Differentiate into omega in the normal world

"Sit down, I'll get you a glass of honey water."

"No." Song Chen sat obediently on the chair in front of the desk, but his attitude was rebellious, "I want Tangtang!"

Chen Lang: "OK."

He took out a piece of toffee from the small box on the desk, and peeled it off for him.

Song Chen's eyes lit up, and he didn't take it with his hands, he just lowered his head and bit it away with his mouth, the tip of his tongue licked Chen Lang's fingertips as if unintentionally.

With a shake of his hand, Chen Lang's eyes darkened. Just as he was about to tell him to calm down, Song Chen's face collapsed, pushing the toffee out with his tongue and biting his teeth, moaning dissatisfied.

"Hmm, what are you talking about?" Chen Lang felt bad about bringing a baby.

After taking out two tissues and handing them to him, Song Chen spat out the candy and kicked him unhappily, very fiercely, "I don't like the smell."

"I still dislike my taste, so what do you want?"

"want you!"

The thief who shouted was so loud that he almost raised his hand like a kindergarten kid.

Chen Lang felt soft-hearted for no reason, and thought it would be nice to have a baby.

As long as the baby's mouth is sweet.

Taking advantage of his smirk, Wa hugged his waist, and rubbed her head back and forth against his firm belly because of sitting.

"Fragrant and firm."

The already strong abdomen tensed instantly, and the warm breath penetrated through the thin short sleeves and hit Chen Lang's abdomen.

Itchy.

More anger of another kind rushes down.

Immediately afterwards, a more humid and hot touch came over against the clothes, Chen Lang suffocated for breath, his whole body froze, and his back molars were clenched tightly.

Pressing Song Chen's shoulder and raising his chin, "Do you still want to go home?"

Looking down, there is a small wet patch on the front of the clothes.

If you continue, don't even think about going home tomorrow.

It's a pity that Song Chen, who was drunk, didn't understand. Instead, he poked him and said innocently, "I want to buy you home, how much will it cost?"

Chen Lang laughed angrily and asked, "How much money do you have?"

Song Chen lowered his head and thought seriously, and replied, "There are a lot!"

Chen Lang was helpless, what was he talking about with the drunk.So he turned and went to the kitchen, Song Chen blinked and wanted to follow.

Being poked on the forehead by Chen Lang, he deliberately lowered his face, "Don't follow me, otherwise I won't let you touch me."

Seeing that he was really not moving, Chen Lang went to the kitchen to make honey water. There were no hangover tablets at home, so he called and asked Jiang Yu to bring some.

It was Chen Qian who brought the medicine up, with a crumpled test paper and a pen, and smiled at him, "Cousin, you forgot to sign for me."

Chen Lang scribbled on the name and taught him, "Next time, I will sign your father's name in a different style."

Chen Qian: "This is not good."

Chen Lang: "Didn't you come all the way to get me to sign it just to keep your parents from knowing, even if you signed it yourself, your parents wouldn't know."

Chen Qian thought about it, it seemed to be the same, he silently wrote down the method, he hesitated at the door, his troubled little face wrinkled.

How should I speak.

"Go back." Chen Lang guessed something when he saw his expression, but he didn't want to hear it.

"Cousin, cousin." Chen Qian pawed at the door pitifully, "Grandpa's birthday is next month, you... remember to come."

Chen Lang lowered his eyes, his expression was indifferent, he hummed, but he didn't answer whether he was coming or not.

"You must remember to come. Grandpa misses you very much and often mentions you!"

The door was slammed shut, Chen Qian sighed sadly, and went downstairs three steps at a time.

The adult world is really complicated.

Returning to the room with the honey water and the pills, Chen Lang immediately saw Song Chen thrashing about on his bed, waving his hands left and right in circles.

have a good time.

Chen Lang: "..."

How old is this person's IQ when he drinks alcohol?

Hearing the sound of Chen Lang's footsteps, Song Chen's joyful drawing of circles suddenly stopped, and he jumped up as quickly as a rabbit, sat back on the chair, then raised his head to look at Chen Lang, and said, "You're back !"

The acting is simply flawless.

Chen Lang, who was still in a dull mood just now, suddenly felt relieved. He put down the honey water, and Song Chen lowered his head to smell it, "It doesn't smell good."

Chen Lang handed it to his mouth, "I let you drink it, who let you smell it."

Song Chen didn't move, but looked at him eagerly, "I can touch you now."

His eyes were obedient and innocent, as if he had really turned into a child, which made Chen Lang a little unbearable, and there was an evil fire in his heart.

Raising his hand to stroke Song Chen's soft hair, Chen Lang said in a hoarse voice, "Hurry up and drink."

"Oh." Song Chen grabbed his hand and drank honey water with the other hand, looking at the pills, "What is that? Sugar?"

Chen Lang was silent for a few seconds and said yes.

Peel off the tinfoil, take out a piece and stuff it into his mouth, "Hang your head up and swallow it, don't bite."

Song Chen nodded vigorously, then bit down heavily.

