law of courtship

Just when Zhi Lan thought he could get a real kiss, Song's lips moved away again.

The surroundings were completely quiet this time, and he waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for the next move.

Zhilan Buyi, he lifted the towel in front of him and looked at Xiang Song fixedly, his eyes were full of water, more energetic than a kitten at night.

"Cough...cough cough...how did you wake up?" Song was frightened by him, and felt a little embarrassed to be caught on the spot as a hooligan.

The young man's love was straightforward and passionate, Zhilan tapped his lips with his fingers generously: "Why is it gone, I still want it."

"Cough..." In order to hide his guilty conscience, Song covered his entire face with a towel: "No more, just sleep with you."

Zhi Lan lifted the towel again, a bit of a clue: Uncle deliberately picks him to kiss him when he is asleep, but he refuses to kiss him when he wakes up, why?

Could it be... Uncle prefers himself when he is quiet?

No wonder... It's his nature to talk a lot. If there is any parrot that is not noisy or talkative, my uncle must find it annoying, so he doesn't want to kiss him.

How does that work?

So Zhilan stopped talking, and he decided to be a quiet and good baby from now on.

Being quiet doesn't mean you can't express your wishes with body actions, Zhilan pursed his lips, got out of the quilt, and crawled on Song with hands and feet.

Zhi Lan put her arms around Song's neck, sat directly on Song's lap, wrapped her thin white legs around Song's waist, blinked her big rippling eyes, and told him with her eyes: I want to kiss, I want to hug.

Song Yang's chest was pounding, sure enough, he was afraid of something.

The pajamas were thin, and Zhilan's buttocks happened to land on an old bachelor, rubbing back and forth recklessly, Song's scalp was numb, and he put his arms on his chest vigilantly, trying to distance them from each other .

Zhilan's arms tightened again, and he pouted his mouth to beg for a kiss. Finally, Song couldn't help pulling him away by the armpit, and said in a deep voice, "It's bedtime now, don't make trouble."

Zhi Lan still remembered to keep quiet, and looked at him with resentful little eyes: I was already asleep...you woke me up.

Song coughed twice and tucked him back into the quilt: "This time it's my fault. In order to avoid similar mistakes from happening again, let's set some rules that both parties need to abide by."

Zhi Lan was as quiet as a chicken, blinking in agreement.

Song patted his forehead: "The first rule of the family is to sleep in your own bedroom and not cross the line after 10 o'clock. Today is my violation. You can think of a punishment for me."

"Ah?" Zhi Lan couldn't help but yelled, then quickly shut up and kept quiet, and nodded in embarrassment.

It's okay, it's okay to cross the border after 10 o'clock, so it's a violation, so go all out before 10 o'clock, this little problem won't bother him.

Song was quite satisfied with his obedience, and continued: "The second rule of the family, you are no longer a child, you can no longer treat yourself as a baby bird, I hope you can be more sensible."

Zhi Lan tilted his head and blinked his eyes, as if he couldn't understand this rule.

Song's expression became serious: "Kissing and hugging anytime, anywhere is something only children do. I don't know what kind of education you received when you were in Huaxia Institute. At least in our family, I don't want to see a A 19-year-old cub."

Zhilan responded with a "huh", feeling a little wronged, he is not just a child who just wants to kiss or hug, this is his way of courtship, how could a cub court.

Song thought about it for a while, and said seriously: "Third, I will let you receive a systematic and comprehensive education like your peers. Your identity is not convenient for you to go to school, so I will buy some online courses for you. Can you guarantee to be serious? study?"

Song rubbed his sore temples, raising a young lover was too debilitating a problem.Zhilan's accumulation of knowledge, emotional intelligence, and social skills all need to be cultivated by him step by step, which is more delicate than pruning flower branches.

Cough... As for the physical practice, it is a step after completing these preparations.

Zhilan didn't show any resistance. He actually "go to school" when he was in Huaxia Institute, but it was not so formal. Most of them were one-on-one courses. There were no assessments and exams, and no one dared to criticize him and was played by him. It's over.

Song tucked up the quilt for him: "I only think of so much for the time being, if I encounter problems in the future, I will add more."

Zhilan suddenly realized that there are three family rules in total, only one of which applies to Uncle Song, which is a bit unfair no matter how you think about it.

"Can I make a rule?" Zhi Lan whispered.

"Huh?" Song raised his eyebrows: "Tell me about it."

Zhilan stretched out four onion-like fingers, and slapped Song in front of him: "The fourth rule of the family, don't lose your temper casually. If you get angry, you must give a reasonable reason."

"Okay," Song decisively approved Zhilan's proposal: "Then, sleep now."

Zhi Lan's exposed arms were pressed into the quilt by Song, only revealing a pair of slightly red eyes: "Good night, uncle."

"Good night," Song placed a light kiss on his forehead: "The second supplement to the family rules, only adults can take the initiative to give children kisses and hugs, and children cannot ask for them."

Once some old men become shameless, they get used to being sloppy.

Song didn't feel anything wrong with this unequal treaty.

After Zhilan got up, her eyes couldn't keep her eyes open, she wandered into the bathroom of the master bedroom in a daze, and happened to meet Song who was pouring water by the toilet.

Song also just woke up, and the fragrance that lasted all night? The dream made him sleepy and unbearable, and he didn't notice Zhilan's arrival.

