Senior help me chase him back

As the Spring Festival approached, Cheng Qiao began to get busy, accompanying her parents to visit relatives and preparing New Year's goods.

Since Song Xiuyang is half an ocean away, he can only watch anxiously in front of the computer for two hours every night, just to wait for Song Xiuyang to wake up and say good morning to him.

Cheng Qiao, who had never been in a relationship, never knew what it was like to miss, but when he parted from Song Xiuyang and got on the plane, he knew he had fallen.

There are too many pictures in front of him, and the one week with Song Xiuyang, let him know what is crazy, what is willing to fall, that kind of heart-to-heart collision, the pleasure/feeling after sweating, and only two people The secret language that he could only understand made him miss it all the more while waiting in front of the computer.

Today is New Year's Eve, and there will be a holiday abroad, but Song Xiuyang seems to be very busy. After talking on the phone last night, he was never seen again. Even at lunch, that guy sent a WeChat message and hurriedly ended the conversation.

Cheng Qiao was lying on the bed depressed. It was already two o'clock in the middle of the night, and it was already past the time for watching the new year, but he couldn't fall asleep anyway. At this time, no matter how busy Song Xiuyang was, he would turn on the computer, talk to him, and write Thesis, but today he is really weird.

Cheng Qiao suddenly had an idea, this guy can't be...

The ringing of the mobile phone interrupted Cheng Qiao's conjecture. When he saw the photo reflected on the screen of the mobile phone, the sadness between his brows finally dissipated.

Cheng Qiao answered the phone immediately, and without waiting for an answer, she lost her temper, "Why is it so late today? Did you stay up too late last night and wake up late?"

It was obviously a question, but to Song Xiuyang's ears, it was the most pleasant greeting.

He didn't answer Cheng Qiao's words immediately, but looked up at the building in front of him, looking at the only room with lights on, and his heart was filled with warmth somewhere.

The person on the other side of the phone just smiled when he saw him, and started to chatter again, nothing more than words like why you don't pay attention to your body, Song Xiuyang suddenly stopped him, and kept his eyes on the brightly lit room, "Qiao Qiao. "

"Huh?" Cheng Qiao closed the notebook, went to the bed and lay down, holding the phone in one hand and resting the other under his head, and said casually, "What's wrong?"

The person in the receiver paused for a few seconds, "I miss you."

Suddenly, Cheng Qiao was aroused by this sentence. He stood up, opened the closed curtains, and looked out of the window. When his eyes caught sight of his figure downstairs under the dim light, he stopped breathing. "I miss you too" on the lips was swallowed.

The other party may have heard his unnaturalness, and just asked, but was stopped by Cheng Qiao, "Wait for me, I'll go drink water."

Cheng Qiao subconsciously hung up the phone and ran downstairs so quickly that she woke up her sleeping parents.

He went downstairs quickly and stopped at the gate, breathing heavily, the beating heart almost jumped out of his throat, he could not be mistaken, it must be him.

Cheng Qiao adjusted her breathing, adjusted her smile, and forcefully opened the door. When she saw the people standing outside the courtyard, she could no longer be calm.

Excited, shouting, manic, he ran over desperately, opened the gate outside the courtyard, and went straight to Song Xiuyang's embrace.

Song Xiuyang easily took him over and hugged him tightly in his arms.

Hugging was no longer enough, Cheng Qiao slightly opened the distance between the two of them, and without waiting for Song Xiuyang to explain, he directly kissed his lips, crazy, nostalgic, tossing, and lingering.

What kind of tenderness and light pecking at this moment could no longer satisfy his desire/desire, he clasped his hands on Song Xiuyang's neck, sucking/sucking forcefully, thickly, crazily.

Song Xiuyang felt Cheng Qiao's miss, but why didn't he, otherwise he wouldn't have flown half the ocean back just because the little guy told him in the video yesterday that I want to drink milk.

After a passionate kiss, Cheng Qiao leaned limply on Song Xiuyang's neck, and he took a big breath from time to time, rubbing Song Xiuyang's cheek repeatedly with his slightly swollen red lips.

"How come?"

