Seduce a shy loyal dog

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As soon as the TV was turned off, the silence in the room became more apparent. Song Yirong sat under the lamp, looking out of the window, the rainwater trickled down the window sill and fell into the gutter, making a tick-tock sound.

The cat had already slept soundly in its own nest, Song Yirong was lazily leaning against the cold wall by the window, not feeling sleepy, but more sober.

Song Yirong glanced at the phone, it was one o'clock in the morning, and the Do Not Disturb on the upper right corner of the phone was turned off, so he only saw the message sent by Zhou Lang 10 minutes ago.

Zhou Lang: Are you still asleep?

Song Yirong glanced out the window: how do you know?

In the small town, people's work and rest are very regular, they have packed up and rested early, there are not a few lights left on, and at night, if you look around, the light in Song Yirong's house is very bright.

Zhou Lang leaned against the head of the bed, typing: The light is still on.

Song Yirong wanted to tease him, so he said: I miss you so much that I can't sleep.

Zhou Lang felt inexplicably empty. Looking at the playful head of the kitten in the dialog box, the thought in his heart became stronger and stronger.

I want to see Song Yirong immediately.

Zhou Lang turned over and got out of bed, grabbed his cell phone and went out. Fang Wenxiu and Zhou Dahe were both asleep. He carefully avoided obstacles and went out in the dark.

The rain was still falling, he quickened his pace, his heart was beating fast in the dense raindrops, and he couldn't help running when he was approaching the door of Song Yirong's house.

The soles of the shoes stepped on the water, and he ran on the road panting, his heart clenched tightly.

He doesn't seem to have any outstanding advantages, even a little ordinary, but he hopes that such a self can give Song Yirong a promise.

Song Yirong was leaning against the window, with his forehead against the glass, and was icy cold. Zhou Lang didn't reply to the message for a while, and he blinked, feeling a little sleepy.

Getting up, Song Yirong turned off the light in the living room, and then, the screen of the mobile phone lit up, illuminating Song Yirong's fingers white.

Zhou Lang's message appeared on the screen: open the door.

Song Yirong stood in the corner, darkness enveloped him, the phone screen turned on and then went off two seconds later, Zhou Lang sent this message and there was no movement.

He's right outside the door.

Song Yirong looked at the door for a long time amidst the murmur of rain through the dark distance from the living room to the entrance.

After the numbness in his hands passed, he slowly pulled on his slippers and walked around to the entrance to open the door.

The door opened, and he saw Zhou Lang's tall figure.

There is an illusion of going back to the first time we met, but it was daytime, and Zhou Lang stood in front of him, blocking him from a bright spring.

The evening wind squeezed in, blowing up the corners of Song Yirong's clothes, and the cool wind crawled up his skin, making him a little cold suddenly.

Song Yirong opened his lips and looked up at Zhou Lang, "Your hair is wet."

Zhou Lang hugged his waist and kissed him.

In the gap between the touches, he heard a vague "Song Yirong".

It was dark, and the lights in the living room were turned off, Song Yirong's eyelashes trembled again and again, sticky and vague, those voices were swallowed into the rain together.

It was raining heavily.

The canopy of the umbrella was shaken by the evening wind, Fang Wenxiu quietly followed, and stood in the rain, her trouser legs were splashed wet by the rain, water also got into her shoes, soaking the soles of her feet for a while.

She moved her body, turned around stiffly, and the things in front of her eyes became blurred.

There was a buzzing in her head, like countless bees had been trapped, running amok, causing her brain pain.

She left from the gate of the courtyard, and when she returned home, her upper body was already drenched.

The umbrella seemed to have a hole, and the biting cold wind was hanging on, unable to hold a little bit of wind and rain.

Fang Wenxiu was caught in the cold, coughed so much that she covered her chest, pressed the corners of her eyes hard, pulled down the towel hanging by the door, and wiped the rainwater off her body indiscriminately.

……

The kiss was so heavy that the corners of Song Yirong's mouth hurt a little, Zhou Lang touched his lips with his fingers, the distance was still very close, and called his name, "Song Yirong..."

"Huh?" Song Yirong leaned his back against the wall, and replied loosely, "Yes."

Zhou Lang pressed his lips and said slowly, "Would you like to try with me?"

