The strongest way to be narcissistic

After wandering around for three or four minutes, Qiao Peisheng finally found a shop that sold the little cake he remembered.The location of this store is a bit out of the way, if it wasn't for his sharp eyes, he wouldn't have noticed it at all.

There were still five small cakes left in the shop, each at two yuan, which was one yuan more than before. Qiao Peisheng bought them all for ten yuan.

He returned to the place before, sat down and ate.He didn't know that the taste was different from the previous one, after all, it was too far away from his previous life.

Qiao Peisheng glanced at the wristwatch again. Children's Day is coming to an end, and a new day is coming.

There was one cake left uneaten.

He looked up, the sky was so dark that there were hardly any stars, and he felt melancholy.

"Song Ange, happy birthday."

Qiao Peicheng sighed into the vast night, and in the next second someone sat down beside him.

Turning his head to look, he was startled.

Said Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, why did the idiot Song Ange come here alone?He shouldn't have heard what he just said?

While Qiao Peicheng was thinking in a panic, Song Ange narrowed his eyes for some reason and leaned towards him.Qiao Peisheng was nervous, and in the next second, he saw a certain head falling downwards without any warning, hitting his defenseless vulnerable part hard.

It hurts to be a chicken, it hurts to be a chicken!

Qiao Peicheng's facial features were distorted, and he gasped.

"Yes... I'm sorry." Song Ange raised his head. No matter how dazed he was now, he knew that he had accidentally hit someone. He didn't think about anything and just grabbed the place where he hit his face just now with his hands, and asked with his big tongue: "No , does it hurt?"

Qiao Peicheng really didn't know whether it was polite to boast that Song Ange was drunk at this time.

But this is undoubtedly a secondary injury to him!

"Go away, don't touch me." Qiao Peisheng was so angry that he slapped that terrible and evil hand away.

Song Ange definitely didn't know what he touched, and he did not take it lightly, it just added fuel to the fire.

Qiao Peicheng bent down in pain both physically and mentally, his expression was extremely ferocious, his handsome face was no longer handsome, his facial features could only express one word at this moment: Pain! ! !

After half a minute, a finger came over and poked Qiao Peicheng's head.

"sorry."

The voice that came over was very weak, it was the vain tone of a child who made a mistake.

Qiao Peisheng kept his posture and was stunned.

—— "Go away, don't touch me!"

A voice belonging to a woman emerged in Qiao Peicheng's mind at this moment.

It was a very distant memory. Qiao Peicheng couldn't remember the appearance of the person who said it, but he knew who it came from, the mother who was unreliable when he was Song Ange.

In fact, after being abandoned by his mother, Song Ange met this woman when he was ten years old. Song Ange was very happy. For Song Ange at that time, rather than resenting his mother who abandoned him on the street, his heart was more eager to get his mother's care.

At the moment of reunion, he just wanted to pull his mother's hand, and tried it cautiously, before he touched the other's fingertips. Looking at Song Ange.

At that moment, Song Ange understood one thing: even parents would hate their children from the bottom of their hearts, and he was the hated child.

Under the eyes of everyone, his face was flushed with shame and anger, his lips trembled and he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything, and ran in the opposite direction, using the fastest speed to escape from the probing eyes of others.

Song Ange understood for the first time what it meant to be so embarrassed that she wanted to die.

Because of this incident, ten-year-old Song Ange returned to his cramped bedroom, curled up on the narrow bed, buried his face in the pillow and cried silently all night.

Song Ange is actually not that strong, the body covered with thorns is just a disguise he has to do.

Song Ange has always been a child who is easy to cry. Just a little thing can make his red eyes wronged, but the reality does not allow him to expose his true self to the outside world, because there is no one to rely on to give him a sense of security from the beginning to the end. Let him be his true self.

So much so that in the end, Song Ange thought too much of himself, always thinking that he was omnipotent.

Qiao Peicheng covered his face with his hands.

grass!What kind of strange phenomenon is this? Why does it always remind him of things he has forgotten after meeting Song Ange, and let him once again clearly feel the true state of mind about Song Ange that no one but himself can understand.

"I'm sorry." Song Ange, who didn't get a response from Qiao Peicheng, repeatedly apologized in a low voice. He didn't know what happened to him, he was a little scared and wronged.

