Can't beat the list

When Song Tingyi opened his eyes, there was an annoying buzzing sound in his ears.

He frowned and wanted to turn over, but his waist and buttocks were so sore.

Yesterday, Luo Yao completed the first time in his life in half a minute, but spent the next few hours crying and showing Song Tingyi how capable he is.

Luo Yao also seemed to be disturbed by the constant buzzing sound, he frowned and opened his eyes, leaned over and touched his mobile phone from the carpet under the bed.

On the screen were three big square characters: Luo Chuanhai.

Song Tingyi glanced at Luo Yao, and couldn't help but wonder why he gave his father the name of Luo Chuanhai in the note.

"Hello." Luo Yao pressed the answer button, his voice still hoarse from getting up early.

"Why did you just write the lawyer's letter yesterday?" Luo Chuanhai's voice was a little noisy, and he was probably preparing for it on the set.There was no emotion in his voice, it was extremely flat.If the person who received the call was not Luo Yao but Lin Jianshen, then the poor assistant Lin should have been scared to the point of peeing his pants by Luo Chuanhai's "emotion and anger".

But Luo Yao is not that kind of person, he knows what kind of person Luo Chuanhai is: "Are you not satisfied with this solution?"

There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone.Luo Chuanhai seemed to cover the microphone and said something to the people around him, and the voice that was already unclear came through the receiver, making it even more inaudible.

Luo Yao looked at Song Tingyi who was looking at him with wide-eyed eyes, and pulled the quilt to cover half of his face politely.

"The reason why you sent the lawyer's letter wasn't just because that person said you relied on your father to get the job?" Luo Chuanhai's voice was so deep that he even laughed sullenly, "You and the private doctor I found for you, aren't you? A little bit beyond the relationship between superiors and subordinates?"

The room was very quiet, and the distance between Song Tingyi and Luo Yao was very close, and Luo Yao habitually turned up the call volume to the maximum, Song Tingyi could hear Luo Chuanhai's words almost effortlessly.He couldn't help breathing, and grabbed the quilt with both hands and pulled it up again.

Luo Chuanhai stood outside the shed holding his mobile phone, the wind from Saibei blew on his face, but he still heard the sound of steady breathing from the receiver.

"Do you know how many times I called you this morning?" Luo Chuanhai was not angry, and his tone was still not salty, "Thirteen."

Luo Yao admitted that in the early hours of this morning, when he was working hard on Song Tingyi, he did hear a constant buzzing sound.But the creaking sound of the bed being shaken seems to be stronger than the vibration of the mobile phone on the carpet.

"I fell asleep, so I didn't hear you." He played Tai Chi with his father without blushing and heartbeat.

Song Tingyi seemed to start laughing again when he heard the other end of the phone.

Luo Chuanhai stood with his back to the direction the wind was blowing from, and for some reason he couldn't stop laughing for a while: "Boy, I believe you didn't hear it, and I believe you were sleeping, but as for whether you really fell asleep, you don't know." I really can't believe it."

Luo Yao didn't speak again.

There was also a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, but in the end it was Luo Chuanhai who broke the silence first: "Don't pretend to be me, boy, I know you are with Dr. Song."

Luo Chuanhai cleared his throat: "Give him the phone, I have work to do later, so I'll call him again and sneak you guys to play."

Luo Yao took the phone from his ear, covered the microphone and looked at Song Tingyi.

Song Tingyi coughed a little uncomfortably, then slowly got up from the quilt, took the phone from Luo Yao, and pressed the hands-free button.

"Mr. Luo." He called Luo Chuanhai respectfully.

"Hey," Luo Chuanhai gave a hearty hey, and laughed again, "Don't be so reserved. I don't know if I will become your father-in-law after this, or marry my son to your old Song's family go."

Song Tingyi was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say, after all, the Luo Chuanhai who was facing the microphone was far from the serious middle-aged man who signed the contract with him last time.If it wasn't for the fact that this call was received from Luo Yao's mobile phone, Song Tingyi would have really wondered if this Luo Chuanhai was someone else pretending to be.

"That's enough, kid," Luo Chuanhai coughed twice, "I don't have much time to joke with you anymore. Let me tell you now, I won't care if you fall in love with Luo Yao or even get married in the future. But you two You have to think about it, Luo Yao is a public figure, and there are countless long guns and short guns aimed at you almost all the time when you go out. If you want to fall in love with him, you have to accept the Internet yesterday Violence."

It seemed that someone called him from Luo Chuanhai's side. He responded vaguely, and then said to them again: "It's good that you both think it over clearly. I won't interfere with anything else."

Song Tingyi opened his mouth, but he didn't hear the expected violent threat or termination of the contract. He couldn't turn his head around: "Thank you Uncle Luo..."

