Senior help me chase him back

Cheng Qiao's home is a two-storey small bungalow. The first floor is a kitchen, living room, and study room, and the second floor is four bedrooms.

Cheng Qiao went up the spiral staircase on the first floor, without paying attention to what the adults said, she came to her room and took out a thin blanket from the closet.

He stared at his bed for a long time, and then moved his eyes to the window beside the bed. It was dark outside the window, and there was something vaguely moving under the faint light.

Cheng Qiao suddenly recovered, and strongly restrained herself from thinking too much, "It's okay, it's okay, it's all fake."

Song Xiuyang, who was brought by Cheng's mother to the door of Cheng Qiao's room, stood outside the door, seeing Cheng Qiao talking to himself, he felt very cute.

"Everything is fake?"

Cheng Qiao hugged the blanket and turned around, just in time to meet Song Xiuyang's warm eyes.

"It's nothing, the senior and my mother have finished chatting with the adults?"

Who would have thought that as soon as Cheng Qiao finished speaking, Cheng's mother walked over from behind Song Xiuyang, looking at her son, she was very dissatisfied, "Why, you are very opposed to me chatting with your...friends?"

"No, no, hehe... Then I'll help the senior make the bed." After speaking, she quickly disappeared from her mother's sight holding the blanket.

With Song Xiuyang as a comparison, the more Cheng Ma looked at her son, the more unsatisfactory she felt. Fortunately, he was able to find her a good son-in-law, so she didn't make things difficult for her son anymore.

Mother Cheng originally wanted to chat with Song Xiuyang again, but was interrupted by Dad Cheng who went upstairs. Dad Cheng walked between the two of them in displeasure, took his wife's hand and walked towards the bedroom.

Famously, "Why are you bothering the two children? We still have serious business to do."

Seeing Cheng's mother shyly pulled away by Cheng's father, Song Xiuyang, who was left behind, smiled.

What kind of precious family is this, people fall in love with it after getting along for a while.

Song Xiuyang found Cheng Qiao's figure next door to Cheng Qiao's bedroom. At this moment, he was kneeling on a 1.5-meter-wide single bed, making the bed hard.

While making the bed, he said plausibly, "My mother is too, and she didn't come to help me. I wonder if his son can't take care of himself?"

He finally aligned one end of the sheet, and wanted to get out of bed to pull the other end, but who knew that his toes accidentally got caught on the sheet.

Followed by Cheng Qiao's sigh.

Song Xiuyang leaned outside the door and looked at the people in the room who were in a hurry. He was in a good mood.

The Cheng Qiao in front of him has faded away from the shadow of the school bully and the school grass, like a big boy at home, but Cheng Qiao is really not suitable for housework, it seems that he really wants to make a good money in the future, part-time jobs are indispensable.

Song Xiuyang saw Cheng Qiao knelt by the bed in a cat posture again, moved his eyebrows slightly, and approached with a smile.

His back is arched, and because of his emaciation, the bones under his white shirt are clearly visible.

He slowly walked behind Cheng Qiao and looked at the person who was earnestly helping him make his bed. For a moment, he really wanted to hug him from behind. If there was a future, would they be like this? ?

Song Xiuyang moved his lips, raised his hand, put it on his back, and patted him twice, "Cheng Qiao, let me do it."

All I saw was that Cheng Qiao's back was stiff, and he turned to look at him with a tense face. The face full of forbearance was black and white for a while.

"Senior, don't you make a sound when you walk?" Cheng Qiao glanced at Cheng Qiao's somewhat inflexible legs, and after thinking about it, he felt that his words were a bit abrupt.

He wanted to explain again, but he didn't expect to hear Song Xiuyang's apology.

"Sorry, I forgot."

"It's okay, it's okay, hehe... I'm too timid." Cheng Qiao sat back on the bed with some embarrassment, looked at the still messy sheets, and looked for topics.

"Senior, will you make the bed?"

Song Xiuyang glanced at the wrinkled sheets and smiled slightly.He signaled Cheng Qiao to get out of the way, walked to the end of the bed, and spread the bed sheet quickly with three twitches.

Cheng Qiao stood aside and watched in a daze. It's as simple as that, and he still can't handle it?

After the bed was made, Cheng Qiao thoughtfully brought clean clothes for Song Xiuyang from her own room, "These are new and haven't been worn yet. If the senior doesn't mind, you can put them on first."

Cheng Qiao glanced at Song Xiuyang's height, touched his earlobe, and said embarrassingly, "Maybe he's a little small, the senior can make do with it for one night."

Song Xiuyang took the clothes from Cheng Qiao, picked them up and looked them over, he noticed that there was a pair of underwear sandwiched between the pajamas and pajama pants.

"This one is also clean. I haven't worn it. Below are two clean bath towels. This room is a guest room without its own bathroom. The senior can come to my room to take a bath later."

Song Xiuyang only nodded slightly, and put the clothes beside the bed, "Thank you then, I'll go later."

After explaining everything, Cheng Qiao was supposed to let the senior have a good rest, but because he was afraid, he had to find some reason to increase the time they spend together.

"Senior, do you want to come and visit my room?" Cheng Qiao wanted to bite his tongue after speaking and visit the room?He could be a little more childish.

"If you're tired, you can..."

"Okay." Song Xiuyang responded immediately, interrupting Cheng Qiao's explanation, "I just don't want to sleep yet, so it's good to go to your place to play and take a bath."

"That's good." Cheng Qiao help Song Xiuyang to pick up the clothes he put beside the bed like a dog, and walked to the next door.

