Run away after flirting with the male god

Yang Fan is ready to sacrifice his life for righteousness.

The man asked in a deep voice, "Can I kiss you?"

The distance between the two was only a short distance, Yang Fan saw his own reflection in the man's dark eyes, without arrogance, he looked like a helpless chick, feeling a little embarrassed that the lights in the room were all on, he pushed Song Bai: "Turn off the lights. "

Song Bai didn't move, he put one hand on the other side's face and kissed him, depression and struggle flashed in his eyes, his eyes were as thick as ink, forming the deepest love, he breathed heavily and said again: "Fanfan This sentence was long, and Yang Fan looked at the dazzling chandelier and hurriedly turned his head to urge, "Turn off the light."

Realizing that Song Bai was not clear-headed now, Yang Fan gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand to turn off the bedside lamp, his heart beat faster and he scolded him for being nervous!

Come early, come late, come sooner or later, there is nothing to be afraid of.

But...Yang Fan quietly looked at the man's veined arm and his brain exploded.

Song Bai frowned as if he was enduring something. When the light by the wall was turned off, he was completely hidden in the darkness. Yang Fan couldn't see his face clearly. He could only hear his rapid and heavy breathing followed by his heartbeat. Thinking carefully, he didn't seem to have prepared anything. , Yang Fan raised his head and took the initiative to suck the man's hot lips, noticing that there was a slight smell of alcohol, he suppressed it and said calmly: "The lights below are not turned off yet."

However, before he could take a step away, the man pushed him back with his long legs. Yang Fan fell back to the bed and was unconscious. When he was about to recover, there was a shadow above his head, and the man touched his exposed skin with trembling hands. , tentative touch and then put the palm completely on it, as long as he lowers his head, he can see Song Baijunlang's side face is full of lust at this moment, but he is a little afraid.

So Yang Fan waited anxiously, wrapped his hands around the man's neck and leaned against his chest, except for the scorching heat, there was the sonorous and powerful heartbeat.

It was rare for Song Bai to be irrational. Only he knew how much alcohol had affected him. Yang Fan's fur was tucked up and became tense. Even more beautiful, he watched Yang Fan climb up to kiss him, and exhaled heavily after smelling the smell on the other party: "It's still early, but I can't hold it anymore."

It wasn't that he couldn't hold his urine or shit, Yang Fan hugged him tightly again, but the moment his hands were closed, his eyes swayed, and his chin was raised high: "Song Mu... um!" The fiery kiss engulfed him instantly , the man kissed so hard that it aroused the goosebumps on his arm, and when his tongue was poked in and entangled crazily, he felt the blood flow backwards, and it seemed that he had become a mountain spirit when he touched the man, but it was different from what was written in the book. Become a person who has been sucked out of blood.

From the moment Song Bai kissed the young man's skin, he felt cold and comfortable, eager to go deeper, and the strong desire began to dominate him to break through the inherent rules in his mind. Those rules that bound him now need to be released, and he began to waver What I said at the beginning.

"Song Mubai, lighten up..."

Yang Fan's memory became fragmented in the ups and downs. He remembered that he had been twisting and begging for sex but failed in the end. The shaking of the picture in front of him and the deep breathing in his ears told him that it was not a dream last night. Song Bai held him tightly. Hugging in his arms and pressing down, he braked rationally at the last step, rubbing his hands instead of rubbing his hands, and even let himself be released. The bed seemed to vibrate too violently last night. Yang Fan looked at the shifted sheets in a daze, feeling dissatisfied.

But I don't know which one is dissatisfied. The broken picture finally stops at Song Bai kissing the root of his thigh. Yang Fan blushes and immediately covers his face in an attempt to sweep away the impure part. Unfortunately, the more deeply rooted the resistance is, the clearer it becomes.

Although he felt dissatisfied in his heart, he was still tired. He lifted the quilt and tried to get dressed, but as soon as his feet touched the ground, he knelt on the ground trembling and made a loud noise.

"Hiss." His legs were weak and felt like they were going to be useless. Yang Fan supported the bed and trembled so much that he didn't even know it was his own legs. He could tell at a glance that it was the result of overuse last night. The man didn't have any skills and only relied on grinding hard.

