The golden wolf dog of the beautiful president

Chapter 3 Straight Man's First Love Encounter

Song Yang was very impressed with Wen Ci's face, it was a beautiful appearance that was almost etched into his bones, and he almost bent his steely straight man!

This story can be traced back to the 14-year-old flowering season of the big straight boy, which is the age when the boy's orientation is sprouting and hormones are rising.

How many boys in this age group are drooling after chasing Yujiemengmei's anime series, watching the fairy novels about love and talking about love, dreaming of fairy sisters in their dreams, holding loli pillows in their arms, What he was talking about with his friends was about the beautiful female students in that class, in that grade, and he was thinking about whether he could have a few words.

Song Zhinan was the same as these boys before the age of 14, there is no difference, one mouth is a big wife Ayanami, and one mouth is a little wife~

Even as early as elementary school, I learned to carry schoolbags for female students, saying that I am a little man, and the schoolbags are not heavy at all, in an attempt to win the love of female students for my diligence.

Until the age of 14, Song Yang, who is 1 meters tall, helped deliver meals to the owner of the restaurant like a big boy.

The destination is private room 207 of a karaoke hall, but in the middle of the journey, I ran into a demon game in private room 203:

A bunch of bad underage students doing dirty things to a delirious girl with long hair in tiny skirts!

The girl was riding a small cut, and her skirt was lifted up by another killer!

Song Yang put down his food and rushed in. A demon punched the girl on his back and ran away.

He was running through the back door, through a long, narrow passage, with abandoned facade shops on both sides, and a group of unscrupulous teenagers shouting and cursing behind him. The girl on his back was very thin and light, about 1 meters, maybe 6 It didn't weigh more than a kilogram, and she limply lay on his back, crying.

"It's so uncomfortable..." The voice was rustling, and the crying sound was obvious, like a frightened little rabbit.

The straight boy was a little panicked at the time. While running, he tilted his head and asked the girl on his shoulder, "Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

"Uncomfortable..."

The girl was not so clear-headed, her body smelled strongly of alcohol, her eyes were closed when she said she was suffering, as if she was having a nightmare, her slender arms held his neck tightly, her messy long hair supported her small face, Tears rolled down his face from the end of his eyes, soaking Song Yang's shoulders.

Little Song Yang's heart trembled at that moment.

The girl's face was so pretty, porcelain white and clean, she was so close to her as a pillow on her shoulder.

His long eyelashes were drenched with tears, trembling like wet butterfly wings, his lips were soft, and he was panting with moans of unknown meaning, which tickled people's hearts.

Little Song Yang didn't think too much, he felt distressed, weighed the girl on his back, and ran out of the long passage desperately.

"Don't be afraid, I'll take you to the hospital!"

Little Song Yang rushed onto the road and stood up to stop a passing vehicle. There was someone of some status sitting in the vehicle. The driver scolded him at that time.

"Save people, save people, please, go to the hospital!"

Little Song Yang threw himself on the car door and slapped it, the car window slowly lowered, and a boy wearing a uniquely tailored school uniform appeared behind the car window, he should be a high school student, with a noble and indifferent face, looking at them with some displeasure.

Then the other party was stunned for a moment, and his dark eyes looked at the girl on the young boy's back. There was a beautiful small walnut Adam's apple between the girl's slender neck. It was a boy with a rosy face and tears.

"Come on." The young master opened the car door himself.

Later, when the group arrived at the hospital, the young master in the car seemed to be in good shape. He helped pay the medical expenses and arranged for hospitalization. The client called again and again. Song Yang took a look at the girl who was sleeping on the hospital bed, reluctantly. went back to his job.

Then that night I had a dream about a girl~

Little Song Yang couldn't help it, and sneaked back to the hospital the next day, holding a rose flower picked by the roadside in his hand, and a meat bun in his pocket, and went to visit the girl with a boyish smile on his face.

As a result, through the door and window of the ward, what I saw was a short-haired, slender boy?The other party was facing away from the door, watching a small yellow flower outside the window.

The window in the ward was slightly opened, and the spring breeze stirred the boy's clothes. The extremely slender waist was wrapped in the large hospital gown, making the clothes sway, and it really had the softness and fragility of a girl.

Little Song Yang thought he had found the wrong ward, but the boy seemed to sense someone at the door, and turned around to meet Little Song Yang's eyes.

Xiao Song Yang was dumbfounded all of a sudden, isn't this the pretty face he dreamed about last night!

She was so beautiful that he couldn't sleep no matter how he slept. He suffered from insomnia for most of the night and drool on half of the pillow. Now when he woke up, this beautiful face turned out to be on the face of a boy.

The boy was in better condition than yesterday, looked at him curiously, and walked towards the door.

Little Song Yang seemed to have bumped into a scary little monster, and ran away with two legs.

The rose flowers fell at the door, the meat buns rolled down the porch, the little straight man ran fast, but his little heart beat even faster, as if a headless deer was thumping wildly on his chest.

This is little Song Yang's first love without knowing it. At an age when he didn't know much about anything, he met a boy who was prettier than a girl.

The orientation of the little straight man is at stake.

Song Yang has never seen Wen Ci since then, and continued to read manga, read bg novels, and after the announcement of the same-sex marriage bill, he had a fierce confrontation with comrades who were boiling on the Internet, actively proving his straightforward position.

