The strongest way to be narcissistic

On the day of the college entrance examination, it began to rain heavily in Mingcheng.

For two consecutive days, there is still no sign of clearing up, but this still cannot stop the enthusiasm of the candidates for the examination room.

Now there is still half an hour before the final exam starts, Qiao Peisheng watched Little Song enter the school, and found a coffee shop to sit down.

Looking down from the window pane of his seat, he could see the school building.

The pattering rain has been falling for almost an hour, not only has it not slowed down, but it has also become heavier.

"Sir, do you mind if I sit here?"

A middle-aged man's voice rang across from him, and before he could respond, the man sat down very simply.

Qiao Peisheng stirred the coffee on the table. "Do you mind if you all sit down?"

The person who came was Song Cheng, with a clean face, a clean shirt, and a suitable hairstyle. He was a handsome middle-aged uncle.

Song Cheng wore his usual carefree smile. "Indeed, I will sit here whether you mind or not, it's just a polite opening."

Qiao Peicheng ignored him and continued to watch the rain falling outside the window.

Song Cheng called for a cup of coffee, took a sip, and asked, "Aren't you curious what I asked you for?"

"For Song Ange." You don't even need to guess, since the scene he accidentally encountered a few days ago happened, he knew that Song Cheng would definitely show up to look for him.

"You are very smart." Song Cheng admitted his purpose of coming here.He had met this person before, and saw him again after a year, and it was still in that situation, so he had to be a little concerned.

If he remembered correctly, he and his son were so-called friends at the beginning, but they turned out to be boyfriends when they came back after a detour.

He admits that he is an incomprehensible father, but it is understandable to worry about his son occasionally, at least he still has to pay more or less attention to his son's future.

"Before you speak, let me say a few words." Qiao Peicheng looked up at him.

"What identity do you want to use to talk to me about our little friend Song? As a father? But don't you think this identity seems untenable. A father whose son has been away for nearly a year is really What a good father."

Now Qiao Peisheng is not saying this from the standpoint of Qiao Peisheng, but from the standpoint of being Song Ange, expressing his thoughts.

He never admitted that Song Cheng was his father at any moment, even if Song Cheng later went to jail because of his injuries.

The balance of merit and demerit does not exist here, and one yard is equal to one yard.

After hearing these words, Song Cheng still smiled, but the smile was stiff for a moment.

When he saw the person on the other side looking at him with a half-smile that was not a smile, the smile on his face gradually dissipated, and his face returned to expressionless.

"Whether I'm a good father or not has nothing to do with you, right?" Wasn't it his only child, Song Ange, who disliked him in such a tone?Isn't it good for this person to shut up honestly as a spectator?

"On the surface, it is true." Qiao Peicheng admitted this, and continued, "But he is my man, and will always be my man. Protect the people around him from being attacked by some weird people, using some self-righteous Identity harassment, this is something I have to do, and it still has a lot to do with me."

Are you embarrassed by Song Cheng?

Of course it's embarrassing, but it's extremely embarrassing to be stabbed by a young man in his 20s who has to admit the fact that he has to admit it.

He used to have a bad temper, especially when he was still a playboy with a lot of money at home, he was more troublesome than his own son.Later, after being severely beaten by the society, most of my temper was wiped out, and no matter whether I was angry or not, I would face it with an incongruous smile.

"I just want to say that if you just treat Song Ange as a canary in a cage that you can play with at will, it's best to open the cage in time and let him go."

"He is a very serious child. Once you really have feelings for you that you can't get rid of, one day you get tired and want to throw them away. For him, he has suffered far more than what you see, and he may even get The result of hurting others and hurting oneself.”

Song Ange was once cruelly abandoned by that woman, and then ignored by him as a father. I'm afraid he can't bear to be ruthlessly abandoned by someone he cares about again.

The person in front of him gave his son excellent food and clothing, and the expenses must have been outrageous, but didn't these have any purpose?

This model between them is like a rich man raising his favorite pet, and the pet only needs to offer what the owner wants.

But if it were really that simple, he wouldn't do anything extra, because he was afraid that the pet would gradually develop a feeling of nostalgia for its owner, and it would be hard to say whether the pet would die of depression when it was tired and abandoned.

