Senior help me chase him back

After saying this, Song Xiuyang felt as if his chest was hit by something very heavy, and there was a muffled sound, which made him unable to breathe for a long time.

The "I am Xingkong Chenshe" that was about to come out was swallowed back by him.

"Why don't you like boys?" He seemed unwilling to give up, wanting to break the casserole and ask the end.

Cheng Qiao didn't expect Song Xiuyang to ask him this question, so he forgot Song Xiuyang's glance in a daze, and he put his right hand on his chin, thinking seriously.

"Never thought about it."

"What about the girl? Have you ever thought about it?"

Cheng Qiao stroked her hair and said calmly, "I don't seem to have thought about it."

"Actually, you can think about it." Song Xiuyang breathed a sigh of relief, he still had a chance.

Cheng Qiao was taken aback, not understanding Song Xiuyang's meaning, "Are you talking about boys or girls?"

"Anything is fine." Song Xiuyang turned his back to him, leaving a trace of helplessness, and walked forward slowly.

Cheng Qiao stood there thinking carefully about Song Xiuyang's words, can you try them all?Is it okay with men?

Cheng Qiao's eyes suddenly came across the X-rated picture of two handsome men embracing each other.

With a sudden shudder, he hurriedly threw the picture away, although there are many same-sex lovers and married people around him.

but……

He... just forget it.

Cheng Qiao regained consciousness and looked at Song Xiuyang who was three meters away from him. How could he walk so fast with his bad legs?

He didn't think much, looked at his surroundings, swallowed his saliva with lingering fear, ran and shouted to chase Song Xiuyang.

"Senior, wait for me first!"

After Song Xiuyang sent Cheng Qiao to the house, Cheng's parents and Cheng's mother just came out of the house hand in hand, and they were a little surprised to see a handsome guy standing in front of their house.

Cheng's mother glanced at her son, let go of Cheng's father's hand and walked towards her son, "Xiao Qiao, are you a classmate?"

Cheng Qiao didn't expect her parents to go out at such a late hour, so she introduced it casually, "It's my roommate, a junior senior."

Song Xiuyang, who was standing aside, was a little dissatisfied with Cheng Qiao's introduction to him, so he greeted him with a smile, "Hi, uncle, auntie, I am Cheng Qiao's friend, Song Xiuyang."

Cheng Qiao looked back at Song Xiuyang, thinking, the senior has a great desire to survive.

"Yes, Song Xiuyang." He added.

"So it's the senior, what are you doing so late?" Cheng's mother was a little curious about the two people appearing at her door, she secretly took a look at the big boy in front of her, he was really handsome, it's a pity he wasn't with them School.

"Well, the senior will take me home." Cheng Qiao replied with some embarrassment.

Seeing her son's twitchy look, Cheng's mother immediately realized something, and her eyes that were watching the excitement just now became sharp, and she sized up Song Xiuyang carefully from top to bottom.

Song Xiuyang felt a little awkward being looked at by Cheng's mother. He always felt that Cheng's mother looked at her as if she was picking a wife. Although he hoped so, it might not be too early.

He hurriedly glanced at Cheng Qiao, but he didn't know that Cheng Qiao was standing aside calmly and foolishly.

Song Xiuyang: ...What is it all about!

"Not bad, not bad, the young man is really handsome." Cheng Ma examined it for a long time and finally came to a conclusion.

She who is also a face controler, how she looks at Song Xiuyang at this time, how pleasing to the eye, can't help but go up to hold Song Xiuyang's hand, and ask carefully one or two: "What major is Xiaoyang studying? Is it also physics? How old is this year? Junior, how is your homework? Do you have any boyfriends or girlfriends?"

and many more……

When Cheng Qiao heard her mother's last question, she finally realized that something was wrong. She quickly pulled her mother, looked at Cheng's father standing behind them who was silent, and changed the subject:

"Dad, it's so late, what are you and my mother going to do?"

When reminded by her son, Cheng's mother immediately reacted, "Look at me, Xiao Qiao finally brought friends here, and I asked you to stand outside, hurry up, go into the room, it's so late, Xiao Yang won't leave tonight Alright."

Just as she was talking, Cheng Ma gave her son a blank look, and hurriedly pulled Song Xiuyang closer to the room.

