Yan Zhuo nodded, gave a lukewarm "oh", and walked to the bathroom.

Yan Zhuo had just washed his hair during the day, so he would just wash his body.

When he came out, Song Yan was playing with his mobile phone, and when Yan Zhuo came out, he patted the seat next to him: "Come on."

Yan Zhuo walked over, and when his butt was about to touch the bed, Song Yan suddenly pulled him and pulled him onto his lap to sit.

Yan Zhuo was in a hurry, so he didn't take his underwear. He would be wearing a bath towel and the bottom would be empty. He said embarrassedly, "...what are you doing?"

Song Yan sniffed the smell on his neck: "Why don't you do it."

Yan Zhuo was a little disappointed: "Why don't you do it..."

"What kind of expression do you have?" Song Yan teased him, "Then I'll fuck you."

OK!

Yan Zhuo raised the corners of his lips and suddenly said, "Song Yan..."

"Ok?"

"That... what's your mobile phone password?"

"you guess?"

"..." Yan Zhuo said, "I can't guess."

Song Yan suddenly smiled: "How many times have you tried?"

"what?"

"Little fool." Song Yan pinched the tip of his nose and spat out a series of numbers.

"Huh?" Yan Zhuo asked, "What does this mean?"

Song Yan's eyes brightened: "What do you think?"

Yan Zhuo thought for a while, and suddenly realized.

meet you again.

This is the day Song Yan met him again.

What are you doing, so romantic.

Yan Zhuo said in a muffled voice, "I still have a question to ask."

"what?"

"You..." Yan Zhuo twisted, how should he say it.

Sex' life incoordination? Or... do I want to?

He was tangled and dawdled, how could he not look hungry?

Song Yan has been waiting for him to write for a long time, and then said strangely: "What?"

Yan Zhuo bit his head and said, "Uh, it's not a big deal, it's just you recently, why, why don't you talk to me?"

His voice was like a mosquito, and his words were vague.

Song Yan's deep and dark eyes smiled: "Which one?"

"That's it."

"Which is that?"

Yan Zhuo was anxious: "That's it!"

Song Yan laughed out loud, still playing badly: "Speak clearly."

"..." Yan Zhuo could see that Song Yan was teasing him.

Song Yan took a look at his face and acted as soon as he saw it. Quickly said: "Okay, okay, I'll tell you why."

Yan Zhuo didn't have the same knowledge as him, so he just asked, "Why?"

"I don't think I should be so selfish," Song Yan said.

Selfish? Yan Zhuo asked strangely, "What do you mean, why are you selfish?"

Song Yan explained: "I think I should lower the frequency and think more about your feelings. Is it uncomfortable for you to cry like that every time in bed... I don't want you to think that I... uh, I only use my lower body to... To express my love for you, I should be a little more restrained, take good care of you, and follow your ideas."

Yan Zhuo was dumbfounded by what he said, and after a while he asked, "You, do you think I'm uncomfortable?"

"Isn't it?" Song Yan put his head on his shoulder, "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

I'm not uncomfortable wow, I'm super cool. Yan Zhuo wanted to cry but had no tears, was his idea so misunderstood? ! He... he just likes to wipe a few tears on the bed, how could it be abuse.

Yan Zhuo felt that he had been blind for so many days, what was he thinking about. Really!

He angrily pressed Song Yan on the bed, and let out a rhetoric: "Come on, come and torture me! I want you to see how hard I feel!"

Song Yan raised his eyebrows, and an imperceptible light flashed in his eyes: "You said that."

"Well, I said so."

Song Yan hooked his lips and immediately turned over.

"Wife," his voice fell in Yan Zhuo's ear, "I just learned a new pose, let's unlock it."

Song Yan's birthday is in November, and he is a typical Scorpio.

Early in the morning, Yan Zhuo got up and made him a bowl of longevity noodles.

Yan Zhuo said, "Congratulations, Mr. Song, you are 32 years old!"

Song Yan picked up a noodle and asked him, "Do you think I'm getting old?"

"How could it be," Yan Zhuo said, "you will always be 18 in my heart."

"Have you seen me at 18?"

"certainly."

When he returned to Ningkang last week, Song Qiao had nothing to do and took out a photo album for him, from Song Yan's childhood until he graduated from college. Each photo was marked with a note.

Yan Zhuo said, "I didn't expect you to have such a stinky face when you were young. You didn't like to smile and pretend to be cool."

Song Yan had no choice but to defend himself: "I don't, you don't know, every year I get older, Song Qiao takes me to take pictures under the tree in the courtyard. I'm not happy. I said that I would change the background anyway, but he wouldn't. He insisted that I lacked a tree in my life, and that tree was my godfather I knew when I was a child, and I should pay my respects and take a photo on every birthday and festival... Do you think I can laugh?"

"Hahaha..." Yan Zhuo burst into tears, "Why are you so funny."

He could imagine Song Yan's awkward, reluctant appearance and had to compromise.

After breakfast, Song Yan changed his shoes at the entrance, while Yan Zhuo leaned on the shoe cabinet and watched him quietly.

"What?" Song Yan said, "Can't bear me?"

"No way." Yan Zhuo helped him straighten his tie, pulled him down and kissed him: "Come back early, I'm going back to Ningkang today."

Song Yan: "Okay."

Song Qiao attaches great importance to his birthday once a year. He cooks a table full of dishes, including big fish, big meat, vegetables and fruits.

Everyone took their seats, and Song Xiaoying deliberately reserved another place beside him.

Although Ya Ya had been gone for several years, they still remembered her.

Song Xiaoying took out a small box and handed it to Song Yan: "birthday gift, bought with pocket money, remember to give me more next week."