The strongest way to be narcissistic

Qiao Peicheng doesn't like to drink, just because he knows that he has all kinds of unspeakable things in his heart, and it's easy to talk nonsense while drinking to vent his emotions, so he always tastes wine lightly, and he will never let himself get drunk enough to lose his mind.

But because of this, he still doesn't know where his drinking limit as Qiao Peisheng is.

If you don't touch alcohol, there is naturally no alcohol at home. Since you want to drink, you must buy it.

"You don't need to drink too much for a heart-to-heart talk, just one or two bottles, please take it easy." Qiao Peicheng held the hand of a certain brat to stop him from taking all kinds of alcohol crazily.

There are all kinds of white and red ones in the cart, each with the same alcohol content, this is not drinking and talking, this is preparing to drink alcohol poisoning and go to the hospital to lie dead.

"How can we talk without getting drunk?" Song Ange bent over and hugged the cart, preventing idiot Qiao from putting the wine back to its original place one by one.

He didn't know Joe's drinking capacity, just in case he took so much, as long as he kept drinking, he didn't believe that he wouldn't be drunk.

When drunk he can...

"Put all kinds of wine in your stomach, can your stomach take it?" He was so presumptuous just after he was allowed to touch wine, but it's okay if he doesn't control him in the future?

"Then I don't want these bottles, but I want this one, and I want a few more bottles." Little Song reluctantly made a concession and put some wines with high alcohol content back to their original places.

"No, put them all back, drink beer."

Qiao Peisheng didn't allow the kid to mess around, he stuffed all the wine in the cart back two or three times, and picked up the beer in a can at the side.His purpose was to make the little kid slightly drunk, not to make him unconscious, otherwise the wine would be for nothing.

"Let's mention it again." Little friend Song stretched out his hand, fearing that Joe's idiot would not let it go, he said, "If you don't let me take it, I won't drink it with you, and I won't talk to you."

Threats are a means for Song Xiaoyou to gradually grasp.

Qiao Peisheng didn't stop him.

"Don't spit on me when you're drunk, or I'll just throw you out, and you'll never be allowed to hit me." He still remembers the incident when the kid spit on him and gagged him with that mouth. New, the shadow area is big.

"Maybe you will be the one who vomits then." He knew that idiot Joe would definitely remember what happened before.

At that time, it was because he was in a bad mood and drank too much, and because idiot Joe carried him like a sack until his stomach was full of wine, could he not vomit?

Why does this kid always reply when he says something?

Not big or small, owe a fight.

After paying the bill, the two were about to enter the gate of the community next to the supermarket when Little Song suddenly stopped and said, "I want to buy something, you go up first."

"Go, go, give me my schoolbag, I'll cook first, remember to hurry up."

As soon as he said this, the boy turned around immediately and ran away. He didn't go to the supermarket, and he didn't know where he was going to buy things.

What are you running to buy in a hurry?

Qiao Peicheng was puzzled for a few seconds, but then he didn't care.

Little Song, who ran to the corner, waited for half a minute and poked his head to see, making sure that idiot Qiao didn't follow up with doubts because of it, before continuing to move forward.

Passing by a boutique, he went in and bought a black mask to put on, and touched the cash he had just taken out of his pocket, thinking of where he was going soon, his little heart began to beat rapidly.

When he arrived at his destination, he stood at the door hesitating for a long time, but never dared to go in.There was a young man guarding the store, who was playing with his mobile phone at the counter boredly.

Do you want to go in?

Little Song swallowed hard, he always felt that people passing by were looking at him, his face was burning hot, if he hadn't been covered by a mask, he would have been so ashamed that his hands were empty, and he returned the same way.

No one knows anyone, just go in and say what you want, give money and get things and run straight away, there will definitely be no major problems.

Little Song frantically simulated the whole process of buying things, and kept reassuring himself that it was no big deal. For the first time in his life, he was nervous.

He took a deep breath and went in.

The shopkeeper happened to raise his head, and the two faced each other. Song Ange's mind was stunned for a moment, and he forgot all the scenes he had performed countless times in his mind. He couldn't remember what he was going to do after he came in.