Seeing Cheng Qiao's cute side, Song Xiuyang really wished that time could stop here.

Cheng Qiao's room faces the sun and has a large French window. In front of the French window is a two-meter double bed. On the other side of the bed is a wardrobe and a bathroom.

Opposite the bed is a desk, a bookshelf and a shelf full of glasses.

Seeing the cup, Song Xiuyang's eyes flashed with surprise.

Cheng Qiao put the clothes for Song Xiuyang in the bathroom, and when he got out of the bathroom, he saw Song Xiuyang standing beside the rack.

Just as he thought of something, he naturally walked to Song Xiuyang's side, looked at his collection of cups, and reluctantly said, "Senior, I still owe you a cup. I originally wanted to sneak out and buy it for you while we were watching a movie." Yes, I don’t want this matter to be delayed by that kid Lu Minghui, can you see if you like it? Just take it.”

Cheng Qiao silently added another sentence in her heart: I will double the cup you took away with Lu Minghui, no!Pay me four times.

Song Xiuyang stared at the cups for a long time. The cups on the shelves are of different shapes, some are traditional, some are very individual, some are single, and some are a pair.

His gaze was suddenly attracted by a white cup with a basketball logo placed in the corner. He seemed to have seen this cup before somewhere.

Cheng Qiao looked towards Song Xiuyang's line of sight, paused for a moment, and took out the white cup a step ahead of Song Xiuyang.

The cup was placed in front of Song Xiuyang, and Cheng Qiao said, "Senior like this?"

Based on his current understanding of Song Xiuyang, he didn't think Song Xiuyang would like this cup, and he didn't take the cup, but just stared at it.

After a long time, Song Xiuyang stared at the cup and said quietly, "I seem to have seen this somewhere."

Seeing that Song Xiuyang didn't intend to ask for it, Cheng Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, put the cup back in the corner, and explained: "Isn't this the one I use, the two are a pair, and the one I use is blue."

"Oh? You like this pair of cups very much?" Song Xiuyang was surprised and stared at the white cup for a long time.

"No, at that time I bought this set of cups to give away, that bad guy, didn't he disappear, the cups were not sent out, and I was idle, so I took them to the dormitory. I chose a blue one. The colored ones and the white ones are here."

Hearing Cheng Qiao's explanation, Song Xiuyang's eyes suddenly dimmed a little. He suddenly remembered the car accident half a year ago. Looking at the person in front of him, he suddenly felt lucky that everything was still in time.

"I want the white one."

Cheng Qiao was taken aback, "Senior, are you sure? You won't look at other cups anymore?"

To be honest, he was a little bit reluctant. He ordered this pair of cups for more than half a year, and he wanted to hit someone with this cup in the future.

"Well, the cups you have here are all too exaggerated, so I can use this one, or can you buy me another one?" Song Xiuyang saw his reluctance.

"Exaggeration?" Cheng Qiao quickly glanced at the cup on her shelf, hehe... Really, this is what Song Xiuyang can accept.

He said to let the seniors choose from here, but he can't say otherwise.

Cheng Qiao's heart was broken, and she took the cup and put it in Song Xiuyang's hands solemnly, "Here, it belongs to you."

For some reason, Song Xiuyang suddenly felt that what Cheng Qiao gave him was not a cup but a piece of his youthful past, which should have had him.

He raised the cup to play with it, and put it on Cheng Qiao's table.

After a brief silence between the two, Cheng Qiao took Song Xiuyang to play games in the bedroom for a while, asked Song Xiuyang about his homework, and talked about his future life. In short, he tried everything to keep Song Xiuyang from leaving Method.

Time passed by, and when the pointer pointed to twelve o'clock, Cheng's mother kindly pushed open the door of her son's room.

Seeing the two children sitting neatly at the desk and chatting, Mama Cheng had a hint of relief on her face.

"Okay, Xiao Qiao, quickly let Xiao Yang go back to rest, why are you still pestering her at such a late hour!"

Cheng Qiao didn't understand, so, "Is it late?" He deliberately looked up at the clock above his head, "Twelve o'clock." Hehe...it's a bit late.

Seeing Cheng Qiao's reluctance, Song Xiuyang only smiled and said to Cheng's mother, "Aunt Cheng, let's talk for a while and go to bed. Don't worry, it will never exceed 12:30."

Cheng Qiao nodded in agreement, "Yes, yes, we must sleep before 12:30."

Cheng's mother looked at her son helplessly. It was really the water thrown by the married son, "Okay, you watch for a while." After finishing speaking, Cheng's mother closed the door and left.

After Cheng's mother left, Song Xiuyang proposed to take a bath. Cheng Qiao felt bored, so she simply followed Song Xiuyang into the bathroom.

Song Xiuyang, who was just about to close the door, panicked when he saw Cheng Qiao coming in with clothes.

Quickly took half a step back and said, "Cheng Qiao, why did you come in?"

"Take a shower!"

"I'm still in the bathroom."

"I know, what's wrong with us washing together?" Cheng Qiao's innocent eyes immediately made Song Xiuyang speechless.

Song Xiuyang calmed down his pounding heartbeat, and said calmly, "Let's wash it separately, it's faster, and we can chat for a while."

Cheng Qiao thought for a while, yes, if the two of them wash together, it would definitely take a long time, then wouldn't he be able to pester Song Xiuyang for a while?

That's a great idea!

"That senior, why don't we wash together, I can still rub your back, it's okay to waste some time, what do you think?"

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