Can't beat the list

A meal is like a three-legged confrontation, and the balance on the table cannot be maintained without any one party.A simple summary is that Luo Yuelin crazily feeds Luo Yao with vegetables, and by the way goes crazy about Luo Yao; Luo Yao can't stand this wave of offensive, and opens his mouth to direct the artillery fire to Zhang Chengyan and He Shu; Bring the topic back up again.

It was neither early nor late when dinner was over, exactly eight o'clock in the evening.

Luo Yao took a bunch of packed lo mei and sausages from Luo Yuelin, wrapped in a scarf, and said goodbye to the family of three with a smile.

Luo Yuelin's house was not far from his house, half a district away, and it was only half an hour's drive away.

The community is not deserted. Almost every house has red lanterns hung on the doorstep, and happy Spring Festival couplets are pasted on the doorstep. There are also many parents who bring their children out to play with fireworks.

Luo Yao parked the car in the garage, and slowly swayed to the door with a large bag of things.

The lawn in the yard in front of the villa has long been withered and yellow, and the property provides lawn maintenance services every week. Luo Yao is a VIP user of this service.His house looked out of place amidst the beaming red.

He is not keen on hanging red lanterns, nor does he like to stick Spring Festival couplets on the door, because it will be troublesome to tear them off, and he does not want to stand in front of the door for a long time at the end of the New Year.

Getting started is still as cold as the bone.

There is no floor heating in Luo Yao's house, only radiators are installed.But he really didn't want to check the gas stove, put the battery back in, and turn on the radiators one by one.

He exhaled hot air from his mouth, and after changing his shoes, he carried the things to the kitchen and put them away one by one.

This is another benefit of going to Luo Yuelin's house for New Year's Eve dinner, at least he won't have nothing to eat for the next three days.

The refrigerator, which was originally empty, was half full. Luo Yao took out a box of West Lake Longjing from the compartment, which he had left unused for a long time, and made himself a cup of hot tea clumsily.

He sat on the sofa and turned on the TV.

It's already past nine o'clock, and now the performance of the Spring Festival Gala is a dance full of ethnic characteristics.

Luo Yao held the glass and blew carefully, and sent a message to Luo Chuanhai with his mobile phone.

The whole room was empty, only the Spring Festival Gala program on TV was playing melodious music.Luo Yao nestled on the sofa, the thick cashmere scarf was still wrapped around his neck, and the hand holding the glass was a little red from the heat.

He kind of misses his mother.

Qiu Zhao is a very gentle person, Luo Yao vaguely remembers that she seems to be a writer, sitting at the desk and writing non-stop in front of the computer or manuscript paper every day.

But it seems that it is precisely because her profession is so different from Luo Chuanhai's that Qiu Zhao has been sitting at home writing for almost ten years, but Luo Chuanhai has also been running around filming for more than ten years.

Thinking about it now, Luo Yao had no idea how they fell in love, got married and gave birth to him.

He remembered that Qiu Zhao and Luo Chuanhai divorced when he was very young.He didn't know how Luo Chuanhai won his custody. He only knew that one day, his mother dragged the suitcase and left, and then he rarely saw her again, sometimes once a week, sometimes even every few days. Qiu Zhaocai called to inquire about his situation after months of not being able to see each other.

He didn't understand at the time, thinking that his father didn't come home all the year round and made his mother angry. Later, he found out that after Qiu Zhao left them, he ran around the world, wrote many books, and became a well-known author.

From the time he saw his mother's book in the bookstore, he seemed to understand at that time that his father and mother seemed to be the same kind of people, and they both wanted to leave their marks in every corner of the world.Luo Chuanhai recorded his traces with video, and Qiu Zhao left her shadow with words.

In Luo Yao's eyes, neither of them can be regarded as qualified parents, but more like idealists pursuing their dreams.

But it is such a close family environment that makes him more mature and independent than his peers, but at the same time he does not break away from a loving family atmosphere.

When Luo Yao was young, every few years he could wait for the family reunion to sit together for dinner, but since he grew up, the relationship between him, Luo Chuanhai and Qiu Zhao has gradually become unpredictable.

On the one hand, both he and Luo Chuanhai are busy with work for various reasons. Although Qiu Zhao no longer travels all over the world to collect information, she has obtained a second marriage and is living a sweet life with her current husband.

The dance show just now ended at some point, and the two stood on the stage talking about cross talk.Luo Yao squinted his eyes, feeling that these two people looked familiar, they seemed to be new comedians from the club.

He drank half of the tea in the glass before the central air conditioner managed to raise the temperature in the living room.

Luo Yao untied the scarf, got up and went to wash.

He didn't know how long he watched TV on the sofa, but he didn't know at all what was going on in the Spring Festival Gala.

Looking up at the clock, it was already 11:30.

There was nothing on the phone, except for the news that Luo Chuanhai told him to go to bed early, there was nothing.

He turned off the TV in boredom, but his phone vibrated.

