Transmigrating Into The Heartthrob’s Cannon Fodder Childhood Friend

What childish place is an amusement park? What is the difference with the elementary school spring outing.

Song Yu refused in his heart.

Lao Cheng was very satisfied with this decision, and the time and place would be determined as soon as it was finalized. There is no room for negotiation.

Ma Xiaoding enthusiastically suggested: "Amusement park is good, I just wanted to try their new theme of the haunted house."

Xi Bowen vomited: "The bride in the coffin, right? I was spoiled, and there is nothing to look forward to."

Ma Xiaoding went to cover his mouth: "You only have a mouth all day long."

On Friday night, Song Yu returned to Meng's house, but was called by Grandma Meng. Grandma Meng tidyed up the house during the day and found some old things. It was a photo album with photos of him when he was a child. Especially call him over and show him.

Under the light, grandma's gray hair was neatly combed, and she spoke softly and thinly: "This was taken when you came to Jingcheng when you were five years old." There was a nostalgic light in her eyes: "Time is so fast, it will last ten years. It has passed, and it was still a little baby." She stretched out her hand and pointed to the first picture. He was a kid who was shrunk on the sofa and played a game console. He was wearing a pink sweater and had a small green face. His whole body exuded the aura of keeping away from others.

Grandma Meng laughed and said, "You had a temper with your family that day, and you didn't want to go out all the time. Do you remember?"

Song Yu didn't even know how he was when he was a child, so he couldn't laugh or cry: "Why am I having a temper?"

Grandma Meng glared at him and said, "It's so rare to have a face, and your mother puts on a pink sweater and jokingly yells "Little Girl" and gets angry."

The corner of Song Yu's lips lifted: "Then you can't blame me. Forcing the five-year-old cool guy to wear a pink sweater and calling the little girl to be humiliated is my mother's problem."

Grandma Meng laughed at his remarks and sighed. "What's in your head."

Five-year-old is cool brother.

Grow up to be handsome.

Nothing wrong.

Song Yu flipped through the album at the back again. After years, he seemed to really see himself ten years ago, arrogant and irritable, but most of the time, he played quietly by himself, clever and delicate. Boy.

Suddenly, Song Yu was so lucky, he raised his head and asked his grandmother, "Have I been this temperament since I was a child?"

The lighting is too gentle.

Grandma Meng laughed, with fine wrinkles at the end of her eyes. She said softly, "No, I recognized it at first sight."

Song Yu put his fingers on the photo album, his fingertips were cold, and his brain tingled slightly, his whole body shook, as if something had been penetrated.

Song Yu dreamed very frequently in the past few days, and he was no longer in the perspective of an outsider, but actually participated in it.

Every detail is extraordinarily clear, as if it was truly experienced.

He dreamed of his sister's wedding reception.

The most luxurious hotel in city a.

The last person she married was a handsome university professor who was as clean as a jade and had a good temper.

A person who was not in her mate selection criteria at all, but walked with her to the end.

Song Yu changed into a gray suit and waited for her in the dressing room.

She is today's bride, with long hair and high-stranded hair, and a white wedding dress. When he laughed, his eyes were black and clear, soft and touching.

Song Wanying asked him: "Did you go to the banquet hall on the third floor?"

Song Yu was taken aback: "No."

Song Wanying said with a smile: "I probably have to paint this makeup for an hour. You are bored here, so why don't you go there and have a look first. The theme of the wedding was thought of for a long time before I figured it out. Galaxy universe, the visual effect should be very shocking. ."

Song Yu smiled: "That must be very romantic."

The makeup artist began to help her with eye makeup.

Song Wanying closed her eyes, the smile on her lips couldn't hide her happiness and sweetness: "That's for sure, if you are envious, hurry up and find a girlfriend baby."

Song Yu snorted: "It doesn't need to..." He wanted to say that my body should not harm the little girl, but when he reached his lips, he changed his words and turned into a lazy tone: "After all, fate is the most unquestionable in this world. It depends on God’s arrangement."

In the banquet hall on the third floor, a few staff members were scattered, moving equipment and adjusting the lighting. He and his brother walked in together, and many people shouted "big young, three young" together.

Song Yu smiled faintly.

I just found a place to sit down.

Song Xu said, "You haven't returned to City A for a long time."

Song Yu: "Well, it's been a few years, but I don't feel much change."

Song Xu asked: "Why didn't I call my old friend out to meet."

Song Yu: "Are you my real brother? How many people I know in city a, don't you know?"

"It seems to be too. Hahaha, few people know it."

The staff brought two drinks, Song Xu declined, and turned his head seriously and said to him, "Do you remember Xie Sui?"

Song Yu's pupils were slightly taken aback, and slowly said, "He...I still remember."

Song Xu said in a rather complicated tone: "Xie Sanshao from the Xie family was sick and hospitalized, and the old man started acting again as a demon, plus a few unscrupulous brothers and sisters. Xie Sui was voted out by the board of directors. That's great."

Song Yu paused in the darkness and asked: "The situation is not very good, what is it?"

Song Xu: "The Xie family has abandoned him. He's a person, he doesn't seem to be easy to get along with. In private, he has a cold personality and ruthless methods. These years, a city has provoked a lot of people. Lost, it is inevitable that others will fall into trouble. Now the person is still missing, but I know that many people will look for him again."