Song Bai held the breakfast and pushed open the door to see Yang Fan kneeling on the ground. His facial features were in pain: "Where is the discomfort?" He hurriedly carried him back to the bed, touched his legs and found that he was shaking.

Yang Fan felt that everyone was flustered, gritted his teeth, and couldn't tell if he was angry: "Legs are sore." Looking down at the many bruised and purple hickeys on the inner thigh, his heart trembled and his body softened at the same time.

It's so fucking visually impactful.

"Last night..." Do you want to ask why you didn't fuck me?Yang Fan leaned on the pillow and stared at the meal with his head down.

"I lost control last night, I was afraid of hurting you." Looking at the marks on the young man's neck, Song Bai restrained his eyes and looked at him steadfastly.

"It's okay." Yang Fan didn't know what to say, he stepped forward to hug the man and said quietly, "We... are fine."

No matter how fine, Song Bai held Yang Fan's hand and wrapped it, his slender fingers were bloodless: "I will do my homework."

"Huh?" Yang Fan was puzzled.

"What should two men do, I will do my homework."

Yang Fan thought he was just talking, after all, when the sperm is on the brain, he can't remember anything, so he tore his face and explained: "I don't like to do sports, but I feel weak when I masturbate too much."

The man nodded: "I see."

His legs were weak and his face turned pale. Yang Fan contacted Cao Xue and moved back for two days and said he was not feeling well. The little girl was very enthusiastic and asked if she wanted to come and see him.

What a joke, look at him looking like he wants to be dissatisfied even after he is exhausted?

"Your headache is gone." He asked.

Song Bai showed a very shallow smile: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Yang Fan hesitated for a while and decided not to ask further questions. He moved his legs and changed his place for dinner. Song Bai accompanied him until the afternoon to make sure that he didn't feel any discomfort before going to work. He wanted to chat with Chen Minjun but was told that she didn't come to work.

Jiang Dong pulled the man into the lounge and had a short and unserious conversation: "Are you and Yang Fan really together?"

"Yes." Yang Fan said, "Fanfan and I have been together since we were in school."

"Min-jun seems to have liked you for a long time."

"I'm sorry, but my heart can't be broken in two." Song Bai drank his tea calmly and looked indifferent.

Jiang Dong struggled and hesitated to speak, and finally said: "If I knew it, I would have reminded you earlier."

Song Bai stared at the tea leaves floating in the teacup, and said, "I realize that I don't want to have an affair with her, and I think that I don't treat her too well and cause everyone to misunderstand."

"That's what I said, but after all..."

Song Bai turned his head and looked at him indifferently: "Because I don't accept her and made her feel sad, so I have to feel guilty? The office romance is clearly written in the contract and is listed as prohibited. Senior, you should Be stricter, I can even propose to fire her if she doesn't distinguish between public and private."

"Don't be too unsympathetic." Jiang Dong looked at the man who suddenly became ruthless, and he felt a terrible fear. Although he is the boss, he is not capable. People who are very important to him.

"I said some bad things about Yang Fan before, Song Bai, you..."

The man waved his hand to tell him not to say, "I don't even remember."

Only then did Jiang Dong sneer to cover up his embarrassment: "I didn't expect you to be with Yang Fan."

"I was the one who chased him first." The man said so lightly that Jiang Dong couldn't answer. Who would have thought that the dullest one would be the most shocking one.

The reminders he thought he had kindly said to Song Bai during the last dinner came to Jiang Dong's mind. It turned out that Yang Fan was with him at that time. He should have realized how such a stunner as Yang Fan would suddenly befriend Song Bai. ?

Song Bai saw that he was immersed in his memories and didn't bother him, and left the lounge without saying a word. When he turned around, he found that a colleague who had a good time with Chen Minjun was looking at him. Song Bai looked back, but the other party felt guilty first. bowed his head.

When the bidding is over, there is nothing urgent to rush. Song Bai took out the rice paper and spread it on the table, practiced calligraphy with a stern face, as if everything that happened had nothing to do with him, and put his hands on the table The lips were pressed tightly together, and when the last stroke was finished, the word Yang Fan appeared densely on the paper.