"No." Without even thinking about it, Song Yirong directly refused, "Didn't you say to wait?"

"I can wait." Song Yirong kissed him on the face flatteringly.

"But I—" Zhou Lang wanted to say something, but Song Yirong let out a "hush" and pressed his index finger to his lips, "Don't talk, hug me again."

Zhou Lang hugged Song Yirong tightly in silence, and took a deep sniff around his neck, breathing heavily, and the heat burned Song Yirong's ears.

Song Yirong ran his hands through Zhou Lang's hair, and rubbed his palms lightly.

On this rainy night, the evening wind and whispers became the most precious things.

Fang Wenxiu didn't know why she suddenly fell ill. When the thermometer checked, it was 38 degrees Celsius. She had no appetite and lay in bed for most of the day.

"Mom, why don't you go to the hospital?" Zhou Lang tucked in her quilt and said by the side.

Fang Wenxiu looked at him strangely, her eyes stared at him stiffly, and after a long time, she turned her head and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't spend that money, I'll just lie down for a day and I'll be fine."

Zhou Lang said, "Then I'll go to the pharmacy to buy medicine for you."

Fang Wenxiu gave a slow "hmm".

Zhou Lang got up and went out, took the keys on the table and rode away on the motorcycle.

Zhou Dahe put a cup of hot water on her bedside and asked, "Did you go out with him yesterday?"

Fang Wenxiu's eyes widened imperceptibly, and she slowly closed her eyes, saying something against her will, "I'll just go out and have a look, the rain is too heavy, I'm afraid the vegetable garden will be washed away."

Zhou Dahe exhaled heavily, his face was a little ugly, and his disabled right hand smashed hard against the wall.

Fang Wenxiu suddenly turned her head to look at him.

The two were in such a stalemate, Zhou Dahe sighed, retracted his right hand, clenched his left hand, put both hands together forcefully, and said: "Let him go."

Fang Wenxiu's eyes turned red, but she didn't say a word.

-

"This house belongs to you too?" Qiu Min put down his suitcase and went in to have a look.

Wang Zhiyuan followed him into the room, "Well, why, look down on your senior?"

Qiu Min smiled and said, "How dare you?"

"There are two bedrooms," Wang Zhiyuan pointed, "You choose one at will."

"Thanks." Qiu Min was not polite, and went upstairs to choose.

Later, Qiu Min packed his luggage and came downstairs. Wang Zhiyuan changed his clothes and sat on the sofa downstairs, holding up his mobile phone to watch videos.

"I arrange?" Wang Zhiyuan glanced at Qiu Min and asked.

"Well, it's fine," Qiu Min said.

After watching the video for a while, Wang Zhiyuan pretended to raise his eyes casually, catering to Qiu Min's thoughts, and asked, "Do you need to call two more people together?"

Qiu Min was a little distracted, and said, "Yes, there are so many people."

Wang Zhiyuan exited the software for viewing videos, clicked on the address book, found the number and dialed it.

"Hello," Wang Zhiyuan glanced at Qiu Min, and said into the phone, "Are you free recently?"

Zhou Lang just came out of the pharmacy, holding the bag from the pharmacy in one hand, and listening to the phone with the other, "I'm free on weekends, what's the matter?"

"I want to form a group to climb a mountain," Wang Zhiyuan asked, "Are you going?"

When passing by a bookstore, Zhou Lang stopped. There was a large poster on the white wall outside the bookstore.

[The novel "Dry Spring" by cutting-edge writer Song Rong will be released soon, so stay tuned! 】

He stared at the poster for a long time. Wang Zhiyuan on the other end of the phone waited for a while, but when he didn't get a response, he called out, "Zhou Lang?"

Of course Qiu Min had heard of this name before, as soon as the voice came out, he couldn't help but take a second look at Wang Zhiyuan.

Wang Zhiyuan didn't notice it, and looked at the short coffee table.

"Well," Zhou Lang responded, "My mother is sick, I don't know if I will have time to go."

"Auntie is sick?" Wang Zhiyuan asked worriedly.

"I have a fever," Zhou Lang said, "I just came out of the pharmacy."

Wang Zhiyuan said: "I've already returned to Banqiao Town, I'll go to see Auntie tonight."

Zhou Lang responded, "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Qiu Min asked from the side, "You have such a good relationship with his family?"

