Chapter 789: The Dark and Lonely Boy and His Red and White Rose? (33)
The dark and lonely boy and his red and white rose? (Thirty-three)
When Wu Ge learned the news, Lance was taking shelter from the rain at the entrance of the supermarket, waiting for Song Ning to pick him up.
Recently, because of Amanda's "righteousness", Lance has a little more fans than before.
Most of these fans were former fans of the group. Now that they found out that the relationship between Linqi and Lans is not as Linqi has always said, they are slowly starting to feel guilty. They believe that changing to being fans of Lans is a kind of compensation for Lans.
But this makes no difference to Lance. Instead, Song Ning has been a little depressed recently because of this.
"You are a bunch of fence-sitters. Your love is even worse than a piece of dogtail grass."
Song Ning thought so, but still persuaded Wu Ge to open a new super topic about Lance overnight, and calm down this small group of new fans as quickly as possible.
However, because those in the company still don't think highly of Lance for the time being, all these things fall on him alone.
Because of this, Lance hasn't had the chance to see Song Ning properly for two or three days. Now that he has finally got the chance, he must seize it.
Lance and Song Ning had planned to go out and buy some fresh ingredients and get some fresh air. When Song Ning came to pick him up, he immediately noticed that there was only a simple shopping bag at Lance's feet.
"Didn't you say you wanted to buy some fresh ingredients?"
Song Ning tilted the umbrella slightly, bent down and picked up the shopping bag. It felt quite light and didn't seem to be filled with a lot of food.
Lance followed his movements and went under the umbrella. A faint scent of shampoo lingered in the air. Even with a black mask on, he could smell it clearly. Just like the rain, it had a clean fragrance that washed away everything, which was very suitable for Song Ning.
"There was a guy staring at me in the supermarket. I was afraid he might recognize me, so I checked out first. Did you wash your hair just now?"
Song Ning's heart suddenly skipped a beat while he was holding an umbrella. Did Lance notice that he washed his hair?
The shoulder holding the umbrella was a little stiff. Song Ning walked while paying attention to shielding Lance from the rain, trying not to let a single drop of rain fall on Lance.
"Well, I've been following your super topic these past few days. Before I went out, I noticed that my hair was a little too greasy, so I washed it."
Song Ning didn't want Lance to think of him as a greasy and dark man.
So even though time was very tight, he chose to spend three minutes quickly washing his hair.
Lance felt a little helpless when he heard him say that he was busy with the super chat.
He actually didn't want Song Ning to be too concerned about this or be too busy.
But there is no way, Song Ning seems to care a lot about his fans or seems to care a lot about his development. Could it be that Song Ning is actually his career fan now?
Lance was a little conflicted, but a faint smile appeared on his face, with a hint of smile at the corner of his eye.
"It's good, and your shampoo smells good, it's the smell I like."
Song Ning stepped on his own heel and almost fell.
"Be careful!" Lance subconsciously stretched out his arm to grab the person, and a thin waist was caught in his arm. The waist was too thin. Lance only had time to think of this before Song Ning dodged as if he had been electrocuted.
"Feel sorry."
Lance apologized subconsciously, but Song Ning stiffened.
What is he doing? What was he doing just now?
Song Ning froze for a moment before he slowly came back to his senses. He had clearly had a great opportunity to have close contact with Lance!
But what was he doing just now? His first reaction was to jump away?
Is he a fool?
Song Ning cursed himself several times in his mind before he thanked Lance with a stern face.
"Thank you for what I did just now, Brother Lans. I wasn't paying enough attention while walking."
Lance wasn't too disappointed, he just had a hint of meaning.
"It's okay. You were distracted because of what I said."
Song Ning thought about it and didn't refute.
But he didn't know what to say. Should he say that he was indeed imagining Lance getting closer to him, sniffing his hair bit by bit, then moving down along his hair bit by bit and leaning on his shoulder and neck in an ambiguous manner, maybe even gently biting a tooth mark on his collarbone?
Or he could tell Lance that he was just imagining that on their anniversary, he and Lance were walking out of a couple's restaurant after dinner, holding hands and asking Lance what gift he wanted. Lance gave him a mysterious smile, then took him into a creative perfume and birth control store, picked up the latest ultra-thin zero-distance perfume and said to him, "I want to use this scent that I like best on my favorite person tonight?"
Song Ning kept a stern face and said nothing, only his heartbeat revealed some of his thoughts.
Just at this moment, Lance spoke again.
"By the way, I didn't buy any suitable ingredients. Do you want to eat together tonight? You are alone too, right? Is there anything you want to eat?"
Song Ning was lost in fantasy and almost blurted out "I want to eat you".
Fortunately, he was not so confused as to distinguish between reality and fantasy. Even though he was actually frightened to the point of breaking out in a cold sweat, on the surface his fingers holding the umbrella remained motionless and his tone was as calm as an ancient well.
"I'm fine with either, just pick the one you like."
Two seconds after he finished speaking, he added another sentence.
"I can eat something ordinary, brother, you can eat better by yourself, you don't have to take special care of me."
Lance glanced at him and refused.
"Then how can we have dinner together?"
Song Ning tilted his head, looking serious.
"I can pack it up and eat with you at the restaurant you want to go to."
Lance didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Then we might be kicked out by the store. I haven't heard of any private chef being so generous as to allow takeout food into the store."
And he chose to eat at a private chef, wasn’t it just because he wanted Song Ning to eat better?
If Song Ning were really asked to pack up the food and eat with him, wouldn't that be going against Tian Gang's will?
Lance gave up the idea of going to the private kitchen with some regret. He thought for a while and said, "In that case, why don't we go downstairs to eat? The noodle shop downstairs tastes pretty good. What do you think?"
Song Ning carefully recalled the noodle shop he mentioned, and after confirming that the price was around 20 to 30 yuan per serving, he nodded.
"Okay, let's go to that one then."
He held an umbrella and unconsciously got very close to Lanshead. The atmosphere between the two people was very harmonious. A girl who had been walking behind them heard it and couldn't help but took out her cell phone, took a picture of their backs and sent it.
[Today I met a loving couple who were discussing what to eat. One wanted to be nice to her lover and took him out for a big meal, while the other wanted to save money for her lover and refused. In the end, the two decided to go to a small noodle restaurant together. It was great. I felt like today was another day to believe in love. ]