I don't know how he is now.

Thinking like this, Yang Fan was probably at home. The man took out his phone to unlock it and swiped to the camera function. He looked at himself in the selfie camera for a moment, as if he remembered something and entered the photo album.

He never took photos. There are only two selfies of Yang Fan in the album, one is smiling and the other is not smiling, wearing milky white long sleeves, the corners of his mouth are raised to soften the already handsome features. I like to watch Japanese TV dramas, and I often hear them say that "they look like those who came out of the comics".

The man looked at the photo for a while and smiled silently: "It looks like the protagonist in a comic." Swiping his finger to set the smiling one as the wallpaper and then as the background of WeChat chat, after thinking about it, he sent another red envelope.

Yang Fan was massaging his thighs and reminiscing about the scene from last night. He was laughing and crying alone on the bed. He noticed that his phone was vibrating and took it out. Song Bai sent him a red envelope, so he accepted it as a respect without further ado. : "Why give me red envelopes."

"Try this function."

Yang Fan turned his phone around: "Send me another one, it seems like I didn't receive it just now."

There is a small line on the screen: Bawang Yang has received your red envelope.

Song Bai smiled lightly, bound the bank card and sent another one.

Yang Bawang has received your red envelope.

Not long after, Yang Fan also sent one over, with a denomination of 10 yuan.

"Buy me a Coke when you get back."

Song Bai was not used to typing on his mobile phone and just sent a voice: "Isn't there a supermarket at the gate of the community."

"I'm lazy and don't want to go." Twisted into a twist on the bed but didn't want to get out of bed, Yang Fan sent a lot of exclamation points, "I want to drink that!"

"Well I see."

As the weather turns cooler, many girls have given up their miniskirts and hot pants. Song Bai rides a bicycle and shuttles freely among the cars. His heavy black framed eyes make people look dull. He remembers that Yang Fan wants to drink Coke but really I went to the supermarket but didn’t buy anything. I bought a towel and pillowcase at a discount and went back. After wandering around a few times, I went to the tea shop again: “Please bring me two cans of oolong tea.”

Yang Fan's eyes were blurred with anticipation at home, and he never felt that Coke was so delicious, but Song Bai came back and brought back two bags of tea for him to brew. Yang Fan's long bare legs were slightly mottled, and he blinked. After looking behind the man, he stretched out his hand: "Here's what I want."

Song Bai took the sheets to the washing machine and said without turning his head, "Autumn is suitable for drinking oolong tea, and carbonated drinks are not good." He took out his pants from the dry clothes and put them on for the young man, and said, "I'm going to prepare dinner. "

The young man was very awkward as he slammed the door. He said that they had done half of it last night, so the relationship bar would go up. He couldn't obey what he said, but looking at the hickey marks on his body must show some expression!

Song Bai lowered his head slightly to meet Yang Fan's gaze, and there were always white things guiding him to look down. He raised his hand and touched Yang Fan's hot cheek: "You just woke up?"

"Hmm." Reluctantly.

His face was not only hot but also a little red, and he looked like a cat with the laziness and nobleness of just waking up. Song Bai thought for a while and thought that if Yang Fan was a cat, he must be the most beautiful puppet cat.

"In autumn, the weather is not only dry, but also people often have dry mouth and tongue. Oolong tea is moderate in nature, neither cold nor hot, and is suitable for drinking all year round. Research from various countries has found that regular drinking of oolong tea is not harmful to the body. It can also remove the dryness and heat in the body. Carbonated drinks are harmful and have no benefit, so I forbid you to drink them.”

The inaccuracy was very thorough, Song Bai put both hands through the young man's creaking nest, and the other went down to directly hug him by the waist, and went out openly and put him on the sofa.Yang Fan couldn't bear the reasoning of the news broadcast, and when he saw the man wanted to get closer, he immediately stepped on him, which happened to hit the man's heart.

"I don't drink tea."

"We don't have drinks at home, but we have milk." Song Bai touched the instep on his chest, it felt cold, his hands were warm and comfortable to touch, and as imagined, this person seemed to have no blemishes all over his body , he bowed his head impartially, and kissed Yang Fan's instep reverently.

