Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

Song Zui, who was standing behind the door, watched the man easily walk into the yard and gave Song Tiantian two luxurious cans, daring to bribe him right under his nose.

Song Tiantian, a collaborator and traitor, happily ate canned mackerel without the slightest sense of disobedience, so he wagged his fluffy tail while eating.

Why is the water glass filled with hot water every day?Why is the quilt covered for no reason?Why is no one opening the door in the middle of the night?Behind all this is the distortion of human nature or the loss of morality?

Oh, it's because the two are working together.

Song Zui silently closed the door and went upstairs, pretending that he hadn't seen anything and returned to the bed, sneered to see what the other party wanted to do.

The house was very quiet at night, and he could clearly hear the movement from downstairs.

First there was the sound of water boiling in the pot, then the purring sound of pouring into a water cup, and then it seemed to be sweeping the floor. Suddenly, a big indifferent cat wearing an apron appeared in the boy's mind.

Come to the door in the middle of the night just to do housework?It would be a pity not to touch Hua Guo.

Deep doubts arose in Song Zui's heart. At this moment, he heard footsteps on the wooden stairs. When the footsteps got closer and closer, he immediately closed his eyes.

The man sat beside his bed generously, he suppressed the thought of beating someone, and then put the cold thermometer into his mouth.

The slender thermometer was pressed against his tongue, and he felt uncomfortable and wanted to push it away, because he was worried that he would only close his dark eyelashes if he pretended to be asleep.

Three minutes later, He Shanting was about to take back the thermometer, when he raised his eyes to catch a glimpse of Song Zui's unnaturally closed eyelashes, trembling like butterfly wings.

Obviously pretending to be asleep.

His dangling hand stopped calmly, and instead of retracting the thermometer, he intentionally rubbed and stirred the boy's soft lips.

Under this action, Song Zui was forced to open his mouth, feeling the cold thermometer invading his mouth, who would measure body temperature so sexually?

When the thermometer probed deeper and deeper, he couldn't help sobbing, and couldn't pretend anymore, he opened his eyes and asked tacitly, "How the hell did you get in here?"

"Hey, kid, don't swear." He Shanting patted Song Zui's head, "Song Tiantian let me in."

"You're just a child."

Song Zui's fist hardened but he didn't swear anymore. What is it that the little kitty let him in? Can this person talk a little more nonsense.

He Shanting saw the boy's thoughts and explained in a calm manner: "Last week, I heard it screaming anxiously at the gate of the courtyard. I called its name and opened the door for me. After entering the door, I found that you were sick."

Song Zui realized that he was not dreaming the day he got sick. He thought he had a cold and healed up, but he didn't expect that it was He Shanting who took care of him at night. He lowered his head and sniffed.

"Why are you still here when you're well?"

"Someone kicks the quilt every night, doesn't have the patience to drink hot water, and the food doesn't taste good." He Shanting looked at Song Zui and said, "What if the boyfriend doesn't come to supervise?"

It was the first time Song Zui knew that supervision meant boiling water and sweeping the floor to measure body temperature. Thinking of the other party silently beside him, his heart suddenly softened.

But this is not the reason for one big and one small to deal behind their backs. He pushed away He Shanting who was getting closer and closer: "Trespassing on someone's house without authorization is a crime of illegal home invasion. How are you going to solve it?"

Song Zui thought that the other party would be timid to leave, but he heard the man say something calmly.

"Let's pay for it."

Song Zui wanted to understand that this man was shameless at all, but the man's hand was on his body, and he was kissed delicately with his head raised, like he was a painting that needed careful tracing.

Probably boys are lower body animals, he raised his head shamefully, rationally told him that he should sit still, but the boy held the hand expressionlessly.

He Shanting noticed Song Zui's indulgence, and the originally passionate kiss became very gentle, without any aggressiveness.

This caused Song Zui to have the illusion that there was nothing wrong with kissing and kissing, so that he didn't notice that most of his pajamas fell off under the kiss. Under the moonlight, his back was bare, showing a bright white glaze.

Song Zui subconsciously covered his back with the white quilt, he was kissed so dazedly that he made a very small sound, and suddenly heard He Shanting pushing against him and asking, "Do you want to be more comfortable?"

Unconscious, he hummed, and after he finished speaking, he was crushed under him, and the overwhelming kisses fell on his skin, pushing in inch by inch, and it didn't know when it started raining outside the window.

The small roses in the corner of the yard were not in full bloom, and the petals kept trembling under the attack of the rain, and were forced to open small gaps to accommodate them, but not only was it useless, but more water poured in.

The little rose lay down weakly, and the transparent water dripped on the young stamens, and finally it was wet and in full bloom, revealing a color that had never been seen before.

The young man was immersed in the aggressive kiss, his cold white skin turned pinkish white, he buried his head to hide his nasal whimper, but he couldn't hide the blushing and heartbeating sound of water in the room.

When Song Zui woke up, he regretted very much, why he couldn't control himself, Yin Zihan's words couldn't help but rang in his mind.

A thousand-year-old vixen who only sucks people's energy has really come.

He turned his head to look at the empty bed, and rubbed his waist, which had been folded repeatedly. If he hadn't been used to fighting, he wouldn't be able to get out of bed today, and the culprit would have run away by himself.

Although Song Zui didn't care who went up and who went down, after all, he had a good time yesterday, but there was still a slight glass heart in his heart.

Song Zui suppressed his thoughts, changed his clothes and went downstairs, only to see He Shanting coming out of the kitchen with a porcelain bowl in his hand: "I made porridge for you."

It turned out that he hadn't left yet.