Song Xiuyang put his hand on the center of his moon, stroking it once in a while, his lips smiled slightly, showing a meaningful smile, "Didn't someone say that he wanted to drink milk?"

Cheng Qiao blushed instantly, and his body became weaker and weaker, but before he could speak, he heard his father's voice not far away.

"Is it Xiao Song?"

Cheng Qiao shuddered, and hurriedly distanced herself from Song Xiuyang. The sweet scene with great difficulty was instantly extinguished by Dad Cheng's greeting.

Cheng Qiao stood aside in embarrassment, with his head lowered, not knowing how to position his hands and feet. When did his father come? Don't they just talk to each other?

Father Cheng walked between Cheng Qiao and Song Xiuyang with a serious face, looked at the slightly calm Song Xiuyang, and then at his son who did not live up to expectations, hey!Isn't it just being caught and intimate by the father, why is his son like this?The old faces are all lost!

Father Cheng ignored his son and said to Song Xiuyang, "Xiao Song is coming so late to celebrate the New Year with Qiao Qiao?"

Song Xiuyang noticed that Dad Cheng was wearing pajamas, and he must have been woken up by them, so he apologized slightly, "Uncle, I'm sorry to bother you, I really miss him, that's why I'm so abrupt."

Cheng Qiao heard Song Xiuyang's words from the side, and immediately felt that a catastrophe was imminent. It's over, it's over, you're not calling yourself!

Father Cheng liked Song Xiuyang's confession very much, he looked at his son who was not up to date speechlessly, and said to the two of them: "It's cold outside, let's go ahead and talk about it."

Cheng Qiao and Song Xiuyang walked behind Dad Cheng, opened the door, and both of them saw Mother Cheng sitting in the living room who had been grinning from ear to ear.

Cheng's father looked at Cheng's mother and shook his head helplessly, "Can't you pretend to be more stable? You are still a university professor!"

Mother Cheng didn't listen to her old man's complaints, she hurriedly walked up to Song Xiuyang, took the hand of sending him off, and led him to the sofa to sit down, "Xiao Song came to see Xiao Qiao."

Cheng's mother's reaction made Cheng Qiao a little confused. He is obviously his own son, okay?

Song Xiuyang was a little embarrassed, "Well, Auntie, I'm really sorry, it's so abrupt to come here tonight."

"Where is there, look at your dusty appearance, did you come back from abroad?"

Song Xiuyang nodded, and said truthfully: "Well, I rushed over overnight, but the flight was still late, so I can't watch the New Year with you."

Cheng's mother smiled brightly, "Look at what you said, auntie and your uncle are very happy that you can come, have you eaten yet, auntie will order some dumplings for you!"

Seeing that Cheng Ma was about to get up, Song Xiuyang hurriedly stopped her, only saying that she had eaten on the plane.

Song Xiuyang looked at Cheng's mother and Cheng's father's reaction, and probably guessed that they had seen what was going on outside, and since he was smashed, he simply confessed.Looking at the reaction of the second elder, it wasn't that he wanted to stop him.

"Auntie, Jojo and I are in a relationship."

Although Cheng's father and Cheng's mother were a little surprised by the words of sending him to the training camp, they didn't show much ups and downs.

"We've known about this for a long time. It's okay, Xiao Song can't bear to come here. You two can have a good chat, and the old couple will go up first."

After finishing speaking, Cheng's mother dragged Cheng's reluctant father upstairs. Before leaving, Cheng's father even complained, "I said you can't let me finish my sentence!"

After his parents left, Cheng Qiao's heart dropped instantly. Song Xiuyang looked at his tense look, a little funny, got up and walked to him, patted his shoulder, and asked, "Shall we go upstairs?"

Cheng Qiao didn't react for a moment, she raised her head to look at him, "Upstairs?"

Seeing Cheng Qiao's restrained appearance, Song Xiuyang couldn't help teasing him, but he was afraid that he would get angry, so he could only sit beside him and coax him patiently, "Auntie and uncle didn't object to us, so can we go first now?" Go back to your room and rest, I've been flying all day and I'm a little tired."

Hearing what Song Xiuyang said, Cheng Qiao immediately realized and got up quickly, "I'll make your bed."