"Hey! What are you doing!" Yang Fan was in a mess and quickly retracted his feet, making a gesture to wipe his feet and muttering, "You don't think it's dirty."

Song Bai pursed his lips and said nothing. When he came out of the study, he had an extra newspaper clipping in his hand. He took out one of the newspaper clippings and showed it to Yang Fan: "You can do an experiment and try not to drink those drinks for a month. You see the change and you don't want to drink it again."

Seeing that the man was still discussing diet therapy in depth, Yang Fan waved his hands and gave up: "Then I just don't drink today." Anyway, he only talked about today.

Yang Fan was proud of himself, Song Bai looked amused, patted his head reassuringly, got up and went to the kitchen to make tea: "It will be ready soon."

He was reluctant in his heart but couldn't resist him: "Why are you buying a bed sheet and quilt cover? I saw that you still have a set in your closet."

Song Bai opened the kitchen door and responded while making tea: "The supermarket has a discount and the discount is quite big. I bought it when I saw it."

He is really a good man who is diligent and thrifty.

Yang Fan rubbed his hands on the back of his feet and watched in a daze. He played back the affectionate kiss from the man just now. He shuddered and slapped his face. When he put on his pants, he found his phone was vibrating but he didn’t recognize him. If it's not local, it's probably a liar, so he skipped over and pressed it.

Unexpectedly, he pressed and called again, Yang Fan frowned and thought about the number of the two worlds, but he couldn't think of a match with it, hung up and called again, he was angry: "Who is it?"

There was silence on the phone.

"Hey?"

Song Bai poked his head out from the kitchen: "Who did you quarrel with, talk about it if you have something to say."

After waiting for a few seconds and still not being able to hear the voice, Yang Fan hung up again in a blink of an eye, muttering: "I guess he is a liar who is just starting out, he can't even speak."

"Mom, did my brother answer the phone?"

"Got it, but I don't know what to say." The eldest son hasn't seen it for many years. If she didn't watch TV, she would hardly remember Yang Fan's appearance. Chen Mei held her mobile phone and felt nervous, confident and optimistic about the TV show. Her son was inexplicably full of fear. She was old, so she was afraid.

"Runzhi, what if your father finds out what we did?"

Yang Runzhi was anxious like ants on a hot pot, with the creditors on one side and his sad face on the other, he pushed Chen Mei and said loudly: "Mom, what's the matter with you, let's ask brother to pay the money , this phone is connected and you are stuck, are you trying to kill me?"

Old people are afraid of the word death, Chen Mei slapped Yang Runzhi on the shoulder, and immediately cried out when she thought of the debt he owed: "Tell me that you are so uneducated, and the child will become a father when the child is born! So much debt!"

"I asked you to sell me a house, but you won't sell it to me!"

"Fart!" Chen Mei spit on her youngest son's face, "How can you sell it for your son! If you didn't mess around at school and make the girl's stomach big, how could our family end up with only three sets?" There are two sets left, why can't you learn from your brother!"

"Now that I know that the eldest son is fine, why did you go early? Back then, you beat him harder than my father."

Chen Mei's ears crackled and she wiped her tears and asked, "Tell the truth to Mom, how much do you owe?"

Yang Runzhi sat down with a tangled expression, and slowly stretched out three fingers. Chen Mei breathed a sigh of relief: "We can still afford 30."

"Mom, add a 0 at the end."

"300 million!" Chen Mei immediately threw the teacup over, she had never seen so much money in her life, "Xi Mao ① made so much money, what do you want to do?"

Yang Runzhi covered his face and quibbled knowing that he had nothing to do now, so he held back his breath and retorted: "I'm an investor and I haven't done anything bad." After speaking, he knelt down and begged her, "Mom, they said that if I don't pay back the money, I will chop it up." My finger, they are the ones who say the same thing, you ask Yang Fan to help me lend me money, he must have a lot of money acting in ylq now, I saw him with a very rich man last time Mom, as long as he helps me solve this problem, the house won't need to be sold, and Fangfang won't have to worry about it, she's pregnant with your grandson!"

