I got married with a big star contract in the world of dog blood

On the evening of December 12th, the weather was fine, but when it was almost 30:0, the wind suddenly blew up.

Song Xuejing came home from get off work, blowing all the way until her cheeks were stiff, there was a small stall at the gate of the community that was still selling roasted sweet potatoes, Song Xuejing rubbed her hands and went to pick five.

Carrying the heavy bag, Song Xuejing had just walked downstairs when it was snowing, and thin snowflakes fell on his eyelashes. He looked up at the sky, and the snow like goose feathers arrived unexpectedly.

Song Xuejing's eyes were bent, he turned his head back, and just walked a few steps into the building, Song Yinan's text message came again.

[My son, happy birthday!Ask for any gift you want. 】

Song Xuejing was the same as usual, just couldn't look back, he walked into the elevator, waited to get out of the elevator, and sure enough, Song Yinan couldn't wait to send several messages in succession.

【Dad misses you very much. 】

[Can I celebrate your birthday? 】

[Dad has been in poor health recently, and that woman's son has entered a mental hospital again, and she has time to bother me again, so she asked a lawyer to divide my money away, don't worry, all my money belongs to you, I have already Transfer to your name, don't give a dime to outsiders! 】

[Son, you can return Dad with a punctuation mark. 】

……

Song Xuejing immediately shut down the phone.He walked to the door of the house, opened the door and went in. The house was as dark as ever.

Lu Yan has a schedule this week and is not at home.

Song Xuejing changed her shoes, went to the coffee table to put down the roasted sweet potatoes, went to the bathroom to wash her hands, and returned to the living room.

Sitting cross-legged on the carpet, Song Xuejing first turned on the TV and clicked on the history of the last time.

During this period of time, Song Xuejing was making up for Lu Yan's TV series, which was a campus idol drama.

Lu Yan's 17-year-old work, playing the role of a school girl with good grades.

The heroine is a transfer student, and she became Lu Yan's deskmate on the first day she came.

At first, the two disliked each other, but after getting along, the two attracted each other again.

The last time Song Xuejing saw the eighth episode, it was the heroine who was confessed by the male number two. Lu Yan was jealous, and took the heroine to the rooftop in the evening self-study.

Click play, turn off the light in the living room, Song Xuejing opened the bag, took out a big hot sweet potato, skillfully peeled off the skin and took a bite.

It was sweet, glutinous and heart-running, Song Xuejing squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

But at this time, on the big screen, the sound of reading could be heard from time to time, and the moon and stars fell into the eyes of the heroine. Lu Yan held her face and was about to kiss her.

Song Xuejing gnawed on the sweet potato and watched intently, completely oblivious to the opening and closing of the security door.

On the TV, when Lu Yan was about to kiss the heroine, a flashlight suddenly shone on Lu Yan's back, and an angry roar sounded: "Stop! Which class!"

Is it the dean?

Song Xuejing licked the sweet residue at the corner of his mouth. He had watched a few of Lu Yan's movies, and he probably knew the setting of these dramas.

Sure enough, a middle-aged man with a Mediterranean hairstyle ran out quickly, trying to catch Lu Yan and the heroine.

Song Xuejing took another bite of the sweet potato, and watched Lu Yan pull the heroine up to the parapet before flipping over.

"Come down quickly! Don't fall!" The dean turned pale with fright.

Without looking back, Lu Yan pulled the heroine and squatted on a low platform with a shelter. When the dean came over and looked down, there was no one in sight.

On the platform, just as Lu Yan turned his head to talk to the heroine, the heroine took the initiative to kiss Lu Yan.

Romantic music sounded, and it was the theme song sung by Lu Yan again.

Song Xuejing swallowed the sweet potato, and was suddenly hugged from behind. The man who was full of wind and snow, rested his chin on Song Xuejing's shoulder, and smiled softly: "Will you be jealous if you watch my kiss scene so seriously?"

Song Xuejing was pleasantly surprised: "You're back." Turning around to look at Lu Yan.

However, Lu Yan tightly circled Song Xuejing's waist to prevent him from moving. His lips were cool, and he kissed Song Xuejing's earlobe casually: "You haven't answered yet, are you jealous?"