Song Tingyi took a bunch of empty plates for him.

Luo Yao looked at the empty plates on the table for a moment, then sent a voice:

You can eat so much?

There was a quick message back:

——The result of eating for three hours.

Luo Yao stared at those words for a long time, sketched Song Tingyi's appearance in his mind, and carefully imagined Song Tingyi's voice when he said these words, whether it had the characteristic lazy after eating Lazy?

He let out a breath and pressed the voice button:

Can I make video calls?

There was no reply to him, but a video call soon came.

Luo Yao pressed the answer button, and Song Tingyi's face soon appeared on the screen. He was hugged by a little doll, and the little doll was trying to get close to the camera.

Luo Yao was stunned, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"Uncle, is this your friend?" Song Xincheng hugged Song Tingyi's neck with a childish voice.

"Yes." Song Tingyi seemed to reach out to support Song Xincheng, and raised his chin at Luo Yao on the other side of the screen, "Uncle."

Song Xincheng stared at the screen for a while, and for some reason, suddenly shy and twitched: "Uncle."

"Hello." Luo Yao waved at the screen, he remembered that Song Tingyi had told him that he had a nephew.Looking at it now, except for the color of his eyes, his nephew almost looks like Song Tingyi, carved out of a mold.

He saw Song Tingyi patted the doll's back, and said softly, "It's 11:30, you can go to sleep."

Luo Yao watched the tug-of-war between his uncle and nephew through the screen, which ended with Song Xincheng being taken away by the housekeeper.

Song Tingyi put the phone on something, and lay back on the sofa.

He seems to have finished washing, wearing loose home clothes, his mobile phone should be placed on the coffee table, and at the moment he is shooting Song Tingyi from the bottom up at an angle of looking up, Luo Yao's eyes can't help but fall on him when he is sitting down On the bulge between the legs.He still remembered the way Song Tingyi threatened to put the beautiful little doctor into his mouth that night for various reasons, and then slowly dawdled with his back straightened.

"Shhhhhh!"

A burst of fireworks interrupted his thoughts.

The person on the other side of the screen moved his face closer to the camera, looking a little excited: "Are you setting off fireworks?"

Luo Yao stood up holding the phone, walked all the way to the balcony on the second floor, and opened the curtains.Fireworks of various colors are blooming one after another in the sky outside.

He couldn't help laughing, and turned the phone camera over: "Yes, do you want to see it?"

The other side of the phone screen did not speak for a long time, Song Tingyi moved his face closer to the phone, making it easier for Luo Yao to look at him silently.

As if to see the fireworks clearly, he tilted his face slightly, revealing the right hump, and his pretty light-colored lips were slightly parted. He should have just drank water, and his lips looked very moist.There are a few strands of soft hair on the full forehead, looking younger than usual.

Luo Yao's breathing couldn't help but aggravated a bit, and his voice also became slightly hoarse: "Have you not watched fireworks for a long time?"

It seems that Song Tingyi didn't hear the subtle changes in Luo Yao's voice through the receiver, and smiled at the screen: "Yes, fireworks are not allowed within the outer ring, and it's not like you don't know."

"Doctor Song is very rich, and he can afford a house within the outer ring." Luo Yao sat down on the beanbag sofa on one side, his long legs were lazily opened, and a huge hole was protruded out of his loose home trousers. hill bag.

The fireworks stopped, Luo Yao turned the camera back to himself, looked at Song Tingyi on the other side of the screen and smiled with downcast eyes.

Song Tingyi laughed so happily that Luo Yao almost felt that he was trembling with his thick and long eyelashes.

"How can it be better than you?" Song Tingyi laughed enough, raised his smiling eyes to look at Luo Yao, the beautiful warm brown eyes seemed to reflect Luo Yao's appearance through the phone screen, he Suddenly paused, moved the phone away, and called him, "Luo Yao."

"Huh?" Luo Yao replied a little casually.

Song Tingyi stood up with his mobile phone, he probably walked into the room and closed the door: "Take your hands out of your pants."

"Why do you miss me so much?" Luo Yao said loudly, while rubbing his hands on the hill repeatedly.

Song Tingyi tugged at the neckline of his home clothes, intentionally or unintentionally showing some unreal collarbone lines: "Have you already reacted?"

Luo Yao stared at the smooth lines of the shoulder and neck, and his eyes couldn't help but sink a bit: "Song Tingyi, you did it on purpose."

The person on the other side of the screen smiled with bent eyes, raised his hand and unbuttoned the first collar, and lowered his voice: "Luo Yao, do you want to?"

Luo Yao didn't speak.

The man moved the camera away, slowly lowered, and pulled the waistband of his trousers: "Do you miss me?"

Luo Yao's breathing became a little messed up when he saw something high between Song Tingyi's legs.

After a few seconds of silence, he panted and ordered, "Take it off."

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Daily question: Sister Yao, your wife is so tempting, can you lend me a day to play?