Song Yan was standing by the window on the second floor, holding the phone in his fingertips, as if a crab came over for a while, but just stared downstairs blankly.

Xia Zhiye looked up at someone in the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor across a garden, and chuckled, "Boyfriend, it's really a bit cold in the north in winter when you are more than ten degrees below zero."

While speaking, Song Yan could even clearly see a cloud of white mist gently exhaling from Xia Zhiye's lips and teeth under the dim yellow and trembling street lamps, dense in the cold winter night in the north.

Only then did he realize that the Xia Zhiye in front of him was the living Xia Zhiye, not the Xia Zhiye he imagined.

So didn't have time to think about anything, put on slippers, turned around and ran downstairs, opened the door, walked through the garden, opened the courtyard door again, and ran straight into the arms that Xia Zhiye had prepared for a long time.

I don't know how fast he ran, but Anti-J ran such a short distance from the bedroom on the second floor of the villa to the gate of the villa that he ran out of breath, and the air was full of white mist.

Xia Zhiye folded his arms and wrapped him in his arms. He felt his thin body wearing only a silk pajamas, and he wrapped it tighter, trying to block the wind and snow and pass on his body temperature: "Why don't you put on a coat? Just one piece?"

Song Yan, who was so excited that he forgot everything: "..."

Xia Zhiye looked at the tip of his nose that suddenly ran from the heated room to the outside, which was suddenly frozen red, and said with a low laugh, "Could it be that we hate brother because I think I can't wait to throw it in my arms?"

Song Yan was pierced by thinking, so embarrassed that he stepped on it.

As a result, he was wearing slippers and Xia Zhiye was wearing Martin boots. Xia Zhiye didn't feel anything when he stepped on it, but Song Yan's toes touched the rivets on the shoes. Wearing Xia Zhiye's collar, he drilled into his arms, hammering Xia Zhiye angrily while drilling.

Xia Zhiye could only smile and hug him tighter: "I came all the way to find my boyfriend, but I was trampled and hammered again. I'm not wronged."

"Do I want you to come?" Song Yan said so, but he arched his body into Xia Zhiye's warm embrace, "Why did you come here in the middle of the night?"

A few hours ago, he was still posting photos of the Xia family in the Nanwu Tuan Year. How could he say that he came to Beijing when he came to Beijing?

Xia Zhiye looked down at him and blinked mysteriously: "Didn't I say, Song Xiaoxi is a divine tree, as long as you make a wish on it, I promise to appear."

"..."

Song Yan turned around and left.

Xia Zhiye hurriedly took him back and said with a smile, "Why are you so childish? My brother-in-law's private plane came here. He accompanied my sister in Nanwu for Chinese New Year yesterday, and he was going back to his home early this morning. , the route was set half a month ago."

"So you planned to come to me half a month ago?"

"Yeah. Because I thought about my boyfriend half a month ago, I couldn't sleep, so in order to see my boyfriend on the first day of the new year, I wrote the questions during the day and helped my sister score at night. I've worked so hard that my abdominal muscles have lost weight, I don't believe you can touch it." Xia Zhiye took Song Yan's hand and wrapped it around his waist.

⒘ Shuo 銎ā

Song Yan touched it, but Xia Zhiye's abdominal muscles were still hard.

In response, Xia Zhiye just wanted to take advantage of himself, and said coldly: "Well, okay, now that I see it, you can go."

How come?

I feel my own reaction ⑹The second servant badger is the mantle and the skeleton, Ai Junjun

Xia Zhiye couldn't believe it: "I'm leaving now?"

Song Yan took it for granted: "Why not?"

Xia Zhiye: "..."

Song Yan opened Xia Zhiye's stiff arms very considerately, adjusted the scarf for him, and explained in a good voice, "Song Lele and his grandparents are here, there are elderly people and children at home, you suddenly came here to spend the night. , the effect is not good.

Song Yan's rare good-tempered explanation didn't sound like she was arrogant and arrogant.

After adjusting the scarf for him, he gently tiptoed and kissed him again: "They woke up right away. If they don't see well, I'll go back first. You can go back too. See you at the beginning of school."

After he finished speaking, he wrapped himself in his thin pajamas and ran quickly into the gate of the villa, through the garden, and all the way to the front of the room.

And Xia Zhiye felt the sudden loss of warmth in his arms, and stood there blankly, not knowing what to do for a while.