"The key is that our family treated him so well before, wouldn't Yang Fan feel hatred in his heart?" Chen Mei was worried that the eldest son hated them. She had also felt compassion back then, but later she knew that the matter between Yang Fan and the head teacher had completely collapsed, and she couldn't believe it. My son, who was born after a hard pregnancy in October, actually likes men, so disgusting, thinking about it, there is a trace of disgust on her face.

Yang Runzhi observed her face and snorted: "No matter how much I hate you, you gave birth to it. You didn't spend any money on raising it for more than ten years. It's not thanks to your mother that he looks so good. Besides, he didn't come back to see her for a few years after he left. You gave you a penny, but he doesn’t respect you even if he is a son.”

"What do you say, the white-eyed wolf will treat it as if you didn't raise it." Chen Mei was also troubled when she saw that her eldest son was now in the limelight, and Yang Runzhi's words almost touched her heart.

"Mom, what's the matter with asking him for some money now? It's only natural to respect you and Dad. I'm his younger brother and what's the matter with asking for some money? It's no big problem for my brother to help my brother. Does he really want to watch me die? Do you want me to die?" Yang Fan is only happy when his family is extinct?"

"Bah, bah, bah, don't say unlucky things." Chen Mei pretended to hit her youngest son a few times to calm down. Now that she is old, she still has to rely on Yang Runzhi to support her. The 300 million that she took out from home is not only the house but also the food. I'm sorry, Yang Shunjun must be making trouble at home. When the house is restless, if you take it out, the family will go bankrupt. It's better to let Yang Fan out. After raising him for so many years, I didn't confiscate his morning tea and filial piety. Now that he is developed, why can't he help his younger brother?

She lowered her face: "I'll tell your dad about this."

"Hey Mom, don't, Dad knows and won't beat me to death." Yang Runzhi was afraid of Yang Shunjun, and beat him to death. On the day when Yang Fan was driven out of the house, he was covered in blood like he was soaked in a blood vat. It looks extraordinarily penetrating.

Chen Mei stopped him: "Don't be afraid, it's okay to ask Yang Fan to pay some money, and we can't raise white-eyed wolves for nothing."

Hearing what she said, Yang Runzhi was overjoyed in his heart, but he remained calm on the surface. Suddenly the topic changed: "Mom, you and my dad's passbooks should be put away. There are a lot of news about thieves these days, so I'm worried that you are getting old. something happened."

"What are you hiding in the old place? I will pay attention to it." Chen Mei waved her hands with ease. The youngest son eats, drinks, prostitutes and gambles well. After beating and scolding, there is only such a precious son left. Now the problem has to be solved. Don't worry.

Yang Runzhi stayed at home and waited for Chen Mei to go out to buy groceries, sweating with his left hand on his mobile phone forehead, and finally saw the text message sent by the other party, he was so scared that he went out to answer the phone, and said flatteringly: "Brother Tian, ​​don't worry, I really don't care." I'm lying to you, my mother and I have agreed to sell the house, no, I will sell that house to my sister-in-law, you can bid whatever you want, can you wait for a few days, I'm really tight."

After a while Yang Runzhi nodded hastily, with sweat dripping down his cheeks and eyes full of fear, he said in horror: "Brother Tian, ​​don't, I beg you, I'm going to get Qiancheng now."

Looking down again and again to make sure that Chen Mei had gone out, Yang Runzhi was trembling, and tremblingly touched the room of the two old people, and found out the hidden iron box which contained the important documents of the family. He stayed on it for several minutes, his palms were sweaty slippery people.

Under the real estate certificate is the wedding photo of Yang Shunjun and Chen Mei. The wedding photos in those days were simple and plain. He used to mock them for being unattractive. Now he dare not meet their eyes. He gritted his teeth and took the documents and put them in his bag. He was in a hurry to get out. But the moment he stepped out, he took it back, hurriedly took out the bank card and said silently: "Anyway, Yang Fan will buy it back after giving the money, and buy it back again." After speaking, he fled from the house as if fleeing.

When Chen Mei came back, she couldn't see her son, so when she called him, the voice sounded very strange: "Hey, my son doesn't want to miss home when he grows up."