Wang Zhiyuan didn't say much, just said: "We grew up together."

His parents died in a car accident, and Zhou Lang's family gave him a lot of relief and help, but there was no need to say these words.

He used to be pitiful, but now he doesn't need sympathy.

Fang Wenxiu took the cold medicine, and as soon as the medicine took effect, she became drowsy, her face pressed against the soft pillow, she looked at Zhou Lang, and suddenly asked, "When will Xiao Song's house expire?"

"It's been less than two months," Zhou Lang said casually, bending over to get the empty water glass on the bedside table, but the moment his fingers touched the glass, a thought flashed through his mind, "Mom... What are you asking this for?"

Fang Wenxiu's eyelids were heavy, and she opened them with difficulty, "It's nothing, I'll just ask."

Zhou Lang paused, and said: "Don't think too much, have a good rest, I won't disturb you." He took out the water glass and closed the door for Fang Wenxiu. Before leaving, he took another look, and Fang Wenxiu had closed it. eyes.

He only took half a day's leave and didn't have time to eat. Zhou Lang changed his clothes and hurried out of the gate. Zhou Dahe came back from working in the field and met him, "Just left?"

"Well," Zhou Lang said, "I just asked for a whole morning's leave, and the deductions were less."

Zhou Dahe moved his lips, "Go ahead, be careful while riding."

Zhou Lang put on his helmet and nodded, "Got it."

The motorcycle roared away, and Song Yirong stood in the yard, looking out through the carved iron window until his figure disappeared at the end of the road.

He turned around and went back to the house, and hugged the kitten lying on the stone table basking in the sun.

The title pages of the last box had all been signed, and after sending them all out, the living room seemed quite empty.Jian Ran didn't come here very much in the past few days. She said that she bought a new house and was busy tidying up the new house.

Last time I went to the town to buy a jar of honey, and there were a few lemons left at home. Song Yirong washed the glass and kept it aside, cut the lemon into thin slices with a fruit knife, put it in the glass, and added two cubes of ice to throw go in.

He picked it up and tasted it, it was sweet and sour, just refreshing to drink in summer.

After Song Yirong smacked his lips to taste the taste, he ran to the entrance and took out a glass bottle from the cabinet. He did the same thing, filled a bottle full, and put it in the refrigerator.

He took a picture of the homemade cup of honey lemonade and sent it to Zhou Lang.

【Look, I did it. 】

After sending the message, he put the phone on the table and went to clean the kitchen. He rinsed the fruit knife against the faucet. The blade was sharp. He didn't pay attention to it. A swipe of his fingertip made an opening. Song Yirong sucked his finger , held up his fingers and searched at home for a long time, but couldn't find a band-aid.

After looking through the cabinet under the TV, he was going to look for the bedside table again, and was about to go to the bedroom when he heard two knocks on the door.

Song Yirong had no choice but to simply wrap it in a tissue, turned around and went to the door, looked out through the peephole, and then turned the handle to open the door.

"Hello, Uncle." The door opened, and Song Yirong greeted politely, "Did you need me?"

Zhou Dahe looked around, and finally fell on Song Yirong's face, and said, "Are you at home alone?"

"That's right," Song Yirong was puzzled, but still nodded with a smile.

"Can I go in?" Zhou Dahe frowned slightly, his serious look was a little different from the past, "I have something to talk to you about."

Song Yirong was stunned for a moment, and said, "Yes, please come in."

Zhou Dahe glanced at the clean ground, didn't ask anything, took off his shoes, stepped on the floor directly, and walked in, Song Yirong hurriedly said: "Uncle, there is still a pair of slippers, you can change them."

Zhou Dahe said: "No need." But his eyes glanced at the pair of large-size slippers that Song Yirong was holding. The men's slippers were obviously too different from the size of Song Yirong's feet.

Song Yirong subconsciously hid his hands behind his back, Zhou Dahe said with a calm expression on his face, "Your hand is injured, let's deal with it first."

Song Yirong looked down and saw that the wound was stretched and stretched, and the blood seeping through the temporary paper towel, he went back to the room and wrapped it in a paper towel.

Zhou Dahe hunched his back slightly, and sat on the sofa. As soon as Song Yirong came out, seeing his back with white hair, his footsteps faltered for a moment.

