Fast Travel: Crazy Criticism of Beauty Always Conspiring against Me

Ever since Song Cihong became famous after the variety show was broadcast, almost the whole internet has been chasing Song Ci and calling him Zai Zai, and there are many people on the Internet who use Song Ci's various coquettish manipulations to play tricks.

Coupled with the promotion of the inspirational movie "Dreamland" scheduled for the New Year, Song Ci was completely popular.

But he himself didn't pay much attention to it.

Song Ci just came back from the outside and was covered in wind and snow. Lu Chen brought him a cup of hot water and warmed his hands. His eyes fell, and he caught a glimpse of his moist and red lips.

Lu Chen's voice was deep, and he stared at him with hot and cold eyes, "I'm going to see Bai Mu."

I feel bored and uncomfortable.

who knows?
he likes to pretend
The little rascal knew how to piss him off.

He knew that he hated Bai Mu, that hypocritical guy.

Lu Chen stretched out his hand to pinch his waist and pressed him into his arms, raised his hand and rubbed his lips with his thumb, threatening: "No."

Song Ci put the water glass aside just now, his eyes hooked up, looking confusing, "No."

"It's work."

"And Bai Mu?"

Lu Chen spoke with jealousy in his voice.

Song Ci pinched his face, leaned on his shoulders, and laughed a bit mischievously: "You won't listen to me."

Lu Chen had nothing to do with him, he sat in his study and didn't sleep all night after watching the flashing neon lights tonight.

He is busy in the morning so he doesn't see anyone.

Song Ci tore apart the chocolates and candies on the table, he randomly squeezed one and put it in his mouth.

Mmm, orange flavored.

Play the most recent TV show in front of you.

Chen Huanhuan called him and said that he needed some urgent help.

Song Ci hung up the phone and drove off.

He knocked on the door to take it off, and took off the scarf around his neck. It was snowing heavily outside, he stomped his feet to shake off the snowflakes all over his body, and there were a few flakes on his hair.

Chen Huanhuan came to open the door immediately when he heard the knock.

"What's wrong?" Song Ci's eyes fell on Chen Huanhuan's worried face.

"Tiantian doesn't know what's going on, she just fainted." Chen Huanhuan was still a little nervous in her words, so she led Song Ci over.

He Tian was lying on the sofa with a pale face, Song Ci couldn't help frowning, and reached out to touch her forehead.

Not hot, just the right temperature, no heat.

Just about to pick her up from the sofa, when her fingers touched her hair, He Tian opened her eyes directly.

Behind Chen Huanhuan, who doesn't know where the fireworks came from, there was a bang, and the sky was full of splendor.

As a result, many shiny broken stars were stained on his hair.

Song Ci blinked for a long time before realizing it.

He Tian stood up and took out a birthday hat from behind and put it on his head, "Happy birthday!"

"Happy birthday, my loving brother!" Fatty Zhou raised his fists and yelled at him.

"Happy birthday, Song Ci."

Wen Zhiyi stepped out and smiled gently at him.

All old friends are here.

In fact, he himself forgot that today is his birthday.

Chen Huanhuan turned on the projector and pulled Song Ci over to watch.

In the video, a mother holding her baby seemed to have noticed the camera, and she turned her head to show a smile. The smile in her eyes was gentle and beautiful: "Happy birthday, Cizai! I wish you success in the new year."

There are also a group of little girls gathered around and facing the camera Biye, "Happy birthday to the male god!"

……

Song Ci finished watching the five to 10-minute video.

Song Ci laughed suddenly, "Okay, you've learned to lie to me." Those eyes flickered slightly, and he was suddenly touched indescribably.

While cutting the cake, Song Ci suddenly walked over to look at Fatty Zhou wickedly, and handed him the cut cake: "Here you are."

Fatty Zhou went to pick it up happily, but who knew that the cake would hit his face head-on, and he was still dazed when he heard everyone's laughter.

After realizing it, "Damn it, Song Ci, you!!"

"watch out!"

Fatty Zhou threw it at him, but Song Ci caught it with his hand, and gave him a provocative smile. He took a spoon and tasted it with He Tian: "The taste is not bad, thank you."

Bai Mu sat beside him and quietly watched the tenderness in his eyes.

Song Ci was tired from playing, so he couldn't help thinking too much. Lu Chen was busy with work, so he didn't come, and he didn't remember his birthday.

Sitting next to him, Bai Mu put his finger on his neck and put it on for him. It was a delicate and beautiful necklace.

It took him three months to do it by himself, just the design drawings.

She lowered her head and kissed his earlobe, and said softly, "Happy birthday, Ah Ci."

Song Ci pinched the necklace, and leaned on his shoulder with the corners of her lips curled up.

Had a lot of fun today.

It's just that I feel a little empty in my heart.

He put his arms around Bai Mu's waist, not wanting to get drunk, he drank a lot.

"Everyone remembers, but he doesn't remember..."

His voice was muffled, slightly drunk, and it sounded pitiful.

Bai Mu put his hand on his face and kissed him softly. His heart was about to break. His breath fell on the corner of Song Ci's lips. Song Ci raised his hand to hook his neck to deepen the kiss.

Want to get drunk and upset.

The consciousness is clear, but the fundus of the eyes is involuntarily blurred.

Chen Huanhuan and the others at the table were all drunk, and Wen Zhiyi, who could drink fairly well, was drunk, and Fengzhou came to pick him up at night.

"What time is it?" He leaned close to Bai Mu's ear.

"It's eleven o'clock."

Looking at his drunken state, Bai Mu felt the imperceptible loss in his heart almost instantly.

Is it because Lu Shen came here?

He knows and doesn't want to say it.

"I want to go home."

Listening to his words, I was so unwilling to pick him up and drove him back.

Song Ci took the key to open the door, but the room was dark with no lights on.

Bai Mu wanted to turn on the light for him, but Song Ci didn't think about it.

no one came back...

It doesn't matter if you can't turn on the lights.

Bai Mu originally wanted to help him, but he stopped him, and Song Ci went into his room in the dark.

He pushed open the door, and fell into a chest that was tinged with cool air and a faint smell of cigarettes. His muscles were strong and powerful.