The golden wolf dog of the beautiful president

Song Yang didn't know how he got home, the two of them held an umbrella, their shoulders were close together, and the umbrella was slightly tilted towards him.

He was so bewitched along the way, and the beauties in his head picked him up from get off work.

It wasn't until Wen Ci put away his umbrella when he returned to the building that he suddenly realized that half of Wen Ci's shoulders had been wet by the rain, and he came back to his senses.

Song Yang: "Your sleeves are soaked, hurry back and take a shower!"

"You wash it first, you look even more sloppy." After 17 hours of scrambling on the construction site, Wen Ci's words are not false at all, the guy's dirty face can be called a supernatural workmanship, covered with "cat's whiskers" ", wearing a "tiger forehead wipe", with "zebra lines" criss-crossing, it is amazing to see that it has become a hybrid species in the zoo.

It is conceivable that the white and clean face that came back early in the morning was artificially processed.

"No, no, you should wash it first!" The hybrid didn't want to see the beauty in the rain, hurriedly walked down the corridor, opened the door, and invited Wen Ci in.

The moment he entered the door, Tathagata's palm slapped Wen Ci Tian Ling Gai hard!

The palm that fell from the sky seemed to be in slow motion, with a tremendous force, it seemed that the sky spirit cover could be shattered.

Wen Ci was stunned for a moment, never expecting that he would be hit head-on?

This is an assassin in the house?

Before Wenci could see who the ambush was, his arm was jerked from behind, and he immediately fell half a step back, spun around and crashed into a wide chest, and then a big hand pressed down, covering on his head.

This is the protective cover, which protects the back of Wen Ci's head, and Wen Ci's face is also buried under the wet shoulders.

The waist is tightly bound by an arm, firmly leading to someone's private territory.

Wen Ci didn't move, realizing that he was sternly throwing himself into Song Yang's arms.

The head-on slap didn't land on top of his head, but hit Song Yang's Tianling Gai.

Song Yang's whole body shook, he hugged the person in his arms even tighter, and yelled in pain, "Mom, there are guests, please don't hurt the innocent, or you will die twice!"

"..." There was silence at the door of the house for about ten seconds, the embrace that imprisoned Wen Ci was loose, Wen Ci gently pushed the boy away as if nothing had happened, and looked back at the "assassin" who was in ambush.

A 50-[-]-year-old aunt wore simple clothes and overshoes on her feet. Even so, her trouser legs were still wet from the rain, which showed that she was walking in a hurry.There are yellow flower sleeves on both arms, a dust cap on the head, and the equipment is still on. It seems that he has just entered the house not long ago.

His face was quite kind, but he didn't expect to be so strong. The warm words that slapped his son's head almost echoed...

Auntie also didn't expect guests to come to the bare nest, she stared at Wen Ci with wide eyes, and gradually retracted her hands to the bib in front of her stomach, picking her nails.

"...You son of a bitch, didn't you say hello to the guests when they came? I almost hit the wrong person. Did you commit a crime and deliberately pull people home to use them as shields? Such a good-looking guy, do you still have a conscience? "

"What the hell?" Song Yang yelled, "This is Wen Ci. A few days ago, I was bullied by that bastard Li He in the noodle shop and was homeless. I took him to live at home for a few days out of righteousness. What kind of shield is not a shield? !"

Mother Song came back to her senses, and said, "You got fired by the noodle shop owner because of this kid because of a fight with Li He?"

Wen Ci took the initiative to admit: "It's such an aunt who caused trouble for you."

"...So that's how it is."

Mother Song's attitude changed, she closed the door and called the two of them in, "Then come in quickly, you two are too dirty, go take a shower!"

Song Yang breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly pushed Wen Ci to the bathroom.

Turning around, Mother Song slapped her son on the forehead again, "You have a bad temper, and you can't be forgiven for being brave! You just lost a good job like this. Mom almost heard about it from your noodle restaurant Uncle Liu. I'm not mad, Uncle Liu gave you such a good salary and treatment, I don't know how to cherish it at all!"

After being slapped again, Song Yang hid away with his head in his arms, and looked at his mother sadly, "Why don't I know your son, why are you so desperate? Besides, Uncle Liu just fired me temporarily. He will ask me to go back, after all, without me, there would be no signature noodles, and he is reluctant to part with me."

"You son of a bitch is still putting gold on his face," Mother Song waved, "Come here!"

Song Yang moved over in small steps, "What are you doing?"

Mother Song touched her son's head twice, seeing that the bag hadn't been packed, she was relieved, then looked at his son's sloppy appearance, wiped his face with the small towel in his bib, and softened his fierce tone.

"Go to the construction site to move bricks again? Are you tired? Have you eaten? Mom will make you dinner?"

Hao Da'er shook his head, "I'm not tired, I've eaten, but Wen Ci doesn't seem to have eaten yet."

Song's mother thought of this beautiful child, and was curious, "Did you know him before? You are so kind, and you even took him to live at home. If this is a girl, I would suspect that you are in love."

Song Yang shuddered, inexplicably afraid of this question?

"Don't talk nonsense! I don't know her. If she is a girl, I won't bring my family. I'm a straight man. What should I do if I bring my family?"

Song's mother: "Oh, then your mother will wake up laughing if she falls asleep."

Song Yang: "..."

