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When Song Ji got up, Jiang Zhilu beside him was already up. He knew that the 9 o'clock alarm clock had already sounded once last night, but Jiang Zhilu turned it off when he got up, and he fell asleep again.

Last night, he still vowed to tell Jiang Zhilu that he would get up early and return to his room tomorrow morning.

As Jiang Zhilu said, he couldn't get up.

Song Ji stretched and turned over, covering his head on Jiang Zhilu's pillow.

He and Jiang Zhilu had a long chat on the bed last night, about Jiang Zhilu's childhood, about his childhood.

Song Ji also showed Jiang Zhilu photos of him when he was a child, and Jiang Zhilu also had photos, but before the age of six, Jiang Zhilu lived with his grandparents after he was six years old, and Jiang Zhilu was accepted after graduating from elementary school. to my father.

Jiang Zhilu compared his childhood photos and said, the baby is so cute.

The photo of Jiang Zhilu when he was a child is that his parents dressed him up as a little girl, wearing pink clothes, with a red dot on his forehead.

Song Ji said, Brother Lu was so beautiful when he was young.

After finishing speaking, what he got was being tickled on the bed by the beautiful brother Lu. In the end, Song Ji lay in Jiang Zhilu's arms panting and begging for mercy, and was bullied by Jiang Zhilu again.

While chatting, Song Ji lay on the bed and yawned. He didn't know when he fell asleep. He knew that Jiang Zhilu said good night in his ear before going to sleep.

I don't know what happened, but after the long talk last night, Song Ji felt that he liked Jiang Zhilu even more.

Song Ji was burying his head and giggling, when someone slapped his ass suddenly, he suddenly looked up, Jiang Zhilu had already washed and changed and was standing beside the bed looking at him.

Song Ji turned around and sat up, blushing and staring at Jiang Zhilu, and shouted fiercely, "Why are you beating people?"

Jiang Zhilu said, "Isn't it uncomfortable to sleep with your hands in your hands?"

Song Ji said, "It's not uncomfortable."

Jiang Zhilu went to the window and opened the curtains: "Get up."

Song Ji stood up from the bed and said to Jiang Zhilu, "You carry me to wash up."

Jiang Zhilu walked over to Song Ji: "Why are you so lazy."

Although Jiang Zhilu said that Song Ji was lazy, he still hugged Song Ji's waist and picked him up.

Song Ji put his hands on Jiang Zhilu's shoulders, his legs wrapped around Jiang Zhilu's waist, and hung on Jiang Zhilu's body firmly.

"Morning, Jiang Zhilu." Song Ji acted like a good boy, blowing into Jiang Zhilu's ear.

Jiang Zhilu patted Song Ji's butt again: "Morning."

After reaching the bathroom, Song Ji jumped off Jiang Zhilu with a smile.

Song Ji returned to his room to change after washing up, and the two of them came down from upstairs 10 minutes later.

Ji Yu sat at the dining table drinking coffee and reading magazines.

Song Ji said: "Good morning, Mom."

Jiang Zhilu followed Song Ji: "Good morning, Auntie."

Ji Yu raised her head: "Good morning, two kids who are sleeping late."

It's already 09:30, whether it's early or late.

Song Ji said with a smile: "Last night I went to bed too late, so I got up late, and Jiang Zhilu didn't sleep well, so I didn't sleep well."

In fact, Song Ji pestered Jiang Zhilu not to let him get up on the lazy bed until the alarm clock rang and Jiang Zhilu got up and turned it off.

When Ji Yu heard Song Ji say that Jiang Zhilu recognized the bed, he hurriedly asked, "Is it the bed or the room? I'll give you some aromatherapy tonight. Light it up before going to bed to help you fall asleep. Song Ji couldn't sleep when he was in his third year of high school." Well, I use this kind of aromatherapy, and the effect is very good."

Jiang Zhilu said: "Don't bother, Auntie, I had a dream last night that I was wrapped around my body by an octopus, so I couldn't sleep well, and I probably won't be able to tonight."

