You are obedient[电竞]

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Song Yan was standing downstairs in the HE base with the suitcase he had brought. Fu Shu, Lu Ziye, and Xiao Bai looked at him reluctantly, but no one dared to go up and give him a hug.

"Little boss, we will miss you." Fu Shu wiped away the non-existent tears, and Lu Ziye and Xiao Bai looked at him speechlessly.

Song Yan looked at the three of them and smiled: "I will help you with benefits when I go back."

"Fuck, really?" Fu Shu, who was still sad just now, immediately became excited, wishing to grab the little boss's hand and call him long live, even Lu Ziye and Xiao Bai tried to give him a thankful hug.

Before the person got close, a hand suddenly broke in. This hand had well-articulated bones and slender fingers. It looked pleasing to the eye, but this hand instantly made the three of them shake their fists fiercely.

The owner of the hand glared at the three of them, then put his arm around Song Yan's shoulder.

"Let's go." Shao Jing was in charge of sending Song Yan back.

Originally, Song Yan was going to ask the driver to pick him up, but his boyfriend was so active that he even wanted to take a look at his apartment.

Song Yan was actually a little nervous. He didn't live with his parents after graduating from university, but bought an apartment outside. No one has been there all these years, not even Secretary Shen.

And today his boyfriend is going.

On the way, Shao Jing drove, and Song Yan showed him the way. Shao Jing found that the distance was indeed not far.

Song Yan lives in a small hardcover apartment. The overall style of the apartment is rather cold. It looks like it hasn't been decorated much since he moved in. Maybe it's because no one has lived in the house for a long time, and it looks a little less smokey.

Compared with the bustling atmosphere at the base all day long, it seemed much deserted.

There was no heating in the room, and the two of them shivered from the cold as soon as they entered the room.

Shao Jing suddenly regretted why he didn't keep him longer?

Yanyan promised herself everything, and if she kept it for a while, maybe she wouldn't go home so early.

This small apartment looks big, but it's very cold.

"There's no one here for a month, so it's a bit cold." Song Yan went to turn on the air conditioner and wrapped his coat tightly.

Shao Jing helped him drag the suitcase in: "No one has been here? Just a pair of slippers?"

Song Yan changed his shoes by himself, and only then did he remember it. He reacted with an ah, but there was only a pair of rabbit ear slippers left in the closet. These were bought for him by his mother during the Chinese New Year last year, saying they were cute.

How could Song Yan, a workaholic, wear such shoes?

So he and Shao Jing stood in the room and stood at the door, staring at the pair of pink rabbit ear slippers in a daze.

"Yanyan, don't you like ears? You said you like rabbit ears." Shao Jing was the first to break the silence.

Song Yan stared at the rabbit ear slippers, and his eyes circled around Shao Jing's feet, the man was still barefoot.

He quickly took off his shoes and was about to put on those embarrassing rabbit ears when someone was a step ahead of him.

The man stared blankly at the pair of shoes on his feet. Song Yan's size was one size smaller than his. Fortunately, the slippers were already too big, so they fit his feet just right and kept them warm.

It just didn't match his tall and handsome face, and he felt awkward when he walked.

Song Yan wanted to say, I'll change it with you, but when he saw the man's awkward posture, and the expression on his face that he felt ashamed but pretended to be cold, he put away this idea very unkindly, and took out his phone, facing his The two feet clicked and clicked and took several pictures in succession.

"It looks good?" Shao Jing kicked his feet expressionlessly, his eyes following Song Yan's phone.

"Come here, huh?" He snatched Song Yan's phone.

Song Yan was unprepared, he hooked his neck all of a sudden, and both of them fell on the sofa.

"Good looking?" Shao Jing asked again.

Song Yan blushed: "It's...not bad." It's actually kind of funny.

"These rabbit ears... are prettier than mine?"

"I never saw you being so active in taking pictures of me."

"I like it so much, I will wear it for you in the future, buy a few more colors, what color do you like, huh?"

Song Yan couldn't stand him talking like this, so he pressed his throat and leaned against his ear, breathing all over his neck, it was hot, itchy and damp.

He was still hooked around the neck by the man, and he couldn't move.

"Pink...pink is fine." He replied in a low voice, yet flirtatiously and unconsciously.

Shao Jing was provoked, and then he stood up pretending to be calm and began to admire his boyfriend's apartment, thinking about what kind of house the two of them would buy in the future and how it should be decorated.

He will definitely help him make up for the requests that Song Yan said before.

Like transparent bathroom doors.

"Yanyan, can I enter the bedroom?" Shao Jing wandered around, and found that the bedroom with the door closed was the most attractive to him.

Song Yan was looking for something to eat in the refrigerator, but unfortunately, a month later, there was nothing in the refrigerator, and it seemed that he had to go to the supermarket again.

Hearing this, he leaned out from the kitchen: "Yes."

After a few seconds, he suddenly reacted, but it was too late to stop him now.