This little brother may have seen a lot of young people like this. He pushed the round-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose with a smile and asked, "Little brother, is there anything I can help you with? Buying toys? Condoms? Or something else?"

Although Song Ange was wearing a mask, he could still tell he was young.

"I'll buy...buy...a set." Little Song couldn't explain clearly, and finally squeezed out the key words.

Brother understands.

"Okay, come over and have a look. I have many styles here. Which one do you want? This is the ultra-thin series that just came out. It basically doesn't feel like it. Do you want to try it?"

The little brother hooked his hand and asked this shy little guest to come and have a look.

Song Ange only had a general understanding of what tools are needed to do that kind of thing before, so he didn't know how to study the various classifications in it.

"Then I want this." He said quickly, for fear that he would pass out if he spoke too slowly.

The little brother continued to ask: "What number?"

"Big... big size." Stupid Joe looked big, at least bigger than him.If he had known this, he should have taken the opportunity to touch it when he and he were taking a bath, and he could have estimated it.

The little brother began to squint, not knowing what he saw, took out the large size he introduced, pushed it in front of the little guest, tapped his fingers on the glass container, and asked in an ambiguous tone: "Little brother, may I ask, Are you going to use this thing on yourself, or on someone else?"

He was tactfully asking Little Song about his sexuality.Although there was still no way to be sure about the first option, his intuition told him that the little guest in front of him would [-]% choose the latter.

As soon as this question came up, Song Ange wanted to run away in smoke.

He squeezed the things in his hand and whispered, "Other people."

"Understood." Hearing this, the younger brother snapped his fingers. "First time, no experience?"

Little friend Song nodded shyly.

"I'm quite experienced in this area, do you want to pick it for you?"

Little friend Song couldn't wait for it, and nodded frantically, his exposed ears were bleeding red.

Seeing this, the little brother couldn't help but bend his eyes and smile.This little guest was too shy, and he didn't know what kind of person he was doing happy things with. He was so lucky to eat such a cute boy in his mouth.

"Okay, these are enough. After you get used to it, you can play something else. You can see the price."

There is no cash register in the little brother's shop, only a small calculator. He typed in a few words and showed the little customer how much he spent in total.

Song Ange didn't have the time to calculate, he casually glanced at the number of words on it, gave the money quickly, put away the change from the younger brother and left the store quickly, he would be so ashamed to death if he stayed any longer.

Who asked this little brother to find things for him, and at the same time teach him the so-called little tricks from the experience of those who have experienced it, what kind of sphincter contraction can make the other party do that, all kinds of mosaic topics, one set after another, better than him to watch small movies There is also a sense of imagery.

How could he bear this?

"Is that Song Ange?"

Today is the day when Mingruo's resident students go home collectively. Xiong Yunhui is pulling people to the street for shopping. Walking on the street, she sees a familiar figure of a young man going away, and asks the woman beside her suspiciously.

The woman next to her was a head and a half taller than her, and she was looking down at her mobile phone at this time, so she looked up when she heard the words.

It really was Song Ange.

"Are you blind, can't you see?"

This attitude is not good.

"Sister Tong, your attitude is not very good." The little girl smiled and looked up at the woman who was much taller than her.

Little witch.

Jiang Tong complained in her heart, with a nice and gentle smile on her face. "Miss Xiong, are you satisfied with this attitude?"

"It's a hypocritical laugh."

Xiong Yunhui attacked mercilessly.

"That's it." Jiang Tong put away her smile.

Xiong Yunhui raised her eyebrows and looked at this woman carefully.

"I used to wonder why Song Ange just fell in love with you? No matter how you look at it, it's not the type he likes. But after seeing you beating Deng Yusa and seeing you drinking like crazy, I realized that it's not surprising that he likes you .”

It's kind of weird what you said.

Jiang Tong put down her phone and asked, "Then why do you like An Ge?"

Xiong Yunhui tilted her head to think of a reason, thinking of the first time she met Song Ange.

"It's not so much that I like it, it's better to say that he is very special to me."