Song Xiuyang quickly pulled the man back in front of him, taking advantage of Cheng Qiao's inattention, and put a mouthful on his lips, "This is at your house, what are you afraid of? What's more, neither auntie nor uncle objected to us."

Cheng Qiao sat on Song Xiuyang's lap, blinked, yes, what happened to him?His parents didn't object.

Maybe it was the first time he had experienced this kind of thing, Cheng Qiao was always a little awkward, he took Song Xiuyang upstairs, his eyes wandered between the guest room and his own room.

Helpless, Song Xiuyang still skipped him and walked directly to his room.

As Cheng Qiao approached, Song Xiuyang locked the door behind him and pushed the person against the door. Cheng Qiao saw the talent in front of him as if waking up from a dream. He really rushed here because of his words.

"Senior, uh..."

Thousands of words all turned into breathing between each other.

After taking a bath, Song Xiuyang found clothes in Cheng Qiao's closet, helped Cheng Qiao put them on, and the two lay down next to each other.

Cheng Qiao disliked the pajamas she was wearing and took them off in front of Song Xiuyang.

"What? Not enough?" Song Xiuyang put his hands on his face and teased Cheng Qiao.

Cheng Qiao took off her pajamas, rolled into Song Xiuyang's arms naturally, and hit his bum with one hand, shaking it non-stop, looking for a comfortable position.

After finding it, he closed his eyes and lazily answered Song Xiuyang's question, "Of course, you will definitely want me later."

Seeing that the blushing face in his arms was speaking without embarrassment, Song Xiuyang put down his hands and hugged him tightly.

"I can't do it today. We have to get up early tomorrow morning. If you are not enough, would you like me to help you?"

Cheng Qiao was a little embarrassed by Song Xiuyang, but he really wasn't... Well, he admitted that he wasn't enough, how could it be enough if we haven't met twice for so long.

But he raised his eyebrows, seeing that Song Xiuyang was very tired, and he was too embarrassed to force him, so he just closed his eyes and rubbed against him, found a comfortable angle, and said, "Go to sleep and get up tomorrow morning, I still have a lot of things to ask your."

Song Xiuyang kissed his forehead and fell asleep peacefully.

Time passed by, and the breathing of the people around him became regular, but Cheng Qiao couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

Looking at the calm person sleeping beside him, he couldn't help reaching out and touching his cheek.

But this touch aroused Cheng Qiao's interest. From between his brows, he tapped his index finger gently, and carefully looked at the person opposite him for fear of waking him up.

Until cold fingers touched his lips, he suddenly woke up and grabbed Cheng Qiao.

"Trending little goblin!"

Song Xiuyang opened his eyes sleepily, and as soon as the words fell, he quickly pushed him down. Seeing Cheng Qiao was more surprised than surprised, he could only do his best to want him.

Perhaps it was because of being disturbed while sleeping, Song Xiuyang's mouth was obviously aggressive, and it hurt Cheng Qiao everywhere he went.

"Is it hurting?"

Song Xiuyang's deep voice rang in his ears, and the warm breath stimulated Cheng Qiao's brain.

"No, it doesn't hurt... um..." But Song Xiuyang's breath became short of breath because of the movement of Song Xiuyang's hands.

"husband……"

Cheng Qiao's involuntary call aroused Song Xiuyang's interest. This time, he slowed down his movements and cared for him gently, but it aroused Cheng Qiao's dissatisfaction.

"husband."

Cheng Qiao was so unbearably teased by Song Xiuyang, why did he suddenly become gentle?

Cheng Qiao, who finally couldn't stand it any longer, was forced to speak, "Honey...can you stop being gentle with me, can you be more fierce to me!"

Song Xiuyang smiled, his eyes were full of malice.

He first gave Cheng Qiao a sweet date, which made Cheng Qiao tremble, but when he was caught off guard, he approached his ear and coaxed, "Do you like it?"

"like."

"If you like to wait for me to come back next time, you can go home with me."

At this time, Cheng Qiao was already in a state of confusion. He couldn't hear what Song Xiuyang was saying at all, so he could only subconsciously say, "Okay."