why don't you pass me

[Brother Yang, he faces the Taoist leader every day but does nothing...impossible!This is not the real Xue Yang! ! 】

The flowers under the moon are still blooming unremittingly, and the delicate petals have just come out to see the world...

He was stepped on the soles of his feet by someone who didn't know how to pity and cherish jade.

And Xue Baotie Tianwu (crossed out) Yang still went his own way without repentance: "That's right, it's me, do you have any objections?"

Haha, no comment, of course no comment. (Where do you dare to have it...)

When Jiao Didi died unjustly (crossed out) Hua's soul returned to heaven, Brother Yang kicked open the wooden door of the Yizhuang, walked in gracefully, and let the door swing in the wind with the sound of "creaking and creaking".

"Xiao Xingchen, I bought some mooncakes for the Mid-Autumn Festival today. I'll ask Song Lan to come in and cook later. Let's have a good reunion today." Xue Yang rubbed his hands, not knowing what to do. It's a bad thing, and I made my hands cold.

"Song Lan, you idiot, let the uncle come over and cook!"

Then I saw Song Zichen from Aoxue Lingshuang (yah!) Song Zichen coming to cook...

"Song Dai forced you to cook well, and when you're done, call me... No, go find me. I'll go to the Taoist priest to see."

Xue Yang walked softly into the cubicle he had partitioned off, and his eyes fell on the dark coffin, where Xiao Xingchen was lying peacefully.The moon and the scattered stars outside the window cast some light on the Taoist's face, adding a little vitality.Xue Yang lay on the side and stared blankly. He always felt that Xiao Xingchen would wake up soon.

"Xiao Xingchen, Song Lan is cooking outside, and I can eat it later."

Xue Yang was probably dazed, he saw the Taoist's lips parted slightly.He thought like this: "He's going to talk soon, he's going to scold me... But it's okay to scold me, at least he has a temper."

But for a while the Taoist didn't intend to speak. Xue Yang was not afraid that he would scold him, but he was afraid that he would not speak, and he was afraid that he would be speechless... So he sat up suddenly and bent down to kiss the Taoist on the lips.

"In this way, he can't say it even if he wants to!"

The Taoist's lips are very soft, and every line on it is gently brushed by the tip of his tongue, which is trying to pry open the white teeth and continue to penetrate...

"Boom-"

When Xue Yang turned his head, Song Lan's hellish eyes met.

Tsk, Song is dumb.

Xue Yang's order to him today is not to cause trouble, he can do whatever he is asked to do, he is not allowed to enter the cubicle without his permission, and do whatever else he wants... That is to say, Daoist Song now has his own consciousness.

So he is a bit collapsed now, why does the enemy send him to cook for the sake of kissing his friends?Why did the enemy look at him just now with the expression of wanting to kill someone who ruined his good deed?

So Song Daochang knocked down the broom behind the door under the collapse...

"Okay, Song Daibi, the rice is ready, right? Let's go eat."

A certain Song Daibi followed Xue Yang and looked at him with an inscrutable expression on his face.Xue Yang felt the scorching gaze behind him, frowned and looked back, "What do you want to express?"

Fu Xue wrote on the ground: "What do you mean?"

Song Lan has been with Xue Yang for half a year, and watching him talk about Xiao Xingchen, and being dazed by Xiao Xingchen from time to time, holding a candy over and over again and not willing to eat it, she can always feel something is different, but she didn't dare to go to it. Think deeply.Suddenly let him encounter such an impactful scene today... He really didn't slow down.

"What do you mean? Are you blind? Isn't Xiao Xingchen's eyesight enough for you to see clearly? I like him so obvious that I don't even know it. Heh, Song Dabao."

After leaving such a long sentence, Xue Yang turned around and walked towards the dining table, leaving Song Lan messing around in the wind with the unclosed door.Song Lan thought to himself, "What the hell?"

……

"Bah, Song Lan, how do you cook? Why one! Order! All! No! Sweet!"

'Hehe, can rice be sweet?Can it still be eaten? '

"Song Dabao! I really should let you taste Xiao Xingchen's cooking!"

Song Lan didn't have any thoughts about this sentence, but he felt as if...he didn't hate Xue Yang that much anymore?

The author has something to say:

Cough cough, it seems to be ooc... Pay attention to him!Let's make do with it!