When Song Ji heard Jiang Zhilu say this, he immediately knew that he was talking about himself. He was the only one beside Jiang Zhilu. Is his sleeping position really so bad?

Ji Yu got up and went to the kitchen to get the tableware: "I made porridge and went out to buy some breakfast. If you like sandwiches, just put them in the oven. I made a little more."

Usually Song Ji is not at home, Ji Yu and Song Qianming have coffee sandwiches for breakfast, it shouldn't take much time to make this, if Song Ji is around, they will cook porridge and go out to buy some steamed stuffed buns for a more balanced nutrition.

Song Ji took the tableware from Ji Yu's hand: "Mom, I'll get it, you go have breakfast, don't you have to go to work later?"

Because Ji Yu went abroad some time ago, he came back for a few days and was on vacation. He was still on vacation these days, but how could Ji Yu be free? He went back to the company for a meeting in a half-work half-vacation state.

After Ji Yu sat down and drank the last sip of coffee, Song Ji and Jiang Zhilu had already sat down for breakfast.

Ji Yu said: "I won't be back at noon, can you have lunch by yourself?"

Song Ji nodded: "Of course."

Ji Yu didn't trust her son at all: "There are ingredients in the refrigerator, but if you don't know how to make them, let's order takeaway."

Song Ji only knows how to cook noodles since he was a child, and he is still instant noodles.

Jiang Zhilu took Song Ji's porridge: "Auntie, I can cook."

Although Ji Yu didn't feel that takeout was unhealthy like other parents, she often ordered takeout when she was at work and didn't have time to eat lunch, but the food at home was healthier than takeaway.

When she heard Jiang Zhilu's words, she smiled with satisfaction: "I'm afraid that Song Ji will burn the kitchen down. With Xiao Jiang here, I feel more at ease, so I trouble you to pay more attention to Song Ji."

Jiang Zhilu said, "No trouble."

Ji Yu put away the magazine and went upstairs to get her bag to go to the company.

Song Ji couldn't figure out why the guarantee he said was useless, but what Jiang Zhilu said was useful, and his mother hadn't certified whether Jiang Zhilu could cook.

Song Ji felt that his mother really underestimated him.

So Song Ji will show his skills at lunch time to restore the image in his mother's heart.

At 11 o'clock, Song Ji appeared in the kitchen on time. He also found two aprons in the drawer. He helped Jiang Zhilu put on the pink aprons.

Song Ji walked around behind Jiang Zhilu and tied a bow for him: "It's... pretty."

Originally, he wanted to say that she was really beautiful, but he was afraid of being tickled.

Jiang Zhilu also helped Song Ji put on a blue apron and tied a bow.

Song Ji didn't know whether he was here to cook or take pictures, he took the camera and snapped Jiang Zhilu, but Jiang Zhilu turned a blind eye to the sound of the shutter.

Jiang Zhilu’s saying that he knows how to cook is not just talk. Song Ji washed the rice but didn’t know how much water to put in. It was Jiang Zhilu who told him.

I washed the tomatoes but didn't know how to peel them. It was Jiang Zhilu who boiled the tomatoes in hot water for 1 minute to peel them.

Song Ji took the steak out to defrost and marinate, and he followed Jiang Zhilu's instructions on what seasoning to add. In the end, Jiang Zhilu was in charge of cooking the steak so that it could be eaten.

Finally, fried steak, scrambled eggs with tomato, and a pot of soup that Ji Yu made before going to work.

Jiang Zhilu washed his hands, Song Ji glanced at the dishes on the dinner table, walked behind Jiang Zhilu and hugged his waist and said, "I like you so much."

Jiang Zhilu turned off the tap and smiled, "Just because I know how to cook?"

Song Ji said: "I liked you very much at first, but now because you know how to cook, your majestic image in my heart is even more important. Well, you are a good man at home. I don't think I can let go, even if I beat you to death."

Song Ji turned around and turned into a ruthless praise machine, one rainbow fart after another.

Jiang Zhilu turned around and flicked Song Ji's face: "Then hug my thigh tightly, and I will cook for you later."

Song Ji rubbed his face all over Jiang Zhilu's body: "No problem, I will definitely hug her."

