Seduce a shy loyal dog

happy Birthday

Sleeping deeply with nothing in mind, Song Yirong slept until dawn, when Zhou Lang woke up, Zhou Lang was not in the room, he called out, but no one answered, so Song Yirong touched the phone on the bedside table.

Turning on the screen, I saw the overwhelming messages, all of which wished him a happy birthday. For the first time, both Xin Manxiang and Song Zicheng sent him messages, except for Song Zhaoxing.

But when I clicked on Xin Manxiang's message, it was a sentence: Xiaoyi, my father and I wish you a happy birthday and a safe year.

【Red envelope】

Song Zicheng's was much simpler, it seemed that he was still arguing, and he said alone: ​​Happy birthday.

Song Yirong was stunned for two seconds, it seemed that he hadn't had such a serious birthday for a long time.

Pointing to the WeChat message, he continued to slide down.

What I saw was the news that Jian Ran stuck to send, the overwhelming cute emoticons and the sentence "Happy Birthday" mixed in, which was very Jian Ran's personality.

When it was published earlier, Song Yirong had filled in his personal information, so it is not surprising that Jian Ran knew his birthday.

Below are some messages sent by friends in college. It has been a long time since I have contacted them. At first glance, Song Yirong still felt very strange.

After replying "Thank you" one by one, Song Yirong quit WeChat and wanted to make a call to Zhou Lang, but there was no one in the morning.

But before the call was made, the door beeped. Zhou Lang opened the door and came in. He was wearing a black T-shirt, which made his shoulders broad and his neck tall, and his figure was tall and straight. Song Yirong saw that he was carrying a I had an early meal, so I sat up straight and asked, "Have you gone out to buy breakfast?"

Zhou Lang scratched his hair, put breakfast on the round table, walked up to Song Yirong, looked at him, and said, "Song Yirong, happy birthday."

He subconsciously wanted to apologize, wanted to say that he didn't know Song Yirong's birthday was today, and he only found out when he accidentally saw the message on Song Yirong's lit phone screen.

As a boyfriend, it's too irresponsible.

But Song Yirong had already raised his hand to cover Zhou Lang's mouth, "Okay, it's okay."

Song Yirong knew what he was thinking and gave the answer in advance. Zhou Lang put his lips on Song Yirong's palm and nodded slightly.

Song Yirong felt itchy and withdrew his palm, Zhou Lang opened his mouth and said, "I bought a gift."

"I watched it temporarily in the morning. I walked around and only found this," Zhou Lang said in a low voice, "I'm not ready..."

Song Yirong didn't spoil his interest, his eyes lit up slightly when he heard that there was a gift, "Let me see."

Zhou Lang took out a very delicate small box from his pocket, and Song Yirong smiled at him: "Could it be that you bought me a ring?"

Zhou Lang shook his head and said, "No."

Song Yirong took the box, felt the texture of the flannel first, held the box slowly, and then slowly opened it.

Inside was a simple platinum necklace with a tiny cat pendant.

The style is not ostentatious at all, but Song Yirong knows that Zhou Lang must have chosen it carefully.

Holding the necklace and looking up again, Zhou Lang's forehead was slightly shiny, and he was sweating a little.

Song Yirong smiled and said, "So nervous?"

Zhou Lang gave a "hmm" and asked softly, "Do you like it?"

"I like it," Song Yirong said softly, "Can my boyfriend take it for me?"

Zhou Lang nodded, hooked his fingers around the necklace, walked around behind Song Yirong, and put the necklace on him.

Song Yirong's hair has been cut, but now it's very short, the back of her neck is slender and fair, with big labia exposed, Zhou Lang's fingers slipped loosely, and his hands were warm and greasy, and he was a little reluctant to leave.

But she still turned her head straight, looked away, and seriously put on the necklace for Song Yirong. The kitten pendant was hanging on the depression of Song Yirong's collarbone, shaking gently with Song Yirong's movements.

Like icing on the cake.

Zhou Lang was a little dazed, and suddenly wanted to tie another necklace in the shape of a puppy in his pocket to Song Yirong's neck.

Feeling that the necklace was fastened, Song Yirong touched the pendant hanging on his collarbone, turned his head and asked, "Does it look good?"

Zhou Lang pursed his lips and said softly, "I don't want you to wear that white vest in the future."

Song Yirong burst out laughing and teased him, "It's really so pretty."

Zhou Lang remained silent, rubbing his finger on Song Yirong's shoulder lightly, and said after a while, "I bought a pair."

Song Yirong hooked his chin and leaned over, "I'll put it on for you."

Seeing the pattern on the pendant, Song Yirong smiled again: "It really is a dog hook."

The necklace was cold against the skin, Zhou Lang leaned over to hug Song Yirong, kissed the little mole on his Adam's apple, and the necklaces collided lightly.

Song Yirong pushed him, "I'm going to brush my teeth..."

Zhou Lang bit his Adam's apple and sucked loudly. After a long time, he was willing to leave and said, "I'll take you to wash up."

Song Yirong cooperatively asked Zhou Lang to pick him up, and deliberately asked, "Zhou Lang, am I heavy?"

"It's not heavy," Zhou Lang let go of one hand, "I can hold you with one hand."

Song Yirong laughed, leaned into his ear, and said, "Then Brother Lang is also very fierce on the bed?"

Zhou Lang's shoulders straightened instantly, and it took him a long time to say in a hoarse voice, "Song Yirong...I have to pick a house today."

The implication is stop being hot.

Song Yirong said "Oh" with a calm expression, and slid his fingers down, pretending to carelessly tease Zhou Lang's puppy.

Zhou Lang stopped in his tracks, his eyes were turning red, his Adam's apple moved, and he suppressed his voice, saying, "Don't cry when I'm ready."

Song Yirong believed it, but was not afraid.

The author says:

good night!