Seduce a shy loyal dog

Sorry.

Zhou Lang's medicated oil took effect very quickly. After a few days of use, the swelling of Song Yirong's ankle disappeared, and the bruising marks also faded.

The relationship between the two has reached a delicate balance.

In the blink of an eye, most of May is over, the weather is getting hot, long sleeves can no longer be worn, and after a few steps, my body will sweat a lot.

As the evening approached, the sunset glow on the distant mountains made half of the sky red, and even the wind was orange.

Song Yirong took a shower early and wore a white vest to the balcony to dry his clothes. His arms were thin and white, and he didn't grow much flesh all over his body, making his neckline even more loose.

The thin clavicle is more like a hook, with jagged lines, as if trying to hook something tightly.

Passing by the balcony of Song Yirong's house, Zhou Lang subconsciously raised his eyelids, he didn't expect to meet Song Yirong's eyes at this moment.

Even though there was a considerable distance, Zhou Lang still seemed to feel Song Yirong's breath close at hand, and he could clearly see the shallow mole on his Adam's apple that made him remember deeply.

But if you look closely, those imaginary things will disappear again.

He could only see Song Yirong's figure in a vest and trousers, too thin, like a white camellia that had been folded to only one petal, standing alone on the flower stalk.

Song Yirong put his arm on the railing, with an interested expression, and called him: "Zhou Lang, do you want to come up and sit down?"

Zhou Lang lowered his head, his ears were red, and his voice was muffled: "No."

Song Yirong lay on the railing, her tone deliberately ambiguous and seductive, "Why not? Are you afraid that I will bully you?"

The man lowered his head, held back for a long while, and then said two words, "Don't be afraid."

With a sullen face, Zhou Lang avoided the gap in the railing, the waist that was shining through, and forced the thoughts in his mind to return to normal, even though the thoughts in his heart were flooded.

But facing Song Yirong, he had tried his best to restrain himself too much.

But his thoughts are like ten thousand horses galloping, so he still can't help but think, when he touches...

what will it feel like

Song Yirong laughed, looking triumphant, "I'm not afraid, why don't you dare to look at me."

The man's head was lowered, and the roots of his ears were red, as if he had secretly drunk the wine made by Wanxia.

After working all day today, he was so tired that his whole body was soaked in sweat. Zhou Lang thanked him for the distance from the balcony to here.

Not to make him look too embarrassed.

He couldn't give an answer to Song Yirong's words, and the atmosphere was quiet for a moment. Zhou Lang raised his head and changed the subject: "Does your foot still hurt?"

The clothes stick to the body, making it a little uncomfortable, and the palms of the hands are sweating, adding to the anxiety.

Song Yirong leaned against the balcony, letting the evening wind blow into his clothes, making his hem bulge up. Hearing this, he tilted his head and said, "Mmm...it hurts a bit."

Saying that, Song Yirong took two staggering steps, "But you see, I can walk, so it doesn't really matter."

After watching this demonstration, Zhou Lang frowned slightly, "Do you want to rub it with medicated oil again?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't rub it." Song Yirong blinked, "I should be fine after two days of pain."

Zhou Lang paused, and said, "I'll come later."

When he got home, Zhou Lang drank a whole glass of water to reduce the heat and dryness. The cold glass wall was smeared with water, and his long fingers were wet. He stood there for a while, until Fang Wenxiu came over, "Look at your sweaty forehead!" Yes, I don’t even know how to wipe with a towel.”

"Well," Zhou Lang took the towel and wiped it on his face, "Mom, I'm going to take a shower first, don't wait for me for dinner."

"Is there something else?" Fang Wenxiu asked.

"Well," Zhou Lang said, "I'll be back later."

"Okay," Fang Wenxiu said, "Then I'll save some food for you, and you can eat when you come back."

When Zhou Lang arrived in the courtyard of Song Yirong's house, he saw the half-open door from a distance.

Forgot to close the door?

Or did you leave it open on purpose and wait for him to come?

For a moment, many thoughts flashed through his mind, but he didn't stop, and he had already reached the door. As usual, he knocked on the door first.

But after knocking on the door, no one answered.

Zhou Lang stood at the door and waited for a while, when a cat suddenly ran up to his leg and pawed his calf with its front paws. Zhou Lang squatted down, and the kitten obediently crawled into his palm.

The cat is small, and it is more than enough for him to hold it in one hand.The cat blinked softly in his palm, and Zhou Lang teased it with a finger.

"Sneaking at my cat," Song Yirong came over at some point, and looked at him with folded arms, "Skulu, just go home with him."

The cat listened, rubbed against Zhou Lang's tiger's mouth, then jumped down suddenly, and disappeared without a trace.

The corner of Zhou Lang's mouth raised slightly.

Song Yirong glanced at him: "Still coming in?"

When he turned around and walked towards the inner room, Zhou Lang heard a small murmur, "What's so funny. I'm so tall, I still need to look up."

After changing his shoes, Zhou Lang followed Song Yirong and reminded him, "Go slowly and be careful of your ankles."

Song Yirong listened for a while, remembered something, his back froze for a moment, and then slowly replied: "Oh."

He took off his shoes and socks, and leaned against the back of the sofa, still wearing the loose vest, his exposed skin was greasy white.

Zhou Lang poured the medicated oil, rubbed his palms to warm them up, and then slowly pressed them on Song Yirong's ankles. It must have been the wind blowing from the balcony just now, and the coolness in his ankles was still there. When he touched Zhou Lang's hot palms, Song Yirong couldn't help moving one time.

Zhou Lang looked at him: "Uncomfortable?"

Song Yirong lowered his eyes: "No."

Zhou Lang said in a deep voice, "I'll be lighter."