Holding his breath, Song Yirong walked to Zhou Dahe and sat down, clasped his hands tightly, with a forced smile on his face, and waited silently for Zhou Dahe to speak.

"Zhou Lang's mother is sick today and has been lying in bed for most of the day," Zhou Dahe said.

For an outsider like Song Yirong, Zhou Dahe had no reason to tell him about it, but at this moment, Zhou Dahe did tell him.

Song Yirong's nerves snapped, and his back tensed up.

Zhou Dahe continued: "His mother and I are getting older, and we can't do anything anymore. We all know how much we have dragged him down these years."

"The only thing I hope for now is that we won't be here in a hundred years, and someone can accompany him to spend the rest of his days, so that he won't be so lonely..."

Song Yirong's throat seemed to be stuffed with a ball of cotton, and he couldn't swallow it or spit it out, so he could only listen in a daze.

Zhou Dahe hadn't said so many words for a long time, and these words seemed to have exhausted the strength he had accumulated over the years, after he spoke a few words, he paused for a long time.

"I really don't understand what you young people are thinking," Zhou Dahe took a deep breath, and said slowly in a calm voice, "Your brain is going to rust after so many years of not using it." He laughed at himself.

Song Yirong held back for a long time before saying: "Uncle... I"

Zhou Dahe cut off his words, "You don't need to tell me anything else, I don't understand, and I don't want to hear it."

Song Yirong was sitting on pins and needles, as if returning to the day when Xin Manxiang and Song Zhaoxing sent him away. She was the closest person, but she didn't want to listen to his excuses, and sent him straight into the abyss of sin.

There was cold sweat on his back, his lips were biting tightly, and the roots of his teeth were tense.

He's ready to stand trial.

But in the next moment, Zhou Dahe changed the subject, relaxed his tone, and slowly said word by word: "Let's go a little farther away, we can't see, after a long time, maybe... you won't be angry."

Although he doesn't study much and is stubborn, he understands the truth, no matter how much he scolds his own child, he is reluctant to bear it.

All I can do is let myself back down a little more.

After all, there is never an unsolvable thing in the world.

The dark clouds suddenly dispersed, Song Yirong raised his head, his eyes were dazzled by the pouring sunlight.

Zhou Dahe stood up silently, his tall body seemed to be much older, Song Yirong stood where he was, and watched him hunched over and walked away step by step.

When going out, Song Yirong saw him raise his arm and rub it against his face.

Song Yirong was stunned, his eyes were red.

He felt that he urgently needed an outlet for his emotions. The flood rushed from the top of the mountain, bringing overwhelming waves, which almost suffocated him.

Sad more?Or more guilt? :лf

he does not know……

He also wants to become a normal person like others and follow the path prescribed by society for them, but the reality tells him.

No, Song Yirong, you can't do it.

You are different from others, don't try to fit in with them.

Song Yirong supported his knees, squatted down slowly, buried his face in his palms, and squatted quietly for a long time.

After get off work today, Zhou Lang didn't come to see him, and the honey lemonade in the refrigerator was useless.

He drank most of it by himself, but in the end he couldn't drink any more, so he could only stuff it back into the refrigerator, hoping that it wouldn't go bad tomorrow.

In the evening, Wang Zhiyuan bought some fruits, came to visit Fang Wenxiu, and introduced, "This is a friend of mine, so we came here together." Qiu Min stood beside him and greeted with a smile.

Zhou Lang's ears were blunt, he raised his eyes slowly, met Qiu Min's gaze, and said in a deep voice, "Hello."

Fang Wenxiu had already woken up and looked much better. Sitting in the living room, she saw Wang Zhiyuan coming in, and said she wanted to get up to make him tea.

Wang Zhiyuan stopped him, "Auntie, don't worry, I just came to see you."

After exchanging pleasantries, Fang Wenxiu went back to her room to rest, Zhou Dahe only appeared for a while when Wang Zhiyuan entered the door, and was never seen.

The three sat in the living room, looking at each other.

Wang Zhiyuan acted as a mediator and took the initiative to stir up the topic, "Zhou Lang, let's get to know each other."

Qiu Min answered at the right time, and said, "My name is Qiu Min, and I'm a doctor."

Zhou Lang said: "My name is Zhou Lang, what do you want to drink?" He stood up and asked.