The stronger the temper, the more accidents are likely to happen. Song Ange is the master of the temper.

Qiao Peisheng didn't say much, he didn't need to express to Song Cheng that he is now adhering to the principle of not abandoning and not giving up to Song Cheng.

Not long after Song Cheng left, before he could go to the school gate to wait for his children to come out, another unexpected visitor came.

The arrival of this person surprised Qiao Peicheng, he never thought that the other party would appear.

Mr. Song glanced lightly at the unfinished cup of coffee opposite Qiao Peicheng, frowned coldly, then sat upright on the sofa, staring sharply at the young man opposite him.

"Are you An Ge's man?"

The old man had a serious look on his face, and his tone was extremely serious, as if he was discussing some important matter with Qiao Peisheng.

Qiao Peicheng was choked by this description. He didn't think it would be a big deal if it was someone else, but it would be amazing to be an old man who looked very rigid at first glance.

He nods. "Yes, I am his man."

When it came to the latter word, Qiao felt a little awkward for some reason.

Strange, why do you feel your ears are a little hot?

The old man's eyes were not bad. He glanced at the young man's ears that were gradually turning red, his brows and eyes softened a lot compared to before.

"I don't care what this idiot said before, just take it as bullshit and don't listen to anything." While speaking, the old man stared at the unfinished cup of coffee.

The idiot in his mouth naturally refers to Song Cheng.

This old man is a bit interesting.

Qiao Peicheng was quite surprised. He thought that the old man also came to seek justice for his grandson who never cared about him, but now it seems that he is not.

"I didn't get along with that kid for a long time. I don't know very well. I don't have the right to say who he wants to be with, but..." The old man paused intentionally, narrowed his eyes, and looked around Qiao Peicheng's face. .

"But I still have to say, Song Cheng is unreliable as a father, you can ignore it, but my grandfather by name is different, if the only grandson is being bullied, no matter what, he should come forward To do something, who gave me the leisure and ability. By the way, if I say that I know who Allen is, will I be able to attract your attention? "

The latter words did immediately raise Joe's attention.

Mr. Song actually knew Alan?

It can be seen that identity is not simple, and it is definitely not as simple as having a little money.

Since he was willing to stand up for Song Ange generously, why didn't the old man show up when Song Ange had an accident?

Wait, no, when Song Chengbao had him out back then, with his status as a powerless petty citizen, he couldn't get him out so quickly, unless he asked someone with status, which was very likely to be Song Cheng. old man.

Thinking about it this way can explain it, and it can be regarded as solving his doubts back then.

Later, the reason why the old man didn't show up again may be because of his death, or because he was disappointed with his self-willed grandson and started to ignore him.

These are already unknowable past, Qiao Peicheng no longer thinks deeply about it.

"That's all for now, take it easy."

All that needs to be said has been said, and the old man didn't push too much, so he just left.

Qiao Peicheng turned his head to look out the window, and saw some candidates starting to come out of the school gate from a distance.

It's time for him to pick up his children.

The rain still didn't stop, and the patter was very annoying. Little friend Song held an umbrella and looked for people everywhere, but he never saw his idiot Joe.

If he is so big and tall, if he is here, he must be able to see it at a glance. If he doesn't see it, it means that he didn't come to pick him up at all.

Is something wrong?

Little friend Song didn't believe that his idiot Joe would leave him on such an important day, so he couldn't help worrying.

He didn't bring his mobile phone, and he was even more anxious.

The more people came to pick up his child, the more umbrellas there were in the past, which made him dazzled and anxious.

An umbrella hit his umbrella directly from behind, splashing water.

"Are you looking for me?"

A laughing voice rang in his ears.

"Nonsense!" Little friend Song turned around and glared at the visitor angrily.

He was scared to death, but luckily nothing happened.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting." Qiao Peicheng stretched out his hand, held his little friend's hand in his own, and pulled him out of the crowd.

When it wasn't so crowded, little friend Song turned off his umbrella, stood under the same umbrella with Qiao idiot, clasped his hands back, squeezed between his man's fingers, and hummed: "I barely forgive you."

