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Song Zhiye took down the cup in Xu Qingdu's hand and put it on the table. As soon as he was about to push him away by pressing his shoulder, he felt that his hand holding his clothes suddenly tightened, and even the small head against his shoulder jerked forward.

Song Zhiye almost didn't get hurt.

He stepped back and held the man in his arms. As soon as he lowered his head, a piece of soft hair ran across his chin.

Hair is soft, it seems that temper should be good?

Song Zhiye put his chin on Xu Qingdu's head, touched his back and patted him twice.

The child does look very small, but it is not as exaggerated as song Xiang said that he is under age. Song Xiang estimates that he is old and his glasses are not strong enough.

However, in terms of his age, song Zhiye can still see through his short communication with Xu Qingdu in a few minutes. The child looks just like he just graduated from university. His face is only a slap in the face. His face is between mature and immature. I guess his plan is not deep in the world!

The little boy who is not involved in the world runs to the bar to get drunk. If he can't find a job, he is crushed by the pressure of life, or he is lovelorn. At the same time, his love is broken and his heart is broken.

Song Zhiye thought so, and patted Xu Qingdu on the back twice, trying to comfort him.

But it's not likely that a boy who looks so good-looking will be dumped, right?

"Oh

Song Zhiye's thoughts were interrupted by Xu Qingdu, who suddenly raised his head. He crouched down with his chin covered. His facial features were twisted into a ball because of his pain, and a pair of sword eyebrows were broken from the middle.

"Rely on it!"

Totally drunk, Xu Qingdu looks at Song Zhiye, who is crouching on the ground, and slowly squats down with his arms. It seems that he wants to see if there is anything wrong with song Zhiye.

But unexpectedly, song Zhiye suddenly straightened up and stood up.

He stood up!

Xu Qingdu covered his nose, yelled, rolled his eyes and fell back.

"Ah Song Zhiye once again took Xu Qingdu's waist and fished him into his arms. Holding back the pain, he said, "no, it's ok?"

Song Zhiye helped Xu Qingdu to stand firm, and immediately pulled his hand, held his chin and looked at his face carefully. He swung the left pendulum and the right pendulum, the upper pendulum and the lower pendulum.

Fortunately, there was no nosebleed and no crooked chin.

Song Zhiye breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to take back his hand holding Xu Qingdu's chin, a little cold fell on the back of his hand.

Xu Qingdu cried, the man cried!

"Wow, it hurts!" Xu Qingdu opened his mouth and pulled the hem of song Zhiye's clothes and cried, "wuwuwu, I think I have nosebleed! My nose hurts so much, sobbing... "

Song Zhi fielder quickly pulled a paper towel from the table and pasted his face. He said in a panic: "no, no, no nosebleed, no appearance. Really! It's true! You believe me, man

"Who is your friend?"

Xu Qingdu completely let himself go. He suddenly bumped forward and hit song Zhiye with his forehead. After hitting song Zhiye with his forehead, he also felt pain. He cried even louder.

"Wow, I don't even have a place to live. Where are my friends! Whoa - "

after howling, Xu Qingdu immediately bumped forward, hugged song Zhiye, lowered his head and rubbed his nose and tears on his shoulder.

Song Zhiye was held tightly by him, and even felt Xu Qingdu's heartbeat through two clothes.

The heartbeat is normal, but the nose and tears rubbing his shoulder are abnormal!

Song Zhiye picked up Xu Qingdu's face and stopped him from rubbing against himself. He cried out in a broken voice: "ah, ah, I bought a new sweater a few days ago!"