If you are asked to prevent the villain from destroying the world, what kind of love are you talking

Zhao Cheng was so surprised that he didn't know what to say for a moment, so he just stared at Gu Bing blankly with his champagne bottle.

Gu Bing ignored the reaction of his friends next to him, and his eyes flickered across the faces of the people mingling and drinking at the dinner.

These people have different expressions.

Some have false smiles on their faces, some have flattery, and some have superior arrogance.

Such an occasion made him feel sick in his stomach, and this feeling of nausea surrounded him, making him frown, and the desire for destruction rose.

It would be nice if all this disappeared.

Such thoughts arise faintly.

"Brother Gu, is that Song Chuyi?" Zhao Cheng's voice suddenly sounded.

Gu Bing raised his eyes and saw Song Chuyi half leaning in from the side door. Maybe he saw him and waved to him enthusiastically.

His smile was bright and passionate, unlike other people's fake and disgusting smiles. His smile was sincere, as if it was a smile rooted deep in his soul.

The thought of destruction just disappeared in the blink of an eye, and was replaced by another thought.

He was a little curious about Song Chuyi's original arrangements for tonight.

Gu Bing put down the champagne, "It's him, I'll leave first, you can take your time and play."

After saying that, without waiting for Zhao Cheng's reaction, he walked towards Song Chuyi with his long legs.

Zhao Cheng looked at Gu Bing's back and muttered.

"Are you really interested?"

As expected of Brother Gu!

Gu Bingke didn't know what his friend was thinking. He walked straight to Song Chuyi and raised his eyebrows lightly, "What's wrong? Miss me?"

Song Chuyi coughed lightly and grabbed Gu Bing's wrist with one hand, "Brother Gu, how long will your banquet last?"

"Huh?" Gu Bing narrowed his eyes slightly, "What?"

Song Chuyi leaned close to Gu Bing's ear and whispered: "That's it. Uncle driver is having a bonfire in the village today. Do you want to go?"

"If you don't want to go, I'd like to ask you for leave."

"No." Gu Bing said calmly, "You are not allowed to ask for leave."

The little hair on Song Chuyi's head suddenly drooped down, feeling aggrieved.

"You can go if you want." Gu Bing raised his hand, pinched a small piece of hair, and stood it upright.

But the little stupid hair didn't listen to him and drooped down limply.

Song Chuyi looked up at him with a bit of confusion on his face, "Brother Gu?"

Gu Bing's lips curled up slightly, seeming to be in a good mood, "Take me with you."

Song Chuyi's eyes lit up, "Okay, okay!"

Those little silly hairs suddenly stood up in response to the owner's mood.

Gu Bing raised his hand and flicked the little hair that he had just pinched, and he felt better inexplicably.

The two quietly left the dinner.

When the driver saw that Xiao Song had really convinced the boss to attend a bonfire banquet in his village, he felt a little embarrassed.

He was holding the steering wheel with both hands, feeling a little at a loss. Song Chuyi noticed his nervousness and proactively said, "Uncle driver, how long does it take to get to the village?"

"One hour." The driver's honest voice sounded.

"That's just right. We, Brother Gu, can still relax in the car for a while." Song Chuyi smiled and said, "Uncle driver, just pretend that we don't exist!"

If BOSS really takes a rest, he can indeed relax a bit. The driver breathed a sigh of relief, stared ahead, and started the car.

In the back seat, the soundproofing panels were lowered.

Gu Bing took off his suit jacket at some point and put it on his lap. He played with the brooch given by Song Chuyi.

The wolf-shaped brooch feels a bit cold and hard, and the edges and corners are not rounded, but rather prickly.

Song Chuyi was watching from the side and thought that Gu Bing's fingers were really beautiful. They were long and well-jointed. They would look great if they were playing ball.

As he watched, he unconsciously spoke out what was in his heart.

Gu Bing looked sideways at him, "Playing ball?"

"That's right!" Song Chuyi nodded seriously, "I feel like holding something round will look good!"

"Like balloons or something."

As he spoke, he took out his cell phone, flipped through a photo, and handed it to Gu Bing.

"Like this."

The photo is a picture of a hand drawn by an artist. The big hand is holding a balloon. The fingers are slender but have a sense of strength. The veins on the back of the hand are slightly raised, giving a sense of capable abstinence.

Gu Bing's eyes narrowed slightly, "Is this what you usually read?"

Song Chu's ears turned red, "No, I just took a look."

He put away his cell phone and fanned himself with his hands.

"It seems a little hot."

The base of his ears felt faintly hot. He tried hard to suppress the burning feeling and changed the topic.

"Brother Gu, have you ever attended a bonfire party?"

"No." He had lived a prosperous life since he was a child, and the banquets he attended were all business dinners, full of utilitarianism and drunkenness, which made the actors sick.

"Then you're in luck this time!" Song Chuyi patted Gu Bing's shoulder, "This bonfire night is a unique festival in the small village where only the driver uncle is the only one."

"I heard that someone taught in their village many years ago and taught generations of college students. In order to thank that person, they specially designated his birthday as Thanksgiving Day. The whole village would go back to the village to have a bonfire. It’s the party.”

Gu Bing played with the brooch and said in a calm tone, "You know these things very well."

"I talk to the driver uncle a lot, hehe." Song Chuyi laughed playfully, "Brother Gu, if you chat with me more, I will understand you better."

He suddenly came closer, almost in front of Gu Bing.

"Brother Gu, what do you think?"

Hot breath sprayed and fell on Gu Bing's lips.

He pursed his lips and his throat moved slightly, "Well, you're right."

Song Chuyi sat up straight again and smiled, "Brother Gu, is there anything you want to do recently?"

Gu Bing narrowed his eyes slightly and moved his gaze downwards, landing on Song Chuyi's buttocks wrapped in pants.

The pants are very close-fitting, so they are very tight when you sit down, completely outlining the shape of your buttocks.

It is round and straight, like a balloon, suitable for playing with.

"Play ball."

By some strange coincidence, he actually said these two words.

Song Chuyi exclaimed, "Playing ball? That's okay! We'll go play ball when you're not busy. I'm very good at playing!"

He patted his chest and said, "I guarantee that Brother Gu will win!"

Gu Bing didn't explain, he just glanced at him and quickly looked away.

He closed his eyes and played with the brooch with his fingertips, wondering what he was thinking.

Song Chu closed his eyes when he saw him, and obediently shut up and stopped talking.

He also discovered in the past two days that Gu Bing had really little sleep. It would be better if he could get a little rest, otherwise this person might really want to destroy the world.

Fortunately, he took a peek at the door of the banquet hall just now, otherwise he wouldn't have seen Gu Bing, who was full of gloom and felt like he was about to be destroyed at any moment.

Sure enough, it is the right thing to take him out to play. When he is tired from playing, Gu Bing will always fall asleep, right?

When Song Chu looked at Gu Bing, he was caught off guard and met a pair of deep eyes.