The part where the water is being released is in the mental state that men are used to when they wake up in the morning. In terms of size, it is too conspicuous. Zhi Lan, who just entered the door, saw the big baby at a glance, and his sleepy eyes instantly widened.

It only took a second to wake up thoroughly.

After singing, he shivered, pulled up his pants, turned sideways and saw Zhilan who was stunned in place, his beautiful blue hair was sleeping in a mess, covering his entire forehead, so cute.

"Come here to brush your teeth?" Song didn't realize what happened. After washing his hands, he turned and went out, closing the bathroom door for him.

Zhi Lan was stunned for 2 minutes before he came back to his senses, walked to the toilet, took out his little bird and looked at it, but felt that he couldn't bear to look directly at it.

Zhi Lan can only comfort himself by saying that the species is different, he is just a small bird, of course the bird is small, there is nothing to be ashamed of.

After washing up, Zhi Lan dawdled for a while, and then consciously went to the restaurant to have breakfast, and the dishes on the table gave him another knowing blow.

Vegetarian and meat dishes are placed separately, and Zhilan's dinner plate is filled with fragrant grilled eggplant and fresh carrots, and there is a glass of oat milk next to it.

The fruit and carrots grown in the manor are small in shape, not much thicker than a thumb, and the roasted eggplant is of a good variety or rich in fertilizer.

Zhi Lan felt that this eggplant was targeting her.

Song chewed on the burnt bacon, and said lightly: "Seeing that you like to eat Lao Tang's cream baked eggplant very much, I don't know how to do that. I roasted one casually and have a taste."

Zhilan raised the knife and cut the eggplant into two pieces, picked it up with his hands roughly, smeared the garlic sauce on the side, and bit into it fiercely.

It's amazing how big you are, just you.

Song read a little bit of venting from Zhilan's actions, he didn't understand why, so he just buried himself in eating meat.

Zhilan ate up a whole large eggplant, and I have to say that the taste was not bad. The charcoal-grilled eggplant became soft and delicate, and when served with minced garlic, it could taste a little sweet, which left him wanting more.

He left a few thin carrots on the dinner plate, and it looked like he wasn't going to eat any more.

Song knocked on the table: "Don't be picky."

Zhi Lan felt a bit of sympathy for the plate of carrots, sniffed and said, "They are too small, so pitiful."

Without further ado, Song brought over his dinner plate, and finished off the leftovers of the bird in two or three bites, as a nutritional supplement for him besides meat.

The fruit carrots are fragrant and crisp, chewing between the teeth, and Song nodded with satisfaction, yes, very sweet.

Zhi Lan watched him chewing, the corners of his eyes drooped, and he pursed his mouth and said, "Who told you to eat it?"

Song picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth, "What?"

Zhilan looked aggrieved: "I want to bury them in the soil and let them grow longer."

Song disagrees: "The tenderer and sweeter this carrot is, the less delicious it will be when it grows up."

Zhilan hummed, turned her head and sulked.

"Go wash the dishes." Song pushed the edge of the table to stand up, brushed Zhilan's hair, and turned to go to work.

Zhilan tidied up the tableware angrily, mourning in silence for the poor little radish, just as Dan Ding came over to beg for breakfast, and yelled "meow", very dissatisfied with the slave's attitude.

"Hey, I'm not mad at you, wait for me," Zhi Lan quickly threw the dinner plate into the sink, washed his hands, and trot out to serve the master.

Dan Ding ate half a bowl of cat food, plus a can of fresh shrimp, and lay down on the ground contentedly.

Zhi Lan squatted aside, seeing the master finished his meal, he consciously moved over to massage his belly, rubbing, his eyes were attracted by a small bump somewhere.

Dan Ding is a father-in-law. After the cat Eggy was unloaded, Ding Ding also shrank a lot, hidden in the thick fur, only a little pink and tender pointy.

It's pitifully small, no bigger than the head of a pencil.

Zhilan was happy now, and rubbed Fat Cat's belly vigorously, her mentality was much more balanced.

It has been said that it is due to the species. Isn’t it obvious after such a comparison, the birds of the birds are more than the top and the bottom is more than the bottom.

So... what kind of species is uncle?

That big is definitely not human.

Zhilan rolled his eyes, recalling the biological knowledge he had learned. He vaguely remembered that species of the genus Perissodactyla had huge organs, including mules, horses and donkeys.

The mule is very weak, and the donkey is too stupid, they don't look like each other.

So... Uncle is a horse?

Hardworking and capable, physically strong, and my younger brother has a lot of resources, all of them are worthy of me, that's right!

Zhi Lan felt that through meticulous reasoning, he had discovered the ultimate unsolved mystery of the world——

Uncle is definitely a horse!

Song inspected the wine cellar and made a few marks on the barrels according to the different degrees of fermentation. He came out of the basement to go to the brewery when he heard someone knocking on the door.

Sonna walked over in bewilderment, and saw Milena clearly through the gap in the iron gate.

"Why are you here?" Song's vigilance came up.

Milena took out a bouquet of sky blue irises from behind, winked and joked with him:

"Of course I came to visit my future husband."

The author says:

Xiaolan: No need to explain, you are a horse

Father Song: I’m so tired, I’m selling a national treasure at a discount, and I’ll sell it for the money