I heard that I don't sing love songs [Entertainment]

Back in the car, Zong Yuan listened to Bai Linnian muttering that next time he would shoot a dedicated magazine, so as not to share the page with a group of outsiders.

He just went to the photographer to look at the negatives, and the results were surprisingly good. Zong Yuan had a photogenic face, but the photographer said that one of the groups would only keep one for the public, and Bai Lin would not. I am happy, I have worked so hard to come here, I have been tossing about changing clothes and makeup for a whole day, only keeping one piece, I thought Zong Yuan would die so soon after saying this!

I don't know what brother Qi thinks, Zong Yuan must do this kind of thankless work.

Zong Yuan had no other reaction to his complaints, but was a little surprised that Bai Lin and Qi Gaoyang had always obeyed his orders, and now he would be dissatisfied.

A month later, Yi Zhou told him in a video the day before that he was going back to China today. Zong Yuan didn't care about it at the time, but he didn't fall asleep all night. He opened his eyes from time to time at night to check the time on his phone, thinking about the dawn .

At ten o'clock in the morning, Zong Yuan's car had been parked outside the airport for more than an hour. He vaguely heard the exclamation of a girl far away. Zong Yuan subconsciously looked out of the car window. Recognizing his figure, he patted the back of the front driver's seat.

The black business car stopped in front of Yi Zhou. He was stunned for a moment, and pressed the brim of his hat, but he still couldn't hide the smile that leaked from the corner of his mouth.

Handing the luggage to Zheng Huai who was traveling with him, Yi Zhou opened the door and got into the car, and the car drove away in front of the crowd.

After getting into the car, Yi Zhou pulled Zong Yuan into his arms, and asked him enthusiastically and presumptuously, "Does Yuan'er miss brother?"

The driver's seat and the back seat were separated early in the morning. Zong Yuan didn't have to worry about what the driver saw. His breath was filled with the familiar scent of his perfume. Turning his face, his lips deliberately brushed against the base of his ear.

The blood in Yi Zhou's body surged instantly, he touched his head again before letting him go, and carefully looked around at the people in front of him, "Why did you lose weight again?"

Zong Yuan looked down at himself, and didn't feel that he had lost weight, but judging from his recent schedule, it might be possible.

"Are you tired?" He asked, changing the subject.

Yi Zhou felt that there was something wrong with Zong Yuan, but he still looked at him with sincere and focused eyes, he felt relieved, put his arm on the back of the chair behind his shoulder, "Tired."

Flying in the sky for more than ten hours, how can you not be tired!

"But I won't be tired if I see you as soon as I go back to China." Yi Zhou said sweetly, with the gentleness unique to Zong Yuanshi in his voice, which would make anyone addicted to it.

However, Zong Yuan has been pretending for many years, and his concentration is much better than others, "Then brother, sleep for a while."

Yi Zhou stared at him for two seconds. Being in love with Zong Yuan is particularly scary. If he puts the slightest indifference of outsiders on his lover, it will make the other party feel uneasy.

"I've been sleeping for so long, and I still let my brother sleep, my body is almost falling apart." Yi Zhou said helplessly.

Zong Yuan frowned, "I'll rub it for you when I get home?"

Yi Zhou's face changed when he heard this, and he refused: "Then there's no need, I can't bear the strength of your palm."

Zong Yuan looks slender, but his hands are strong. When giving a massage, it feels like he is about to dismantle a person. Last time, Yi Zhou asked him to pinch his shoulders a few times without knowing it. It is estimated that the neighbors could hear the screams of the slaughtered pigs.

Zong Yuan licked his lips in embarrassment, and when he looked up at Yi Zhou, he found that he was looking at him with a smile on his face.

"You can't do anything about being a good wife and mother!" Yi Zhou teased him.

Zong Yuan was trampled on his painful foot, and his face turned ugly instantly. He stretched out his arms and clamped Yi Zhou's neck, stuck the back of his head to his chest, and gritted his teeth, "Don't make this joke."

Yi Zhou expected such a big reaction from him, so he laughed even more wildly, feeling the people behind him tighten their arms again, determined to make himself change his words, "Yuan'er is going to murder your husband?"

Zong Yuan didn't answer, Yi Zhou leaned on him and surrendered: "Okay, okay, I was wrong, so I won't say anything."

Zong Yuan reluctantly let go of him, but Yi Zhou didn't leave. Without the support of his arms, he slid his head onto his lap and lay down. With her pursed lips, she raised her arm and stroked his chin a few times with her fingertips, "Are you angry?"

When his finger slipped to his lips, Zong Yuan opened his mouth and bit it, as if venting his anger, Yi Zhou was amused, "It's just that you are not very skilled in life skills, and you didn't dislike you, why are you angry?"

Zong Yuan opened his mouth, and there was a ring of tooth marks on Yi Zhou's fingers, "I'm not angry."

Zong Yuan is like a child throwing a temper tantrum. He seems to be very concerned about this matter. Yizhou saw him secretly searching for housework precautions on his mobile phone at night before washing his clothes. The next morning he got up and looked at his mobile phone. Making a breakfast preparation on the Cooking APP was shameful and ended in failure. He didn't have the nerve to tell himself, he quietly dumped the spoiled ingredients into the trash can and ordered a takeaway, pretending nothing happened in the small garden Waiting for myself to wake up in the rocking chair.

