Seduce a shy loyal dog

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Zhou Lang had visited some houses beforehand, so he went with Song Yirong today, just to make a final confirmation.

But it mainly depends on what style Song Yirong likes.

"This house is more spacious and the layout is more reasonable," Zhou Lang said. "The bedroom is also the largest among the ones I have chosen. You will be more comfortable to live in."

Song Yirong looked at them one by one, and was a little entangled, but still said: "Let's go and look at the others."

After seeing several, Song Yirong didn't show much interest until he saw the last set.

Zhou Lang still introduced to Song Yirong: "This set is relatively small, but the previous owner arranged it very warmly. There is a small study room next to the bedroom, and the living room faces the balcony. It can be warmed by the sun in winter. the sun."

Listening to Zhou Lang's voice, Song Yirong walked into the bedroom.The size of the bedroom is not too big, and even the furniture is fully occupied. There is a cyan lazy sofa, a light brown hanging chair, a checkered carpet under the feet, light gray curtains, and a delicate bay window.

His heart beat for almost a second.

"I like this." Song Yirong raised his eyes and looked at Zhou Lang, with joy in his voice.

Zhou Lang doesn't mind where he lives, as long as Song Yirong is with him.

So he nodded immediately, "Okay, that's it, it's up to you."

Because it is a rented house, the major layout and decoration in the later stage will save trouble. The owner has cleaned up the house very cleanly, and can move in after a little cleaning and ventilation.

After handing over the rental contract with the owner, Song Yirong couldn't help but express his thoughts to Zhou Lang on the way back.

He jumped up and down with joy, and his mouth kept chattering.

Song Yirong said that he wants to buy a lot of books so that the bookcases can be filled to the brim. When Zhou Lang is not at home, he can stay in the study, read books, pet the cat, and put two pillows on the bay window , so that you can sit on the bay window to eat snacks and watch the night view if you have nothing to do.

I also want to buy a new tablecloth, one with a blue bear pattern, and then I will take Lulu too, buy a cute cat climbing frame for Lulu, and arrange a beautiful nest.

"By the way," Song Yirong said halfway, turning around and pinching Zhou Lang's ears, "You can also buy two wicker chairs and put them on the balcony. The two of us can enjoy the breeze and watch the sunset. It's also very comfortable. ,Yes or no!"

Those pictures also appeared in Zhou Lang's mind at the right time, so beautiful that he couldn't believe it, his eyelashes moved, he looked at Song Yirong's face, smiled and said: "Yes, we can pick and choose together."

On the way back, I happened to pass by a convenience store, Zhou Lang stopped in his tracks, his ears turned red suddenly, and he looked at Song Yirong with deep eyes, Song Yirong couldn't stand it, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Lang's eyelids drooped slightly, and his eyes fell on Song Yirong's face, which seemed to be so heavy that Song Yirong couldn't breathe for some reason.

But not long after, Zhou Lang looked away and said softly, "Song Yirong, it's getting dark, are you in a hurry to go back tonight?"

Song Yirong couldn't help but licked his dry lips, "I'm not in a hurry."

"Wait for me," Zhou Lang rubbed his hair, "I'm going to buy something."

He went in with his messenger bag on his back, and before Song Yirong had to wait long, Zhou Lang came out with his messenger bag visibly bulging.

Song Yirong asked: "What is it?"

Zhou Lang looked at him, rolled his Adam's apple, and said, "Secret."

Song Yirong was so stared at him that his knees were weak, so he had no choice but to look away, and muttered: "Secrets are secrets."

After a day of shopping, it was really exhausting. Song Yirong looked at Zhou Lang anxiously and said, "My stomach is rumbling."

Zhou Lang was so cute by Song Yirong's eyes, he raised his hand and shoved his hair, and it took him a long time to respond: "Then, then let's go eat."