After walking for a while, he couldn't hold back and asked, "Brother Sheng, don't you ask me if I did well in the exam?"

Wasn't that his purpose in the first place?Why don't you care now?

Qiao Peicheng smiled. "I've passed all the exams. Why do you ask these questions? Anyway, everyone is mine, and no matter how bad it is, I can't throw it away."

He saw Song Ange's hard work, and his grades are not very important now.

"Hmph! What's the difference? I'm working so hard not because I'm afraid of being thrown away by you." He just wanted to work hard to be more worthy of him.

Who made Joe idiot want to learn everything after becoming Qiao Peisheng, and he can learn everything well, so good that people can only look up to him enviously.

He didn't want to stand at the bottom and stare at his man, he just wanted to approach him step by step until he reached his side and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

Song Ange did well in the final test. Compared with the previous report card that he couldn't bear to look at directly, it was really a qualitative leap. It surpassed the first line by a few points, and he missed the edge, but he finally chose the second one.

With this score, you can go to a good second school and choose a good major.

Little friend Song wanted to go to Qingcheng to go to university a long time ago. Although it is hot all year round, it is not cold in winter. Sea entertainment, it's cool to think about it.

Waiting for the admission notice is a difficult process, even if you know that you can get in safely, Song Ange has to go to the query page many times a day to check.

One day at noon.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Accompanied by screams of excitement, Qiao Peisheng, who was reading in the study, was thrown down by someone screaming like a groundhog.

"Brother Cheng, Brother Cheng! I was admitted!"

Little Song was so excited that he went crazy, hugging his man and screaming so loudly that Qiao's ears were almost deaf.

"To shut up!"

The man's indifferent attitude made little friend Song unhappy. He pinched his flesh bitterly and asked, "Aren't you happy for me?"

"It's a certainty, so I won't be as excited as you are." No matter how the first line is sidelined, isn't it taken for granted to be admitted by the second school?

It's true, but it's annoying to hear.

"Damn! Song Ange don't make trouble."

Qiao Peicheng saw that the situation was not right, but unfortunately he did not escape someone's little trick and was handcuffed by the other party.

As for where the tools came from, it depends on what good things are contained in the pile of packages sent by Allen.

After handcuffing him, little friend Song raised his eyebrows triumphantly, stretched out his hand to scratch idiot Qiao's waist, and said, "Hurry up and laugh at me, and be happy for me for a while."

"My day...hahahahaha...you let me hahahahahaha..." Qiao Peisheng gasped for laughter under the physiological reaction, but he couldn't break free, and tears began to flow out in the later stage.

He really wanted to kill this damn kid!

Seeing this, little friend Song was finally willing to let go of his annoying idiot Joe, and then admired him lying on the bean bag sofa lovelessly, with tears of laughter remaining in the corners of his eyes.

The child was so excited that he couldn't help rushing over to kiss the corner of the man's eyes fiercely.

"Brother Cheng, you are so cute."

Qiao Peisheng was out of breath. "When you die later, you will know that I am not cute."

Hold!He is still vaguely scratched by the hands of two demons on his waist, this kind of sequelae is simply too uncomfortable.

Let's see if he doesn't clean up this little kid later.

"The bluff is also cute." Little Song felt that his man became cuter the more he looked, just as cute as him.

Smiling, he bent down to untie fool Joe, then sat on him, and whispered to him.

"Brother Cheng, you can take care of me now."

You said, do you owe a fight?

Qiao, who tidied up the person in a fancy way, softly pressed that slightly panting lips when he was tender.

Where the young man can't see, his eyebrows and eyes are sentimental and affectionate.

I was young, my teenager.

This is the best ending for him.

——End of text——

The author has something to say: the main text is over, and there are two extra stories, let me revise it and put it up again.Should be able to throw it all up by today.

Let me be hypocritical for a while--Thank you for your cute comments, mine throwing, and irrigation. If there is no support from you all the way, let me know that I am not in a stand-alone state, otherwise I will probably dawdle and spend a while A year and a half to finish this book

So I'm going to give each of you cuties a big slap! Mua!