Seduce a shy loyal dog

The puppy is here.

Soon Zhou Lang knew the answer.

^^: At 11:30 in the evening, come to my house and show you a baby.

The meaning of the invitation is self-evident, Zhou Lang picked up the water glass and poured a few sips of cold water that had already cooled down, the redness at the base of his ears could not go away.

Obviously, he has been in close contact so many times, but no matter which time, Zhou Lang can't keep the slightest composure, always like a kid, shy but can't help rampaging.

The sun was shining at noon, and Song Yirong went to the yard to have a look. The sheets washed in the morning were almost dry, exuding a faint fragrance of laundry detergent, and they were clean. He took off the sheets, shook them, and changed them. I covered my face and continued to dry.

From a distance, hearing Fang Wenxiu's voice, Song Yirong looked out from the window of the courtyard. She and Zhou Dahe were walking home with baskets full of corn on their backs. Their faces and clothes were sweaty, their backs were heavy, and their steps were very slow. .

Song Yirong hurriedly opened the door, trotted over, and asked, "Auntie, let me carry it for you."

Zhou Dahe glanced at him and didn't say anything. Fang Wenxiu's expression was not very good, but she didn't say anything serious, and said stiffly: "You can't carry it."

Song Yirong said "Oh", stepped back, and carried the pannier behind Fang Wenxiu's back to help her reduce the burden. He said in a light tone, "Then I will support you like this, and it will not hinder your business."

Fang Wenxiu's back suddenly lightened, she paused in her footsteps, turned her head to look at Song Yirong, then turned her head back silently, finally she didn't chase anyone away.

When the older corn is picked, it is necessary to start peeling the corn. The corn has grown for too long, and the grains are tightly packed, and it takes a lot of effort to break it by hand.

When they were working, Fang Wenxiu and Zhou Dahe didn't communicate much. They sat on a bench each, and the movements of their hands kept moving. Soon, the corn kernels piled up under their feet to form a small hill.

Song Yirong wanted to help, so he also moved a stool and gathered in the middle to peel the corn together. He had never used foul language before, and he was not used to doing this kind of thing. The corn kernels quickly rubbed his fingers red, and he slowed down. Slow down, I don't want to slow down, so I rest for a while and continue.

Zhou Dahe glanced at him, pointed to the wall, and said in a deep voice, "If you can't peel it off, try using that washboard."

Song Yirong turned his head to take a look, and the child's temperament improved, and he said bravely: "No, I can peel it off myself."

As soon as the words finished, Fang Wenxiu stood up, found a pair of nylon gloves from nowhere, threw them in front of Song Yirong, said in a dry voice that sounded rather awkward, "Put them on."

Song Yirong tried his best to disappear without a trace, he smiled, picked it up and put it on his hands, "Oh, okay, thank you, auntie."

The gloves are new and clean. Song Yirong's fingers are long, and the size is just right for them to wear, but the fingers are too thin, making the gloves look fat.

But wearing gloves, the effect is immediate, the fingers have an extra layer of protection, and the pain caused by friction is really reduced a lot.

It was indeed tiring to work, but Song Yirong sat on this small bench, his heart was peaceful and comfortable, Zhou Lang's parents were hard-spoken and soft-hearted people, and he hardly felt any more when he stayed here all afternoon. to their rejection.

After finally peeling the last corn, Song Yirong took off his gloves, his fingers were red, he patted his clothes and stood up, "Uncle and aunt, then I'll go back first, the quilt has not yet been confiscated."

Fang Wenxiu shouted, "Wait a minute."

Song Yirong stopped obediently, stood at the door rubbing his fingers, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Fang Wenxiu rummaged in the basket for a while, took out three corns, handed them to Song Yirong, and said, "Here, just these few are tender, you take them back and eat."

Song Yirong was stunned for a while, and then went to pick up the corn in Fang Wenxiu's hand, "Thank you, auntie..."

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the red, worn-out fingertips were exposed. Fang Wenxiu took a look, looked away, and said, "Thank you." After a while, she said, "Remember to wipe your hands when you go back." Medicine, otherwise tomorrow will be more painful."