Song Yirong's back was straight, and his neck was white and glowing when viewed from the side. For a moment, he looked like a little fairy from the sky. Hearing this, he glanced at Zhou Lang lightly, and said solemnly, "Are you nervous?"

"You stuttered." Song Yirong added.

Zhou Lang embraced Song Yirong's thin shoulders, withdrew his hand, and said in a calm voice: "In front of Song Yirong, I have always been nervous, and there is no way not to be nervous."

Song Yirong blushed, and retracted the next sentence.

When eating, Song Yirong was a little sleepy, after taking two bites, his eyes narrowed, and he chewed twice in a daze.

Zhou Lang looked at his phone several times on the way, and he didn't forget to help Song Yirong's head, reminding him, "It's time to eat."

Song Yirong was really tired, so he forced his eyes open, took a few mouthfuls, put down his chopsticks, and leaned back on the chair.

It's okay to eat less now, Zhou Lang poked Song Yirong's face, and said warmly, "Go home, little Song."

Song Yirong opened his eyes, stared at Zhou Lang for a while, opened his mouth, and said, "Brother."

Zhou Lang laughed for a while, suppressed his voice, and said, "Okay, can brother take me home?"

"Well, come back." Song Yirong was in a state of fake drunk after eating, sleepy, his face was hot, and he was shaking.

It looks like a lazy kitten who is full and lazy.

After leaving the gate of the restaurant, the night was very dark, and there were not many pedestrians, only a few street lamps left to illuminate the dark road.

Zhou Lang bent down to lift him up, and asked Song Yirong to lie on his back. He hooked Song Yirong's knees, and supported his buttocks with one hand, to prevent him from slipping down.

Song Yirong pinched his ears again, as if he wasn't so sleepy anymore, and said slowly: "The muscles on your back are so hard, it hurts my ribs."

Zhou Lang held back for a long time before uttering a sentence: "It shouldn't be that hard."

Song Yirong laughed twice in his ears, and rubbed Zhou Lang's short hair with his warm cheeks. The hair was not soft against his scalp, but Song Yirong never let go, as if he couldn't put it down.

Zhou Lang didn't resist, just walked in silence, the street lamps stretched their shadows very long.

Song Yirong said: "Your shadow looks so high no matter what."

The corner of Zhou Lang's mouth curled into a smile, and he also looked at the shadow on the ground. Song Yirong was on his back, looking extraordinarily small, "Song Yirong." Zhou Lang called him suddenly.

"Huh?" Song Yirong responded.

Zhou Lang lifted Song Yirong up, his arms were firm and strong, protecting Song Yirong very tightly, his hoarse voice was sent to Song Yirong's ears in the summer night wind, and said: "I like you so much, what should I do? .”

Song Yirong's heart was beating blankly, dazed by the sudden confession.

This sentence is not different from the usual tone, but it is spoken more slowly and softly, but it is such a childish, even ordinary sentence, that makes Song Yirong lose all sleepiness in an instant.

After a long time, Song Yirong spoke on Zhou Lang's back, and said in a hoarse voice, "Me too."

Back at the hotel, Song Yirong discovered that Zhou Lang had also ordered a cake.

The two sat at the table facing each other. Zhou Lang put candles on him, put on a birthday hat, and according to the ritual, he turned off the switch and said, "The birthday star makes a wish first."

Song Yirong's face was clear and fuzzy in the flickering candlelight, the warm orange light shone on his face, he opened his eyes, smiled and said, "I promise."

The cake was ordered according to Song Yirong's preference, with orange cream, chocolate crispy skin, and many sliced ​​fruits on top.

The cake was not big, but it looked very delicate. Song Yirong hadn't eaten cake for a long time, so he ate the piece of cake that was cut seriously.

There was some cream on the corner of his mouth, Zhou Lang took a look, and as if he couldn't restrain himself, he grabbed Song Yirong's hand that was pressing the remote control, and clasped his fingers to kiss him.