"I'll just drink plain water," Qiu Min said.

"I want to drink tea." Wang Zhiyuan continued, "Give me some more tea."

Zhou Lang entered the kitchen, Qiu Min turned to look at Wang Zhiyuan, and asked, "Is he the one you helped me find?"

"Well," Wang Zhiyuan said, "I've seen a real person now."

Qiu Min smiled, "Yes."

Qiu Min asked: "He has a good relationship with Song Yirong?"

Wang Zhiyuan said, "I don't know, why don't you ask him yourself?"

Qiu Min rubbed his earlobe, frowned and said, "Forget it."

Zhou Lang came back with tea and water and put them one by one on the low table in front of them.

Wang Zhiyuan asked him: "Is it possible to camp in Qushan? I haven't been there for a long time, so I almost forget it."

Zhou Lang sat back across from him and said, "Do you want to go to Qushan?"

"I have this plan," Wang Zhiyuan said, "You also find a companion and go with us, the little neighbor next door, he probably hasn't played anywhere yet."

This sentence reached Zhou Lang's heart, "Let me take a look and wait for Zhou Tian to contact you."

Wang Zhiyuan said: "Then you have to make a decision quickly, time waits for no one."

Zhou Lang said "hmm", "Okay."

Qiu Min drank water from the cup and didn't say anything, but his eyes kept paying attention to Zhou Lang's expression and movements. As the same kind, it seemed that he was born with such an intuition.

He felt that this Zhou Lang also had a different feeling for Song Yirong.

After going out, Wang Zhiyuan bumped Qiu Min with his elbow, and asked, "I saw you keep looking at him just now, what's the matter, did you change your target?"

Qiu Min said: "Don't talk nonsense."

Wang Zhiyuan hummed coolly in his ear: "Anyway, you can't see those who are close at hand, but you can't love those who are far away."

Qiu Min slapped his face away, "Boring."

Fast forward to Saturday night.

Fang Wenxiu's illness has long been cured, but her conversations have become less, and the family is not so lively.

Zhou Dahe was still the same, silently getting up early to work, busy for half a day, and didn't come back until dinner time.

It's rare for Zhou Lang to take a day off. Seeing that the weather is fine, he also wants Song Yirong to go out to play and relax.

There is a temple in Qushan, and many people go there to pray and worship the Bodhisattva. Even Fang Wenxiu goes there once a year, and then brings back some tea leaves from the Bodhisattva, saying that it will ensure safety and fortune.

"Do you want to go?" Zhou Lang stroked the cat and asked him.

Song Yirong sat on the floor, leaned forward when he heard the words, kissed Zhou Lang on the lips, and said, "Okay."

Zhou Lang's ears turned red, he let go of the cat, wrapped his arms around Song Yirong's back, supported the back of his head, and kissed him back.

Lulu punched Zhou Lang's calf a few times with a cat fist, and walked away meowing angrily.

Song Yirong licked his lips, stepped back a little, and leaned on the sofa leg, "You said you were going with someone else, who is it?"

"Wang Zhiyuan and one of his friends." Zhou Lang said.

"Oh," Song Yirong said, "Yes."

"Are you going tomorrow?" Song Yirong asked.

"Well, go tomorrow." Zhou Lang said, and couldn't help but kiss Song Yirong, and then said, "It's colder on the mountain, you can bring an extra coat."

Song Yirong nodded and said, "Okay."

After being quiet for a while, Song Yirong remembered the honey lemonade he had left in the refrigerator, so he stood up and wanted to get it, but his head was congested with blood, and he suddenly felt a little dizzy.

Sitting down, Zhou Lang tugged at his trouser legs, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I made a bottle of honey lemonade last time," Song Yirong said slowly, "I don't know if I can still drink it."

Zhou Lang let go of his fingers and said, "I'll try it."

The glass bottle was cold in his hands, Song Yirong's hands were covered with water vapor, his fingertips and palms were wet.

Zhou Lang took the glass bottle, unscrewed it, and smelled it, "The lemon scent is so strong."

Song Yirong blinked, looked at him, and said, "Take a small sip and try."

Zhou Lang took a sip, and as soon as his throat rolled down, Song Yirong looked at him nervously, "The taste hasn't changed, has it? If it tastes bad, spit it out quickly."

Zhou Lang looked at him and smiled, "No, it's not bad."