Cheng Qiao looked at his father who was standing with him in a daze, with writing all over his face, what's the matter.

Father Cheng just cleared his throat, and gave his son a very dissatisfied look. If he didn't come sooner or later, he finally coaxed his wife out to watch a movie.

"Don't look at me, what's going on with you?"

"Me?" Cheng Qiao was a little confused, "My senior sent me home, what's the situation?"

Dad Cheng had a look of understanding that I knew, "Dear, you ruined the two-person world between me and you/Mom, I'll settle the score with you tomorrow, and you still don't go to see you...cough cough... Friend? Aren't you afraid that your mother's over-enthusiasm will scare people away?"

Cheng Qiao, a love idiot, didn't understand what his father meant, but because of his mother's overly enthusiastic appearance when she brought him into the house, he had to go and see.

When Cheng Qiao came to the living room at home, Cheng Ma was holding a bunch of delicious food and putting it in front of Song Xiuyang, and the two were chatting familiarly.

Song Xiuyang's appearance, conversation, and dealing with people are all very appropriate, which makes Cheng's mother appreciate her son's friend even more.

The most important thing, the two of them chatted very speculatively, automatically ignoring Cheng Qiao and Dad Cheng who came in later.

Song Xiuyang glanced at Cheng Qiao's figure from the corner of his eye, and wanted to get up to meet him, but Cheng's mother said back.

"Don't bother with their father and son. Tell me about your latest research topic first. It's very rare. You can enter the laboratory to study the research topic of your first year in your junior year. No wonder I was familiar with your name just now. We Several teachers in the department praised you a lot."

"Auntie, what do you teach?"

"Biochemistry, I will also take your medical school class. Compared with you, our students from the Polytechnic University are too ordinary." At this time, Cheng Ma really liked Song Xiuyang very much, and wished he could live in her home for the rest of her life.

"Auntie, let Cheng Qiao sit here, isn't uncle here?"

Song Xiuyang got up very politely to greet Dad Cheng and Cheng Qiao who came over.

Cheng's mother glared dissatisfiedly at the father and son who entered the room, "They're here, sit down soon, Xiao Qiao, go upstairs and clean up for your senior, your senior will be staying here tonight."

Cheng Qiao was a little surprised, and quickly looked at Song Xiuyang, "Senior, is this true?"

Song Xiuyang felt a little uneasy, "Well, Auntie said it's too late today, it's not safe for me to go back, is it convenient for you?"

Before Cheng Qiao could speak, Cheng's mother had already answered before her son: "Of course it's convenient, what do you think, Xiao Qiao?"

It's hard for him to disagree with Cheng Ma's frantic hint of winking.

"Hehe..." Cheng Qiao had some doubts, when did his mother be so hospitable, or...

Cheng Qiao turned his gaze back to Song Xiuyang, and then at his father. Could it be that his mother has moved on?

He hurriedly dismissed this ridiculous thought, hehe... what was he thinking.

Cheng Qiao nodded to Song Xiuyang, "It's fine for the senior to stay here, I'll go upstairs to pack my things, by the way, Mom, should the senior sleep with me or go to the guest room?"

"Cough, cough, cough..." Father Cheng, who was drinking from a cup, accidentally choked himself, and the child would say anything.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Qiao didn't know why.

"Of course you sleep separately. You have only known each other for a short time. It's not good to sleep together. Although your mother and I are more open-minded, you should be more careful."

"Oh." Cheng Qiao was inexplicably confused, what should he and the senior pay attention to?

Wait, he felt that this sentence was weird, but since Song Xiuyang was at the side, he also smiled and walked upstairs.

But Song Xiuyang who was sitting beside Cheng Ma was not calm anymore.

"Well, Auntie, did you misunderstand something? Cheng Qiao and I are just good friends."

Cheng's mother smiled happily, and hurriedly held Song Xiuyang's hand, as if a mother-in-law liked her son-in-law no matter what she saw.

"Don't worry, Auntie knows that it's normal for boys to be shy. Auntie and your uncle are also enlightened people. What's more, your auntie has listened to a little bit. Auntie will not object to you. The kid is sometimes stinky, so you should take it easy."

Song Xiuyang: "..." He really didn't know whether he should be happy or helpless to be liked by Cheng's mother so much.