Song Yirong was so kissed that the tip of his tongue became limp, like eating a cake, he rolled out the bit of cream and held it in his mouth for a long time before swallowing it reluctantly.

Song Yirong was still wearing a T-shirt, Zhou Lang was afraid that he would be hot, so he helped him take it off and put it on the bedside.

Song Yirong was leaning against the wall, his back was covered by his big hands, the heat came continuously, burning his eyes white.

The incandescent lamp was dangling above his head, Song Yirong completely lost his dominance, and gasped heavily amidst the buzzing sound of the TV.

Zhou Lang grabbed his wrist and kissed his wrist bone. Song Yirong pushed Zhou Lang's head with red eyes, but couldn't move, "Stop kissing."

That wrist is as white as fine jade, and like Song Yirong's Adam's apple, it has a small light-colored mole, Zhou Langxiao has thought about it, dreamed about it.

Now that it is close in front of your eyes, in your mouth, taste it, smell it, your head will roar loudly, as if it is on the verge of exploding.

The zipper of the black satchel was half unzipped. Zhou Lang's movements were not proficient, but he remembered the steps clearly.

Song Yirong was sweating and panting in his hands, and couldn't escape Zhou Lang's hand holding his calf.

Only halfway through the excavation of the tunnel, the thin mountain trembled uncontrollably. The machine was still hard, but the whole body exuded steaming heat.

Song Yirong wanted to cry, but stopped after sobbing a few times. He pushed Zhou Lang's waist with his fingers and said, "The mountain is about to collapse."

Zhou Lang touched Song Yirong's head and said in a hoarse voice, "You can't blame me."

Song Yirong blinked his eyes, at first glance, he seemed a little confused, "Then who is to blame?"

"It's the machine," Zhou Lang told the story in a deep voice, "the machine can't stop."

Song Yirong froze for a moment, opened his mouth and bit Zhou Lang's arm with his teeth, the shallow teeth marks were neat, and the red marks were very light, obviously he was not willing to use much effort.

Zhou Lang lowered his head to bite Song Yirong's red lips, and asked, "Do you want to listen to the story?"

Song Yirong couldn't speak at all, Zhou Lang continued on his own: "The inside of the mountain is actually very soft, but it's airtight, which makes people feel hot. If the machine goes in deep, it will back out a little, and push it harder. Go to the top and watch the mountain react."

"If the mountain cries hard, the machine will slow down and move forward with a small distance."

Song Yirong finally couldn't help it, and covered his mouth, "Stop talking."

Zhou Lang was also drenched in sweat. The story told him too hard, and his nerves were already too tense.

While talking, Song Yirong's cell phone buzzed, and he couldn't pick it up with soft hands. Zhou Lang relaxed, helped Song Yirong answer the phone and put it to his ear.

As soon as Song Yirong opened his mouth, he was taken aback by himself. He became hoarse. He cleared his throat before continuing: "Hello..."

"Xiaoyi, I am mother," Xin Manxiang said, "Happy birthday, baby."

Song Yirong pursed her lips and didn't react too much to the name baby, "Well, thank you."

"Aren't you planning to go home today?" Xin Manxiang's concern was evident in her words, as if the past had disappeared and she could start over, "Mom has been waiting for you for a long time."

Song Yirong paused and said, "I have something to do."

Sensing Song Yirong's depression, Zhou Lang kissed him on the side of the cheek and hugged him even tighter.

The phone call was hung up after a few words. As soon as Song Yirong put down the phone, Zhou Lang leaned over, pushed him, and called him, "Baby."

"Is that so, Song Yirong." Zhou Lang's sweat dripped onto Song Yirong's collarbone, and he never tired of doing it, and called again, "Baby."

Song Yirong made several indistinct responses from his throat, his spine went numb, and an electric current passed through his body suddenly.

The window was blank, a flash of lightning flashed across the window, and a sudden heavy rain fell.

The author says:

The story looks good... [eyes on the sidelines]

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