Song Yirong felt relieved, "That's fine, leaving it for two days should not affect..."

Zhou Lang applauded the place and took another big sip. Song Yirong sat on the side and looked at him with a very satisfied smile. He looked a little silly rarely. Zhou Lang put down the glass bottle and approached Song Yirong's face.

So Song Yirong got a sweet and sour kiss.

Also has a hint of lemon flavor.

The next day, Zhou Lang cleaned up, stuffed some food and clothes into his backpack, and told Fang Wenxiu before going out, "Maybe I won't be back tonight."

Fang Wenxiu's face turned pale, and she asked weakly, "What are you going to do?"

"Climbing the mountain," Zhou Lang said, "if possible, maybe camping to see the sunrise in the morning."

Fang Wenxiu moved her lips and asked, "With...Xiao Song?"

Zhou Lang nodded and said, "Yes, there is Brother Yuan and his friend."

Fang Wenxiu breathed a sigh of relief, and when she heard that there were other people accompanying her, the tightness like being wrapped in iron ropes faded a lot. She seemed to comfort herself and said, "Okay, then you can go."

Zhou Lang was a little worried and asked, "Mom, are you all right?"

Fang Wenxiu smiled and said, "It's okay, don't worry about me, what can I do."

She laughed, her appearance showed a bit of vitality, and her complexion was also rosy. Zhou Lang looked at it again and again, reluctantly relieved.

When he arrived at Song Yirong's house, he was still arranging his things and packed a large backpack in a hurry. When he heard the movement, he responded in the bedroom: "You are here?"

"I'll be fine soon!"

Zhou Lang waited in the living room for 2 minutes when he heard the sound of footsteps. Song Yirong ran out wearing slippers and a pair of white stockings on his feet.

On top is a pair of light blue knee-length shorts, matched with a smoky gray loose short sleeve, giving off a strong youthful look.

Zhou Lang couldn't take his eyes off, and finally could only say slowly: "You are so cute when you dress like this..."

Song Yirong laughed "haha" twice, ran up to Zhou Lang, jumped on top of him, wrapped his legs around his waist, and whispered in his ear, "Does it look like a young college student?"

Zhou Lang rolled his Adam's apple and said, "Like."

Song Yirong kissed his hot red ears rewardingly.

Wang Zhiyuan happened to call at this time, Zhou Lang freed up his hand, touched the side of his trouser pocket, and took out the phone, Song Yirong didn't put it down, took it, and handed it to his ear.

"Listen to the phone." He said.

Zhou Lang hugged Song Yirong tightly, and turned his ear to answer the phone.

Wang Zhiyuan said: "We will wait for you at the gate of this bank in the town."

Zhou Lang said: "Okay."

"Well, hung up." Wang Zhiyuan put down the phone, turned to talk to Qiu Min, "When you meet that little neighbor later, have you thought about how to explain it?"

Qiu Min put his hands in his pockets and said, "No, I don't need to explain, that's all."

Wang Zhiyuan smiled and said, "You are so free and easy."

Qiu Min said: "He may not be willing to listen to my explanation."

Wang Zhiyuan spread his hands, "Your crush is quite humble."

Qiu Min sneered, "You are very noble."

Wang Zhiyuan rubbed the back of his head resentfully.

Song Yirong has been in high spirits since this morning, with a smile on his face all the time, looking in a good mood.

Looking at his face, Zhou Lang felt infected and became happy, but this excitement was only temporary.

Faced with Song Yirong's sudden enthusiasm and change, he actually felt flustered.

Before going out, standing at the entrance, Zhou Lang grabbed Song Yirong's fingers and asked, "What do you plan to do when the house expires?"

Song Yirong's smile paused, it was very subtle, but Zhou Lang noticed it, so he grabbed Song Yirong's hand and unconsciously became stronger.

"Have you decided where to go?" Zhou Lang asked cautiously.

Looking down at Zhou Lang holding his finger, Song Yirong suddenly thought of Liang Chunlai and Zhang Jianshan for some reason.

"Will you catch me?" Song Yirong asked to himself.

Zhou Lang was silent for a moment, and finally said: "Can I hug you?"

Song Yirong was startled, then burst out laughing, and said, "Idiot, you can hug me."