Qiao Peicheng's mood gradually became heavy. The pain in his body had already been covered by the memory that suddenly swept over him. He turned his head to look at Song Ange who was still looking at him with his eyes open.

Song Ange's expression at this time was very pitiful, and he was cautiously wronged and pitiful. He was afraid that the other party would say something serious that would destroy his remaining self-esteem.

This expression is really stupid!

Let people see more and more fire!

"Apologize for what you did wrong." Qiao Peicheng said in a bad tone.

He actually knew the reason. He knew why Song Ange farted.

He knew better than anyone what was going on in the mind of that idiot Song Ange.

Song Ange was stunned by Qiao Peicheng's words, and then shook his head. "I have no idea."

Yeah, why should he apologize?

"I don't know, so sorry." Qiao Peisheng straightened up, and when he was looking for a foothold, he happened to touch the last small cake. He looked at Song Ange, who was sullen after being reprimanded, and picked up the cake in his hand. "I can't eat anymore, you eat."

It can be regarded as making up for the regret that belongs to Song Ange's heart.

Song Ange stared at the familiar little cake, and then at Qiao Peisheng. "Will you leave me immediately if you take it?"

In his opinion, this scene is similar to the discarded situation in memory, because the small cake represents discarding.

Qiao Peisheng twitched the corners of his mouth.

The drunk Song Ange's IQ is only three years old, no more!

"you know me?"

"do not know."

"I don't know, why did I leave you behind, you are stupid."

"That's right, I'll eat then."

Halfway through eating, Song Ange looked up at the stranger opposite and said, "Today is my birthday."

"Oh." Qiao Peisheng looked like he didn't answer.

"..." Facing Qiao Peisheng's perfunctory, Song Ange responded with dark eyes.

Four eyes facing each other.

Facing this stupid face, Qiao Peisheng was the first to lose. "Happy birthday to you."

How did he not know how stupid he was when he was drunk?It belongs to the kind of fool who can be kidnapped by a lie.

"The time has passed, today is not my birthday." The person on the other side took out his mobile phone to check the time. It is now thirteen minutes past midnight, and it is June [-]nd.

Qiao Peisheng's fists were itchy and he wanted to hit him.

"Your time is wrong. It will be a new day when you finish eating the cake." Qiao Peicheng started talking nonsense, anyway, Song Ange believed what he said at this time.

"Hmm." Song Ange believed it, and put the phone back in satisfaction.

Qiao Peicheng, who had succeeded in coaxing him, fell back and leaned against the billboard, tilting his head to look carefully at the face that once belonged to him, and wanted to explore his soul when he was Song Ange through this body.

As time passed quietly, Qiao Peicheng stared at Song Ange the whole time, and suddenly there was an invisible thread entangled between the souls of both parties, called the irresistible thread of fetters.

"It's over." A small cake wasn't enough for Song Ange, so he wiped the cream from his lips, and looked at Qiao Peicheng beside him solemnly, with shining eyes, as if he wanted to take another cake from Qiao Peicheng.

Qiao Peisheng pointed to the four finished cake wrappers beside him. "Gone."

Song Ange's eyes could see that the speed had dimmed.

It was this stupid expression again, especially with the white cream on his mouth, which made him look even more stupid.

Qiao Peicheng couldn't stand it anymore, and stretched out his hand to wipe Song Ange's mouth, and said with disgust: "Song Ange, can you pay attention to your image when you eat? It's so dirty."

Song Ange frowned, focusing on other things. "Don't we know each other? How do you know my name?"

"You told me, forgot?"

"Oh." Song Ange once again believed Qiao Peisheng's words.

"Song Ange, it's very late, take a taxi home." It's almost one o'clock in the morning, and there is no one on the street except the two of them.

"Home?" Song Ange frowned. "I don't have a home."

Home, what is that?

"Go back to where you live." Qiao Peisheng changed his description.

"I don't want to go back." He didn't like that, not at all.

"Then you'll sleep here today." Qiao Peisheng stood up angrily.If Song Ange didn't go back, he had to leave, otherwise Qiao Zhixi would have to frantically call for his life later, for fear that he would die on the street.

Song Ange obediently remained silent, glanced at Qiao Peicheng and then looked down at the floor.

The car Qiao Peisheng called would arrive soon, he opened the car door and got in, glanced at Song Ange who was sitting alone on the bench when the door was closed.