As expected, the strength on the ankle became lighter, but Zhou Lang's palms were rough and he could feel the obvious friction, which made it difficult for Song Yirong.

Zhou Lang must have taken a bath before coming, because the closer the distance, the fresh soap scent became more and more obvious, and Song Yirong's nose was full.

It's not too strong fragrance of shower gel, so Song Yirong can't feel repulsion at all.

The tips of Zhou Lang's hair were still slightly wet, and the short and thick hair felt good to the touch. Song Yirong rubbed his fingertips and sighed secretly.

Originally, he had a bad intention and wanted to deliberately tease him, but now the person who was held under the palm of his hand and could not move became himself.

"When Lulu came to my house before, she was thin and small, but now she has grown very round." Song Yirong could only say something else to divert his attention, "I don't know how the little guy can eat so much."

Zhou Lang held back for a while, and said, "It's a blessing to be able to eat."

I don't know how to hit Song Yirong's smile, he leaned on the sofa with the back of his head against the backrest, his white neck stretched very long.

The protruding Adam's apple slid up and down because of laughter, like a bud about to break through the ground, fragile and beautiful.

There was a small mole on it.

Zhou Lang forced himself to lower his head, shift his gaze, and unconsciously slowed down the movements of his hands.

"What's wrong?" Song Yirong asked.

"No." Zhou Lang regained his composure, and after a moment of silence, he raised his head and called his name in a low and deep voice, "Song Yirong."

"Ok?"

"You...why come here?" Zhou Lang asked, his voice was so low that it was even hoarse.

"Banqiao Town?" Song Yirong was startled, but it was only a momentary pause. He quickly continued his smile and said, "Because this place is beautiful."

"You're weird today." Song Yirong said with his chin propped up.

Until returning home, Zhou Lang was still a little dazed.

The moment that question was thrown out, it meant that something had lost its balance in his heart, and the balance had begun to tilt uncontrollably to the other side.

He shouldn't have developed too much curiosity about other people's affairs, but time and time again, they intersected on the same line and had a connection.

When Wang Zhiyuan came to him, Zhou Lang was still in debt. Zhou Dahe was injured on the construction site earlier, and the operation cost hundreds of thousands. At that time, the family had no money left, so they had to scrape together and scrape together.

Over the years, he tried his best to repay many debts, but it was still a drop in the bucket.Still not enough.

So he didn't hesitate long before he agreed to what Wang Zhiyuan entrusted to him.

Moreover, the requirements are not too strict.

First, if the new neighbors need help, try to help as much as possible.

Second, in layman's terms, when a new neighbor is sick or in a bad mood, he needs to tell each other.

The request is really not high, it is not considered surveillance, and it can only be said to be excessive concern from "friends".

But when Zhou Lang thought about it again, he felt that the past half a month was very absurd, and it was too unfair to Song Yirong who knew nothing about it.

And he himself didn't know anything about Song Yirong's "friend".

Those thousands of dollars are getting hotter and hotter.

In the bottom of my heart, there was a sour feeling in my throat.

The phone was unlocked, and the familiar call interface popped up. It was only about a week since the last call with Wang Zhiyuan.

Zhou Lang subconsciously stood by the window, lit a cigarette and held it in his hand.

"Hello, Zhou Lang," Wang Zhiyuan's voice was noisy, as if in a busy city.

"Well, brother, I have something to tell you."

Wang Zhiyuan was six years older than him, and the two knew each other while peeing. As the elder brother of the neighbor, he always took care of Zhou Lang.

Zhou Lang looks like a boring gourd, utterly unreasonable, but in fact, he has a warmer heart than anyone else, and he is definitely the first to step forward if anyone needs help.

People are really stupid to be honest.

From birth to the present, the reason why he hasn't been bullied much may be that he is tall and tall, with thick and tight tendons, which makes him look very strong.

"Tell me." Wang Zhiyuan evaded and stood in a cubicle.

"I have returned the money." Zhou Lang said, "Check to see if you have received it."

"What's the matter?" Wang Zhiyuan was a little stunned, but he hadn't quite reacted yet, "Did you have a quarrel with that little neighbor? Hey, you're not such a person. What's the matter?"

Zhou Lang: "Don't worry."

"Nothing happened, I just figured it out, so I took people's money for no reason."

"Not good." After Zhou Lang finished speaking in a deep voice, there was a silent breathing sound from the microphone.

Wang Zhiyuan smiled, "What's the matter? People only want to give you money to thank you, and it's not illegal."

"Brother Yuan." Zhou Lang paused before continuing, "He shouldn't be kept secret..."

Even though he didn't know why the other party tried every means to hide it from Song Yirong, he understood at this moment.

It must be that Song Yirong didn't like and didn't want to do this, that's why the other party didn't dare to let him know graciously, and didn't dare to come over to express concern.

I had to rely on others to do some scratchy things.

The thoughts in his heart were almost personal, and he was thinking about the bad things of the other party, but his attitude was already there, no matter how much Wang Zhiyuan tried to persuade him, it would be of no avail.

Wang Zhiyuan was silent for a while, and could only hear the vague and noisy voices from a distance. He said, "Okay, I will tell him."

"Sorry." Zhou Lang grabbed his phone, crushed the soles of his shoes, and threw the burnt smoke far into the trash can.

"It's okay." Wang Zhiyuan smiled to ease the atmosphere, "I'll still blame you for such a trivial matter, don't think too much about it."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Lang looked by the window for a long time alone, and saw that the sky was completely dark, and the lights of Song Yirong's house were as bright as ever at night.

The evening wind blew a heat wave, and my heart suddenly became irritable.

The author says:

Send out small red envelopes today - shake hands with everyone hehe ^o^