Senior help me chase him back

For the next week, Song Xiuyang was busy. In the morning Cheng Qiao would get up early to accompany him to class, and at noon Cheng Qiao would honestly return to his residence to entertain himself.

Song Xiuyang came back very late at night, and every time Cheng Qiao came back, he would leave a light in the living room and sit in the bedroom waiting for him to come back.

At this time, he can't help but embrace people in his arms, even if he doesn't do anything, the deepest part of his heart is warm.

Life is nothing more than that, when you come back at night, your loved one will leave a light for you, sitting at home and waiting for you.

However, how could Song Xiuyang do nothing? He loved this man who was two years younger than him.

Cheng Qiao and Song Xiuyang's love affair Cheng Qiao didn't disclose it to anyone, including that kid Lu Minghui, even Lu Minghui would ask some weird questions on the sidelines every day.

Cheng Qiao didn't let go either.

He originally thought that his falling in love could be regarded as a major event in life, and that everyone must be together, and both of them should be together.

The weekend is coming soon, and Cheng Qiao will be returning to China in two days. Just the day before returning home, Song Xiuyang asked the professor for leave and rented an RV from somewhere, planning to take Cheng Qiao for a drive.

Cheng Qiao sat in the RV, opened the window, and stretched out his slender, white fingers. The gentle breeze passed through his fingertips. Although it was cold, it was very comfortable. Looking at the greenery all over the mountains and plains, he felt very comfortable.

Cheng Qiao leaned lazily by the window, tilting her head slightly to look at someone who was driving seriously.

"How could you think of taking me out?"

Song Xiuyang glanced at Cheng Qiao, "You will go back tomorrow, and you didn't take you out to have fun, lest you come together in the future and say that I am not romantic."

Cheng Qiao raised her eyebrows, and looked Song Xiuyang carefully from top to bottom, "Actually, I like it quite a bit."

Song Xiuyang paused slightly with his hands on the steering wheel, and said with a smile, "I can't all be on the bed."

He didn't know whether it was Song Xiuyang's intention or Cheng Qiao's intention, but he always felt that the tone of Song Xiuyang's words just now was so thought-provoking.

The car stopped near a field, because it was in the wild, the air was exceptionally fresh.

Cheng Qiao ignored Song Xiuyang, and when he was packing his things in the RV, he got out of the car and sat by the door.

The breeze was blowing on his bangs, making his hair a little messy. He didn't raise his hand to brush it away, but sat quietly, enjoying the nature.

Since going to school, Cheng Qiao seldom has the time to sit quietly and look at the scenery. Either she is immersed in the sea of ​​questions, or she is addicted to mobile phones and computers.

Song Xiuyang packed up his things and brought a cup by his hand. Seeing Cheng Qiao sitting at the door, he didn't rush forward, but leaned against the car pillar behind and watched him quietly.

You look at the scenery, I look at you.

Song Xiuyang lowered his head and pursed his lips and smiled lightly. It has been a week and a half since the two confirmed their relationship.After being together day and night for a week and a half, Song Xiuyang fell in love with this little guy even more.

He got up, handed the cup of milk tea to Cheng Qiao, and asked with a smile, "What are you looking at?"

Cheng Qiao turned out to be a little surprised by the milk tea. How could he prepare these when he came out to play.

"Don't like it?"

"like."

Cheng Qiao took a big sip, and the rich sweet aroma filled his mouth.

"I thought you'd be at home with me today."

Cheng Qiao called it "home" and Song Xiuyang's heart trembled. He looked at the milk stain left by the corner of Cheng Qiao's mouth, couldn't help but approached it, and kissed it.

"Actually, it can be done here."

Cheng Qiao laughed, the two of them are really too tired.

The cup of milk tea was still at the door, and the two had already rolled into the garage.

Song Xiuyang slightly lowered the temperature in the car, took someone's hand, and interlocked his fingers.

Maybe it's about to part, or maybe it's a different place.

Not only Cheng Qiao but also Song Xiuyang cherished this time very much.

The sweet but not greasy taste, the sluggish call in the ear, and the jagged rhythm between each other made the two intoxicated.

When Cheng Qiao woke up, it was already afternoon, and the bright sun outside had turned into a drizzle.After camping, the two had a quick meal and drove back.

On the way back, Cheng Qiao still lazily leaned on the co-pilot, looking at Song Xiuyang.

Thinking of the heat and his begging for mercy just now, he couldn't help but lean forward and want to kiss Song Xiuyang, but he still stopped him, and it's better to pay attention to safety in the car.

Song Xiuyang saw Cheng Qiao's careful thinking, touched someone's finger, and said with a smile, "Go home to satisfy you."

In this way, I finally went out to play and spent another day in the RV. Of course, I continued to sleep when I returned home.

The next day, Cheng Qiao woke up from Song Xiuyang's kiss, looked at the time on the wall clock, and fell asleep again in Song Xiuyang's arms.

Song Xiuyang was helpless. If he knew this, he shouldn't have promised him to come to him three times. This guy obviously didn't want to leave.

"Qiao Qiao, good boy, if I'm not busy in two days, how about I go back and see you?" The person who pretended to be asleep immediately opened his eyes, "Really?"

Those sincere eyes flickered under the long eyelashes, and Song Xiuyang couldn't help but kissed his eyelids, "If I don't say that, I won't wake up?"