"No... Ah!" Song Xuejing just said two words, her whole body fell down, and was pressed onto the carpet by Lu Yan.

The roasted sweet potato in his hand fell aside, the TV screen was blocked by the tea table, and Song Xuejing's vision became darker again, except for Lu Yan's eyes, which he could see clearly.

Bright as a hungry wolf, as if looking at food.

"..."

Song Xuejing unconsciously licked the corner of her mouth, "I..."

Before finishing speaking, Lu Yan lowered his head and sealed Song Xuejing's lips.

In the living room, Lu Yan's lyrical singing continued, but his kiss was completely different and violent, sweeping away all the air in Song Xuejing domineeringly.

Song Xuejing put his hands on Lu Yan, and finally pushed Lu Yan away. After he was able to breathe, he quickly said, "I haven't taken a shower yet!"

Unexpectedly, Lu Yan picked him up directly by the waist, and strode towards the master bedroom: "It's just right. I didn't wash it either, let's go together."

Song Xuejing: "..."

Outside the window at this time, the goose feather snow fell more and more, covering the world with a beautiful white snow.

The next day, when Song Xuejing woke up, he felt as if his whole body had been reassembled.

He looked to the side first, it was empty, the quilt was lifted by a corner, and Lu Yan had already got up.

Not having the strength to lift her foot to kick the quilt, Song Xuejing withdrew her hand from the quilt, ready to remove the quilt, the next second.Song Xuejing's pupils were dilated, staring at the dense hickey marks on his hand.

"..."

How come... so many!

Is Lu Yan a dog?

As he is now, he can't see people at all.Fortunately, it's Saturday, so I don't have to go to work.

Song Xuejing didn't move, she pulled up the quilt to cover her face, feeling depressed.

After a while, Song Xuejing heard the sound of the door being pushed and footsteps approaching.

He was motionless.

Lu Yan didn't mean anything, so he decided to get angry for a while, saying it was the last time every time, but in the end...

Lu Yan looked at Song Xuejing who was wrapped up like a mummy, and knew that he was awake, and also knew that he was angry.

Lu Yan laughed, knelt down and poked the quilt, which happened to be where Song Xuejing's face was, "I was wrong, can you not be angry?"

Lu Yan tried to pull down the quilt, but Song Xuejing hurriedly stopped him: "You don't count what you say, make it the last time, and..."

Song Xuejing's cheeks were hot and she couldn't continue speaking.

"I want to stop too." Lu Yan was hugged directly, without any sign of introspection, "But I can't control my brother when I see him."

"..." Song Xuejing's toes curled up again in embarrassment. Lu Yan clearly did it on purpose. When doing those things, he kept kissing his ear and calling brother...

But he is not as thick-skinned as Lu Yan, so he can only fight back in a low voice, "I don't want to see you today, you can go."

"Really?" Lu Yan lowered his voice, it was heavy and magnetic, like a voodoo, "Then I ate the rocket cake alone?"

The quilt was pulled down instantly.

Song Xuejing's crimson face appeared, her black hair was messed up, her lips were slightly swollen, she looked very pitiful.

Lu Yan couldn't take a closer look at night, but now he saw it, and he was a little stunned.

It's been a long time since I saw Song Xuejing, he was a little too excited...

Song Xuejing's eyes were bright, and she looked at him without blinking, "What rocket cake?"

Lu Yan laughed, it was so coaxing, he picked up Song Xuejing and walked to the living room.

Song Xuejing circled Lu Yan's neck habitually, still asking: "Did you do it?"

After he asked, Lu Yan had carried him out of the bedroom, and he saw the cake on the coffee table at a glance.

A fondant cake in the shape of a rocket launch.

Memory opens again.

For his 8th birthday, his mother specially asked a pastry chef to make a rocket cake for him.

It's exactly the same as the cake on the coffee table.

To say that you are not moved is a lie.

Song Xuejing's nose was a little itchy. He rubbed it. Just as he was about to say something, Lu Yan tilted his head and kissed him gently on the cheek: "Happy birthday, my light."

Song Xuejing raised her moist eyes: "Ah?" What light?

Lu Yan smiled, lowered his head again and swept away all Song Xuejing's thoughts.

Between the lingering lips, an answer overflowed.

"You are my light."