Yi Zhou didn't notice it at first, but Zong Yuan forgot to clean it up. The black omelet lying in the trash can was particularly conspicuous. He picked up Zong Yuan's mobile phone and looked at it, and it turned out that the cooking APP was not easy to find.

Yi Zhou raised his lips to look at him now, and felt that this man's restrained and thoughtful appearance was very cute.

The back of his head felt a bit irritating on his lap, so Yi Zhou could only sit up propped up and pinched his face, "The little flesh that was so hard to grow before has been abused by you again."

Zong Yuan let him play around like a puppet, his eyelids gradually drooped, and there was a double image in front of him, and he fell asleep in a daze.

Yi Zhou looked at the blackness under his eyes, and knew that he didn't have much rest recently without searching his itinerary. Angry and distressed, he stroked his soft hair, and slowly moved his head to his shoulders.

He didn't know when the car stopped. When he woke up again, there was no moving scenery outside the window, and the driver disappeared. He was leaning on Yi Zhou's arms, and Yi Zhou was leaning on the seat. Erlang legs, one hand supported him to prevent him from falling, and the other hand played the game with one hand.

Zong Yuan squinted at him for a while. Yi Zhou had noticed his awakening a long time ago, so he kept his original posture without opening his mouth. When the eyes of the person in his arms became clearer, he asked him with a smile in his voice, "You went to pick me up and let yourself fall asleep, shouldn't you make it up to me?"

Zong Yuan rubbed his sleep-stiffened face, sat up straight with his arms propped up, and happened to scan the screen to notice that Yizhou's game account was blocked.

Playing games with one hand is fine. If you don’t play casual games like Xiao Xiao Le, you have to play competitive games. Sooner or later, you will be reported by your teammates. Zong Yuan is a little gloating.

Yi Zhou could see the slyness in his eyes at a glance, he turned off the phone and put it in his trouser pocket casually, leaned over and kissed his lips.

After kissing him so hard that he couldn't resist, Yi Zhou turned his head and bit him on the neck.

"I've spent the whole afternoon on me, it's fine if you don't feel grateful, and you dare to laugh at brother so blatantly."

Zong Yuan was wronged, he clearly managed his expression very well.

The two quarreled for a long time before getting out of the car and returning to the house. The weather in October is not so hot anymore, but the paper tiger in autumn still exudes power at noon. Zong Yuan casually stuffed a piece of bread into his stomach in the morning I hurried out, and now five or six hours have already been digested.

There are ingredients in the refrigerator, but Yizhou has just returned to China, so he can’t start exploiting him so soon. Zongyuan glanced at Yizhou. After receiving the signal, Yizhou put down the backpack he was carrying and went into the kitchen naturally, “Next time Noodles, I'll cook something delicious for you tonight."

Zong Yuan followed his footsteps with his eyes, and said "hmm".

The shabu-shabu was washing the vegetables, and the brightly colored tomatoes were neatly arranged under his knife skills. Zong Yuan leaned on the door frame with his arms folded, watching him pour the egg liquid into the boiling hot pot to make a sizzling sound, and the heat rose , did not hide his handsome and flamboyant face.

Who would have thought that a man who was so arrogant outside would start washing his hands and cooking before his butt landed on the chair when he returned home.

Zong Yuan suddenly raised his lips and smiled, Yi Zhou looked up and saw his heart warming up, "Hungry?"

Zong Yuan nodded, "Brother, you have worked hard."

Yi Zhou wanted to say that if he was willing to laugh a few more times, he wouldn't find it hard.

"Wait for me for 5 minutes." As he said, he poured cold water into the pot next to him and started to heat it up. The noodles he bought before were placed there intact, and Yi Zhou knew that the bucket of noodles had been bought by Zong when he held it in his hand. Yuan was cold, "What have you eaten at home this month?"

Yi Zhou didn't believe that he could cook rice by himself.

Zong Yuan hesitated for a few seconds, then tentatively replied: "Bigu?"

Yizhou:  …

This kid Zong Yuan is too difficult to manage.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Zong Yuan reflected on whether he was too provocative, and considered his words, "Actually, I've eaten instant noodles a few times."

Yizhou:  …

If he died one day, Zong Yuan would be angry.

Zong Yuan can always say extremely popular words without changing his expression, but he has an innocent face.

He really didn't realize that his brother's current mood is not stable. In his eyes, he didn't stay at home for a long time this month. This state couldn't be more normal. He stared at the direction of Yizhou, waiting to be fed expectantly .

The soup was poured on the hot noodles, and the aroma penetrated his nostrils, and his stomach growled twice, envious of Yizhou's casual craftsmanship.

"Why is Qi Gaoyang willing to let you take on the job?" Yi Zhou handed over the chopsticks and sat opposite him and asked.

Zong Yuan ate with a sullen head, and after swallowing the food in his mouth, he said vaguely: "He also wants to make money."

If you look carefully, you can see Zong Yuan's perfunctory answer, but Yi Zhou trusts him too much and doesn't think about it at all, "The autograph I brought you and the small gift Sarina gave you are all in my In the backpack, you can take it yourself after eating."

Zong Yuan's eyes lit up when he heard the words, he put down his chopsticks and was ready to act, but Yi Zhou grabbed his wrist.

"Let's go after eating."