The other end of the phone hummed: "I'll hang up first, you guys should work hard too, don't get too tired and crooked."

Song Tingyi looked at the phone screen that jumped back to the lock screen page, and handed the phone back to Luo Yao in a daze.

"Why are you so stupid?" Luo Yao leaned over and rubbed the side of his face with the tip of his nose, "My dad is actually like this himself, and he is usually seen by the public because of his acting."

Song Tingyi didn't move, but was still immersed in the shock just now: "Did you come from a show?"

Luo Yao glanced at the time on the phone screen, lifted the quilt, sat up, picked up his clothes from the bed, sofa, and put them on while bending down to pick up the condoms scattered on the ground and throw them into the trash can: "Idol burden, my dad is here The persona in front of the public is unsmiling. He used to be a serious actor, but now he is a serious director."

"Hmm." Song Tingyi hugged the quilt and slid down to lie down again, squinting his eyes to watch Luo Yao wash and boil water, "Are you coming back late today?"

Luo Yao looked at him with a toothbrush in his mouth, thought about it seriously, and said vaguely: "It shouldn't be too late."

Song Tingyi saw the bubbles coming out of his mouth because of talking, and rolled comfortably on the bed with the quilt in his arms: "Then will you bring me a gift today?"

Luo Yao didn't speak, turned around and went into the bathroom.

Song Tingyi heard the sound of him washing his face and shaving after spitting out the foam in his mouth.

After a while, Luo Yao came out of the bathroom, poured the boiled water from the kettle into Song Tingyi's thermos cup, and walked to the bedside holding the cup.

The person on the bed wrapped himself in a quilt into a silkworm baby, watched Luo Yao put the thermos cup on his bedside, and leaned down to kiss him on the bridge of the nose: "I give myself to you, enough not enough?"

Song Tingyi is not keen on going to work.

He liked the regular nine-to-five life in the hospital before. Except for the sudden overtime for surgery, he enjoyed such a regular life.

Although that accident interrupted the life he originally planned to live like this, and also interrupted his life plan, it also led him to a path he had never thought of before.

He used to be a person who was extremely tired of being disrupted by others, but this time, he broke the inherent rhythm of life when facing Luo Yao.

He lay in bed for a long time until the phone rang.

It was a video call from a child at home.

Song Tingyi grabbed some clothes and put them on indiscriminately, and pressed the answer button.

The kid on the other side of the screen had brown curly hair hanging down obediently, with white skin and blue eyes, like a doll. As soon as the phone was connected, the doll immediately laughed: "Auguriate!"

"Thank you." Song Tingyi also returned a big smile, but then turned slightly cold, "I will try my best to speak Chinese with my uncle in the future, okay?"

Song Xincheng nodded seriously, and the little milk's voice was soft enough to melt everyone's heart: "Understood, uncle."

The doll was silent for a few seconds, holding the mobile phone and blinking her eyes that looked like glass beads, her Chinese was a bit stuttering: "Uncle, you, when are you coming back?"

Song Tingyi frowned. Before they set off from Shangjiang to South Yunnan in December, Lin Jianshen showed him the work schedule and arranged according to the above schedule. He had no time to go back to Shangjiang for the New Year.

He smiled wryly at Song Xincheng: "I'm sorry, uncle is very busy with work and seems unable to go home."

"Oh……"

"Is Auntie treating you well?" Song Tingyi changed the topic in time.

"Okay." The little doll nodded, and through the screen, Song Tingyi saw a beam of light coming in from the window, dyeing Song Xincheng's hair and eyelashes a light golden color, looking very beautiful, "Auntie is very good to me , make me my favorite food every day, and also put me to sleep.”

"Then be good at home, and if you want to go out to play, tell auntie not to run around by yourself, okay?"

Doll nodded: "Okay uncle, I will wait for you to come home obediently at home."

After hanging up the phone, Song Tingyi sat blankly for a while.

He felt that this kind of companionship was undoubtedly a failure for the child, but he seemed to have no choice other than that.

Originally, Song Xincheng's birth was an accident. He was in a dysfunctional family and experienced his mother's death at a young age.

In order for Song Xincheng, who holds Italian nationality, to receive the same education as other children, Song Tingyi has to send him to an expensive international school, but he has to bear the tuition fees and maintain a normal life. Luo Yao's personal doctor is the best way.He can get a salary to maintain their basic living, and he can use the extra money to hire an aunt to help take care of trivial matters at home and take care of Song Xincheng.

He couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Maybe the choice at the beginning was not correct, but at present, he still didn't get the better way.

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Chinese New Year is coming soon in Two-dimensional!

It is possible to go home for the New Year.