Song Ange still bowed his head and remained motionless. The evening wind made his hair messy, and a few fallen leaves were blown by the wind. It could be described as desolate, like a poor little man abandoned on the street.

Qiao Peisheng clicked his tongue in displeasure, and said to the driver, "Wait a minute, I still have a friend."

After speaking, he walked quickly to Song Ange and kicked his legs. "Come with me."

"Hmm." Song Ange was really not afraid of being abducted by others, so he stood up without any hesitation, walked to the car consciously, then opened the back door and sat in, and then signaled with his eyes to Qiao Peicheng who was stuck in place to hurry up. The car sits well, and it doesn't have the poor smell of the poor guy before.

Ah--

This brat also knows how to pretend to be pitiful.

The feeling of being deceived by oneself is not ordinary.

Qiao Peisheng didn't intend to send people to Longkou Street to lose, he knew that Song Cheng was [-]% not at home during this time period.With Song Ange's appearance, he couldn't bear to leave him alone in that crappy place that didn't feel like home.

Song Ange is not Qiao Peisheng, but Qiao Peisheng is Song Ange.I was cruel to myself, and it was still too difficult for Qiao Peicheng who had already experienced Song Ange's life.

Because he knew that Song Ange's hatred hides the pity that makes him feel sad. The current Song Ange is just a poor child who lacks love and is looking for a direction at a loss between right and wrong.

If there is someone who knows everything as a guide, will Song Ange choose to know the way and get lost?

Qiao Peisheng once again fell into the choice of saving or not saving.

The driver yelled a few times, and Qiao Peicheng finally came back to his senses. It turned out that he had arrived at his destination, and Song Ange in the back seat lay crookedly on the seat and fell asleep at some point.

I have no vigilance at all, and I am really not afraid of being abducted.

Qiao Peisheng was very helpless to himself who was once an idiot.

He could only accept his fate to wake people up, and helped the drunk fool into his and Qiao Zhixi's holiday villa.

"Fuck!"

The house was not as quiet as expected. Qiao Zhixi and Delia were sitting on the blanket in the living room. They were both playing games with controllers.

After Delia won the next game, she proudly picked up the wine bottle to demonstrate. They still had four or five scattered empty wine bottles at hand.

Okay, it looks like I drank a lot.

"Sister, I'm back." Qiao Peicheng said while leading Song Ange upstairs.

"Understood." Qiao Zhixi responded in a loud voice. She had to win Delia once today. She didn't have extra attention on Qiao Peicheng for the time being. Naturally, she wouldn't find out that her younger brother brought back a Delirious teenager.

The weight of Song Ange's whole body was on Qiao Peicheng's body. Qiao Peicheng felt that this posture was very strenuous to go upstairs, so he simply bent down and lifted him up directly. It was not in vain for him to lift Song Ange up with the strength he had worked hard to transform the weak body. Still pretty easy.

However, Qiao Peisheng didn't expect one thing. This posture is very stomach-sick, and for a person whose stomach is full of wine, the discomfort will rise sharply.

Song Ange opened his eyes uncomfortably amidst the turbulence, only seeing the spiral staircase with countless double images in his field of vision, and someone's ass shaking because of swinging his legs.

After more than ten seconds, Song Ange felt a little uncomfortable, as if something was about to come out of his throat.He wanted to tell the person who was carrying him this feeling, so he pulled down the clothes on Qiao Peicheng's back.

He opened his mouth, but didn't hold it tight.

"vomit!"

Qiao Peicheng finally carried the man to the room, and was about to throw him on the bed, but his neck was suddenly strangled by the collar of his collar, followed by a burst of vomiting, and his back and legs felt wet.

Qiao Peicheng, who was so strangled that he could hardly breathe, grabbed Song Ange's waist and pulled him off.Song Ange was still holding on to his clothes. Seeing that the two of them were about to come into close contact with the floor because of the support point, Qiao Peisheng immediately protected Song Ange's head, and fell down in a posture that he couldn't even think of.

Song Ange was safe and sound, but his mouth touched Qiao Peicheng's.

Spit mouth!

My day! ! !

The author has something to say: the mentality of codewords is a bit sad, it takes two or three days to give me a slow, and then resume the update.If there is no accident, when the update is resumed, it will give up the follow-up update, and start to keep the daily update as much as possible, and ask for leave when something happens.