He thinks he will become a Buddha right away, return to the right way, and one day he will be able to marry a wife and become a straight man of steel... But the beautiful little beauty who hadn't seen him for many years turned into a big beauty and came to his door?

What the hell is, with the arrival of the big beauty, those memories of young boys who had died in the depths of his mind suddenly revived, making Song Yang instantly think of the crying little beauty on his back, the thin little beauty in front of the window of the ward.

Scenes are played back clearly, just like yesterday.

The headless fawn, without eyes, bumped into its chest.



"Fuck!" The shit in his mouth jumped out along with the shit in his head, facing a clear and beautiful beauty.

...is really a bit impolite.

Song Yang covered his mouth as if his mouth was scalded, and saw that everyone looked at him, including the beauty.

Song Yang is about to petrify.

"Song Yang, do you know each other?" There was a tattooed young man in a small vest in the noodle restaurant, with a flat head and thin face, about the same age as Song Yang. As soon as Wen Ci came in, his eyes were glued to Wen Ci. At this time, he heard Master Song say this Response, curious.

Master Song glared at the man, and blurted out, "I don't know, I just had a convulsion... Brother, don't mind."

The latter sentence was directed at warm words, and the word "brother" was particularly clear and forceful, like a central radio host.

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and immersed himself in his work, quickly finished the signature ramen, put the noodle bowl on the window, and took half a step back to keep a distance, "It's ready, take it away!"

Warm remarks: "..."

"Master, I am also a signature ramen."

The team behind couldn't wait to deliver the meal coupons, and Wen Ci couldn't occupy the window, so he took his ramen away and sat at a temporary table outside the noodle shop.

Chef Song devoted himself to a new round of work. He was dedicated and focused, and he didn't even glance over here.

As if you really don't know yourself?

This is completely different from the young man Wen Ci met in his previous life!

When Wen Ci was seriously ill and hospitalized in his previous life, Song Yang was hospitalized in the same big hospital with his mother.

One VIP with severe illness and one with normal severe illness are not far apart.

On the day Qin Lu brought Wen Yu arm in arm to visit him in the ward, Song Yang suddenly rushed in and punched the two bad guys, and sent them to the inpatient department next door.

He was very angry on Wen Ci's behalf.

The young man at that time was handsome and mighty, with strong fists, and looked extremely reliable.

It was also at that time that Wen Ci officially got to know this young man who inexplicably appeared in front of his ward door many years ago and then ran away inexplicably.

He has grown into a tall handsome man, claiming to be the chief chef of a well-known noodle shop, sitting shyly by the side of his hospital bed, chatting about how he was almost bullied in a karaoke hall in junior high school many years ago that past event.

It was only then that Wen Ci realized that the hero he remembered in his heart saved the beauty back then. It was not the young master of the Qin family who really rescued him, but the gentle man in front of him with good cooking skills.

During the time when he was taking care of Wen Ci in front of the hospital bed, Chef Song was really gentle, funny and humorous. He combed his hair like a handsome young master, and made the sick beauty happy with a little story.

I also make some food that he can eat, and patiently and carefully feed him a little bit. Sometimes the doctor doesn’t allow it, and I feel sad, so Chef Song makes some soup for him to moisten his mouth, and then cook this delicacy Brochures, new photos every day to tempt him.

"What about you, get well soon, and you will be able to eat all these delicious foods in the future. If you want to eat anything, I will make it for you."

"Do you want...to be my...cook?"

"...Can I be your husband?" The young man's eyes were red, and his face was also red. When he said this, he combed his young master's hairstyle, and he recommended himself to the beauty in a low voice, "Well, look at you Big Boss, I, I am the Big Chef, quite, quite right, right?

The main reason is that I am a good person, I am good at taking care of people, and I am still a single dog in the third year, isn't it me that Bingqing Yujie is talking about? ...And I have been in love with you since I was 14 years old. Really, you are my first love, the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my life, can you be my wife? "

The sick beauty was so thin that she lost her hair, she didn't express her opinion after hearing this, she slowly pulled the quilt up and covered her head.

It didn't take long for the sick beauty to be sent to the treatment room again.

When he was sent back to the ward, Song Yang was kicked out by the doctor.

Chef Song began to paint hearts with cream on the glass windows outside the ward. The huge hearts can be seen by beauties as long as they open their eyes. Stories, as long as the beauty wakes up, you can tell stories to amuse him.

It's a pity that the last impression of Wen Ci's last life was neither love nor stories, but a group of doctors rushed in, chattering around him saying that the situation was critical, just like the patients in room 701 three days ago, they had to make final plans.

The patient in Room 701 was Song Yang's mother, who had the same disease as himself.

Three days ago, Song Yang said that his mother was recovering well and would be discharged from the hospital soon, and that he would definitely get better too.

In the end, Wen Ci couldn't open his eyes, and distant sirens and cries could be heard in his ears.

The cry was miserable and pitiful, like a homeless child saying goodbye to a dear one.

Wen Ci revived his life, originally thinking that he would find Song Yang as soon as possible.

Then treat this big boy well and talk about a love that is truly what you love and what I want.

In the end, the young man said he didn’t know himself?

...So you agreed to be my husband?Another liar?

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