Self-cultivation of loyal dogs

If someone else killed Xing Nian, Song Yanqing would fight that person desperately, but Xing Nian was killed by He Chuanhua.

Song Yanqing only felt that his breath was tight in his chest, God knows how much he wanted to strangle He Chuanhua to death.But that guy still looked at him pitifully with a kind of painful eyes that he couldn't ask for, which made him feel distressed.

Song Yanqing was walking on the stadium, and a group of male students were playing football in the distance.He squatted aside and watched those young people playing football, seeing their sweat profusely, and the sweat dripping down He Chuanhua's neck all over his head.

He sighed and said to the system: "I don't even know how to be angry with him. '

As he spoke, he tugged at the lawn, casting a shadow above him.

Song Yanqing looked up and saw a boy standing in front of him.The moment the eyes of the two met, the boy showed a shy smile.

Song Yanqing subconsciously returned a gentle smile, and the boy's face became even redder.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he was too embarrassed to speak.

A few girls stood on the runway behind him, watching them whispering and laughing excitedly from time to time.

"Classmate, you, how old are you?" the boy said nervously.

Song Yanqing said: "I'm from outside the school, I'm already 25."

The boy looked a little disappointed, he licked his lips and squeezed the schoolbag tightly and whispered: "I, I, I just want to ask, it may be a bit offensive, but I think, can I ask for your WeChat."

Song Yanqing groaned in her heart, if this person wasn't gay, he was the boyfriend of those girls over there who were pushed out to strike up a conversation with him.

Just as he was about to refuse, a system voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

[Mr. Song, the Taoist priest is looking at you. ]

Song Yanqing looked around after hearing the words, and there was a person hiding behind the door of the gymnasium.

Seeing Song Yanqing look over, that person immediately shrank back.

The distance between the two was a bit far, and He Chuanhua couldn't hear Song Yanqing's voice clearly after hiding behind the door.Due to the angle, he could only see a boy walking in front of Song Yanqing, Song Yanqing was talking to that boy with his head up and smiling.

I don't know what the two of them said, the boy's face became more and more red.Song Yanqing raised his head, revealing his snow-white neck, he smiled very gently, and He Chuanhua felt itchy.He has been using his mobile phone more and more smoothly recently. Some time ago, he accidentally clicked on a website, which was full of videos he hadn't watched.

It was the world of adults, He Chuanhua didn't have any interest in those things, but why couldn't the phone be withdrawn.

He Chuanhua just squatted in the toilet, staring at the phone that was beeping from time to time, rubbing the exit button desperately.

Since then, his dream has changed, from kissing Song Yanqing clumsily in the dream, to Song Yanqing sobbing under him.

He Chuanhua waited for a while, guessing that Song Yanqing probably didn't notice him.He carefully poked his head out to look at Song Yanqing, only to see Song Yanqing waving his hand and saying something, then the boy stretched out his hand and pulled Song Yanqing up.

He Chuanhua stared straight at the hands that the two held, his eyes were about to burst into flames, and he wished to separate the hands of the two with his eyes.

Song Yanqing had already talked with that boy, and there was a girl over there who wanted to know him, but she was too embarrassed to come over, so she pushed the boy out to strike up a conversation.

Song Yanqing followed the boy's strength and stood up, patted the grass on his pants and said, "Sorry, I already have a date."

The boy shrugged and said, "I'll go back and tell her, I'm sorry."

Song Yanqing smiled and shook his head at those girls.

He was just about to leave when a system notification sounded in his mind.

[Mr. Song, the Daoist’s current dependence on you is 95/100, 99/100, 94/100, 9...]

The data changes every second, and after System 1 reports a few times, it stops reporting.

It concluded: [His dependence on you fluctuates between 90 and 99, and the evaluation is as follows: why does he smile so beautifully, why does he smile at that boy, why does he smile at those girls, why is he still smiling, don’t Smile at them. ]

[I don't allow you to smile at them, and still smile so seductively. ]

[Why are you laughing again, what is so funny. ]

Song Yanqing hardly knew the word for laughter anymore, he put away the smile on his face, and said to the boy: "I think I should go, I have something to do soon."

Before he finished speaking, the reminder sound in his mind became active again.

[He took the initiative to speak, what did he say. ]

[It's over, I made him angry, he doesn't love me anymore. ]

The data stopped at 95, and it was obviously the system's mechanical sound, but Song Yanqing heard a sense of grievance inexplicably.

He looked back at He Chuanhua, and the person hiding behind the door shrank back.

The male student followed his line of sight and only saw a little sneaker edge exposed from behind a door. He asked suspiciously, "Do you know that person?"

Song Yanqing nodded and said, "Yes, yes, he is my boyfriend."

The boy let out a groan, and then stopped suddenly. He looked at Song Yanqing's delicate face, hesitated for a long time and said, "So you are a woman."

Song Yanqing looked at the boy in surprise, and thought that there really are people more stupid than He Chuanhua.

He pointed at his Adam's apple and said, "Brother, I'm a man, I'm gay."

I don't know which nerve these words touched the boy. The boy blushed and ran away, and he was a little shy when he ran.

The boy returned to the group of girls and said something to them, and the girls all looked at Song Yanqing and laughed strangely.