The young man stared at the bowl in the opponent's hand and pursed his lips. He sat down to drink porridge by accident, but his buttocks hurt when he sat on the wooden chair.

He Shanting turned around and took a cushion from the sofa, Song Zui struggled between dignity and comfort, and finally quickly took the cushion.

He sat on the soft cushion and drank the porridge, because it was so delicious that he couldn't help but finish it all. After drinking, he immediately thought of another question.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

Song Zui didn't notice his awkwardness at all. In his opinion, it was the limit to tolerate the other party overnight, and he should leave consciously at dawn.

Unexpectedly, the man sat motionless in the chair, glanced at him and said slowly.

"Tired."

Song Zui gritted his teeth when he heard the words, why didn't he say that Leifei was pestering him yesterday, but today he was too coquettish and refused to leave.

He went to the living room and picked up the fat cat who was concentrating on cooking, and pretended to be fierce: "Song Tiantian, if you open the door for him again, he will go out and become a wild cat."

The cat, who seemed to understand half understood, licked his hand in favor, and after educating the traitor Song Zui turned to look at He Shanting: "Don't show up in front of me in the future, you must leave before this afternoon."

He Shanting looked at the young man who lost his temper and hummed lightly, fearing that the fox would turn his belly up with anger, he sipped the latte in his hand.

Still have to coax slowly.

In the bar, Xu Ning called his friends to drink in the box, trying to numb himself with alcohol. There is nothing more sad than the person he likes becoming his future aunt.

In fact it's completely useless.

His mind was full of images of his uncle hugging Song Zui that day. He knew that Song Zui had a boyfriend, but why was that person his uncle?

If it were another person, he would be able to confidently chase Song Zui back. After all, he was the one who brought the boy to Shanghai, so there is always a fledgling plot in adolescence.

However, if that person was his brother-in-law, he didn't dare to covet him at all. He felt that he was miserable enough, but Assistant Fang called: "Mr. He signed up for the 20-day talent training camp for you. "

Xu Ning didn't have the heart to think about training camp, probably because the training class agreed perfunctorily, and hung up the phone before asking the friends around him.

"What is the training camp for talented people?"

Hearing the name of the excellent talent training camp, everyone started talking about it, almost saying it was a hell on earth.

"My body trembled when I heard the word excellent talent. Is it more scientific to train special forces than to cultivate outstanding talents? Running twenty kilometers a day is scientific?"

"Twenty kilometers was the standard of the year before. This year, there are two more hours of military posture training and [-]-jin cross-country running. My mother always thinks about sending me to reborn."

"Do you remember Li Hui? What a strong man. He cried and cried for two days to come back. He said there was no air conditioner or fan. At night, a mosquito bit a bloody hole. I heard that he dug a tunnel with a spoon, but unfortunately he didn't come out."

Xu Ning, who was sad for the spring and autumn, suddenly realized that the pain of losing a relationship is nothing compared to this talent training camp, why is there such a miserable person like him in the world.

His parents forced him to go, but he was still paralyzed, but it was his uncle who signed up for him, and he had no room to resist, probably because he didn't want him to indulge in broken love and encouraged him to come out.

However, the price was too heavy. When he thought of practicing for 20 days in that kind of barren mountains and remote areas, he wanted to die.

Assistant Fang thoughtfully sent a text message to remind him to report tomorrow. Xu Ning walked out of the bar in a frivolous step. He wanted to call his uncle but didn't dare. scalp to go.

Unknowingly, he walked to Shanghai University. He waited by the door until Song Zui got out of class. He suppressed his thoughts and said to the boy, "I'm going to training camp tomorrow."

Song Zui walked away indifferently.

Xu Ning couldn't help complaining: "The training camp had to run [-] kilometers a day, and it was exposed to the sun for two hours in a military posture and ran with a [-]-pound load."

"Is it difficult?"

Song Zui didn't understand what Xu Ning was complaining about, this amount of exercise was just a warm-up, and his tone sounded like he was going to die generously.

Xu Ning was choked by Song Zui's words, he thought the young man would cheer for him gently, but he didn't expect to hear ridicule, all the grievances he suppressed surfaced, and tears rolled in his eyes.

Song Zui didn't want to pay attention to Xu Ning. It's okay for ordinary people to cry with pear blossoms and rain, but Xu Ning's snot bubbles from crying are really disturbing the appearance of the city. He frowned at the crying Xu Ning, and handed over two tissues in disgust.

On the other hand, Lincoln's assistant above happened to see this scene, and sighed for Xu Ning in his heart, why couldn't this person come to find Song Zui, his boss was kicked out and sent the boy to and from school every day.

Xu Ning is really bad when he is bad, he never considered Song Zui's feelings in the past, he is really stupid when he is stupid, he is eager to be a thorn in his side.

He Shanting squinted his eyes at the two people who were chatting: "Give my nephew an extra forty days."

Assistant Fang looked sympathetically at the ignorant Xu Ning. The 20-day training camp had already cost half his life, and he might have to crawl back to the Shanghai stock market after [-] days. He needed to suggest to Xu Ning to bring his own stretcher.

But Song Zui didn't notice the conversation in the car, he ignored Xu Ning and walked towards the house, a Lincoln passed him by.

He didn't care and continued walking. When he walked outside the courtyard and saw a man with outstanding appearance leaning against the courtyard door, he suddenly had a bad feeling, his eyelids twitched and he asked calmly, "Didn't you say don't appear in front of me?"

"After thinking about it, I changed my mind." He Shanting raised his eyebrows, "I, an innocent boy, was defiled by you, and you have to be responsible for me."

Song Zui: ...