Cheng Qiao was embarrassed to lie down again, so she could only sit up, "I don't want to leave so early. Isn't it four days until the Spring Festival?"

"It's getting late, don't you help your aunt and uncle buy new year's goods and pay New Year's greetings? If the second elder knows, I can still go to your Cheng's door properly in the future?"

Cheng Qiao was unhappy, "Just don't go, I'll come out to accompany you."

Song Xiuyang smiled helplessly, raised his hand and scratched the bridge of his nose, "Little fool, I'm always going to visit."

No matter how unhappy Cheng Qiao was, she could only be obedient.

After breakfast and packing up, Song Xiuyang pulled people into a taxi. In the car, Cheng Qiao held Song Xiuyang's hand tightly, and anyone with a discerning eye knew what he meant.

Sending Cheng Qiao away, Song Xiuyang did not leave in a hurry but looked at the plane taking off in the sky, feeling infinitely emotional.

He picked up his mobile phone and called his parents who were far away in the sky.

As soon as Cheng Qiao got off the plane, he turned on his phone and reported to Song Xiuyang that he was safe even though it was already late at night for Song Xiuyang.

"Baby, go home and rest first."

Cheng Qiao saw the word "Baby" that Song Xiuyang replied on the screen, which made Cheng Qiao feel sour. This person is really, I don't know that he misses him so much now!

Cheng Qiao didn't inform Lu Minghui when he came back, but just sent a text message to Lu Minghui when he got home, telling him that he was at home.

When Lu Minghui got the news, he ran to the next door without stopping.Looking at the person who has been young for almost two weeks, Lu Minghui is really hated.

"Stinky boy, you are looking for death! Why didn't you call me to find Dad Yang!"

"If you don't reply to my text message, I almost thought you died there!"

Seeing Cheng Qiao staring at him indifferently, Lu Minghui always felt something strange.

Sitting on the chair, looking at Cheng Qiao who was leaning against the door, he said, "You'd better give me a good reason, otherwise, you won't have a good time this year."

Cheng Qiao is not someone who would follow his tactics, but after thinking about it for a long time, Song Xiuyang didn't know when he would come back, so he simply didn't hide it from him.

"Well... I have something to tell you." Cheng Qiao rubbed his earlobe awkwardly.

Lu Minghui stopped his aggressive words, and looked at Cheng Qiao blankly, "What's the matter, you're still twitching."

"That's right, I'm with your father Yang."

Lu Minghui was surprised, "What did you say? What do you mean being together?"

This kid Lu Minghui still claims to be a lover, what does it mean to be together?

"Your father Yang is my boyfriend now." Cheng Qiao was afraid that he would ask what boyfriend meant again, so she hurriedly added, "We are in love."

This really scared Lu Minghui into a fool, and he couldn't recover for a long time, "So you guys had trouble before? Is this the reason?"

Cheng Qiao nodded lightly.

"This won't work!" Lu Minghui suddenly stood up and objected, "So you have become my mother?"

Cheng Qiao was speechless, "Why don't you call me Dad? I'm a man, okay?" He rolled his eyes directly.

Lu Minghui said: "But you are my father and daughter-in-law."

Cheng Qiao: "Why can't he be a daughter-in-law."

Lu Minghui looked Cheng Qiao up and down, "You are more likely to be a daughter-in-law."

Cheng Qiao just wanted to explain, but swallowed it back. Well, he admitted that he was the one lying down.

After kicking the nagging Lu Minghui out of the door, he received blessings from Xia Mo and Zheng Shaoyun.

At the end of Xia: Congratulations to lovers who finally get married, remember to owe me a meal.

Zheng Shaoyun: Brother Qiao is mighty, so he went after true love, congratulations!

Seeing his friends being happy for him, he couldn't help but open Moments and post a photo.

The photo was taken by the swimming pool in the rented house a few days ago. At that time, Cheng Qiao was standing by the swimming pool and playing with his mobile phone. Song Xiuyang came over and hugged him from behind. The reflection of the two fell into the swimming pool.

Because the picture was so beautiful, he couldn't help taking out his phone to take a picture.

That photo was the reflection of Song Xiuyang holding him in the water.

Although the faces of the two were not clearly visible, it was not difficult for those who knew them well to guess that after a short while, Cheng Qiao's circle of friends fell, and there were a lot of praises, blessings, and many inquiring about the real lord.

Cheng Qiao's eyes fell on Lu Minghui, Xia Mo and Zheng Shaoyun's replies.

Xia Mo: You two are really getting tired of it!

Lu Minghui: A moment of silence for Shaoyun.

Zheng Shaoyun: I'm exhausted.

Seeing the text messages of these three people, Cheng Qiao couldn't help but click on Song Xiuyang's circle of friends. There was a single circle of friends hanging on it, but he let Cheng Qiao fall into a honeypot.

For the same picture, Cheng Qiao didn't write anything, but Song Xiuyang added a sentence on it:

Mr. Cheng, please give me your advice.

The same seriousness, the same seriousness, but Cheng Qiao was intoxicated by the sweetness.

Cheng Qiao quickly opened his circle of friends, opened the photo album, and looked for Song Xiuyang's side face that he secretly took at night. The person in the photo was looking at the computer seriously, and the dim light hit his face. His face was even more handsome and handsome. Although the light was dim, he could be recognized at a glance.

Mr. Song, please give me your advice.