The partner of the monster catcher is the fox monster

Regular work and rest throughout the year formed a precise biological clock, and it was just seven o'clock when Song Yun opened his eyes.

It rained last night, but today the sun seems to be exceptionally bright, shining in through the gaps in the curtains, shining brightly at the end of the bed.

Looking at the spots of light reflected on the wall, he was concentrating and enjoying himself, but the result seemed to be to make him feel better, all kinds of things suddenly flooded into his mind last night, and each one became more vivid.

"..." So Song Yun quickly got up from the bed in extreme embarrassment.

After casually messing around with breakfast, Song Yun started to fill in the task form that was just sent in the morning.

The form is not complicated, but the process of filling it out is not smooth.Although there are many items on the form, it is not difficult to write.The work under his hands does not require much brains. While Song Yun was typing, the other half of his idle brain uncontrollably began to loop and play the big things, small things and various details before and after the task. The most terrible thing is almost every scene. They all have Yin Huai's figure, and the effect is no less than death revolving door.

In short, it took him nearly two hours to fill out the one-page form.

After finally overcoming difficulties and filling out the form, and returning the email to the person in charge, Song Yun immediately began to meditate on the spot.

He was looking at his nose, nose, and heart, but before he could completely calm down, the mobile phone beside him suddenly rang.

This mobile phone is specially equipped by the bureau for the convenience of communication and news release, but Song Yun has only been in office for two days, and there is no one who needs to use the mobile phone to contact, and no one will come to him, so from the beginning to the end, only It serves as an information release column.When the phone rang, he thought it was another task, so he hurriedly opened his eyes, leaned over and fished the phone over.

However, there is no magical interface like task release, just a text message.

[Are the clothes dry? 】

"..."

Song Yun suddenly realized that he was wrong just now. He really didn't have anyone to contact, but someone needed to contact him.

He sighed in his heart, and then saved the string of strange numbers.

At the same time, I felt that my head was getting bigger again.

But apart from having a big head, he still has a guilty conscience. It's fine to lean on someone and fall asleep. What's the matter with drooling? !

He has never had this problem for so many years, Song Yun now thinks of this and wants to shut himself up on the spot.

He rubbed his face a little irritably, took a few deep breaths to calm down, then got up and went to the balcony to take a look at the coat.

It's the end of spring now, the weather is warm, and the sun on the balcony is just right, so the clothes are warm and warm.Song Yun carefully touched the cuffs and neckline of the clothes, and made sure that there was no trace of moisture, so he took the clothes back, put them on the sofa and folded them carefully.

Then came the link that he didn't want to face the most. The two lived so close, obviously the safest and most polite way was to deliver it to someone's door by himself, and then say a few polite words by the way.

"..." Song Yun sat on the sofa bored, struggling for a long time, and finally pulled himself up from the sofa as if he was going to a meeting alone.

Standing in the porch, he went through the draft he had typed in his mind, and then opened the door in one go.

As a result, he saw a familiar figure not far away.

Song Yun almost wanted to close the door immediately.

Yin Huai, who was leaning against the window, looked back at the right time, raised his eyes pretending to be surprised, and smiled at him, "What a coincidence?"

"..." Song Yun smiled dryly: "It's a coincidence..."

Yin Huai's eyes glanced at his arm, Song Yun immediately remembered his belly draft, and hurriedly said: "The clothes are dry, I'll return them."

"Thank you very much," Yin Huai walked two steps and took the clothes over with a smile, then raised his eyes to look at him: "Have you eaten yet?"

Song Yun stammered: "Not yet..."

"That's just right," Yin Huai simply raised his arm, hooked Song Yun's shoulder and led him to the elevator: "I'll invite you."

He was already in the elevator before he even said the polite words of refusal.

Song Yun: "..."

In fact, people can survive as long as they eat very little, so the Song family's requirement for visual objects is to "fed their hunger"—as long as they need to maintain basic life activities, it is enough.The food in the aristocratic family is small and light. From snacks to big meals, Song Yun himself doesn’t care much about the taste. Most of the time, he just orders a takeaway from a nearby coffee shop, or makes something by himself just like this morning. Will suffice.

In short, Song Yun had never wasted time in the restaurant before, which directly caused him to feel very awkward when he was led by Yin Yin to sit down in the restaurant.

In particular, the waiters were still following the table, waiting to order with polite and professional smiles.

Yin Huai's eyes would drift to Song Yun's face from time to time, and he was certainly aware of these subtle expressions.