No matter how many days Jiang Zhilu was at home, Song Ji ate Jiang Zhilu's meals for as many days, one cooking and the other washing dishes, very harmonious.

Ji Yu wouldn't let them cook when she was at home, so she never tasted Jiang Zhilu's cooking.

Jiang Zhilu stayed at Song Ji's house for a week, sometimes going out for a day, sometimes coming back after going out for half a day, and they stayed at home for the rest of the time.

Song Ji doesn't feel bored because he stays with Jiang Zhilu.

Originally, Song Ji wanted to follow Jiang Zhilu home directly with the idea of ​​a seamless connection, because this week is grandma's 80th birthday, and Song Qianming also came back from other places, so Song Ji's plan to go to Jiang Zhilu's house was put on hold.

Song Ji watched Jiang Zhilu pack his luggage in the room. He felt that a week passed quickly, as if Jiang Zhilu had just arrived yesterday.

Jiang Zhilu is not like Song Ji who packs all his luggage when he returns to his home. He only takes what clothes he needs out of the suitcase, so he packs them very quickly.

Although Jiang Zhilu told Song Ji to stay for a week before coming here, Song Ji thought that a week was very long at first, but a week passed in the blink of an eye.

Before Jiang Zhilu left, he was already reluctant to part with it.

Jiang Zhilu took the luggage downstairs, followed by a silent follower.

"Why aren't you talking?" Jiang Zhilu asked.

Song Ji said sullenly, "I don't want to say it."

Jiang Zhilu said: "My home is an hour away from yours by subway, and it takes 35 minutes by taxi."

Song Ji looked up at him, and Jiang Zhilu said, "We can meet anytime."

Song Ji stood on the first step of the stairs and hugged Jiang Zhilu: "But I still don't want you to go."

Jiang Zhilu hugged him back: "Don't act like a baby."

Song Ji didn't speak, he heard Jiang Zhilu say: "I would like to stay even more."

The two reluctantly hugged each other on the stairs for a long time, but a phone call broke the tranquility.

The driver called to ask if he could enter the community, and Jiang Zhilu said he could.

Foreign cars entering the community need to be registered, so Song Ji had already informed the security office of the community in advance.

Song Ji followed Jiang Zhilu to the door, it was cold outside, Jiang Zhilu asked Song Ji to put on his hat before going out.

The driver has already arrived at the gate of the community, and it only takes a few minutes to drive in.

After the two looked at each other, Song Ji said, "I want to kiss you."

Sometimes Song Ji is very straightforward, but sometimes he is very shy, depending on the occasion.

Jiang Zhilu held both sides of Song Ji's wide hat brim with both hands, and pulled it slightly forward, Song Ji put his hands on Jiang Zhilu's chest.

The two kissed a reluctant kiss, which was short but contained a lot of emotion.

When he let go, Jiang Zhilu kissed Song Ji's face: "Go in, Leng."

Song Ji kissed Jiang Zhilu again: "I'll put you in the car before I go in."

When the car arrived, Song Ji stood at the door without moving, and Jiang Zhilu put the suitcase in the trunk.

He waved to Song Ji and said, "I'm getting in the car."

Song Ji finally moved. He walked towards Jiang Zhilu and hugged him again, whispering in his ear, "Hold me again."

Just a brief hug, Jiang Zhilu got into the car, Song Ji looked at the disappearing car and tucked his collar.

This winter is really cold.

Just as Song Ji was about to turn around and go home, he heard someone call his name.

"Song Ji?"

Song Ji froze for a moment when he heard the familiar voice, then turned his head to look at the person with a backpack walking in front of him and shouted, "Dad."

Song Qianming was still following Ji Yu.

His mother told him this morning that he would go to the airport to pick up his father at night, but he didn't expect it to be in the afternoon.

Song Ji froze all of a sudden. He didn't know how much his father and mother had seen. If they entered the house directly from the garage, they wouldn't pass by the door, but if they went out of the garage and entered the door from the side, they would see everything. arrive.

Obviously, they are the second type.

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