The golden wolf dog of the beautiful president

Wen Ci is the guest brought home by the son, it is impossible for the guest to share a room with the old aunt, and the son is an upright straight man, so Song's mother thinks that there is nothing wrong with arranging her son to share a room with the guest.

Theoretically it is.

But after entering the room, Song Yang felt strange all over.

It's hard to say what's wrong, but it really exists, and it's everywhere, filling this familiar bedroom so densely that it makes him want to escape for a moment?

Wen Ci was making the bed beside the bed, and quietly glanced at Song Yang, his pretty face was calm and composed, like a perfect mask.

It was in stark contrast to the big guy with his back against the door, tightly huddled in a corner, stiff and petrified from head to toe.

Who would have known that the beauty was actually quite nervous at this time, anyway, Song Yang didn't notice it at all.

The boy swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and nervous embarrassment slipped across his stiff face, "Well, I snore quite loudly in my sleep, you, don't you mind?"

"...It might be a little disturbing, but I don't mind." Wen Ci turned his head and continued to make the bed.

If someone is familiar with him, he must be able to see that he has been making the bed for too long now, and every corner has to be flattened.

Without him, I really feel that the current situation is a bit tricky.

Although it is a predestined person, he has traveled all the way this time, and he has a lot of selfishness in it, but Wen Ci has not considered further development at present.

He basically didn't sleep with others, and he never even covered the same quilt with Qin Lu, and even if they shared the same bed, they covered each other separately.

Suddenly going to sleep in the same bed with the young man?Otherwise, also cover each with a quilt?

Wen Ci pursed her lips, "That..."

Song Yang blurted out, "I'll sleep on the floor! Sleep at your feet, it doesn't matter if the aisle is narrow, I can do it!"

Wen Ci shut up, "..."

After a while, he nodded, "Okay."

So the two made another bed on the floor.

Song Yang immediately turned off the light and threw himself on the floor, and lay down on the floor. He was naked/sleeping at first, and he didn't dare to kill him tonight. Instead, he buttoned the pajamas to the top button tightly, and closed his eyes. , immediately go to sleep.

While Wen Ci was sitting on the bed, he didn't expect the young man to turn off the lights so quickly. He knew in his heart that they might be trying to save electricity bills, but he looked around in the darkness, and the darkness and silence weighed heavily on him.

Wenci has a small problem.

When you sleep with someone else, you can't fall asleep without turning on the light.

"...can you sleep with the light on?"

Hearing Wen Ci's voice, Song Yang with his eyes closed got up from the floor, and found a thin figure beside the bed in the darkness, Wen Ci was still sitting on the bed, stunned, "What's wrong?"

"...When I used to live in school, people would crawl on my bed when I turned off the lights at night, so I have never been used to turning off the lights when I am in the same room with others."

"Fuck? Are the bastards in the school playing hooligans like this?!"

Song Yang squatted up, and immediately turned on the light in the room. At the same time, he stared at the beauty on the bedside with his eyes full of shock and inexplicable anger.

When the light was turned on, Wen Ci felt relieved.

Snuggled into the quilt and lay down, replied, "Well, not much, maybe two or three times."

Song Yang: "They didn't do anything!!"

"No, they're all brats, they just think it's fun to climb my bed." Although it wasn't fun for him.

Song Yang sat on the floor for a long time, wanting to insult something, but his emotions were blocked in his throat and he couldn't make a sound.The little nervousness and embarrassment before were completely overwhelmed by the anger at this moment, and Song Yang remembered the scene of the little beauty being bullied in the karaoke hall.

If the little beauty hadn't lived at home since she was a child, she might have been bullied like this more than once.

Song Yang's face was stinky, his fists were hardened, but his tone was soft because his heart was soft, "You must have suffered a lot when you were young."

Wen Ci closed his eyes, "It's okay, aren't you also a hard-working child? There are so many debts at home."

Song Yang: "But my mother and I shared the hardships of our family. Aren't you alone?"

Wen Ci was silent for a while.

It wasn't until Song Yang thought he was asleep that he responded gently, with a hoarse voice that inadvertently expressed a little envy, "You and your mother really have a good relationship, and I really like the way you get along.

She is really cute, you have to take good care of her, especially her stomach problem, it may not have a big impact in the early stage, but if it is delayed, it will be terrible.When you are seriously ill with a stomach problem, you feel very uncomfortable, you can’t eat well, and you can’t sleep well. As a son, remember to persuade her to work less, pay attention to her diet, and take her for a physical examination. "

"It's useless."

Song Yang sighed in the dark, "She doesn't pay much attention to her stomach problem at all. If I talk too much, I will blame my son for disciplining her. But today you mentioned it, and she seems to have listened a little bit. I haven't thanked you yet. Well, thank you."

Wen Ci thought to himself, not enough, far from enough.

The beauty turned over in the quilt, buried her face in the pillow, and suddenly felt a little sad. She didn't know how to persuade a lovely aunt, thinking that no one in her previous life could persuade him.

"...No need to thank me, I live at your house for free, this is just a passing word, how much my aunt listened to, I can't guarantee, she went to bed early tonight, but I still have to go to work tomorrow ?”

Song Yang: "Well, the twins born in Mr. Zhou's family, Mr. Zhou's parents are not in good health, and Mr. Zhou's wife and mother's family are not here, so I invited my mother to take care of the children, confinement, and family care. Cleaning, today is the half day off for a week, and I have to go out early tomorrow morning."

"Your mother works as hard as you do."

Wen Ci's voice was faint, flowing in the dark room like a stream, "Can I ask why you are working so hard?"

Song Yang: "There are so many reasons! Apart from the family debts, my mother is too busy saving up gifts for me, saving a house, and even saying that she wants to save up a car for a future wife. Don't you have to work hard?

I once said that I didn't want to marry a wife because of this, and I was almost beaten to death by her, and then I let her do the work..."

"how about you?"

Song Yang: "I also want to buy a house! Give my mother a pension. I also want to take my mother out for a trip. It's better to open a big hotel and stabilize my job so that my mother won't worry about my work being unreliable. Maybe In the future, the restaurants can still be chained, so that my mother can live the life of a rich mother-in-law~”

"Aim big."

The young man smiled, "So, sometimes when I think about these ambitions, I feel that it is right to work hard. In a person's life, he will always fight for something or someone, but some people persevere, while others People don't persevere. Haven't you fought your life for someone?"

after a long time.

"Yes, it's just like you said, I couldn't hold on anymore, so I gave up."

The room was silent, and the voice of the gentle reply was very low, as if talking to himself.

But Song Yang heard it, and his heart throbbed for some reason.He sat up suddenly, staring fixedly at the group of beauties under the quilt, remembering that Wen Ci said that his mother died early and was not close to his family, but he went to work in the big city alone, and now he came back to relax with nothing.

So, going to the big city to work hard is because of the person he worked so hard for but finally gave up?

"Who is it?"

Chef Song suddenly wentssip.

"fiancé."

The three words in a small voice, like a deafening roar of thunder, fixed the gossip boy in place.

Song Yang's face was dull and his mouth was open. This state lasted for more than ten minutes before he finally recovered his soul. He lay down straight, put his hands on his chest, and slept with his eyes open, like a fool to death. Zombies...

... He shouldn't have asked this question too much.

There was no further conversation in the room.

Until two hours later, late at night.

Wen Ci's bedside phone screen suddenly lit up, followed by a dull vibration of an incoming call.

The white light of the screen reflected Wen Ci's face like a cold snow sculpture. Wen Ci opened his eyes, his eyes were calm and unwavering, staring straight at the name displayed on the phone screen.

——Qin Lu.