Tired Bird Knows Return

The house was still cleaned to look like a model house. After entering the house, Chen Yanqing rushed into the inner bedroom without saying a word. The trash can was covered with a new plastic bag, and the bottle on the bedside table disappeared.

Tang Ping followed in while she was in a cold sweat, with freshly folded clean clothes in her hands, without even looking at him, she put the clothes back in the closet, and said, "You know, your grandma's disease has no cure, What's so difficult about getting closer to her?"

Chen Yanqing resignedly walked to her side and helped to move the cabinet, "I've never known about this since I was a child, so how can I get close to it all of a sudden?" After Tang Ping put the clothes away, he said again, "Let's talk I am so close to her all of a sudden, does she believe it? Do you think she is an ordinary old lady?"

Tang Ping was speechless by the rhetorical question, then put down her arm, and slapped him on the buttocks, "If you don't know it, teach me, look at Xiaocheng, he is more caring than you!"

Fucheng seemed to hear it, and the end of the answer came. He came in, and Tang Ping went out, saying that she had to cook quickly.

Outside, grandma was sitting on the sofa watching TV, Yang Xiangan and Tang Ping were busy working in the kitchen, Chen Yanqing looked away, "Can you go downstairs and throw out the trash first when you get up?"

Fucheng kept silent, and squeezed him into the corner. Chen Yanqing had no choice but to back up before raising his hand to support his chest, explaining, "Mom saw it, it was quite embarrassing."

Fucheng was funny, tilted his head and kissed him, "Just don't do it for fear of embarrassment."

"hiss,"

"Yanqing," the old lady called out, "Why is the TV silent?"

"Hey, I'll do it," Chen Yanqing looked back, "Maybe the remote control is muted, go and adjust it."

"Yeah." Fu Cheng agreed, but the body blocking him didn't move at all.

After a few seconds of stalemate, Chen Yanqing compromised, raised his chin and kissed him briefly again, then broke away and ran out.

It turned out that Tang Ping gave Fucheng a release device for her birthday, and Chen Yanqing saw it when she moved, and that person kept it in a square transparent box. After moving here, Fucheng put it together with Chen Yanqing's milk The sugar jars were placed together, Yang Xiangan saw it, and Tang Ping saw it too.

Tang Ping cooked a large table of dishes, and because Yang Xiangan was used to drinking white wine, Fucheng also specially went to get a bottle of white wine. good wine.

After half a round of drinking, Fucheng and Lao Yang are fine, Chen Yanqing is dizzy, and the old lady sits beside him and scoops up a bowl of soup, "What kind of wine do children drink at home!"

Chen Yanqing supported her head, looked at the old lady, and corrected, "Grandma, I am 26, I will be 27 soon, I am no longer a child." The wife's face was just a little bit worse. The old lady slapped him on the back of his hand, biting her lip and said, "Are you still a bit human?"

Chen Yanqing withdrew her hand, turned her head, and rushed to Tang Ping, "Mom, why are you so close? Aren't you embarrassing me!"

Tang Ping ate the food without raising her eyes, "Your grandma sometimes can't remember things clearly, it's not that she's changed, and you can still get used to it after drinking some wine. It's amazing."

Then Chen Yanqing was wronged, and put green vegetables in the Fucheng bowl, "Xiaocheng, we always come here, don't you think it's too noisy?"

Fucheng panicked, put down his chopsticks, "Aunt Tang..."

"Liang Yue took the child back to Yancheng, and your father is really busy. You and Uncle Yang have nothing else to do, but come here to take care of you occasionally. Yanqing, you know, has a big temper and a stubborn temper. Lord, it's not easy for the two of you to come together again after so many years, and I don't want to ask about the middle, Aunt Tang just wants you to give Aunt Tang a guarantee."

Fucheng remained silent, and when she finished speaking, even the chopsticks in the old lady's hand stopped.

"Take care of each other and support each other," Tang Ping told him. "The days of separation can't be counted as years."

Fucheng said a good word, but Chen Yanqing didn't seem to be able to put it all together for a while, and when he sent someone back to the hotel, Chen Yanqing got up from the sofa when he heard the password sound, and asked to to meet him.

"I'm home……"

Fu Cheng was drunk, but not too drunk, when Chen Yanqing walked towards him, he strode over and hugged him into his arms, and when he was about to say something, he took the lead in blocking his mouth.

The violent kiss after drinking made both of them a little breathless. Standing in a hug in the living room with only a bunch of floor lamps, Chen Yanqing put his forehead against his chin to even out his breath, "What do you mean by drinking today... my mother It's like marrying a girl."

"Not too much difference," the ending was too urgent, Chen Yanqing couldn't hear it clearly, she lightened up, and was carried directly to the bed by him.

The loose pajamas on his body were easily torn away by Fu Cheng, and when he came back, he woke up from the drunkenness, Fu Cheng's body temperature spread to his body and seemed to give him another drink, Chen Yanqing felt dizzy, but his mind was sober .

With the last bit of strength in his body, Chen Yanqing turned over and pressed Fucheng under him, knelt on his sides and swayed his waist, but it wasn't long before Fucheng pulled him down, laying on his chest and wetting with him. the kiss...

A little longer, the lights of the building outside were all off, and Fu Cheng lay on his back, kissing the pattern on his back one after another, and Chen Yanqing sobbed, "What did my mother tell you to irritate you?" ?"

"Why did you ask so?"

"I thought it was over an hour ago."

Fu Cheng got off him and lay down next to him, "She asked me when I would change my mind."

Chen Yanqing propped himself up slightly and looked at him, as if wishing to see an answer from his face, and at the same time, he was a little proud. Before Fucheng moved here, he called Tang Ping. Now it seems that, at that time, please ask her to give the answer. Fucheng treated him as his own, and Tang Ping listened to it almost as well.

In a daze, Chen Yanqing adjusted his tone, "Changing your mouth? No way, she thought she was filming?"

Fu Cheng passed his arm over, and when he obediently stuck it down, he took him into his arms, "When will you change your mind?"

"What should I change..." Chen Yanqing shrank his head, thinking that Fucheng's father is really hard to get in touch with, and calling him something else so suddenly might cause a big mess.

"Uncle Yang," Fu Cheng said at this moment, "Have you never thought about it?"

"I..." That's really not the case, Chen Yanqing wandered away for a while, and withdrew from his embrace, "I'm going to take a bath, my body is so sticky."

Fucheng got up together with him, and led him to the bathroom, "Did you hangover?"

Chen Yanqing paused for a moment, and then heard him say, "It seems that there are some things that are much more effective than hangover medicine."