? Did he never count as loving you? within that range?"

"Jiang Tong, don't I, Song Ange, be counted among the people you care about?"

Qiao Peisheng's emotional ups and downs continued to magnify.

"Jiang Tong, you always say you treat me, Song Ange, as your younger brother, but do you really care about my feelings? When you died, did you ever think about how sad and desperate Song Ange would be!"

What is he talking about?

Jiang Tong was confused.What he Song Ange?Isn't his name Qiao Peisheng?Isn't Song Ange's boyfriend?What she died?She is obviously still alive, standing here?

Xiong Yunhui, who was watching, also fell into self-doubt.

Something wrong with her ears?

The only one who was calm was Song Ange himself.

He's not without mood swings.

For some truths, it is one thing to guess by yourself, but another thing to hear it from your own mouth.

The only luck left in his heart was completely shattered.

Qiao Peisheng is Song Ange, Jiang Tong and Song Cheng's deaths, all of these are the realities that his brother Sheng has experienced, and are no longer an absurd dream in his mind that no one can verify.

Qiao Peicheng, who was caught in the painful memories of his previous life, could no longer care about what he said that he shouldn't have said.

His mind is full of those crushing memories, all of his past, his failed life as Song Ange, and those who died because of him.

He pushed away Song Ange, who was standing still, and took his place, condescendingly looking down at the woman who was a little shorter than him.

These eyes are full of indescribable sadness, Jiang Tong can't help but think of the first time she saw him in Longkou Street, these gray-blue eyes were also looking at her like this at that time.

"Jiang Tong, you are the person Song Ange cares about, you are the family member Song Ange recognizes, you are his sister Tong, if he said to protect you, he will protect you."

"Sister Tong, no matter if it's Song Ange or Qiao Peicheng standing in front of you, he will always protect you."

Jiang Tong was hugged by the person in front of her as she became more and more confused, a slight sob came from her ear, she heard this person named Qiao Peicheng say——

"So please live well."

"Because it's really tiring to guard a person who died forever with ten years and devastated memories. I'm so tired that I just want to die forever."

But if he dies in relief, no one will remember that Jiang Tong came to this world. As Song Ange, he dare not commit suicide, even with his dying body, he still wants to live desperately.

Even before dying, his memory was frantically recalling this person named Jiang Tong.

Because that was the only thing he could do as Song Ange, the only promise he could keep.

These words are what Song Ange, who became Qiao Peisheng, wanted to say to Jiang Tong countless times in the 24 years of Qiao Peisheng's life.

Now, he can finally say these words happily in front of his own face.

The stagnation of the two lives was finally relieved at this moment.

Qiao Peisheng finally didn't have to use his whole life of memories to guard a person who died forever.

Jiang Tong, who was drunk, couldn't understand, but slowly raised her hand, hugging this person who was also drunk and liked to talk nonsense.

she says--

"Okay, I'll live on."

Nice words, right?