he can fly

37.

"Nora, let's go play!"

John and Pol came to fetch her.

But Nora was going nowhere.

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Yan Tang's company will always be busy for a while at the beginning of the year. Generally speaking, according to the past rules, their first big order of the year will appear in the time period of the end of March and the beginning of April.

Yan Tang is also not happy to speak at the beginning of the year, because he has nothing to say.

He believes that busy work will make employees adjust to the state.

When the celebration party is held in May and June, he will come to check the performance.

But Yan Tang got angry recently, and a red blister appeared on the edge of his lip, which was swollen and painful.Pressing it with your hands is painful.

I can't even drink chrysanthemum tea.

Sometimes Yan Tang accidentally bites it, and it hurts so much that he closes his eyes.

"I think it's because of your desire and dissatisfaction." Chen Shan glanced at the bubble on Yan Tang's mouth while eating lunch.

Yan Tang was touching the troublesome bubble painfully.

Chen Shan took a sip of the soup and suggested, "It's useless to drink any tea, just give it a good shot and it will be gone."

As she spoke, the gold bracelet on the wrist holding the soup bowl reflected a dazzling light.

Yan Tang closed his eyes again, he was speechless for a while, "...I'm on fire, what does it have to do with this?"

Chen Shan spread her hands, "What you said is that the false fire is rising, but you are burning with the evil fire!"

What false fire?What evil fire?

Yan Tang looked at Chen Shan in confusion, not knowing what she was talking about.

Chen Shan didn't bother to explain this mysterious theory to Yan Tang, since the man of steel would not understand it anyway.

"Anyway, just go and have a blast, trust me! Keep your medicine until you are cured!" She said, took out a napkin to wipe her mouth, the two brothers patted Yan Tang on the shoulder, and walked away from the dinner table .

Yan Tang meditated for a while at the dining table alone.

Although he felt that Chen Shan was talking nonsense, it was not unreasonable, and it still had some value.

Therefore, when Yan Tang was about to get off work, Wei Xiaolian called to harass him again, and asked Yan Tang in a voice that made people's skin crawl, "Brother Yan, it's been a while since I saw you, are you coming to the bar today?" ah?"

The words that Yan Tang was about to refuse turned around in his mouth a few times before being swallowed back.

Since Ai Bao came to the house, he has been with his Thumbelina, and it has indeed been a long time since he had sex.

But if he was asked to go, he was worried about leaving Ai Bao at home alone.

Maybe at one or two o'clock in the morning, when Ai Bao is fast asleep, he can go quietly...

Wei Xiaolian sensed Yan Tang's hesitation, so he didn't say much. Having been with Yan Tang for so long, he could still feel Yan Tang's temper clearly, and basically he wouldn't change his mind just because of a few words from others.

But as long as it comes out of his mouth, he will definitely do it.

Wei Xiaolian only thought to himself that this time there should be some drama, and the previous few times Yan Tang directly refused.

So, no matter how good the goblin is at home, a man will still get tired if he sleeps too much.

After a while, Yan Tang replied, "It depends."

If Ai Bao is a heavy sleeper, he will go, if Ai Bao is a light sleeper, he will not go if he cannot leave.

Anyway, it's not that I can't find the opportunity to go in the future.

Yan Tang thought about it.

"Huh?" Wei Xiaolian was a little surprised, this was the first time Yan Tang gave such an ambiguous answer.

"Depends on the situation?" He said softly, half teasing, half dissatisfied, "Brother Yan, you came late, don't blame me for not being here, you left first with others."

Yan Tang didn't understand the fun in it.

He said "Oh" to show that he knew.

Later, Yan Tang felt that he hadn't made it clear, so he added, "Don't wait for me."

Then he beeped and hung up the phone.

Wei Xiaolian: Fuck?

Wei Xiaolian held his phone in disbelief and looked at the "call ended" interface.

Yan Tang's steel bends are two machetes piercing Wei Xiaolian's heart.

Wei Xiaolian grinded his back teeth, damn it, he cursed Yan Tang in his heart for being unattractive, and he was heartbroken that he would not accept the 1st session of C City.

But there is no way, even if Wei Xiaolian clutches his chest and vomits three liters of blood, he still has to wait until Yan Tang shows up.

Because he fainted!

Yan Tang didn't care about the turmoil in Wei Xiaolian's heart on the other end of the phone. After he hung up the phone, he recalled his plan just now.

Yan Tang thinks it is feasible.

He can go out at one or two o'clock in the middle of the night, finish work at seven or eight o'clock in the morning, and go home directly to take a shower.Ai Bao usually sleeps soundly, sometimes when he sleeps happily, he will snore a little. His white belly bulges and loosens under his wide body, which feels soft to the touch.

Of course, Yan Tang naturally did not tell Ai Bao about this kind of arrangement that is not suitable for children.

"Are we going to sleep?" Ai Bao rubbed his eyes and asked Yan Tang.

Before Yan Tang had time to take Ai Bao to buy thin pajamas, Ai Bao was still wearing a baggy body shirt given by Yan Tang.

"That's right." Yan Tang said, ready to turn off the lights.

Ai Bao let out an oh, and shrank back into the bed again.

He obediently reserved more than half of the seat for Yan Tang, waiting for Yan Tang to lie down.

Ai Bao's two slender legs protruded from the hem of his clothes, and he lay crossed on top of Yantang's dark quilt.

It's like two white streams converging in the black land.

Yan Tang snapped and turned off the light in the bedroom.

