Chapter 758: The Dark and Lonely Boy and His Red and White Rose? (2)

Chapter 758: The Dark and Lonely Boy and His Red and White Rose? (2)

The Dark and Lonely Boy and His Red and White Rose? (XII)

Song Ning regretted it as soon as he asked.

"I'm sorry I'm not, thank you."

Lance bent down to pick up the bag he had dropped and waved his hand.

"As long as you're fine."

He stood up straight and walked forward, then looked back in confusion after two steps.

"Not coming along?"

Song Ning opened his mouth and wanted to ask Lance if he didn't want to say anything?

But he inexplicably felt that this made him feel fortunate.

He picked up the other bag and ran after him, while Lance stood by the road, waiting for him to approach.

"Not a friend? But I recognize you. You were the good-looking guy in the nightclub last time, right?"

Song Ning stared at him blankly, "You, recognized me?"

He was clearly wearing a mask.

Lance put one hand in his pocket and looked over with a hint of smile in his eyes. "We are quite perceptive in this area, and you are easy to recognize."

Song Ning's fingers holding the bag trembled slightly, and his heart was pounding as if it was about to break through his chest.

He opened his mouth to say something, but his mind went blank.

For a long moment, he tilted his head.

"Then... don't you think I'm suspicious?"

After asking, he fell silent.

What's the difference between asking this and asking about a suicide truck?

The atmosphere seemed to become sticky and time seemed to have passed for a long century. Lance adjusted the brim of his hat.

"I thought this was your normal working hours? Wasn't that also your job at the nightclub last time?"

He paused, and there seemed to be a hint of smile in his tone.

"And I don't think that someone who has bad intentions towards me would come to rescue me without a second thought in the situation just now."

not like this.

Song Ning looked at the eyes that seemed to be full of trust, and felt that he was so despicable with a dark heart.

He didn't just want to save Lance. He had even thought about it long ago. After he blocked the attack for Lance, he would definitely get hurt. Then he might have a chance to enter Lance's room naturally.

What's more, it made Lance never forget him from then on, and he occupied an indelible place in Lance's heart.

He wasn't as good as Lance thought.

After a long struggle of thoughts, Song Ning revealed a smile that was uglier than crying.

"I'm glad you didn't misunderstand me. I was afraid you were thinking too much."

Lance withdrew his gaze, and a barely perceptible hint of annoyance flashed across his brows.

"Not really. Even though I'm an artist, I'm not to the point where I'd become paranoid about anyone I see."

He turned around and said, "Let's go. Don't delay your work too much."

The atmosphere became eerily calm, and Song Ning followed Lance's footsteps closely.

He got into the elevator and wrote down the room number.

"Okay, please deliver it. Thank you."

Lance leaned against the door frame and watched him put the things down. Song Ning grabbed the crack of the door with his fingers, his expression stiff.

"Well, I'll go back to work then."

"Wait a moment."

Song Ning took several steps before he heard Lance's voice behind him. He subconsciously turned his head.

"this is for you."

A bottle of cold peach-flavored drink was pressed against his cheek. Song Ning looked up: "?"

"Take it."

Lance took his hand back and said, "This is a thank you for your trouble. Your face is a little red. Drink something to cool it down."

"Thanks……"

The door was closed in front of him, and Song Ning's expression changed from excitement to gloomy.

The next second, he picked up the drink and cooled himself down.

Song Ning, Song Ning, what are you dreaming about?

You have been very lucky and successful today. You shouldn't have too many wishful thinking. Lance is not from the same world as you. It is you, a greedy, mean and dark creature, who is trying to climb up to him without knowing what is good for you. Don't you understand that?

"Oh, there's one thing I think I need to make clear."

The door behind him opened and Song Ning broke out in a cold sweat.

He adjusted his expression a little stiffly and turned around, "...what's the matter?"

Lance took off his mask and glanced at him quickly, but his eyes fell to the ground again.

"I'm sorry for telling others that you are my friend without your consent."

His eyelashes trembled slightly. "I know that many ordinary people would mind being kissed by boys. I will keep my distance from you in the future."

Song Ning was about to say it was okay, but his mind suddenly changed.

The eyes hidden under the hair are almost shining. What does this mean?

Song Ning looked at Lance, who turned his head to the side with his brows lowered, his heart pounding, but he pretended to be calm.

"In fact, if you hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten about it. You don't have to take it so seriously... Was that your first kiss?"

Lance's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he agreed.

A huge feeling of ecstasy surged into his heart, and Song Ning could hardly hide his expression.

He pinched his hands behind his back until his palms were full of marks, and then he acted as if it was accidental.

"Ah, no wonder you care so much. But it's really okay, it's my first kiss too, but they're both boys so it's not a big deal."

He stared at Lance's expression, trying to figure out something.

Lance's eyelashes fluttered slightly and his lips parted as he was about to say something.

"Why are you standing at the door like this?"

A voice came from behind Song Ning and went straight towards Lance.

Song Ning watched as Lance, who had been a little shy just now, straightened his back instantly and his temperament changed.

"Brother, why are you here again? Didn't you say you didn't have any plans for today?"

Wu Ge turned his head warily and glanced at Song Ning, with vigilance obvious in his eyes.

"Who is he?"

Song Ning's whole body was stiff.

Lance glanced over and spoke in a very natural tone.

"It's the delivery guy from the neighborhood supermarket. He just delivered something."

He seemed to push Wu Angkor into the door casually, but he looked at Song Ning deeply before closing the door.

"Brother, what are you doing here..."

The pleasant voice was blocked, and Song Ning breathed a sigh of relief, but his brows suddenly became gloomy.

Was that person just now Lance’s agent?

He's just a loser who can't even manage an account. How could such a person be Lance's agent?

If it were him, he would never let those people attack Lance's account at will and do nothing!

Song Ning bit his nails and suddenly realized that he might have gone in the wrong direction.

Working as a cashier in the community can certainly get close to Lance, but there is no way to go further.

If he was just a familiar neighbor in the community, his existence would still be dispensable to Lance.

That alone wasn't enough, he wanted a relationship that was more important to Lance.

Song Ning stared at the tightly closed door until his eyes turned red.

What if, what if the person standing next to Lance just now was him?

What if his presence became important to Lance?

How can we do this? Is there any way to do it?