Lu Dan tilted his head and snorted, disapproving, and it seemed that he was still stubborn because he was in a bad mood.

Yan Zhuo looked at him.

Children are so nice, no matter when, where, or on what occasions, they can express their displeasure and bad temper as they please.

enviable.

Yan Zhuo didn't care, but Song Qiao was embarrassed to explain, "He is a donkey like his brother, and he has a stubborn temper."

With Song Yan, that's no wonder. Yan Zhuo understood very well. He joked: "Donkey meat is especially delicious and has high nutritional value."

He shrugged when he was done.

Song Qiao: "..."

What's going on with the young people today, do you want to tell ghost stories with such an innocent face?

Saying that, Ya Ya came over.

Song Qiao pointed at her again and said, "And this one belongs to a donkey."

"That's not right," Yan Zhuo said, touching Ya Ya's cap, "this should be a little white rabbit."

Lu Dantou didn't want to care about people at first, but when he heard what he said, he immediately pulled Ya Ya behind him, gritted his teeth and stared at Yan Zhuo and shouted, "Song Yaya, listen carefully, now the society is complicated, there are many scumbags, everything is Those who like to sweetly praise you for thinking of ways to make you happy are not any good birds."

Song Qiao: "..."

Song Yaya: "..."

Yan Zhuo: "..."

The atmosphere was so awkward that the cold air condensed into ice.

After a long time, Song Qiao cleared his throat and said to Yan Zhuo, "This kid, there is something wrong with his brain."

"Uh..." Yan Zhuo handed it over to the steps, "Probably watched too many dog ​​blood TV series."

"Eh..." Song Qiao said, "That's it... I believe, you won't mind..." The more he said, the less confident he became, and finally asked weakly, "Is that right?"

Yan Zhuo continued, "Right..."

They looked at each other.

"Well, I suddenly remembered that I have something to do, we have a chance to see you again." Song Qiao opened his mouth and choked out such a sentence.

Yan Zhuo nodded: "Walk slowly."

"Eh... ok."

After he finished speaking, he led the two children to say goodbye.

Slow can't be slow, they walked extremely fast, as if there were wolf dogs chasing them...

The plan was interrupted. After they left, Yan Zhuo also forgot what he was going to do, and it was only after six o'clock in the evening that he remembered his unfinished task. He took the record book and went to 108.

But the plan was far from keeping up with the changes. Song Yan was not there when he entered the room, and the room was dark, so he turned on the light.

Yan Zhuo lowered his head dejectedly, as the saying goes, one rush to the next and three times to exhaustion. He beat the belly in his belly so that if he didn't spit it out today, he would be stillborn and suffocated.

He had been harassed by Song Yan some time ago, but now he finally found a good opportunity to educate the other party with shame, how could he let it go.

Yan Zhuo waited for a minute, but no one came back. He felt that it was not good to wait any longer, after all, this was someone else's house. Closing the notebook, he prepares to go out.

At this moment, the door of the bathroom was suddenly opened, and Song Yan came out.

Yan Zhuo widened his eyes and sighed in his heart.

Song Yan had just finished taking a shower and his hair was wet. He wiped his hair with a towel, stepped on and took off his shoes and walked forward little by little. Because he was already familiar with the layout of the room, he walked quickly. Accidentally bumped into Yan Zhuo standing in the middle of the house.

Yan Zhuo was knocked back to his senses.

Song Yan stopped, and he said coldly, "Who are you? What are you doing in my room?"

The atmosphere was tense.

Yan Zhuo said quickly, "It's me, it's me, I'm Yan Zhuo."

After he finished speaking, although Song Yan was still frowning, the tense atmosphere instantly dissipated.

However, he was still displeased and spoke with a thorn: "What? This time I'm going to be a thief?"

Yea.

Even though Yan Zhuo was stunned, he didn't bother to bother with him.

Song Yan doesn't speak well, and it's not the first day for him to learn.

Are these the point? !

of course not!

The point is-

Song Yan only put on a pair of trousers after taking a shower, and her upper body was naked without a strand.

Yan Zhuo stared intently, not at all embarrassed. Anyway, both of them were men, so there was no need to avoid suspicion.

"You're in good shape," he said.

Song Yan frowned, felt the cabinet, took out a shirt and put it on.

He buttoned with one hand and wiped his hair with the other.

It moves very slowly because it can't be seen.

Taking advantage of this time, Yan Zhuo peeked a few more times, and when Song Yan was dressed, he said, "You have abs."

Yan Zhuo's tone was exaggerated, Song Yan seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "Good-looking?"

"It's beautiful..." Yan Zhuo said. Of course it looks good. He touched his stomach and instantly felt the difference.

He muttered, "I knew I would exercise more."

His voice was small, but Song Yan, who had excellent hearing, could still hear him.

Song Yan sneered.

What are you laughing laughing! Yan Zhuo gave him a white look.

Suddenly a gust of wind came in, and Yan Zhuo shivered.

Only then did he realize that the window was not closed.

He walked to the window and closed the windowsill and said, "You don't close the window when you take a shower?" Suddenly he thought of something, "You still haven't closed the door!"

He said these two sentences too naturally, which made Song Yan laugh angrily, and said, "Why did you come in after closing the door?"

Yan Zhuo knew that he was wrong, and did not retort, but just reminded: "If you have a fever again, it will not be as simple as taking an injection."

"It's two needles," Yan Zhuo said. "Colds and fevers are particularly easy to relapse. After this, if you don't pay attention to a little bit of cold, you will be pricked by needles, until there are many holes and air leaks."

He deliberately exaggerated, hoping that Song Yan would pay attention.

But Song Yan just snorted and didn't respond.

have to.He's simply a master who doesn't listen.

He glanced at the notebook, and felt that there was no need to discuss with Song Yan about the "Research Report on Coffee and the Theory of Drinkability". It was an almost impossible task to win the first battle.