At that time, Song Ange's help was completely unexpected to her.She wanted to solve it by herself, but after seeing this boy descend from the sky and help her drive away those people with malicious intentions, her regretful heart was suddenly satisfied, so she couldn't help but pay attention to this boy named Song Ange from time to time.

To be honest, besides being handsome, Song Ange is actually not outstanding. She has many shortcomings, and she can list a lot of them casually.

He and she are not from the same world at all, and there are very few common topics.

But who can tell what fate is like?The other party happened to appear at the right time to save the scars hidden deep in her heart.

She had a similar situation before that, at that time she expected someone to be her hero and save her from the predicament, but due to various reasons, no one came, she could only force herself to solve it.

The palm in sight was white and smooth, without any eye-catching dirt. The little girl stared at her hand, wondering what she was thinking.

"Miss Xiong, I still advise you, don't like Song Ange, it is impossible for him to like you, because he already has someone he can like with his heart." While speaking, Jiang Tong pointed to the place where Song Ange left. "What's the use of that store, you shouldn't be too pure to understand?"

This is a kind reminder from her, why bother to cling to someone who has someone in her heart?

This kind of thing hurts others and yourself, and there will be no good results.

This little girl is still young, and she will always meet someone who really likes her and also likes her in the future.

"I know Song Ange likes that mixed-race man."

Xiong Yunhui remembered that handsome guy with gray and blue eyes, and Song Ange liked him, she could tell at the first sight.She could see that Song Ange might really like that man more than she liked Jiang Tong.

Because he saw that the mixed-race man's eyes were bright, very vivid and dazzling.

That was the first time she saw such bright colors in Song Ange's eyes.

Jiang Tong didn't expect this little girl to be able to see the relationship between An Ge and Qiao Peicheng, so she couldn't help but look at her.

Her tone was normal, her face didn't change much, she wasn't lost or sad, did she really like An Ge?Didn't it mean that after pestering An Ge for more than a year, he didn't plan to give up?

"You thought I would be sad." The little girl turned her head, met Jiang Tong's gaze, and laughed out loud. "No, my obsession is not that deep. I just want to give it a try, thinking maybe if I stick to it, I will get what I want."

But she knew very well that she would never get it, because Song Ange couldn't actually give her what she wanted, and the momentary heartbeat at the beginning was just an illusion.

Her liking for Song Ange had never been about love in the final analysis.

"Let's go, I want to go shopping elsewhere." The little girl began to direct Jiang Tong who came to run errands.

She drank so much expensive wine from her brother, and went crazy and damaged the decorations. The sum of money sold for ten Jiang Tong couldn't make up for a fraction.Although her brother didn't plan to pursue it because of her face, she thought this person was quite interesting, so he let her play with her as compensation.

Jiang Tong turned her head to look at the big bodyguard who had been following them not far away, and then at the little girl who ran to the front to buy candied haws from a small vendor.

A little girl with a story.

Little friend Song didn't know anything about the attention of the two girls. He looked at the bag in his hand and felt that it was too obvious to hold the target like this, so he took out the things inside and stuffed them into his pocket one by one, and then pulled the hem of his clothes to hide Live in a pocket with a little drum.

To make sure there would be no problem, he took a deep breath, touched his cheeks, and then nervously pushed open the door specially reserved for him by idiot Joe.

Putting on the indoor slippers, little friend Song poked his head out to observe the situation inside—there was no one in the living room, nor was there anyone in the kitchen. Joe should be in the room. Just stuff things in the closet.

With a three-second countdown in his heart, he immediately put his head down and ran. Seeing that victory was in sight, Joe idiot came out of his room unexpectedly, and before he could brake in time, the two collided directly.

Accompanied by the sound of the collision, Little Song felt that his head was being protected and his face was buried in his solid chest, but he was not injured.

Qiao Peicheng leaned against the door panel and asked angrily, "Are you in a hurry to run so fast?"

Always reckless and underwhelming.

"Well, yes, I want to go to the toilet." Little Song's heart was beating wildly, fearing that the things in his pocket would be discovered, he quickly pushed idiot Qiao away, and immediately ran into the bathroom, closed the door and locked it.