Song Yu felt a bit dumb in his throat, "Xu Family?"

Song Xu shook his head: "Qin family and Zhao family."

Song Yu: "They?"

Song Xu frowned, with a strange expression, and said, "You may not know if you are not in city a. Anyway, I have always heard that Qin Mo and Zhao Ziyu had pursued Xie Sui madly. Love and hate, why bother. Besides, people like Xie Sui are not easy to provoke even if they lose power."

Song Yu: "..."

Song Yu: "Is Xie Sui still in city a now?"

Song Xu was slightly surprised: "You don't want to find him too."

Song Yu: "...No, just ask casually."

When he went downstairs, he heard the gloating conversations of people around him, and he couldn't hide his malice.

"Who would have thought that Xie Sui would have fallen to this point when he covered the sky with one hand in City A. The Xie family didn't intend to make him feel better. Now that he is heavily in debt and can't find a job, he won't go begging."

"That's not enough. Do you remember his mother? The daughter of the Xu family, who was raised by such a dignified and noble family, was self-willing to be a minor third. It is really a sin in the bones. Xie Sui guesses the same. City A likes his face. There are not a few people in the world, maybe they will be supported by a certain woman."

"Hahaha I really want to see him in embarrassment now, so I feel relieved."

Song Yu stopped walking downstairs, tilted his head and asked faintly, "What is the relief?" His voice was cold.

The two young people who were talking were stunned. They recognized that this was the third young master of the Song family at a glance. They suddenly sneered, "Song Yu, what a coincidence."

Song Yuqiancha’s eyes were cold and mocking, and the corners of her lips mocked: "He loses power and there are women who are willing to take care of him. Some people love and earn money. What are you doing? Can a ugly person read more? Don’t be what you are. It's the same. Aunt Xu's matter—" He took a step forward and said lightly: "Don't let me hear the word Xiaosan again."

After all, today is the Song family's wedding banquet.

The two young men dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak, their faces were green, and they said nothing.

Song Yu turned and went downstairs, but a firm light flashed in his eyes.

What is your feeling for Xie Sui?

Perhaps the purest and most innocent appearance I have ever seen in childhood.

So even if Song Xu said later that the person was dangerous, it would not be very convincing to him.

Even when Xie Sui fell into such a desperate situation, he subconsciously wanted to help him.

He has Xie Sui's personal phone number.

It was only a tentative fight.

Unexpectedly, that person actually picked it up.

"Hey."

The voice over the phone was cold and dumb, just as before, not at all decadent.

Song Yu was taken aback for a moment, but his brain was electric, and it took a long time before he whispered: "It's me, Song Yu, I...I'm going back to China today, do you have time to come out and meet?"

There was a long silence over there. After a long time there was a chuckle, and said casually: "Okay."

The meeting is scheduled at the restaurant.

He chose a quiet box with a retro and chic decor. Green plants separate a quiet space.

When Xie Sui came.

Song Yu was slightly taken aback when he stirred the coffee.

White shirt, black trousers, the man is tall and straight, as elegant and calm as ever. When he sits down, even if he loses power, he still feels a lot of oppression.

he asks.

"What are you talking about?"

Song Yu is probably so nervous for the first time.

Although I really want to be a second-generation ancestor who directly throws out the black card, I will help the poor in a straight line.

But considering the self-esteem of this childhood friend, he silently suppressed this idea.

Don't use money directly, that's an insult.

"I... don't have any friends in city A. I turned to you on my mobile phone, so I thought about making an appointment to meet up. Just chat."

He can only say that.

Xie Sui stared at him, smiling, "Okay."

Basically, Song Yu was looking for a topic for a meal.

Xie Sui was obviously not interested.

Song Yu chatted and sighed.

Xie Sui was tolerant of wasting time with him here.

After the chat was over, Song Yu offered to take the initiative: "I'll take you home."

Xie Sui did not refuse, looking back deeply, smiling and nodding.

The car is also relatively silent.

Sending Xie Sui downstairs, Song Yu originally wanted to leave immediately, but Xie Sui asked, "Should I go upstairs and see?" Song Yu was still thinking about how he could help him, so he was stunned and nodded. :"it is good."

Once upstairs, close the door. Before the light in the room was turned on, Song Yu suddenly noticed that his waist was hugged by a pair of hot hands.

The man with a head taller than him leaned forward, full of oppression in the darkness like a beast.

The others were taken aback.

Then, the whole person was pushed against the wall.

The man pressed the back of his head with the other hand, and a cold and violent kiss fell.

Kissed his lips carefully, put his tongue domineeringly into his mouth, hooked his tongue, teasing skillfully.

Wanton and angry.

There was that cold breath in the breath.

The ascetic person is moved.

Song Yu was overwhelmed by the incident.

Feeling Xie Sui's slender hand began to go down, his thoughts returned instantly.

He seemed to have been blown up, and he reached out to push him, "What are you doing—"

However, Xie Sui held his wrist accurately.

Can not resist.

A faint light came through the window.

Xie Sui's peach blossom eyes narrowed, and the cold color between his eyebrows turned into a kind of decadent beauty and temptation. He chuckled in the darkness: "Isn't this the purpose of your looking for me."

Song Yu: "——!!!"

I'm here to help the poor!