Song Yan's bedroom door was unlocked, and without any mental preparation, Shao Jing was shocked when he pushed the door and entered.

There are posters of him all over the walls.

Daily, competition, post-match, news...

Song Yan's room is big enough, so there are many posters, and the pictures are a bit shocking. From three years ago to this year, almost all of them appeared in the public eye.

And Song Yan was already at the door in a daze at the moment, not knowing what to do.

He tugged at the hem of his clothes, his eyes a little sore.

It will definitely be regarded as a pervert.

The more Shao Jing was silent, the more Song Yan's heart sank. It was all his own fault. He forgot that there were so many things about him in the room. Seeing his poster hung up in the whole room, he must not be able to accept it.

The atmosphere between the two was silent for a while.

Song Yan opened his mouth, but didn't know how to explain it.

In fact, there is no explanation, just this kind of secret love, collecting all the things about him, all the memories, never thought that one day he would find out.

He was embarrassed, and the panic in his heart was already oppressing him to the point where he was about to collapse.

"Yanyan." Shao Jing called him suddenly, his voice a little hoarse.

Song Yan's heart trembled.

don't say...don't say...

He begged from the bottom of his heart.

But Shao Jing still said: "Why do you..."

"You like me so much?"

He turned around, then hugged the dazed person tightly, and in a place Song Yan couldn't see, a drop of tear carefully and silently shed from his red eyes.

The tear fell on Song Yan's sweater very quickly, without any trace.

Back then, when his biological father died, Shao Jing didn't shed tears. He didn't shed tears when he was beaten by his mother and stepfather, and he didn't shed tears when he was kicked out of the house by his mother.

The tear came without warning.

It was as if a big hole had been torn open in my heart.

Someone dug out a mass of flesh and blood, and then stuffed it in again. This time, it was so full and firm that no one could dig out the mass of flesh, and no one could scratch any wounds.

It's incredibly hard.

"Yanyan." He spoke again, but he didn't know what to say to express his mood at the moment. The moment he opened the door, it was shock, ecstasy, distress, and love, he couldn't tell.

His voice was really hoarse, but Song Yan was held down by his head and leaned against his shoulder, unable to move.

"How many surprises can you give me?"

"Huh? Do you know that my heart is about to stop."

"because of you."

"I have an idea now, do you want to listen to it." After he finished speaking, he laughed himself first. Although his voice was still a little hoarse, his mood was much calmer than before.

Song Yan was taken aback by his actions. He had thought about Shao Jing's reaction, but he didn't expect it to be this kind of reaction. Now that he was holding his head, he could barely speak: "Okay, I'll listen."

When the words came out, his voice turned out to be a little hoarse.

Shao Jing smiled again: "I really want to trap you by my side and not go anywhere."

I think no one can see you, only I can see you.

How lucky I am to meet you.

Song Yan leaned on his shoulder, nodded slightly, the fear just now was gone, replaced by joy.

Nice, he thought.

Shao Jing let go of him, then lowered his head and turned slightly sideways.

"Open your mouth..." he said hoarsely.

Song Yan raised his head slightly, leaning his back against the wall, many images flashed in his mind, he grabbed the hem of the man's clothes with both hands, and then he clasped his waist.

Eyes closed, ears dripping blood.

"Do you like it? Huh?" After it was over, Shao Jing hugged him, and their foreheads touched.

Song Yan blushed, his legs felt limp, and he was supported by Shao Jing's strength, but he liked this feeling too much, being possessed by someone he liked.

He asked softly, "Can we do it again?"

Shao Jing smiled and satisfied her boyfriend's request.

The two went out for dinner, and then turned to the supermarket on the way.

Shao Jing was pulling the shopping cart, and Song Yan was getting what he wanted just like behind him.

"Buying so many?" Shao Jing frowned looking at the daily necessities and some fast food products in the shopping cart.

"I don't usually have much time, and I don't like to invite aunties, so I stock up more." Song Yan answered while choosing. When he saw the shower gel, he paused, glanced at the back of the person in front, and then took two more. A bottle of shower gel of the same style as myself.

"Eat less fast food, shouldn't your domineering president have a personal assistant?"

"Take care of daily life?"

Song Yan froze for a moment: "No..."

"Besides..." The life assistant, that is to live together all day long, he can't accept it.

Before he finished speaking, Shao Jing clicked his tongue: "Forget it, even if you have a personal assistant."

"Looks like I'll have to learn how to cook in the future." He muttered.

Song Yan who was following behind him burst out laughing.

Shao Jing turned around and wanted to hold his hand, but there was a kid behind who was rushing towards them using the shopping cart as a skateboard.

"Be careful!" Shao Jing grabbed Song Yan's hand, put one arm around his waist and pulled him aside, the shopping cart was knocked away by the child.

"all!"

Shao Jing was holding him in his arms to examine him, when a middle-aged woman hurried over.

When Shao Jing saw the woman, his expression changed.