"In such a hurry, it must be due to excessive masturbation and kidney deficiency." Qiao Peicheng complained, planning to leave to see if the rice in the rice cooker was ready, when he kicked out, he bumped into something.

Looking down, it was a small box.

"Ultra-thin experience..." He picked it up and read out the first four characters he saw.

Condoms?

Or the queen size?

He recalled that little friend Song's thing, he should buy a medium size, right?You can’t even buy the right one when you buy something, are you stupid?Or is self-awareness wrong?It's not good to be too conceited.

Song Ange in the bathroom took a deep breath, and wanted to put the things in the locker to hide them first, but when he took them out, he saw that something was missing, and his little face turned pale with fright, and he kept praying that it would fall off on the way. up.

But when I thought that I had confirmed it before entering the door, this luck was completely unfounded.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the bathroom door.

"If your kidneys are not good, take it easy and stop masturbating. Get over it quickly and come out to eat."

To die is to die!

Song Ange bravely opened the door, only to see Stupid Joe leaning against the wall, looked at him several times with a half-smile, raised his right hand, and held his lost things between his fingers.

"Would you like to explain to me, when do you plan to use it? Where do you use it? Has someone chased you? Are you a little too impatient?"

"I didn't use it on others, so I use it for myself, give it to me quickly." Song Ange's mind was in a mess at this time, and he didn't know what he said at all, just wanted to grab it quickly.

While robbing, he explained frantically: "It's convenient to wear this thing while masturbating, and it won't fly wild."

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!What the hell did he say!

This reason... is barely valid.

Qiao Peicheng put down his raised hand, returned the things to him, and kindly reminded:

"The large size is not suitable for you. Believe me, the medium size is fine. Sometimes you have to know how to be self-aware and don't be ashamed. The medium size is already very good."

"You... how do you know it's not suitable?" Song Ange's villain screamed crazily, this thing is not for him.

"Visual inspection." When speaking, he deliberately looked down.

"Then I'll give it to you!" Little Song immediately threw it into the arms of Stupid Qiao after hearing the words. Anyway, it was for his use, so take it in advance, anyway, he didn't want to hear another word from him. "Shut up! Don't talk!"

Qiao Peicheng shut his mouth, he just wanted to say that he didn't need this thing, he had no target to implement it, and he wasn't interested in masturbation.

Before leaving, he shook the packing box in his hand.

"It's the first time I received a gift from you. It's too special and weird, but thanks anyway."

"roll!"

After dinner.

Qiao Peicheng was sitting on the sofa with a pillow in his arms and watching TV. Little Song, who came out of the shower, ran over with bare feet and sat beside him. He didn't see him move for a long time. Little Song kicked his arm with his feet.

"Don't you want to drink?"

It's almost ten o'clock, why is there no movement at all?

Qiao Peisheng looked at his watch and nodded. "It's really getting late, let's go to the rooftop to drink."

When drinking, he likes to run to the roof, look at the distance from the edge, and feel melancholy while drinking with the cool breeze.

Song Ange didn't move. "No bath?"

"It's just a drink, why take a bath? After drinking, then take a shower." Otherwise, after drinking, you will smell of alcohol, so you can't take another shower?

"It's more comfortable to drink alcohol after taking a shower. And if you're drunk, it's a safety hazard to take a shower by yourself." Song Ange started talking nonsense to achieve his goal.

It makes sense, Qiao Peisheng listened to this suggestion.

After dawdling until 10:30, the two big boys carried two glasses of wine, ran to the highest place on the roof and sat down cross-legged.

In order not to let himself get drunk, Song Ange drank in small sips, but idiot Qiao drank vigorously, so he didn't need to trick him into drinking.

Song Ange poked Qiao Peisheng, who was drinking heavily. "Brother Cheng, do you have something on your mind?"

"What can I have on my mind?" Qiao Peicheng, who was a little dizzy, put down his drink, took out a cigarette and lit it. He felt that he was moderately drunk, he couldn't drink anymore, and smoking a cigarette would be fine.

Song Ange lingered to Qiao and him, and sat beside him.

"It's not that you want to talk heart-to-heart, what do you want to ask me?"

He waited for a long time, and Joe Dumb didn't ask anything except drinking.