Song Yirong nodded, "Okay."

Fang Wenxiu hesitated to speak, looked at him, and said: "You and Zhou Lang can just get along well, you don't need to do these things to please us."

Song Yirong didn't expect his intentions to be discovered so quickly, so he remained silent, but still said sincerely: "Auntie, I regard Zhou Lang's family as my own family, and I should do what I can for you. , as long as...you don't find me annoying."

Song Yirong rarely expressed his thoughts to others so sincerely, even to Xin Manxiang, he was half-fake and half-truth to hide his true emotions.

After hearing these words, Fang Wenxiu was indeed touched.Raising his eyes to meet Song Yirong's eyes, they are clear, like the water of a brook in spring, he really doesn't look like a child with bad intentions.

After being a mother for a long time, even her heart has softened, Fang Wenxiu sighed lightly, and said, "Let you go."

At dinner, Song Yirong steamed the corn into the rice cooker.

After dinner, I took out the steamed corn and sat on a stool under the tree to gnaw slowly.

The corn is really fresh and tender, and each kernel is full. When you bite down, the sweetness spreads in the mouth instantly, and the taste buds seem to be awakened.

He took a shower as soon as he got home, and he was dressed very coolly, with a large white loose vest and a pair of black cotton shorts that did not reach the knee.

The sweet scent of corn enveloped his nose, making him feel a warm and wonderful sweetness.

This is what Zhou Lang saw when he entered Song Yirong's house. Song Yirong's white arms were swinging leisurely in the air, and his calves were slightly raised. The lines are very beautiful. It's like doing all the seduction under the tree. action.

God knows, obviously Song Yirong didn't do anything.

Zhou Lang was anxious, and walked behind Song Yirong step by step. Song Yirong had already noticed that he was coming, so he took advantage of the situation and leaned back, resting his head on Zhou Lang's stomach.Zhou Lang raised his hand to hook Song Yirong's chin, and asked, "My mother said, did you help peel corn today?"

"Well," Song Yirong said, "the corn is so sweet, and there is Nanfeng, do you want to try it?"

Zhou Lang bent down to grab his finger, pulled it to his eyes and looked at it, his heart ached, and he asked, "Does it hurt?"

Song Yirong didn't care too much, and said lightly: "Uncle and aunt have stripped more than me, and I didn't help much."

Zhou Lang said: "The flesh on your fingers is tender, don't do it next time, wait until I come back and peel it off."

"No," Song Yirong looked back at Zhou Lang's face, with shimmering eyes, and said solemnly, "I want to grow some calluses."

Zhou Lang was puzzled: "Why?"

Song Yirong lowered his voice and said, "Because it will be very comfortable to touch."

Zhou Lang's face turned red, he picked up Song Yirong and walked into the house, and said stiffly: "I have cocoons."

Song Yirong is light and easy to hug, and the skin at the bend of the knee is also soft and slippery. Zhou Lang's palm was terribly hot, but Song Yirong smiled softly, rubbed his leg against Zhou Lang's hand, and said, "Then let me Am I comfortable?"

Zhou Lang's Adam's apple rolled violently, the veins on his arm bulged, and he said, "Yes."

Song Yirong continued to fight, and asked: "Where is the puppy, is it still there?"

Before he reached the door, Zhou Lang couldn't resist Song Yirong's repeated attacks, and the strength in his hands was frighteningly strong, so he put Song Yirong down.

In the next second, an arm passed behind Song Yirong's waist, wrapped around his waist, and pressed the back of Song Yirong's head with his big hand to kiss him.

Song Yirong couldn't hide very well, and his tongue hurt a little from being bitten, but Zhou Lang suddenly thought of something, let go of his mouth, stepped back half a distance, and said in a hoarse voice, "The puppy is here, let me touch it."

Song Yirong couldn't hide the smile in his eyes, as soon as Zhou Lang's voice stopped, he hugged Zhou Lang's neck and kissed him again.

The author says:

I had so much fun writing today!I just like kissing!

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!