Song Yanqing stood there in a daze, and said to the system that had been jingling and broadcasting data: "What's wrong with them? '

[Rotten men and rotten women. ] The system replied: [Mr. Song don’t care, they will be in a state of extreme excitement between 5 and 20 minutes, as long as your significant other does not show up, they will leave together after discussing. ]

Song Yanqing glanced at those people, just like the system said, they had calmed down, and walked outside while talking in a low voice.

It was noon, and Song Yanqing was a little dizzy from the tan.

He waved to those people, turned around and prepared to go to the gymnasium to enjoy the cool, and by the way, he had a look at He Chuanhua, who had fallen into self-doubt.

He was just about to walk over when he heard a bang.Song Yanqing turned her head subconsciously, and saw a football hitting him.

Song Yanqing didn't even have time to back off, the football hit him directly in the face.

The system blocked Song Yanqing's pain, so Song Yanqing didn't feel any pain.Dazed, he caught the football, waved at the male students, and kicked the ball back.

"Student, are you okay?" The male student who kicked the ball ran to him and said worriedly, "You have a nosebleed. I'll take you to the infirmary."

Song Yanqing covered her nose, pointed to the direction where He Chuanhua was hiding and said, "My friend is here, I'll let him see it off."

As he spoke, he shouted to the gymnasium: "He Chuanhua!"

As soon as he yelled, a tall man ran towards him from the gymnasium.

Song Yanqing turned his back to the gymnasium, and He Chuanhua couldn't see the situation clearly.

He looked at the blood on Song Yanqing's face, frowned, glanced at the boy playing football, hugged Song Yanqing and walked to the infirmary.

"Just a nosebleed, it's not a big problem." Song Yanqing said.

He Chuanhua's mind was full of Song Yanqing's angry appearance before, and he put his hands on Song Yanqing's waist carefully.He lowered his head and gave a listless hum, like a large dog that has done something wrong.

Song Yanqing sighed, "Don't be so nervous."

"I'm not nervous." He Chuanhua said tensely.

Song Yanqing patted his arm and said, "Actually, as long as you get it back, I won't be angry with you anymore."

He Chuanhua looked at him, shook his head slowly and firmly.

Song Yanqing saw his stubbornness with his neck stuck, and the anger that had not been suppressed rose up again.

He couldn't hold He Chuanhua, shake the jealous king's shoulders, and tell him to calm down, don't let me kill myself.

He sat under the sun for more than half an hour, was hit by a ball again, and managed to stop the nosebleed with great difficulty. Now that he got angry with that donkey, He Chuanhua, he only felt dizzy even worse.

He pushed He Chuanhua away, and said helplessly, "Stay away from me, I will get angry when I see you."

As soon as he spoke, He Chuanhua's dependence value dropped rapidly, from 50 to 99, fluctuating wildly like jumping off a building in just a few seconds.

The comments and prompts echoed in his mind, Song Yanqing couldn't hear clearly, only heard the sentence 'He wants to bring back his obsession, and that person is still in his heart, so I am nothing. '

Song Yanqing's head hurt from hearing this, and he looked into He Chuanhua's gloomy eyes.Just as he opened his mouth to explain, He Chuanhua dragged him into the grove and pressed him against a tree.

He Chuanhua's eyes were fierce and his movements were rough, but he remembered to put his hand on the back of Song Yanqing's head so as not to hit him.

His action made Song Yanqing feel a little better.

He stretched out his hand to stroke He Chuanhua's cheek, He Chuanhua's face froze, and he turned away with a stern face.

Although they are the same person, He Chuanhua and Mo Nanchen have very different personalities.

Mo Nanchen has been in a high position for a long time, and he is used to being the only one who respects himself, acting tough and reckless.

Song Yanqing could almost imagine that if he was facing Mo Nanchen, Mo Nanchen wouldn't surround him and tell him not to get angry.

He would just press his head, smile and give him a chance to reorganize his words.

But He Chuanhua is different, his emotional experience is blank, and his master is upright.After arriving in the city, Song Yanqing brought food and housing. He was not as despondent as in the original text, and he was not a mature villain.

Song Yanqing looked straight into He Chuanhua's eyes, and could see the tension and anxiety in his heart under his fierce appearance.

Even though the vinegar jar is spitting sour water now, looking like it's about to erupt, Song Yanqing believes that as long as he keeps his face straight, this boring gourd will not dare to do anything.

He nodded He Chuanhua's tightly pursed lips, took a deep breath, raised his head and gently kissed the corner of his lips, with comforting movements.

He Chuanhua's breath was short for a moment, and he tentatively put his arms around Song Yanqing's waist.The moment Song Yanqing left, she grabbed the back of his head and kissed his long-awaited lips.

He didn't use any force, thinking that if Song Yanqing struggled, he would let go immediately.He Chuanhua didn't want to spoil the relationship between the two because of impulsiveness. After all, there was still a person between their love. Although that person was gone, Song Yanqing obviously cared about that person more than him.

He Chuanhua has never kissed anyone before, his movements are clumsy and very careful, he knows nothing but lips to lips.

Song Yanqing was pleased by his careful kiss, and her original anger slowly subsided.He sighed, hugged He Chuanhua and took the initiative to deepen the kiss.

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