He really missed Song Yan, and thought that Song Yan would also be very open and moved. They could hug and talk, have a good meal together, and have a good sleep with Song Yan. He even gave Song Yan a gift. Prepared the New Year's money, but ⑾ the result of Jiaoyu Qinyu.

He was annoyed by the gorilla Song, but was just a little lost.

Standing outside the gate, like a big dog hook that got lost in the heavy snow, he looked dazed and pitiful.

After Song Yan ran up the steps in front of the door, when he turned around, he saw Xia Zhiye's appearance, he finally couldn't hold back, laughed, and then quickly returned to his indifference: "So you can't come in? If you don't come in again, They really woke up."

"...?"

Xia Zhiye was stunned at first, and then realized that Song Yan pretended to have forgotten to say that he would come to see him before taking revenge on him, and he couldn't help but bow his head and laugh angrily.

Little things are still learning to play with people now.

He walked slowly into the garden, closed the gate, walked slowly to Song Yan, and looked down at him: "Someone's acting skills are getting better now."

Song Yan leaned against the door and raised her eyebrows indifferently: "Learn from someone, it's called courtesy."

"Oh, it looks like we have learned the etiquette to communicate with Brother Yan." Xia Zhiye slightly bent his eyes, and his smile showed a somewhat familiar and dangerous look.

Song Yan, who originally felt that he had the upper hand, heard these four words, and suddenly an alarm bell sounded, and immediately ran to his bedroom with his legs raised.

Looks like someone knows what's going to happen.

Xia Zhiye was not in a hurry, and slowly changed into the disposable slippers at the door, followed Song Yanhuang into the bedroom slowly, closed the door, and locked it.

Then he grabbed Song Yan who was about to hide in the bathroom, pushed against the wall, and asked, "What are you running for?"

Song Yanyi used to be unreasonable and strong, raised his chin, and said coldly: "⑴Xun is going to the bathroom to give you hot water, or do you want to catch a cold tomorrow?"

It was blizzard and snow outside, and it was extremely cold, but the heating indoors was turned on enough. Xia Zhiye felt a little hot in his sweater jacket.

Song Yan was pushed against the wall, her hair was a little messy because of the movement just now, her nose and cheeks were also a little red from the wind, her pajamas were a bit big, but she was thin, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin around her neck and a thin and delicate body. clavicle.

Xia Zhiye had been in Song Yan for a long time, and when he saw Song Yan in this irritating and likable appearance again, he couldn't help moving his head and said in a low voice, "Yes, Xing Yaoyaojun.

Song Yan originally wanted to say "School", but seeing Xia Zhiye's hair and shoulders with snowflakes falling on his shoulders, and his exhausted eyes and shoulders, he lowered his eyelashes and gave a soft "um".

At the end, he felt that Xia Zhiye couldn't be too proud, so he added indifferently, "Just a little bit."

Xia Zhiye chuckled and hugged his waist tighter: "If it's only a little bit, then give it a kiss, okay?"

Song Yan's fingertips hung down by his side, curled up slightly, then raised his head, and quickly pecked at the corner of Xia Zhiye's lips. When J was about to leave, Xia Zhiye grabbed the back of his head and kissed him deeply and forcefully.

Feeling the familiar atmosphere and that moment, Song Yan closed his eyes, grabbed Xia Zhiye's waist, raised his head, and tiptoed slightly, expressing his feelings towards Xia Zhiye in another eager way during this brief separation. Missing is definitely not just a little bit.

The young couple J in love is an age that can't be separated at the touch of a button.

The excessively hot heating in the room made the coat and sweater on him seem superfluous, and eventually fell to the ground.

The bathtub that was originally intended to be filled with hot water to ward off the cold for Xia Zhiye eventually became a battlefield for the two of them.

Song Yan leaned against the wall of the bathtub, tilted her head slightly, her throat couldn't stop rolling up and down, her forehead and eyes were covered with water vapor, and her skin was almost the same color as the bathtub under the water, cold white and delicate, but with more lines. Unusual red seal.

When it finally came to a certain moment, I couldn't help but let out a muffled groan. When my fingers instinctively tightened and grabbed the edge of the bathtub with great force, they were opened up bit by bit by another pair of more slender and powerful hands. With a low and bewitching sentence: "This time I learned to be polite."

So this one bath, it will be washed until the sky will be bright.

