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Si Ji swears that his weak legs are just teasing to show off his cuteness, and he expected that Zuo Yan would not be able to accompany him upstairs.Who knew that another sore boss would appear on the way.

Sure enough, he fought the tiger brothers, and went into battle as father and son soldiers.

Taking a peek at his father to make sure he wasn't showing any murderous intent, Si Ji took the time to glance at Zuo Yan who was walking in the front.He was walking in the low corridor carrying two red plastic buckets, the muscles in his arms were tense, and not a single drop of water was spilled from the buckets that were full.

Si Ji and You Rongyan told the old Si with their eyes, "This is the man I like."The boss glared at him and cursed "little bastard" with his mouth.Si Ji grinned and fanned the wind with his hands all the way, just following Zuo Yan.After Zuo Yan stood on the sixth floor, he took out the key first, opened the door, and said, "Please come in."

When the old Si took the water, he moved too much and spilled it, and Si Ji couldn't help laughing hahaha.Zuo Yan stood in the middle of the room and looked around.The old two-bedroom apartment is full of new and old furniture, but it is tidy.There is a group photo of the family of three hanging on the wall. When he was young, Lao Si, who had bell-bottomed pants and a mustache, was very fashionable and fashionable. Si Ji, who was four or five years old, was riding on his shoulders. Si's mother clasped her hands in a reserved manner and placed them in front of her.Si Ji followed his gaze: "Isn't that girl in the background very realistic? It's actually just a set. For this photo, the old Si dressed up all night. She's even prettier than my mother hahaha."

As soon as Lao Si came out of the kitchen with a watermelon, he saw the two smiling at each other.He said that Director Zuo should sit down quickly, but he stared at Si Ji and said that he would call your mother quickly so that he could bring some old Wang's braised chicken feet when he came back, he was hungry.

Si Ji choked up halfway through laughing, and was lost.Zuo Yan was very polite: "Uncle Si, do you still need water? Shall I go down and carry another two buckets?"

Si Ji pulled him to sit on the sofa: "No need, I'll order two buckets of purified water later and everything will be enough." Then he found another piece of watermelon that seemed to be in the center, picked it up and wanted to pass it to him, paused , and then handed it over to Lao Si: "Dad, this piece is for you."

The old Si took it with a smile and took a bite, and after a few words of pleasantries, he asked, "Xiao Si just came back, so you should take care of your work."

Zuo Yan also gnawed on the watermelon, with a sincere tone: "Si Ji is not bad, I think it is very suitable for him to entrust the kindergarten work."

Si Ji rested his chin and watched them chatting, and couldn't help being taken aback when he heard this.

The boss understood: "Yes, although he is not young, he is still inexperienced, too straightforward, and stubborn."

Si Ji couldn't help laughing, and said in his heart that I'm not straight at all; seeing the old Si looking at him, he waved his hands: "It's okay, you continue to let me go crazy."

"He's so good, he's not tired."

"Yeah, he is our family's darling. He will make me and his mother happy since we were young. Don't look at him as a fool, we can't let him suffer any grievances."

Zuo Yan looked back at Si Ji.Si Ji gave him a silly and sweet smile.

"Xiao Zuo, your parents should be quite proud of raising such an excellent son like you."

"I don't know either." Zuo Yan took out a tissue to wipe his hands, hesitated for a while before answering, "They have all passed away."

When going downstairs, Si Jilian sneezed several times, standing at the corner of the third floor, Zuo Yan turned around and said helplessly: "Don't give it away, go back and take your medicine quickly."

Si Ji bit his lower lip, and looked at him eagerly: "It's agreed that we will talk about it."

Zuo Yan couldn't help laughing: "What are you talking about, the thing I wronged you?"

Si Ji was so irritated that he pulled his pants: "Hey, my dad and I didn't say anything bad about you, it's because he's overthinking himself and has already regarded you as a class enemy—"

"We're not a good fit."

Zuo Yan interrupted him.

Si Ji took a breath suddenly, with a smile on his face: "...the reason?"

"I'm more familiar with this circle than you." Zuo Yan squinted his eyes as he looked at the dust on the windowsill of the corridor, "You're fine, so there's no need to repeat past experiences."

"No, we're not together yet, so you just say that." Si Ji heaved a sigh of relief, but his tone was still a little deliberately filled with vitality: "Maybe you feel that you must be me, or I think you are not enough. Well, suddenly I don’t like you anymore?”

Zuo Yan raised his eyebrows in surprise: "He's quite eloquent."

Si Ji stood up straight and looked into his eyes: "Anyway, it's someone as handsome as me chasing you. You shouldn't feel it's a burden, but you should enjoy it." Sniffing his red nose, he smiled and showed eight teeth: " If it's because of Old Shen, it's even more unnecessary."

"I'm afraid he'll beat me up. He once threw a beer bottle at someone, I don't want my head to explode." Zuo Yan seemed serious but also joking.

"With me around, he wouldn't dare." Si Ji rubbed his eyes, and said in a stern tone, "I really like the way you looked when I first saw you, don't be nice."

Zuo Yan didn't answer, just looked at him.

"It's like being an ordinary friend to me." Si Ji's eyes drifted to the right, recalling, "That rascal spirit is so cool."

"I never play hooligans during the day." Zuo Yan took a step back with a smile, "Who would put words like me making you uncomfortable and you being coquettish every day?"

"It's okay, I just like it when you play hooligans on me." Si Ji said, "If you are embarrassed to let others see, we can quietly." He tried his best to raise his heavy hand, and squeezed Zuo Yan's waist: "It's like this." Although the movement was very stiff, his hand was still on Zuo Yan's skirt and he didn't retract: "Well, it's like this."

Zuo Yan grabbed his hand, and Si Ji was overjoyed; but he was let go again in the next second: "You are so stubborn."

"Just don't call me cheap." Si Ji raised his head, his eyes were red, and he sneezed a little fake, "Colds are really annoying, otherwise we'll talk about this first. Are we still friends?"

Zuo Yan nodded: "Of course."

Si Ji didn't dare to blink, rushed up and hugged Zuo Yan, rubbing his face against his shoulder back and forth: "Then I'm going to chase you, don't be scared, I feel terrible even if I'm serious."

Then he coughed loudly.

"How terrible is Fa?" Zuo Yan asked, patting his back.

"Like this." Si Ji laughed while coughing, and squeezed his butt vigorously, "It feels good, hahaha."

After speaking, he seemed to be afraid of being beaten, so he rolled up the stairs.