As soon as he got into bed, Ai Bao automatically leaned over.

Now Yan Tang has moved the bedtime reading session to after dinner, usually he and Ai Bao come back from a walk and sit on the sofa, reading page by page together.

At that time, Ai Bao was still not sleepy, and his concentration was also concentrated. He read out each word with clear articulate.

Unlike in the past, when he had to read before going to bed, his little head became a little bit tired.

However, this does not mean that Ai Bao and Yan Tang have nothing to do before going to bed.

At some point, Ai Bao and Yan Tang got into the habit of chatting before going to bed.

It's all about the little things in life.

Ai Bao can talk about a lot of trivial things, such as eating scrambled eggs with tomatoes at noon today, but the eggs smell a little weird, counting sheep by himself during his nap, and the little sheep don’t want to be counted by him, so invite him to a large area Play on the big grassland.

Yan Tang would ask, what did you play?

Ai Bao thought about it and said that he was riding on the lamb.

They ran from here to there, and from there to here.

The grass on the prairie shook their heads and shook their heads. They held hands and sang.

The wind carries their songs far away, and there is still a little fragrance of flowers.

But the fragrance of flowers is very weak, just a first-class stream slipping under the nose.

As Ai Bao said, he thought about it carefully, and added that it might be the smell of pink flowers on the desk!

Yan Tang thought about it, and understood that the "pink flower" that Ai Bao said was referring to the pot of pink roses on the windowsill.

He is still taking an afternoon nap in his own room, and the pot of pink roses is naturally the one that accompanies him to sleep.

Aibao continued, he said, the lamb was laughing, and he was laughing too.

Tired, they slept on the rocks and watched the clouds in the sky pass by slowly one after another.

He said hello to Yun.

Yun heard it, turned over slowly, bowed his head and said to him, hello, Ai Bao.

Yan Tang listened to Ai Bao's soft voice, and the expression on his face involuntarily relaxed.

His originally somewhat indifferent expression was coated with a soft color in the unconscious darkness.

In fact, Yan Tang liked to listen to Ai Bao talk about things, and he never felt that those trivial and illogical words were meaningless.

In fact, Ai Bao's words always make him feel that he has escaped from the original monotonous, boring and impermanent world, and came to Ai Bao's soft little world together with Ai Bao.

Yan Tang gently grasped Ai Bao's small fat hand and squeezed it, but it still felt soft.

It's like Bai Yun who greeted Ai Bao in Ai Bao's dream was caught in his hands.

After Ai Bao finished speaking, he asked Yan Tang if he was happy today.

Yan Tang always shrugged and said, it's okay.

He described his itinerary for the day from beginning to end. In the morning, he went to work, corrected documents with the computer, and held a meeting; he had lunch at noon, and reviewed the reports during the lunch break; he continued to work in the afternoon, and corrected documents with the computer...

Yan Tang spoke so dryly that he himself found it extremely boring to listen to.

But this is indeed a true portrayal of him from day to night.

After talking about it, Yan Tang felt that he couldn't continue. He pursed his lips and said to Ai Bao, this is my day.

Ai Bao listened with gusto, and he would ask Yan Tang questions from time to time.

For example, what is there next to Yan Yan's computer desk?What patterns are there on the pen you use?How many yellow flowers bloom in the drinking cup?Are there wood grains on the chopsticks when eating?

Yan Tang also knows that Ai Bao always pays more attention to the details than the whole habit, and it seems that Ai Bao builds his own world by relying on these tiny details.

Yan Tang tried his best to answer him.

However, Yan Tang did not pay attention to some problems, so he would promise Ai Bao that he would take a serious look at it tomorrow.

Ai Bao let out an oh, and said yes.

The two of them huddled under the quilt, and chatted about other miscellaneous things.

However, the things they talked about were a little erratic, and had little to do with this world. Sometimes Aibao’s thinking jumped, and they could jump from the noon seaweed soup they just talked about to the sprouting tree outside the window.

When a gust of wind blows over, their topic can roll away with the cloud.

While chatting, Ai Bao became sleepy and gradually lost his voice.

In the dark night, Yan Tang saw Ai Bao rubbing his eyes, and unconsciously pouted his little mouth.

This is completely sleepy, going to sleep.

Ai Bao smacked his lips and muttered softly, "Good night, Yan Yan..."

His word "ah" was soft, and before he could fully spit it out, Ai Bao imprisoned him behind his white teeth.

Yan Tang watched Ai Bao close his eyes completely, his long and curled eyelashes trembling, and finally returned to calm.

He carefully propped up his upper body and twisted Ai Bao's quilt.

Yantang's night vision ability is quite good, and the street lights outside the community also faintly let in some light.

He saw Aibao's little curly hair spread out on the pillow, showing its teeth and claws, and blooming quietly, like a black dahlia.

Yan Tang flicked a lock of hair that was thrown to his mouth by Ai Bao.

To prevent it from escaping to the tip of Ai Bao's nose again, making Ai Bao feel itchy on his face, scratching his own face with his fat hands, making him unable to sleep well.

Yan Tang conveniently took the mobile phone from one side.

He unlocked the phone, and the blue light illuminated his face. He looked at the time on it, and it was around eleven o'clock in the evening.

If at one o'clock, Ai Bao slept soundly and snored a little.

He went to the bar.

Yan Tang was thinking, and he looked at Ai Bao who was curled up beside him and was close to him.

Forget it, two o'clock...

Yan Tang corrected silently.