"Little friend Song, I won't let you do this or that. I'm always trying to control your life. Do you hate me?" Sitting kid.

Song Ange shook his head. "No hate."

"I don't believe it." He didn't know him yet.Just because you don't hate now doesn't mean you didn't hate before.

"I was a little disgusted before. I thought you were a strange person. Even though I didn't know you, you always intervened in my life privately, but now I won't be like this. I am very grateful for Brother Sheng's appearance." Song Ange told the truth.

"Then you don't wonder why I always try to control you?"

"Of course I'm curious, but since you don't want to tell, why should I ask. I think one day you will tell me the truth."

He knew the truth, but he wasn't sure if idiot Joe dared to tell it. Deep down, he actually wanted him to say it.

He wanted to get to know him, to get to know Brother Sheng thoroughly who had been Song Ange.

"Perhaps." Qiao Peicheng took a deep breath of the cigarette, his eyes dim under the smoke, feeling helpless.

He wanted to say it, but he didn't dare, and he couldn't.

"Let's not talk about this, let's talk about your business. I can see why you are learning to decline."

"I don't object to your falling in love, but you have to know how to grasp the scale. At least you can't let this matter affect your study. Otherwise, wouldn't all your previous efforts be in vain? The various efforts between you and me are for you. Will you be willing to pay this in vain? Anyway, I am very upset."

Closer to home, this is the purpose of his drinking, and he can't digress.

"Yeah." Little friend Song nodded obediently.

Qiao Peisheng just likes little friend Song's cuteness, soft eyes, and reaching out to touch his burly head. "Would you like to tell me about the person you like?"

He was very curious about the kind of person Song Ange fell in love with.

Little friend Song glanced at him, nodded shyly, and began to say——

"He is a bit annoying. I hated him at first, but after getting along with him, I found that he is actually quite nice."

"We have a lot in common. Every time I find one, I feel that this place is sweet." Little Song covered his thumping heart, and the words I actually like you in his mouth did not dare to come out. "Because it makes me feel like the distance between us is shrinking."

"He is very narcissistic, a little childish, and his temper is actually as frizzy as I am. He always likes to slander my IQ, but he will give me the strength to move forward at critical times. I will have a strong sense of security by his side. When he's around I just want to hold him, be kissed, be touched, I love being on his skin."

Qiao Peicheng frowned.

Why does he feel that this description doesn't sound like a description of the girl he likes.

"But he doesn't like me, at least he doesn't like me now. No matter how many hints I make, he doesn't respond at all. He only treats me as a child with a mischievous temper and always treats me like a son."

This description...

Qiao Peicheng stopped smoking, an answer came to his mind.

At the same time, the smell of alcohol from the boy's body was getting closer and closer. When he noticed it, a pair of hands grabbed his collar suddenly, and with the pulling force, his head hit him.

In the next second, the lips touched a soft place.

The smell of alcohol and smoke mingled between the two people's entangled noses.

The wind on the roof kept blowing, and the hem of their clothes fluttered with the wind. The boy closed his eyes nervously the whole time, opened his mouth to bite the lower lip of the person opposite him, and then let go.

Facing each other, his black eyes sparkled with starlight, and he pursed his lips and smiled, a little shy and a little excited.

With a sweet taste in his mouth, he said—

"Brother Cheng, I like you."

Do drunk people have basic thinking and rationality?

At least Qiao Peicheng didn't have any room to think at this time, because after the confession, Little Song grabbed his collar and kissed him again, a clumsy and green kiss, trying to reach in and have a wonderful dance with the tip of his tongue.

Instead of thinking about the irrationality inside, his attention was all on this reckless kiss.

What is sanity?He temporarily forgot.

When one hand held the back of Song Ange's head, and he got a response from the person opposite, he knew that he had succeeded, and Joe's idiot was drunk just right.

He loves the kiss he returns.

Not violent, gentle and affectionate, full of nostalgia.

It's as if it's not the effect of alcohol, but actually kissing the person you love deeply.

The smoke that fell on the floor flickered sporadically.

The night wind blows and the stars twinkle.

It's a beautiful night tonight.