Zhou Lang then bent down and hugged him, the movement was very light, which made Song Yirong's heart soften so badly.

……

When they arrived at the bustling market in Banqiao Town, Song Yirong followed Zhou Lang, "Where is the bank he mentioned?"

"Turn a corner and we'll be there." Zhou Lang glanced at him, "Is your bag heavy? Carry it for me."

Song Yirong said: "No, I can recite it."

After walking a short distance, Song Yirong saw a person standing on the steps waving his hands from a distance, turned his head and asked, "Is it them?"

Zhou Lang nodded and waved his hand in response.

There was a man standing beside Wang Zhiyuan, taller than Wang Zhiyuan, wearing a black peaked cap, his face couldn't be seen clearly, but he looked very familiar.

"You know him?" Song Yirong yelled at Zhou Lang's arm.

"I've seen it." Zhou Lang said.

When he got closer, the man was still tilting his head, and Wang Zhiyuan followed suit with the man's elbow, but the man couldn't hide, he turned his head as if forced to, and greeted Song Yirong first, "Long time no see. "

Song Yirong pursed his lips, looked at the other party, his eyes became a little cold, "Yeah."

Qiu Min's expression froze and he smiled.

Wang Zhiyuan came out to moderate the atmosphere, "Okay, okay, we are all old acquaintances, the car I ordered will be here soon."

Fortunately, the car arrived in time, and as soon as he finished his sentence, the car he called stopped at the door of the bank. Without further ado, Qiu Min tactfully went to sit in the front row alone.

Zhou Lang sat in the middle of the back seat, with Wang Zhiyuan on one side and Song Yirong on the other.

The other arm that was close to Song Yirong quietly reached out and held Song Yirong.

Wang Zhiyuan yelled: "Oh, it's so crowded."

Then he pushed Zhou Lang to the other side, and Qiu Min looked at him from the front: "Then why don't you drive by yourself?"

Song Yirong hooked Zhou Lang's palm with his index finger, causing a slight itch. The two of them remained silent, relying on some small movements to maintain the sweetness.

Not to be outdone, Wang Zhiyuan said, "It's hard to have a vacation, so I don't want to tire myself."

Qiu Min didn't bother arguing with him, so he said "oh", then turned his head and looked out the window.

Song Yirong nestled by the window and whispered to Zhou Lang, "Squeeze in a little more."

Zhou Lang's eyelids burned, and he moved over as he said, and now his thighs were also tightly pressed against each other.

Song Yirong secretly smiled in his ear, "It's so tight."

Zhou Lang's thigh muscles trembled, and his face blushed completely.

Qiu Min sat in the front seat feeling uncomfortable all over, scratching everywhere, obviously his voice was extremely low, but every word fell into his ears.

It's annoying to hear.

"Wang Zhiyuan!" Qiu Min yelled suddenly, startling him and driving away his drowsiness. Wang Zhiyuan sat up straight, tongue tied, "What's wrong?"

"Have you brought your earphones?" Qiu Min said, "Lend me some."

Wang Zhiyuan: "Tsk, I brought it."

"Call me senior." Wang Zhiyuan tugged at his sleeves and raised his airs, "I'll give it to you."

Qiu Min turned his head and glared at Wang Zhiyuan. Song Yirong got a glimpse of the whole picture, and secretly complained in his heart. He usually pretended to be elegant, so it turned out that he had this kind of personality in private.

Qiu Min turned his head and endured it for a while.

Song Yirong added oil and vinegar, and coquettishly said to Zhou Lang in a low voice, "Let's hold on again."

Qiu Min scratched his hair, and shouted to Wang Zhiyuan spinelessly: "Senior, lend me, thank you."

Wang Zhiyuan gave a triumphant "ho", "Here, here you are."

Qiu Min angrily pulled away the earphone cable, put on the earphones, folded his arms without squinting, and kept his ears from hearing what was going on outside the window.

Zhou Lang leaned over and whispered to Song Yirong, "Did you do it on purpose..."

Song Yirong said, "No way."

Wang Zhiyuan patted Zhou Lang's knee, "Enough, I'm full."

Zhou Lang's ears were red, his face was calm, and he asked, "What's wrong?"

Wang Zhiyuan's eyelids trembled, and he looked out the window with tears in his eyes, "Forget it, I don't care about you young people."

The author says:

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