But, by chance, he still has a bit of a bad taste for this little expression on Song Yu's face.

Yin Huai found a small reason, dismissed the waiter, then pushed the menu at hand towards Song Yun, "Order a dish, baby?"

Yin Huai was smiling when he spoke, and the last three words made Song Yun's skin goosebumps again.

Originally, Yin Huai just wanted to tease him, but now the expression of "I can't understand him and I can't handle him" on Song Yun's face made him even less willing to let go of these three words.

Yin Huai suffocated a smile, his stomach was full of bad water, his eyes were still affectionate: "What's the matter, baby?"

"..." There was another tangle on Song Yun's body.

The two of them are sitting face to face and the distance between them is less than one meter. The lighting in the restaurant is already ambiguous. On such an occasion, Yin Huai's expression coupled with the word "baby" makes Song Yun feel like his hair is going to stand on end up.

"It's nothing..." He took the menu with a dry smile, and turned the pages numbly under Yin Huai's gaze.

Song Yun seems to be browsing the recipes calmly, but in fact his mind is spinning wildly, hoping to find the appropriate answer to "how to politely ask a partner to change his name" from what he has learned all his life.

After a while, he cleared his throat, and said casually, "Do you usually call your friends like that?"

Yin Huai showed a malicious smile: "What's the name?"

"..." Song Yun seemed to be jumped out by a cat and took his tongue away, he hesitated for a long time, drinking water and looking for a pen but couldn't say those three words.

Yin Huai could no longer hold back the smile on his lips when he saw this series of small movements, but he still refused to let go: "What did you call you?"

In the end, Song Yun had no choice but to raise his hand and summon the waiter: "Is there any signature dish, please recommend it."

"Okay sir," the waiter smiled politely at him: "The crystal fish fillets in our store are very good..."

"He doesn't eat fish." Before the waiter finished speaking, Yin Huai reached out and took the pen from Song Yun's fingertips, turned the menu on the table towards him, raised the pen to swipe a few dishes, He raised his hand and handed it back to the waiter: "Give these first, and if it's not enough, we'll find you again."

The waiter was stunned for a moment, then nodded in a daze: "Okay, okay, please wait a moment, both of you."

Not only the waiter was stunned, but Song Yun was also stunned: "How do you know... I don't eat fish?"

Yin Huai tilted his head and smiled: "Guess."

Song Yun was half-believing and half-doubting, but suddenly he heard Yin Huai say calmly: "I answered so frankly, but you still cover it up, isn't it appropriate?"

"What cover?" Song Yun was in a fog when he asked.

"The sentence you just said has no beginning and no end, and you don't ask it. It's not a cover-up." Yin Huai said with a smirk on his face, and continued to be persuasive: "What name are you talking about?"

"I...not..." When Song Yun was asked this way, he seemed to be dishonest. He said yes or no for a while, he hesitated for a long time, finally bit his lip and finally gave up struggling, breaking the can and breaking General awkwardly asked: "'Baby', do you usually greet your friends like this?"

When Song Yun said this, his brows were slightly frowned unwillingly, and the tips of his ears were red. Yin Huai pursed his lips to suppress the smile on his lips, and asked him very seriously: "Who do you see I greeted like this?" ?”

"I haven't seen it..." Song Yun replied very confidently, because to be honest, let alone using these three words to greet others, during the more than 40 hours of contact between the two, he almost couldn't even talk to Yin Huai with others. Haven't seen much talking.

"So what do you say?" Yin Huai looked at Song Yun opposite him with a half-smile.

Song Yun was almost stunned by his explanation, so he asked directly: "Then why do you call me so every day, don't you think it's strange?"

Yin Huai rolled his eyes: "Because I like you."

"?!" After hearing this answer, Song Yun even felt for a moment that there was something wrong with his brain.

Yin Huai continued on with a smile: "After all, he is my little partner. It is too unfamiliar to call Song Yun directly."

"..." The food delivery waiter who appeared suddenly like rain and Yin Huai's explanation made Song Yun finally recover a little.

I thought I could continue to maintain this kind of harmonious and awkward state. After finishing the meal, Yin Huai suddenly asked with great concern, "Do you not like this 'baby' very much?"

Song Yun froze for a moment, then nodded quickly.

"I still think it's too unfamiliar to call names directly, otherwise..." Yin Huai put down his chopsticks, and suddenly showed an expression that made Song Yun's back chill.

"Little Song Yun? Song Xiaoyun? Yunyun? Little Yunyun? Yunyun baby?"

Song Yun was just a little short of dying on the spot.