After his expression froze for two seconds, Song Chen burst into tears, and Chen Lang laughed unconscionably until he crouched on the ground.

"I told you not to bite, okay, okay, don't cry... If you cry again, I will take a picture of it, and let you pay a big price to redeem it tomorrow." Chen Lang wiped his tears, and fed him with honey water , "Drink something sweet and it won't be bitter. Be good, Chenchen."

Chen Chen was not good at all, she twisted her body to dodge, threw herself on him, and bit Chen Lang's lip fiercely.

Bitterness spread between the two.

Chen Lang was trembling with pain, and Tianling Gai was going to fly with joy.

shit.

This is hell for sweet tooth lovers.

"My mother..." Chen Lang couldn't say a word, so he quickly pushed Song Chen away.

Song Chen happily kicked him and scolded him stupidly before sitting down to drink honey water.

Chen Lang: "..."

Hey!

After taking the medicine, Song Chen felt sleepy, his head was shaking, and his eyes were fixed on Chen Lang's bed.

All the flavors he likes.

want to go up.

Song Chen didn't wrong himself, and went up as soon as he said it. After Chen Lang cleaned up the ground that had just been accidentally wet, Song Chen looked up and saw Song Chen on his bed.

Lying on his pillow, covering his quilt, revealing two amber glass-like eyeballs slowly turning, turning to him, then moving away innocently, and yawning sleepily.

"I'm going to sleep, good night."

Make this your own home.

Chen Lang's face was dark. If he gave Song Chen another drop of wine in the future, he would be a dog.

It was getting late, Song Chen's cell phone rang, and it was from Uncle Wang who came to pick him up. Chen Lang picked it up and explained the situation, and then went to the living room to write questions while waiting for someone to come.

The sky outside the window was getting darker, and the clock hanging on the wall was ticking past, Chen Lang buttoned his pen irritably, his eyes could not help but drift to his room.

10 minutes for two questions.

This efficiency is also no one.

His slender fingers tapped and tapped on the coffee table, and finally he stood up and carefully opened the door, not daring to breathe loudly in his own room.

On the bed, Song Chen breathed evenly, buried half of his face in the pillow, and pulled the quilt up under his nose, as if to smell Chen Lang's breath at any time.

Chen Lang closed the door, approached and sat on the edge of the bed, his eyelids slightly drooping, staring closely at Song Chen on the bed.

Song Chen who was sleeping was so well-behaved, the exposed half of his cheek was flushed, and his thick eyelashes drooped and trembled slightly with his breathing.

The soft lips were opened a little, and the lips on the upper lip were pouting innocently and pitifully.

Chen Lang's heart was swollen and beating wildly, and the clear after-rain breath spread out possessively to wrap around the person on the bed.

His Adam's apple rolled, his back gradually bent, and the tip of his high nose brushed against Song Chen's fair cheeks.

The incomparably sweet milky smell can't wait to get into Chen Lang's nose and spread all over his body.

"Although I don't know why we became like this, but...it's not all bad, is it?"

Chen Lang's voice was low and hoarse, and Song Chen, who was sleeping in his sleep, moved uncomfortably with his warm exhalation. He stretched out his arm to grab something, but he didn't catch anything, and finally landed on Chen Lang's shoulder.

Towards his side, the gap between the two was filled, Chen Lang's lips were almost close to the back of Song Chen's neck, his eyes darkened, and the boiling blood rushed straight to his forehead, making him unable to think.

All he could see was the fair and alluring nape of his neck.

If he bites down, will Song Chen belong to him?

The tiger teeth protruded quietly, and Chen Lang licked it with the tip of his tongue. Instead of opening his mouth, he gently kissed the back of his neck.

The phone rang at the right time. Uncle Wang had already arrived downstairs. Chen Lang woke him up and went to the bathroom by himself.

Song Chen was drenched in sweat in his sleep. In his dream, he seemed to be chased by a tiger and almost eaten.

After waking up from the wine and recalling the incident, Song Chen covered his forehead in annoyance.

Shame and lose face.

I am too stupid.

Before Chen Lang came out, Song Chen picked up his phone and ran, passing by the bathroom door after thinking about it, he still shouted, "I'm leaving."

There was a humming sound inside, a little dull.

Song Chen didn't listen carefully, ran down in two steps and got into the car, "Let's go."

Uncle Wang looked back and said, "Why is your face so red? There is no air conditioner in your classmate's house?"

Song Chen was absent-minded, "Yes, I ran down."

day.

This time, Chen Lang will really laugh at him for the rest of his life!

Song Chen thumped the seat hard, out of anger.

At this time, a message came in from the mobile phone, Song Chen didn't want to answer it, but his eyes were sharp, and he scanned it from Chen Lang, so he picked it up after a few hesitation.

What if you threaten me with being drunk?

The more Song Chen thought about it, the more he was right, and he clicked on the message.

Chen Lang: I agree to what you said, the condition is that next time I change seats, I will sit behind you.

The author has something to say:

Song Chen: Never drink again

Chen Lang: agree