After dinner, she and Yang Shunjun brought up the matter of Yang Runzhi's debts. Yang Shunjun is usually honest, but once he gets angry, it can be called domestic/violent. If she didn't stop him, he would definitely rush out to settle accounts with his son: "Do you really want to Kill your son!"

"This coward!"

Chen Mei didn't talk nonsense, and raised her idea: "Just let Yang Fan pay, he is not so short of money now."

Yang Shunjun was the cheapest at home, and it was more difficult to get money out of him than to go to the sky. After a little thought, he agreed with his wife: "It's time for him to pay us back."

The two hit it off immediately, and Chen Mei started to make a call with her mobile phone, but this time no matter how many times she called, no one answered, and instead kept repeating: "Sorry, the number you dialed is currently on the line."

They don't know that there is a function called blocking.

Yang Fan had already added the unfamiliar numbers to the blacklist, and he was chatting with Song Bai in the sun room, Song Bai was standing at the table practicing calligraphy, and he interrupted him: "How many years have you practiced?"

"Since I can remember." The man frowned and looked serious.

Yang Fan pouted and made a face: "Anyway, it's not as good as my writing."

Song Bai looked at him in surprise with his hands behind his back, and handed him the brush with the expression of meeting a bosom friend, and said flatly: "You write, I'll take a look."

Yang Fan stretched out his tongue to look at the sky, moved his hands, picked up the brush and prepared to write.

Seeing his gesture of holding the pen, Song Bai's eyebrows twitched suddenly.

The handwriting is not ugly, but it’s fine if it’s not calligraphy. Yang Fan clapped his hands to claim credit: “It’s pretty.” It’s a pity that he laughed before the man could reply, sitting on the table and swinging his legs freely. up.

Putting the brush back to its original position, Song Bai put his arms around him and told him to be careful, but Yang Fan didn't listen, and looked at him with a smile on his face, leaning against the man casually with the table and chairs on his lips: "Does it look good?"

Song Bai's dark eyes became clear and bright under the light, and he slowly put Yang Fan into his arms with his mouth pursed, and said the first lie in his life: "It's better than what I wrote."

Yang Fan didn't bother to move in the man's arms, rubbed his face against the man's neck and let out a cry to show off: "I just like you to tell the truth."

"Well, I'm just telling you." Song Bai kissed the young man's forehead with his lips, watching his eyes under the long eyelashes roll back and forth dishonestly, it seems that even the smallest size of clothes would be loose on him, loose and loose, revealing exquisiteness The collarbone hook/leading people to look down, Song Bai twisted the corner of his mouth and said hoarsely, "What a goblin."

"Fairy?" Yang Fan raised his voice, his phoenix eyes were tainted with a smile, and he put his hands around the man's neck and purposely put his words next to his mouth, "Then when is Master Song going to take me in?"

Song Bai's eyes flickered, he tightened his hands and pulled him into his arms quickly, the young man also gasped.

"Fanfan, don't tease me."

"I'm obviously seducing/seducing you." Yang Fan said seriously, and jumped off the table by himself, "If you don't accept it, then... huh?" The waist was suddenly encircled and before turning back, the man kissed passionately Slamming him down from the top of his head and carrying him back to the table, Yang Fan hurriedly supported the table and heard the clear sound of paper tearing.

This seems to be Song Bai's most precious rice paper.

"Hmm..." He was so kissed that he kept leaning back, Song Bai hooked his hands to barely let him fall down, his breath was intertwined with the other party's fascinating masculine breath, Yang Fan's eyes gradually blurred and he began to respond, stretching Tongues and minds went blank, sucking each other's last breath of air, wanting to die.

Song Bai kissed the man until he lost his soul, wiped the blush on the young man's face and rubbed his nose: "Try again next time."

Yang Fan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, opened his eyes and wrapped around him: "Drinking?"

The man sucked his red lips again, and said softly, "My drinking capacity is not as bad as you think."

At the end of the day, Yang Fan covered half of the sheet, trying to hide his blushing after being exposed to the trick: "Oh!"

"Let's go down, it's time to go to bed." Song Bai took his hand and walked out. Yang Fan obediently did not make any small movements. When he looked back, his eyes lit up, and he pointed at the strawberry plant and exclaimed, "There are really strawberries!"

