Song Yan said, "It's not that I look down on you, I just want to remind you to make a draft first."

"..."

"If you have studied biology, you should know that there are at most 10,000 taste buds on each person's tongue."

"..."

Song Yan used the calmest tone to explain biological knowledge to him... oh no, maybe it's just common sense.

Yan Zhuo was helpless, with Song Yan around, it was probably impossible to adjust the atmosphere with humor.

He stuffed a bun into his mouth and clenched his teeth loudly.

Really pissed him off!

Song Yan held the chopsticks in his hand and reminded him, "Don't swear."

"..."

Really pissed him off! pissed him off! !

Until the meal was over, Yan Zhuo was still puffing up his mouth so angry that he didn't want to speak.

He was conscientiously cleaning up the garbage and suddenly said to Song Yan, "I noticed that you rarely drink coffee recently?"

Especially today, the trash can is empty, it can be seen that he didn't drink a bag last night.

Song Yan was silent and ignored him.

Yan Zhuo said again: "Tsk, it seems that Mr. Song is still very persuasive."

Song Yan gave a "hmm" and said, "After all, you're annoying."

Yan Zhuo: "..."

What annoyance! He reminded Song Yan so kindly that he would be annoyed! Yan Zhuo was annoyed, he was about to say something when someone knocked on the door, so he instinctively replied, "Please come in."

After returning to find something wrong, this does not seem to be his room. He glanced at the owner of the room awkwardly, but fortunately there was no reaction on Song Yan's face.

Then the door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man came in. Yan Zhuo recognized the other party at a glance, it was Song Qiao, and there were two fuel bottles behind him.

Song Qiao was very surprised to see Yan Zhuo, and he said in surprise, "Huh? It's you, you're a little—"

He just spit out a small word, but he didn't know the other party's last name.

Yan Zhuo took his words smoothly: "Yan Zhuo."

Song Qiao smiled: "It turned out to be Xiaoyan."

He said to the two children, "Hurry up and say hello to brother Xiaoyan."

Song Yaya looked like she didn't wake up: "Good morning."

Song Xiaoying also showed no expression: "Hello."

Yan Zhuo touched his nose: "Hello..."

Song Yan didn't feel curious when he heard Song Qiao and Yan Zhuo chatting, but just stared at one place blankly.

Seeing that he was in a daze, Yan Zhuo lightly patted him on the shoulder and whispered, "Song Yan, your father is here."

Song Yan: "Huh? Who's dad?"

"Your dad—" Yan Zhuo stopped his voice in time, he suddenly thought that Song Yan might be an orphan. For the children of the orphanage, it is not known what to call the dean.

Yan Zhuo changed the subject and said to Song Qiao, "President Song, sit down, how tired you are standing."

Song Qiao waved his hand: "No, my waist is not very good recently, and it hurts every time I sit."

Song Yan frowned when he heard this: "What's going on?"

Song Qiao said: "It's not a big deal. I just played basketball with Xiaoying for an afternoon two days ago. That's it. I'm old and my waist and legs are useless."

"Did you go to the hospital?"

"What's wrong with this little problem? It'll be fine if you keep it for a few days. It's a lot of trouble to go to the hospital."

Song Yan reminded: "Don't be afraid of diseases."

After he finished speaking, Yan Zhuo couldn't help but complained in his heart: "Don't you do the same, even if you have a sprained foot, you can't ask a nurse to see it, what qualifications do you have to say that others are taboo and avoid doctors."

He couldn't hold back a blank look at Song Yan.

And this one happened to be caught by Xiaoying, he shouted at Yan Zhuo: "Why are you staring at my brother?"

"..."

Song Yan also said casually, "Are you staring at me?"

Although Song Yan can't see it, he has to say that he can always find exactly where everyone is. At this moment, he suddenly turned his head to Yan Zhuo, and Yan Zhuo blurted out: "It's not that I didn't, so don't talk nonsense."

The speed of his denial was too fast and too cowardly.

After a few seconds, Song Yan said lukewarmly, "It's fine if you don't."

how? What are you going to do if there is? Yan Zhuo wanted to cry.

But Song Yan didn't give him a chance to cry, so he asked the two children, "Why are you here?"

Xiaoying said, "I miss you."

Song Yan raised his eyebrows: "That's really strange." Then he asked again: "Song Yaya, do you miss me too?"

Song Yaya was suddenly called and didn't respond for a while, and after a few seconds, she gave a weak "um".

Seeing this, Yan Zhuo thought: Song Yan is usually indifferent to others, but his attitude towards his younger siblings is not bad.

He joked to Song Yaya: "Then do you miss me?"

Song Yaya did not speak.

Song Xiaoying glared at him and wrote "You scum, stay away from my sister".

"..."

Well, Yan Zhuo thought, the impression he had in Braised Dantou was probably not going to get better for a while. However, he found a strange point. Compared with Xiaoying's chatter after seeing Song Yan, Song Yaya seemed unusually silent, not even the vicious tongue when facing him.

He glanced at Song Qiao, who was looking at them with a smile on his face, exuding the brilliance of fatherly love.

That look...

much like...

Yan Zhuo lowered his head to fasten the garbage bag, and said, "Then I'll go first, and you can talk slowly."

After he walked out of the room, he leaned against the wall, feeling inexplicably sad. Song Qiao's eyes just now looked like his father.

And that kind of look, he hadn't seen it for many years.

Yan Zhuo took a breath.

It was cold outside, so Yan Zhuo wanted to go back after throwing the garbage, but before he reached the entrance of the hall, he met Song Qiao who came out to smoke.

Song Qiao was a little embarrassed to see him, and said, "I'm addicted to smoking."

Yan Zhuo nodded and asked, "Do you mind giving me one?"

"I don't mind, I don't mind." Song Qiao took out a cigarette for him.