After faking his death, he stopped pretending to be a substitute.

After the celebration in the evening, Chu Yanyi and Song Yanxi walked out of the restaurant, and the Maybach driven by Qiu Liang was parked not far away.

He got out of the car, opened the back door, and stood respectfully beside it. Song Yanxi waited for Chu Yanyi to get in before he lowered his body and sat in.

After arriving at Jinxiu Garden, Song Yanxi followed into the house as a matter of course.

Chu Yanyi was too lazy to say anything about his behavior of staying overnight under various excuses.

In the living room, Chu Qian'an was sitting on the carpet studying his newly bought game console, while Shao Siming was squatting at his feet wearing a purple doggie bellyband.

"Wow..."

Shao Siming raised one of his paws and rubbed it, trying to attract the attention of his master.

Chu Qian'an held the latest game console in his hand, looking left and right with a serious expression, completely immersed in his own thoughts.

Chu Yanyi picked up the small ball in the corner with rare interest and threw it to Shao Siming: "Go and play."

Unexpectedly, the small ball had great bouncy power. After landing on the ground, it bounced back violently and bounced into the hollow space under the wooden carved coffee table. Shao Siming hurriedly jumped in.

“Bang! Bang!”

The items that were originally neatly arranged inside rolled to the ground in an instant with a few crackling sounds.

"Shao Siming!" Chu Yanyi had a heart attack.

“Woof…”

Shao Siming seemed to be frightened and stopped playing with the ball. He immediately crawled out from the hollow under the coffee table and squatted at Chu Qian'an's feet, with his two little ears drooping. He dared not move, and his little eyes looked as pitiful as possible.

Chu Qian stroked its head and said, "Be good, don't be afraid."

"Awoo..." Shao Siming raised one of his front paws and rubbed his hand like a spoiled child.

"Brother, Shao Siming didn't do it on purpose. Look how scared you made it."

"..."

Chu Yanyi's heart attack became more serious. He sighed helplessly and squatted down to pick up the items scattered on the ground.

"What happened?" Song Yanxi came down from upstairs wrapped in a bathrobe, wiping his wet hair with a towel.

Chu Yanyi didn't say anything. He silently picked up the things and put them back under the coffee table.

Chu Qi'an said succinctly: "My brother was teasing Shao Siming with the ball just now, and Shao Siming accidentally knocked over the items under the coffee table."

Song Yanxi put the towel on his shoulder, squatted down and wanted to help clean up, but saw Chu Yanyi's face suddenly turned ugly.

"You put this there?"

Song Yanxi glanced at the unopened small umbrella and lubricant in his hand, and shook his head in surprise: "It wasn't me who put it there."

Chu Yanyi was a little unconvinced: "Why are there these things under the coffee table?"

Song Yanxi thought for a moment: "Could it be Brett or Hall who put it there?"

Hall wouldn't do that. Only someone as shameless as Brett would do such a thing.

Chu Yanyi stuffed the thing into Song Yanxi's arms, who didn't understand for a moment: "Why are you giving it to me? We have all kinds of flavors in our bedside table, there's no need to use the ones Brett and the others left behind. If you like this spiral shape, I'll buy it tomorrow."

There is a minor here, do you think this is appropriate?

Chu Yanyi glared at him angrily: "What are you thinking about? I told you to throw it away!"

Song Yanxi, who misunderstood, smiled awkwardly and stood up to throw it outside.

Shao Siming came to Chu Yanyi, wagging his tail. As if he knew he was wrong, he raised a paw and rubbed the back of his hand in a flattering manner.

Chu Yanyi poked a small hole in its head with his fingers: "All your toys will be confiscated for the next three days, do you hear me?"

Shao Siming widened his eyes and woofed in disbelief.

Chu Yanyi threatened: "If you make another 'woof' sound, you won't get to eat any cookies tomorrow!"

“Woof…”

Shao Siming drooped his ears and looked at him aggrievedly, but Chu Yanyi was not moved at all.

Chu Qian'an couldn't bear it any longer, so he pulled Shao Siming into his arms, grabbed its ears, and walked upstairs: "He doesn't like you at all, but you still went to him eagerly and asked for trouble. Now, not only did you not get forgiveness, but your toys were confiscated by a dictatorial tyrant. You deserve it~"

Chu. Tyrant. Yan Yi: "Chu Qi'an, what are you mumbling about me?"

"No, I'm not talking about you. I'm talking about Shao Siming." Chu Qian'an turned around and smiled guiltily, then went upstairs in two steps.

Chu Yanyi snorted lightly, leaned back on the sofa, and kept switching channels with the TV remote control in his hand.

When Song Yanxi entered the room, he saw him watching TV. He had no intention of taking a rest for the time being, so he went to the kitchen and took out a dragon fruit, a kiwi, and five or six strawberries from the refrigerator. He washed them and cut them into equal-sized pieces.

After arranging everything neatly, he came out holding a plate of fruit.

"Yanyan, eat some fruit."

He picked up a piece of dragon fruit flesh with a fork and handed it to him. Chu Yanyi opened his mouth and the red dragon fruit flesh quickly went into his mouth.

With a gentle chew, the rich and sweet juice fills your mouth.

"How's it going? Is it sweet?"

Chu Yanyi narrowed his eyes like a kitten: "Very sweet."

He picked up the fork from the plate and forked a piece of dragon fruit flesh and handed it to him: "Try it too."

There was a hint of unconscious coquettishness in his tone, and Song Yanxi felt itchy in his heart. He looked at him with his deep brown eyes without blinking, and put it in his mouth without hesitation.

"Yeah, it's really sweet." It's sweet to the heart.