sinovels Chapter 19 Pastry
Chapter 19 Pastry
After sending the message, Shi Song immediately regretted it.
He looked at the aggrieved tone in the circle of friends and felt that something was wrong, and his face was faintly hot.
What was I doing just now, I'm so ashamed.
He hammered the hammer with some annoyance, then quickly backed away and deleted the circle of friends.
Seeing it disappear from the list, Shi Song finally heaved a sigh of relief.
Anyway, Wei Huaichen was so busy, how could he see it.
As a result, at this moment, his mobile phone suddenly made a "ding dong" to indicate that there was a message.
Shi Song was so frightened that he almost threw the phone away, but when he opened it, he found that it was Yiming Lin.
"Honey, are you home yet?"
Shi Song breathed a sigh of relief instantly: "Not yet, soon."
"That's good, remember to send me a message when you get home, or I won't worry."
Shi Song was too lazy to go back, he was about to exit the interface, but at this moment a new pop-up window suddenly appeared.
"where?"
That head portrait was very familiar, Shi Song reacted for a moment, and then opened his eyes wide in surprise.
It turned out to be Wei Huaichen!
He almost doubted his own eyes, froze for a moment before clicking in.
"elder brother?"
"Well, why are you injured and still outside alone?"
"Just something to do."
Shi Song described a general location, and wanted to change the topic while laughing: "There are so many people here, and it's so lively, haha."
After another ten seconds, the other party sent a short message.
"To be more specific, I happen to be off work and I can pick you up."
!
He is really coming!
Shi Song blinked.
After hesitating for a while, he obediently sent the location to Wei Huaichen: "Here."
After posting, he felt even more embarrassed, and rubbed his earlobe.
Hiss, it's hot.
That circle of friends was actually seen, it's too shameful, people shouldn't act impulsively.
"Okay, then you wait for me there."
This time Wei Huaichen's news returned very quickly.
This place is actually very close to Wei's.
Just ten minutes later, a black Bentley stopped in front of Shi Song.
The back door of the car opened, and Wei Huaichen was sitting inside. He looked slightly sideways at Shi Song, and said in a flat voice, "Come up."
The chassis of this car is a bit high, Shi Song climbed up on hands and feet, sat down and obediently said: "Thank you brother."
Obviously, when he posted on Moments just now, he held back his thoughts and wanted to sell it badly, but when the person in question really came, Shi Song didn't dare to look at him.
He put his hands on his knees obediently, and held a beautifully wrapped paper bag in his hand, just like a primary school student.
Only he himself knew that his face was getting hotter.
In the end, it was Wei Huaichen who broke the silence between the two of them first.
He threw a tube of ointment from the side, and said in a cold voice, "It's specially for wound treatment, you go back and apply it, it's very effective."
Shi Song was taken aback, he grabbed the ointment reflexively and took a look, and found that it was full of letters he couldn't understand.
A warm current surged in his heart, diluting the embarrassment just now.
Shi Song smiled, and expressed his thanks in a light voice: "Thank you brother——did you bring this back from abroad?"
Wei Huaichen responded lightly, looked sideways and said casually: "I used to be abroad...often injured."
His voice is like mellow red wine, luxurious and magnetic.
"why?"
Shi Song opened his eyes wide curiously, as if he had been lightly stabbed in the heart.
He knew that both his father and his mother went abroad because of Wei Huaichen. Under such circumstances, he must have the best life, how could he be injured?
Did someone bully him at school?
Shi Song looked Wei Huaichen up and down, but felt it was impossible.
With this kind of temperament around him, no matter where he goes, he is the existence of the favored son of heaven, how could anyone dare to bully him.
Wei Huaichen felt the gaze of the young man next to him, and it seemed to be numbly touching him with substance, extremely soft.
But he didn't continue talking.
Wei Huaichen's figure was heavy in the night, and he seemed a little lonely for no reason.It seems to be a dark shadow that makes people feel that they will be swallowed just by getting close.
Shi Song couldn't help but leaned forward a little bit, and asked tentatively, "Brother?"
Caught off guard, Wei Huaichen turned his head.
The eyes of the two collided in the air, and at the moment of contact, Song's scalp felt a little numb, his heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly pushed away.
"fine."
But immediately after, Wei Huaichen smiled gently: "It's all small problems."
Seeing that Wei Huaichen really didn't want to say anything, Shi Song could only retract his curious thoughts.
He grabbed the small paper bag next to him, a little hesitant whether to give it to him or not.
Shi Song was not idle just now, he went to buy pastries.
After all, it is Wei Huaichen, who has never eaten anything since he was a child, so these are nothing to him.
Shi Song hesitated.
But this one is really delicious.
Wei Huaichen was looking out of the window indifferently, at this moment something warm was stuffed into his hand.
He lowered his eyes and found that it was a box of snacks.
This pastry is sold by a well-known time-honored brand in Beijing. It is placed in a dark green plastic box. Although the packaging is simple, it tastes very sweet.
No wonder Wei Huaichen could vaguely smell a faint sweet smell since Shi Song got into the car just now.
He turned to look at Shi Song: "This is?"
Shi Song smiled with his eyes bent, and his voice was brisk: "Have you ever eaten this?"
"I bought it specially for you, brother, you can try it."
"Bought it for me?"
Wei Huaichen looked down at the box of pastries.
"Of course," Shi Song didn't worry about it now that he had sent it out, he replied briskly, "I stopped by to line up when I was waiting for you, but luckily there was no one there today."
"I wanted to eat when this store first opened, but I had to queue for more than two hours to get there."
"I can't get used to this kind of sweet..."
Wei Huaichen was about to say something.
But at this moment, Shi Song had already pulled the piece of pastry out of Wei Huaichen's hand.
With an empty hand, the warmth is gone.
Wei Huaichen shook Wukong's hand.
He lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes were pulled down, casting a small row of neat shadows under his eyes.
Shi Song didn't notice his movement, he opened the packing bag rustlingly.
"Just try it."
Immediately afterwards, Wei Huaichen felt that a piece of soft pastry was stuffed into his hand.
Shi Song unpacked it, picked up a piece and put it in a box and gave it to him: "I just wiped my hands, don't be disgusted."
The sweetness of the pastry is more intuitive and attractive. It is small and exquisite, with cream embellishment on it, revealing a sweet texture.
Wei Huaichen saw Shi Song looking at him with sparkling eyes.
Those cat-like eyes were wide open, slightly shiny in the dark car, Shi Song's pupils were very light in color, reflecting the feasting lights outside the car window, Wei Huaichen could feel it just sitting here A lively warmth came.
His eyes suddenly fluctuated.
Wei Huaichen turned his head and took a bite of the pastry stuffed into his hand: "Well, it's delicious."
It should be delicious indeed.
Although Wei Huaichen didn't taste it much, he felt that it was right to boast so much.
In the night, the boy bent his eyes with clear eyes.
It was in stark contrast to last night's haze and chaos.
"Look, my taste is okay!"
Shi Song became happy, and there was a smile in his voice: "Then you can take it home. If you still want to eat it in the future, I can buy it for you, and I will repay the ointment you gave me at that time."
Wei Huaichen also turned his head: "Yes."
He looked at his hand, which was tightly clenched into a fist, the light-colored veins on it were exposed, and the palm of his hand ached from the grip.
And his voice was in stark contrast to this masochistic action.
he heard himself asking softly and calmly.
"How did you remember to buy me pastries?"
Shi Song turned his head and blinked slightly.