The big boy felt chills down his spine, and felt that the topic was going to be criticized/fighted in the direction of single dogs, so he hurriedly came forward to squeeze his shoulders, beat his back, and show his hospitality, "Mom, is this new job hard or tiring? I work full-time at Mr. Zhou’s house. I heard that they have high requirements for confinement sister-in-laws. It’s easy to take the doll that has just landed. The sister-in-law seems to be in poor health. Do you have to be careful? You eat well and sleep well. How are you? How many days can you rest this time?"

Song's mother was rubbed in the mud by her son, and she pushed and shoved in disgust, "Go farther, go farther, and the cannonballs want to change the topic again! No matter how tired your mother is at Mr. Zhou's house, I am also physically tired. You son of a bitch, you are exhausted physically and mentally. When did you start talking about friends? The little girl who struck up a conversation with you in the noodle restaurant last time looks pretty good to me. Did you leave her contact information?

There is also Uncle Yang's daughter, she is really a beautiful girl, your mother managed to introduce you to her, but you have never made an appointment, what are you doing?

Do you think there are many girls who don't care about conditions or family background?If you don't seize the opportunity, you won't be able to find it with the bride price in the future!Can you have a snack? "

"Wow, mom, why do you have a few strands of gray hair again? You must be thinking too much, just sit down and shut your mouth. My son will help you pull out the gray hair!"

"! Don't touch your mother's head, have you washed your hands? Dog! Don't hang on me, you are too dirty, get down! Don't cover your mother's mouth, your mother's every thought is for your own good, oh... =="

Song's mother couldn't bear it anymore, she slapped her son's butt, and tore off the talking-speaking dog skin plaster from his body.

The dog skin plaster sticks again in a blink of an eye.

When Wen Ci came out of the bathroom, what he saw was the "love" scene of mother and son twisting each other, you covering my mouth and I pressing your head.

Song Yang & Song's mother: "..."

The so-called family ugliness should not be publicized. This scene is a bit exaggerated and funny. The dog skin plaster quickly retreated by itself, and the palm of the Tathagata also silently took it back. A hippie smiling face went into the bathroom with a smile, and a dignified and kind smile said warmly:

"Just now I heard from Yangyang that you haven't eaten yet? What would you like to eat, can Auntie make it for you?"

Wen Ci was wearing pajamas, holding a towel at the door of the bathroom, holding the picture of the mother and child together just now, like a picture, with soft rendering.

Strangely good-looking.

It took a long time to cherish the pictures in my mind, Wen Ci came back to his senses and smiled, and said softly: "Thank you, Auntie."

Wen Ci's taste was not particularly picky, so Song's mother cooked a few simple dishes.

A plate of shredded potatoes, a plate of farmhouse fried pork, and a steamed egg were served on the table one by one. Mother Song pinched her lower back and took off her apron.

"Children are eating!"

All three were at the table.

A bowl of instant noodles is not enough for Song Yang.

The young man filled himself with a large bowl of rice, which was as much as Song's mother and Wen Ci's appetite.

Song Mu, like Wen Ci, only added about half a bowl.

"Is Auntie's appetite so small?" Wen Ci asked abruptly.

Mother Song nodded, and scooped up a spoonful of watered eggs for Wen Ci, "Compared to my son, he is really small. His appetite is like that of a pig. I can't eat that much. Half a bowl of rice is enough."

The son knocked on the bowl with chopsticks, seemingly dissatisfied, but Song's mother ignored it completely, and greeted Wen Ci, "Eat more, and you will be a guest when you pass the door!"

Wen Ci looked at the watery egg in the rice bowl, it was smooth and tender, and it was very different from the rough back of the hand holding the spoon, "I can't eat that much, too full and my stomach will feel uncomfortable. I went to the hospital to see that there is something Stomach trouble. Do you want to go to the hospital for a checkup, auntie? For a busy person like you, eating is still very important, and if you don’t eat well, your health will be worse.”

In her previous life, Song's mother died of the same illness as her own, but now it's four years ago, and there are some things that should be reminded naturally.

Song's mother nodded again, "I have a stomach problem, but it's not serious. I'll be fine after taking medicine once in a while. I don't see any malnutrition. It's not necessary to go to the hospital for an examination. I feel like I have time It’s better to sleep in.”

It really doesn't make sense.

The concept was exactly the same as in his previous life, so Wen Ci also realized that too much explanation was meaningless, so he found another way.

"Some stomach problems are actually caused by exhaustion. I see that you and Song Yang work very hard. You should not pay more attention to the combination of work and rest. I am afraid that Song Yang will really learn to work hard in the future.

Although he is still young, one day he will be overwhelmed. You see that you are not eating well now, and you seem to have some problems with your waist and legs. You don't want your son to suffer from these problems in the future, right?It is quite scary for a man to suffer from these problems. I heard that it will lead to spleen deficiency and kidney deficiency. I wonder if it will affect your son's ability to find a girlfriend. "

Song Yang: "..."

Song's mother glanced at her son going down the road, suddenly her face became serious, and she also scooped up a spoonful of water eggs for her son, "Go to bed early tonight, Mr. Liu said that you have been working for 17 hours in a row, what should you do if you kill the sperm?"

Song Yang put on a critical face, "..."

Wen Ci couldn't help but curled his lips into a smile, and lowered his head to eat.

Mother Song said again: "I'll go to bed early tonight too, son, can two of you sleep in that bed?"

Realizing something, Wen Ci's snickering expression restrained, and he glanced at the big guy, "..."

The big guy was stunned.