"Hey, Dalang, you've finally come out! Tell me, did you steam this person or braise him?"
Meng Fanxing squeezed the tall and strong Song Xianji into a corner, and the scene looked somewhat comical.
Song Xianji chuckled and placed his arm on top of his head, whispering in his ear, "Dude, your girlfriend is rolling her eyes at you, what are you still arguing with me about?"
Meng Fanxing tilted her head and saw Hao Wei whispering something to Xu Xiaojun, glancing over from time to time with a complicated look in her eyes.
Meng Fanxing quickly let go and moved away from Song Xianji.
Song Lang came out of the restroom and headed straight for the elevator. Meng Fanxing grabbed him and whispered, "What happened? Didn't you say Xiao Fei was sick? Why is he here? What will Hao Wei think of me? And who's that over there? You two were about to fight..."
With his mouth covered by a slap, Song Lang said irritably, "What are you asking all the questions? You have so many questions."
Shen Zhifei then came over and nodded to Meng Fanxing as a greeting.
Song Lang released Meng Fanxing and turned to Shen Zhifei, saying, "Stop wandering around outside, go home. I'll go for a while longer with Xingzi and the others."
He originally wanted to go home with Shen Zhifei, but his mind was filled with that thin yet powerful wrist, and he felt a little uncomfortable seeing Shen Zhifei now.
Shen Zhifei did not agree. Instead, he looked past Meng Fanxing and at the two female classmates not far away, saying, "I'll accompany you and help you make new friends."
"Okay, okay!"
Meng Fanxing was the first to raise both hands and feet in agreement. He quickly and eagerly introduced Shen Zhifei to Xu Xiaojun, while winking at Song Lang without a care in the world, completely oblivious to the other's complicated expression.
Song Xianji leaned closer, put his arm around Shen Zhifei's shoulder, and extended his hand to Hao Wei and Xu Xiaojun, "My name is Song Xianji, and I'm Feifei's classmate. There was a little misunderstanding just now, and I'm sorry that you two beauties had to laugh at me."
He was already tall and handsome, very popular with girls, and his smile exuded an indescribable charm. The two girls said it was a great match and sincerely invited him to go shopping together, to which Song Xianji readily agreed.
Song Lang's expression worsened.
He trailed behind the group like a ghost, his sinister gaze constantly shifting between the backs of Shen Zhifei and Song Xianji, his mind a jumble of thoughts.
What the heck? Who is this guy? Is he close to them?
How come Meng Fanxing was chatting and laughing with him and calling him brother in such a short time?
Feifei is like that. She's usually so aloof and a bit withdrawn. Why did she suddenly change her personality and stand in the crowd today?
So what is he? He was kicked out and became invisible by that stinky idiot who flirts around everywhere?
And the pants covering Fei Fei's body were increasingly jarring to look at.
He couldn't imagine what it would have been like if Song Xianji had been on top of Shen Zhifei and torn his pants; he was afraid he would be furious.
Besides, who does this guy surnamed Song think he is? Does Feifei need him to buy her pants?
Lost in thought, her little finger was hooked.
Song Lang turned his head and met Shen Zhifei's smiling eyes. His fingers tightened involuntarily, and his heart clenched for a moment.
"What are you thinking about?"
"nothing."
Song Lang avoided his gaze, but tightened his grip on his fingers.
Shen Zhifei's down jacket sleeves drooped down, the cuffs concealing their intertwined fingers and those unspoken, ambiguous thoughts.
The two of them followed the group into a dessert shop. At Hao Wei's urging, the girl named Xu Xiaojun mustered up her courage and came over to ask Shen Zhifei, "What do you like to drink? I'll order for you."
“I can do it myself,” Shen Zhifei shook her head and refused decisively, “Thank you.”
Song Xianji and Meng Fanxing stood arm in arm, having ordered what they wanted to drink. They then leaned over and asked Shen Zhifei, "I've noticed you only drink plain water and milk every day. How about we try something different this time?"
Song Lang was displeased and was about to speak when his fingers, hidden in his sleeve under the table, were suddenly hooked. Shen Zhifei said to Meng Fanxing, "Double-skin milk, thank you."
Seeing his attitude, Xu Xiaojun knew she had no chance. She was an easygoing person; since there was no opportunity, there was no need to desperately try to win him over, otherwise she wouldn't be able to bring herself to do it if he disliked her.
“OK,” Song Xianji nodded, then turned his gaze to Song Lang beside him, raised his chin, and asked, “Brother Song, what about you? Do you like to drink milk?”
As soon as he said it, Song Lang was so angry he wanted to kill someone.
Chapter 034
Song Lang really wanted to expose this despicable person's ugly face on the spot.
However, there were two other girls present, and Meng Fanxing was a gossip queen. He didn't want to make the text message incident public knowledge, so he could only pretend to be tolerant while inwardly retaliating.
Finally, everyone except Song Lang went upstairs to the arcade with a drink in hand.
Shen Zhifei shared the cup of double-skin milk with him, and only then did Song Lang show a slight smile.
“Hey, I’m telling you,” Song Xianji took the opportunity to pull Shen Zhifei aside and whispered in his ear, “did you two get together in the bathroom just now?”
Shen Zhifei shook his head and smiled slightly as he looked at the people exchanging game coins.
"Tch, stop pretending."
Song Xianji glanced at Song Lang, who was standing not far away. When the other man looked over, Song Xianji gave him a smug smile and waved his hand, continuing, "If he wasn't interested in you, would he be giving me this attitude? Look at him now, tsk tsk tsk—"
He even suspected that, besides Shen Zhifei, he might have unintentionally offended this person in the past, which caused Song Lang to harbor such deep resentment towards him.
"What are you talking about? What's there to talk about?" Song Lang strode over with two small baskets filled with game coins and shoved one of them into Song Xianji's arms with an annoyance.