Song Bai saw that the random strawberry turned red and was about to ripen. He patted Yang Fan's hand and said, "I'll pick it for you when it's fully ripe. It's time to go to bed now. Go to bed after 10 o'clock." It's tantamount to slow suicide."

Yang Fan was angry again.

The next day, I had a kiss with Song Bai at work. He went out to find Cao Xue to take pictures. The location he chose was similar to a classical park with rockery and water. Next door was a private garden of a salt merchant in the Qing Dynasty. Now it is one of the scenic spots to take pictures in. Yes, but with limitations.

With Cao Xue's good old-fashioned ideas and Yang Fan's years of experience, the cooperation went very smoothly. The little girl even proposed to cooperate again in the future, but this time Yang Fan refused: "Let's talk about it later when I have time."

"Ah, Yang Fan, have you taken a lot of solo queues and can't reach me?" Cao Xue reckoned that Yang Fan's job should still be a model.

Yang Fan didn't nod or shake his head, and said with a smile: "I have a big order, and I need to do it with all my strength."

In the morning, he received a call from Su Yide's assistant. The official asked if he had time recently. Su Yide needed a model for his private collection to be photographed. The news that he had been waiting for for a long time came suddenly. Reply and then agree on a time before hanging up.

Song Bai was overjoyed when he heard the news, but he was also worried: "Grandpa Su is not as amiable at work as you have seen, don't make him feel uncomfortable by acting casually."

He smiled into crescents and leaned over: "You think I'm so kind to everyone."

In any case, now that the wish has been fulfilled, having Su Yide is equivalent to having a more stable backer. Su Yide is well-known at home and abroad, and many fashion shows are vying to snatch him. If Yang Fan didn’t remember, he himself It was Su Yide's first model, and this number one alone was enough for him to stand on the headlines for a few days.

Going home and lying on the wide and thick bed, Yang Fan wrapped himself into Song Bai's half, closed his eyes as if he was still hugging him, rolled into long strips and finally panted and laughed out of the belated excitement, he touched I got out my phone and wanted to post a Weibo, but just after entering the text, the screen jumped out of the phone page.

Yang Fan picked it up, with a smile in his tone: "Hi, I'm Yang Fan."

"Da Fan."

Yang Fan narrowed his eyes, gripped the phone tightly with five fingers, and the excitement just now was completely shattered with the sound of "Da Fan" deep in his mind.

"Who are you."

Chen Mei sneered: "The wings are so stiff that I can't even hear my parents' voices."

The sun outside the window was bright and warm, but Yang Fan touched his heart, but it was icy cold: "I don't have parents."

"How do you talk, kid? I called you to ask if you are free this week. Let's come back for dinner together. The family hasn't been together for a long time."

family?

Yang Fan sat up, covered his face and laughed haha. At the end of the laugh, tears trickled down his fingers: "Family? I, Yang Fan, jumped out of a crack in the rock and have no family." Without giving the other party a chance to answer, he hung up and blacked out Remove and lie down to sleep in one go.

When Song Bai came back, he saw that there were all clothes thrown on the ground. He picked them up one by one and saw that there was a ball nestled on the bed. He pulled back the quilt and someone was sleeping in the dark and unconscious. He patted Yang Fan's face and gently woke him up: "Get up."

Yang Fan opened his eyes in a daze and subconsciously looked outside. The sun was still in the sky and he came back: "Well, you came back very early."

Song Bai smiled: "You get up first."

"No, I'm sleepy to death." Yang Fan said and leaned on the bed, "I'm in a bad mood and need to sleep."

"The longer you sleep, the more you want to sleep. It's not good for your body to feel dizzy. Get up, and I'll take you out for dinner."

Yang Fan still looked tired and sleepy in his eyes, but he still looked up at the man. The clothes seemed to be different?

"Why are you so generous all of a sudden." You must know that every time he is lazy and orders takeout, he will be severely criticized by the other party, and he will take an ideological and political class to understand how problematic the food hygiene outside is. He sometimes wonders why Song Bai He knows everything, he is like a walking encyclopedia, omniscient and omnipotent, from connecting wires to assembling computers, the only difference is that he didn't build the house himself.

