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Song Yancai didn't want to participate in their childish game, so he said coldly, "How old are you?"
"Five years old," Yan Zhuo said boldly, "I'm only five years old this year."
He opened his mouth to talk nonsense, made Song Yan laugh angrily, and snorted that he was too lazy to pay attention to him.
Yan Zhuo said, "Huh? You...how come you lose your childlike innocence when you grow up?"
Song Qiao had just finished washing the dishes and came to the courtyard when he heard these words, and continued: "Then you really wronged him, this childish thing..." He paused for a while, then laughed loudly: "He has never been a child since he was a child. Hahaha."
"I think so too."
Song Yan looked at them with a sad face, wishing that the tape would seal their mouths.
He shouldn't have brought Yan Zhuo here, Yan Zhuo was more noisy than the two of them.
Song Qiaoda couldn't get used to Song Yan's old man's manners since he was a child, so he patted Yan Zhuo and gave him a "you know" look with a shy expression, and Yan Zhuo understood it instantly. He cleared his throat, pulled Song Yan's arm and said coquettishly, "Ah, ah, brother Song Yan, carry me, carry me, carry me."
...
Song Yan felt a chill.
Yan Zhuo was still shouting, and Song Yan meant that he wouldn't stop talking if he didn't agree.
Song Yan was helpless, annoyed by his arguing, took a step forward and stretched out his arm, and said, "I'll give you ten seconds, ten, nine..."
Yan Zhuo's heart was hot, and he raised his leg and jumped onto Song Yan's back.
"drive"
Song Yan patted his butt lightly and reprimanded, "Don't shake it."
"Oh." Yan Zhuo put his arms around his neck, and An An lay on his back.
After sweating all over, Song Yan offered to leave just after noon, but Song Qiao insisted on leaving him and Yan Zhuo to sleep at home for one night, but he declined.
He said: "I haven't been back to Lanwan for a long time, so I don't live here anymore."
Lanwan is a house that Song Yan bought two years ago. It has three bedrooms and two halls and is about a hundred square meters. It is not far from Xinqiao, and it takes only ten minutes by taxi, and it will arrive in no time.
After Song Yan got out of the car, she said to Yan Zhuo, "Wait here for a while, I'll go buy something nearby."
Yan Zhuo said, "What are you buying? I'll go with you."
Song Yan's expression was a bit strange, he paused and refused: "No need, just wait here obediently."
If you say you are good, be good. Yan Zhuo's heart trembled, but he refused to admit it. He said, "What is it? It's mysterious, then you go."
"Well." Song Yan said, "Don't run around, I won't find you if I lose it."
In ten minutes, Song Yan came back, giving Yan Zhuo every chance to run around. With a bag of things in his hand, Yan Zhuo glanced, only to see the word pharmacy.
"Are you sick?" Yan Zhuo asked, he thought Song Yan went to buy medicine.
In fact, Song Yan did go to buy medicine, but...
Song Yan said, "For you."
"Me?" Yan Zhuo was surprised, "I'm in good health, what medicine can I take."
Song Yan raised his eyebrows: "Think about it."
No matter how much I think about meβYan Zhuo stopped suddenly, he glanced under himself, and coughed awkwardly: "My... your... did you buy the smear?"
Song Yan saw that he finally reacted, and hummed.
Rely on really.
Yan Zhuo's face instantly turned red, and the blood gradually rose to his ears.
How to wipe this...
With the heart of going to his own grave, he entered Song Yan's house, and soon he knew how to wipe it.
The decoration style of Song Yan's home is very similar to his character, mainly in black and white, giving people a tough and dull feeling, very similar to his cold face when he is not talking.
Song Yan let him lie down on the sofa, took out a tube of ointment from the bag and said, "Do you want me to help you?"
Yan Zhuo was a little stunned, swallowed and said, "I, I'll do it myself." How dare he ask Song Tianxian to do such a vulgar thing, he silently took the ointment.
"hiss"
After a while, Yan Zhuo let out a whimper, and he asked, "You, you, you... bought the mint flavor?" His two thighs were chilly.
"I don't know." Song Yan told the truth, "The pharmacy staff took it, maybe it was."
"..."
possible?
Yan Zhuo closed his eyes and had to admit it. It's all wiped anyway.
He lay on the sofa for a while, and then struggled to sit up when the coolness under him slowly dissipated.
He raised his eyelids to look around and asked, "Where shall I sleep tonight?"
Song Yan was boiling water in the kitchen and was stunned when he heard the words. To be honest, he didn't think about letting Yan Zhuo stay overnight. It's just that Yan Zhuo said it hurts below, and he caused it, so he brought Yan Zhuo home for the time being.
"Don't you have to go back to the nursing home?" Song Yan asked, "Aren't you on duty?"
Yan Zhuo's nerves were rough, and he said goodbye, "I don't need it, there are guards on duty."
Song Yan didn't speak anymore.
A few seconds later, Yan Zhuo connected the broken brain nerve and asked cautiously, "You... don't you want me to stay?"
The water happened to be boiled at this time, the room was suddenly silent, and the breath was clearly audible, and the atmosphere was even more embarrassing.
No one spoke for a while.
Yan Zhuo lowered his eyes, waiting for the answer in silence.
After a while, waiting for the embarrassment, Song Yan said, "If you want, you can stay."
Yan Zhuo glanced over, stared at his expression and asked, "What about you? Do you want me to stay?"
Automatically ignoring those things that both parties knew, Song Yan took out two cups from the cabinet without any hassle: "Is there a difference?"
How is there no difference. Yan Zhuo laughed at himself: "If I want to stay, I have to have a reason." He tugged at the sofa cover, "Can't you give me that reason?"
"No," Song Yan said simply, "I have no reason for you."
In fact, there is nothing wrong with this sentence coming out of his mouth. He really has no reason to keep Yan Zhuo. If he insists on making up one on the spot, it is not realistic.