Song Yan's arm has always been surnamed this mao for the rest of his life.

It feels like doing pull-ups for half an hour.

After being served by Xia Zhiye, he washed, wiped, blown clean, put on clean pajamas, and when he was carried back to the bed to lie down, ⒑ sullenly said, "Did you hold it on purpose?"

Xia Zhiye was angry and funny when he heard Song Yan's words: "I want to hold it on purpose, I'm afraid you won't even be able to pick up a pen tomorrow, let alone favor your desk harem."

"Sure enough, this is the real purpose of your coming to see me." Song Yan looked indifferent, "You just want to influence my studies."

Xia Zhiye sat on the carpet beside the bed and looked at him like this, ⑷ set. Leaning close to his head, he kissed Song Yan, who was fragrant just after taking a bath: "⒋ I'm here to fight for favor on purpose, and our demon concubine wants to monopolize the harem."

"Humph."

Song Yan was so tired that he had the strength to scold people, and Xin Huo could only coldly press out a disdain from his nose.

Xia Zhiye ⑷ set. He kissed him again: "The way, the concubine misses your majesty too much, and thinks that you can't sleep at night and eat in the sun, but your majesty doesn't summon the concubine to serve the bed, so the concubine can only come from the recommended pillow seat."

Song Yancai didn't listen to his nonsense. Seeing that he was only wearing a bathrobe, he said lazily, "Your clothes?"

"I took it, but it's with my sister."

"?"

"I can't bring a suitcase to cheat with you, can I?"

Song Yanxu kicked him: "Who cheated on you?"

Xia Zhiye smiled and stuffed his feet back into the quilt: "Don't you want me to be discovered by them?"

Thinking of his behavior of pressing back to the room while his family members were still training him, Song Yan felt that he really meant to hide Xia Zhiye from anyone.

Song Yan hurriedly explained in a hoarse voice: "I don't think you are shameful, it's mainly ordinary friends who would come to the house in the early morning of the first day of the new year. Song Lele's grandparents are here again, they are old, and they will explain it when the time comes. It's troublesome to get up."

"What are you thinking?" Xia Zhiye brushed Song Yan's hair with a smile, "I just wanted to see you, not to force a marriage. Let it go, I'll come and see you, and when your family is out, I'll come back. The hotel will not be discovered by them."

"..."

Why is it more and more like cheating.

Moreover, he still took the script of a scumbag who slept with others and didn't want to be responsible. Xia Zhiye was an infatuated and resentful woman who only wanted love, didn't care about his status, and blindly forbeared sacrifice.

It's strange that Song is tired of doing it: "Then I'll accompany you to the hotel at night."

Taking advantage of Song Yan's guilt, Xia Zhiye followed suit: "How long?"

Song Yan was still very easy to deceive: "You can stay with me as long as you stay in Beijing."

"Okay." Xia Zhiye rubbed Song Yan's head with a satisfied smile, rolled over onto the bed, and hugged Song Yan, "Then let's go to bed now, okay? I'm a little tired."

"Well, well, they don't usually come to my room, and they don't care if I stay in bed." Song Yan also closed his eyes, leaned against Xia Zhiye, smelled the soothing smell on him, and prepared to sleep for a long time⑺ Sleep.

He said, "Good night."

Xia Zhiye kissed his forehead: "Good night."

The sky outside the house will be bright, the snow will clear, the cold will be to the bone, the lights inside the house will be dimmed, the bed curtains will be pulled tightly, and the warmth will be like spring.

All the good times.

"But Song Yan." Xia Zhiye said suddenly, "I always feel like I've forgotten something."

Song Yan closed his eyes: "I think so too."

"So what did you forget?"

"let me see."

"..."

"..."

"!"

"Grass! Xia Zhiye, are your shoes still at the door!"

Song Yan sat up in shock, thinking quickly in his mind how he could steal Xia Zhiye's shoes back at breakfast without knowing it, when the door was knocked "dong, dong, dong".

Song Lele's voice sounded like an artificial loudspeaker: "Brother!!! Mom, grandma and grandpa have asked you and your friends to get up for breakfast!!! Let you have breakfast and then go back to sleep together!!! Don't forget to take dirty clothes too!Go wash my mother!!!"

"..."

At that moment, Song Yan thought that Song Lele's winter vacation homework was too little, and at least 69 math papers could be added.