"Let's go out on a date."

Yang Fan's eyes widened: "Huh?"

Song Bai smoothed out the creases on his shirt: "Yes, let's go out on a date."

Yang Fan blushed with a sigh of relief, dressed like a doll and mechanically followed Song Bai who was dressed as a straight man. Song Bai was a little happy and specially put hairspray on his head today. Fortunately, Young Master Liang looked pleasing to the eye. Otherwise, even if he was beaten to death, he wouldn't go out.

He was wearing a white sweater with a gray and green hat, and black trousers that were slightly tight to make his legs straight and thin. He waited by the garage for a while before he saw Song Bai pushing his bicycle out: "Are you sure we want... to go out on this one?" Date Cycling?He doesn't really want to copy the frontal bridge in Korean dramas!

Fuck he doesn't want to date anymore, he wants to go back to sleep!

But after discussing it several times, Song Bai took out a peaked cap from behind him and put it on in a blink of an eye, helping Yang Fan brush his broken hair behind his ear with a light smile: "There will be traffic jams during the rush hour, so I'll take you out just to cool off." cool off."

Yang Fan lowered his hat for a long while and let out an ooh.

Halfway couldn't help asking: "Why are you dating?"

Song Bai said, "Why don't we date when we're in a relationship?"

"But you've never dated me before."

"Then I'll start dating you now, okay?"

Yang Fan leaned against the man discouragedly. To be honest, the height of the bicycle was too low for people with long legs like them. No matter how you say it, it would be more comfortable with a high cushion like that of Shandishan. But now he is leaning on Song Bai With the unique cool wind blowing in autumn behind her, she stared at the orange sky in the distance in a daze for a long time: "It's so beautiful."

"Fanfan, don't you remember what day it is today?"

After thinking about it, he hesitated, "Could it be the three-month anniversary of our relationship?" It seems that it hasn't been three months yet, and besides, Song Bai doesn't seem to be such a sentimental person.

Yang Fan swears that he is really not a black fan.

Song Bai held the handlebar of the car and suddenly sighed. He squeezed Yang Fan's hand in his pocket, and said solemnly, "Fanfan, today..."

Yang Fan pricked up his ears: "What?"

"Stop talking, we'll be at the restaurant soon."

Yang Fan was still confused, thinking that if the man took him out to eat, he should order a table of dishes in the restaurant. Although he didn't know why he was generous, it was fine for the local tyrant to be happy.

"Did you win the lottery?" He pointed to the western-style restaurant in front of him and asked the man, "How much did you say you won?"

"I didn't win the prize." Song Bai hugged him gently, and was led by the waiter to the reserved table.

Yang Fan turned his head and stared at him. The small drum in his heart was ringing. This western restaurant has been popular since it opened, and it has become a big brand in ten years. Naturally, ordinary people are discouraged. A meal here can range from a white-collar salary for a month to half a year or a year.

He really can't figure out what's wrong with this man, the position he's given is the best in the audience, is it because he's stingy?

"Why are you wasting money like this?" Yang Fan poked Song Bai's steak in a panic, saying that the effect of his politics class was very strong, and after ten years of rich life, he was only a few months old, and he was dismissed. It's terrible to be trained like this.

"Don't worry about money, just let go and eat." Song Bai poured red wine for him with a smile on the corner of his mouth. The sexy/sensual and mellow liquid exudes a charming wine fragrance as it falls. Yang Fan swallowed, "You are acting weird today .”

The man smiled without saying a word, but served him with the utmost gentleness.

After eating this meal, Yang Fan kept hiccupping. He looked satisfied after eating and drinking. Through the faint candlelight on the table, he saw the man's eyes deep and affectionate. Yang Fan felt a fireball burning slowly in his chest. But in the constant warmth he was, very warm.

Yang Fan propped his chin and turned his head to look out the window. From here, he could overlook the capital and look up at the starry sky. He walked slowly to the window and stretched out his hand to imprint on it. Soon the man's figure appeared on it, but he didn't stand loose like usual, with one hand behind his back Coupled with gentle and affectionate eyes