My Clingy Boyfriend Asks for Kissing Every Day

Because of Song Wang's super work efficiency, the shooting schedule was completed perfectly, and then only need a retoucher to do some post-processing before it can be officially released.

Yan Xu, the person in charge, didn't dare to praise Song Wang in front of that vicious looking child, so he could only solemnly pat the latter's hand to express his dissatisfaction.

Smiling and thanking all the staff in the studio, Song Wang had time to take care of the child he had left aside for a long time.

Hmm... Maybe it's because he was in a state of acting like no one else was there when he started working, which made him ignore Ke Yanze for too long, that little brat was already getting a little angry.

Thinking of the haughty and displeased expression on his face when he kicked over the wooden frame just now, Song Wang really wanted to put him in his arms and rub the top of his soft hair.

It's cute when my own children are angry.

Noticing Ke Yanze's face getting worse and worse standing aside, Song Wang smiled, and then walked towards him.

Across the crowd around him, he walked extremely steadily step by step.

Ke Yanze saw him walking towards him from the corner of his eye, and subconsciously frowned his delicate brows, trying to scold him with the anger that was brewing.

Before the words came out, the person was caught off guard by the other party and embraced him.

Ke Yanze:? ? ?

The sudden rise made his heart skip a beat, obviously he didn't expect the other party to hug him as soon as he came up.

What came to his face was the familiar fragrance of grass and trees, which invisibly wiped away a little bit of anger in his heart.

When he was buried in front of the other person's chest, he suddenly panicked: Oops, he is going to die, how could he let Song Wang go easily just because of a random hug!

"Would you like to play a game?" Song Wang's chest vibrated slightly when he spoke, and his tone became lower and lower, and he even looked down at the motionless child in his arms.

"What... what game?" Ke Yanze turned his head away a little uncomfortably.

The latter smiled slightly, sent him up with his arms, then attached himself to his reddish ears, sprayed all the warm and humid breath on it, and said in a low voice:

"Find a place where no one is around... hold it high."

Ke Yanze:! ! !

"Crazy!" The child blushed and pushed Song Wang's face away, staring at him angrily:

"Who said you have to hold it high! Do you think you coax children?!"

"Yes," Song Wang squinted his eyes and smiled, freeing one hand to pinch his red and hot cheeks. He felt that the softness was very interesting, so he subconsciously leaned against his face and rubbed it:

"Isn't it just coaxing children?"

***

Dazedly hugged by Song Wang, out of the studio, out of the company, until he was placed in the passenger seat by the other party, Ke Yanze still hadn't recovered from the shock just now.

Song Wang sat in the driver's seat, quickly buckled up the seat belt, inserted the key into the hole, and started the car.

"Go to University A?"

The child raised his head to look at him, and gave a soft "hmm".

"Send a text to your best friend and say we're on our way."

"Oh." Ke Yanze scratched his hair, hesitated for a long time, and asked:

"Song Wang, do you really treat me like a child?"

Song Wang, the subject of the question, first glanced sideways at the troubled Ke Yanze, and then laughed lightly:

"Am I behaving too much today?"

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small theater:

Ke Yanze: Just rub it, is that enough?

Song Wang: ...