My brother became a love brain

Chapter 110

Song Dongyang looked at me coldly, I guess he would definitely not admit that he is a second child.I also realized that my behavior was a little too much, and I was about to withdraw my hand, but his hand held my wrist.

"Huh?" I made a questioning voice.

He looked at me very strangely, we looked at each other for a few seconds, he let go of my wrist, closed his eyes, and said, "Chi Rui, don't provoke me."

"What's wrong with you?" I really don't understand what's going on now.

"It's already packed." Song Dongyang's friend appeared next to Song Dongyang and me at some point, ending the condensed atmosphere between us.

I bravely thanked him, and personally sent him and the staff he brought to the elevator. When I returned to the dormitory, Song Dongyang changed into pajamas and lay on the brand new and soft icing , the line of sight moves up, and the indicator light of the air conditioner is marked with a suitable temperature of 26°C.

The whole dormitory changed its appearance. In a trance, I even thought I was staying in a hotel. Immediately, there was an uncontrollable joy. The scene in front of me was like a dream come true.Of course I know that hugging thighs is shameful, but I hugged Song Dongyang's thigh while shouting "really fragrant".

I am happy, I still point to the seat in front of my table of the same style as Song Dongyang, the desk lamp of the same style on the table, and the mattress and bed N-piece set of the same style on the bed.

"These, plus half of the air-conditioning fee and half of the electricity fee, you can calculate the total for me, and I will transfer it to you."

I was able to own the air conditioner entirely thanks to Song Dongyang's help, but I couldn't push forward and just use what Song Dongyang and his friends bought with peace of mind.

Song Dongyang frowned, as if he was in a dilemma, but thankfully, he didn't say anything like "you don't need to pay", but just said: "I'll confirm with him tomorrow."

"Song Dongyang."

"Ok?"

"thank you very much."

"No thanks."

I climbed onto the bed, covered myself with a brand new air-conditioned quilt, and stretched my limbs contentedly. I just feel that my current life is like a paradise on earth.

"Do you like sweet drinks?" Song Dongyang asked me softly.

"well enough."

"Can it be iced?"

"Okay." I said these three words just now, and after realizing it, I added another sentence, "It's a hot day, don't go down and buy it for me."

"I won't go down," he walked under my bed wearing leather shoes, raised his hand, and raised a drink bottle, "There is a small refrigerator, and there are iced drinks in the refrigerator, here you are."

I was lying flat, but when I heard his voice, I turned sideways and looked at him from top to bottom.

My mouth was dry, my heart was beating abnormally, and even the palms of my outstretched hands were sweaty.

He put the drink bottle in my palm and told me: "Sit up and drink."

I clenched the drink bottle tightly and sat up all at once. The bed shook violently with my movements, and the mosquito net that I hung up before also slowly fell down, covering me and him.

"Thank you."

I said something dry, unscrewed the bottle cap, but took a deep breath.

"Chi Rui." Song Dongyang called me by my name.

My back was numb, my hairs were almost standing on end, and dozens of words that he might say flashed through my mind.

"Put the empty bottle aside after drinking, and take it down when you get out of bed. I won't throw the bottle for you."

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Time is like a stream of water at the fingertips, and more than half a year has passed in a flash.

"Song Dongyang." I lay on the bed and called him.

"Finish?" Accompanied by the voice, a tender hand appeared on my bedside, "Give me the empty bottle."

I stuffed the drink bottle into his palm and couldn't help but say, "You're going to spoil me."

Song Dongyang muttered something below, I didn't catch it, but when I asked him, he didn't say anything, he just changed the subject and talked with me about where to eat at night.

For more than half a year, I basically ate all the restaurants and takeaways around me. For a while, I was a little bit depressed, and I didn't know what to eat.

"Let me treat you today." Song Dongyang's voice was very gentle, but there was an air of refusal. "It's a bit far from the school. Let's go there by car."

"What to eat?" I asked, lifted the mosquito net, and got out of bed on a ladder.

"Big meal." There was determination in his words, and he looked confident.

"Then I will follow your arrangements?"

"it is good."

After we changed our clothes and walked out of the dormitory, Song Dongyang put his hands on my shoulders naturally and straightened the neckline of my shirt for me.

"Thank you." In the past six months, Song Dongyang has helped me tidy up my clothes a lot, and I have desensitized to the habit.

We walked to the elevator, and I reached out and pressed the down button.

Song Dongyang straightened his lips, a trace of melancholy flashed across his blue eyes, and asked me, "Do you think it will rain tonight?"

"The weather forecast says no rain, why don't we go back and get two umbrellas?"

"Forget it, the door has already been slammed."

"Maybe we should get an umbrella..."

"Ding——" The elevator arrived, and the elevator door opened to both sides, and there was no one inside, as if urging us to go in.

I stepped into the elevator and said, "The elevator is here, let's go downstairs first."

"it is good."

We left the school gate, got into the car, and arrived at the dining place.

It turned out to be a container-modified restaurant, with a total of [-] guests, and there was no menu for the dinner, so it all depended on what the chef was going to do.

The other guests were all dressed in suits and leather shoes, but Song Dongyang and I were the only ones in casual attire. Although it wasn't rude, it wasn't formal after all.

I was a little embarrassed, but Song Dongyang was very calm. He asked the service staff if there was any juice, asked for two glasses of juice, handed one to me, and sipped one by himself.

I imitated his appearance and drank the juice in small sips, and gradually I became less nervous.

The food in this restaurant is really delicious, and I'm lucky enough. I don't hate every dish and even like it a little bit. After the last dessert was used up, the service staff took the guests out of the restaurant one by one, and finally there was only Song Dongyang and me.

I rubbed my swollen stomach and talked to him: "I just searched, and this restaurant needs to be booked at least two months in advance."

"Ah."

"You made the reservation two months in advance?"

"Ah."

"It's delicious, thank you, Song Dongyang."

"It's my turn to thank you."

"no need thank me?"

"Thank you for taking care of me for the past six months."

Song Dongyang's voice was not loud, but in the empty container, it produced an echo effect.

A trace of unease flashed across my heart, and I asked him, "Why are you suddenly thankful?"

He turned his head away from my sight, and after a few seconds, he said, "I should go, I'm sorry."

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