How can I eat fish?

It was already late when Yan Lie came home, he propped his head and was thinking about what his grandfather said.

Judging from Grandpa's attitude, he should know clearly, but the last sentence seems to have something to say.

"Mr. Yan, the one at the door looks a bit like Young Master Rong."

The driver's words interrupted Yan Lie's thoughts.

Yan Lie pressed down the car window and took a look. Who is the little dumpling who is squatting at the door and drawing circles with stones on the ground?

Probably hearing the sound of a car moving, Rong Ya looked up.

He bumped into Yan Lie, who was looking at him with his head tilted.

Rong Ya clapped her hands and stood up, happily shouting: "Sir, are you back?"

The car stopped in front of Rong Ya, Yan Lie got out of the car, and the driver tactfully drove the car into the inner courtyard of the villa.

"What are you doing at the door?" Yan Lie asked knowingly.

He actually knew it in his heart, but he still wanted to hear the child say it.

"Waiting for you~" Rong Ya did not hide her concern for Yan Lie at all, "Mother Zhou said that you will come back later when you return to the old house today."

"Then why don't you go to rest?"

"I want... to see you, see you sooner." The child had no idea how powerful this sentence was to a man.

It's really like a sticky love story.

"Go in." Yan Lie's heart softened completely.

What a wonderful thing it is to have someone waiting for you when you come home late, looking forward to your return.

From the moment Yan Lie stepped into the room, the little guy has been busy, he seems to have endless energy, no matter what time he is, he is full of vigor, like a little sun.

The sour plum soup for Qushu was placed in Yan Lie's hand, and the little guy ran to the kitchen again, and brought out a plate of fruit.

"Sir, I learned how to make coffee with Zhou's mother today. I will cook it for you tomorrow morning. I wanted to make it for you at night, but Zhou's mother said that if you don't drink it well at night, it is easy to fall asleep..." Rong Ya held Lian sat beside him and chattered.

He likes to share everything about himself with Yan Lie, and Yan Lie also loves to listen.

Yan Lie watched his little mouth open and close, and a strange idea came to his mind: the little guy likes to eat sweets so much, his lips must be very sweet.

Yan Lie was taken aback by his own thought, Rong Ya was only 19 years old, how could he have such an idea?

But... 19 years old, yes, also an adult, right?I don't know how their mermaids count.

"Sir." Rong Ya tilted his head to look at him, "Do you have something on your mind?"

"Cough," Yan Lie coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment, "No."

"Okay, you must be tired, go back to your room and rest." Rong Ya leaned over and began to pack the dishes.

His movements were slow, he wiped the table back and forth several times, and secretly glanced at Yan Lie from the corner of his eye.

Yan Lie didn't get up and leave immediately, his hands on his knees curled up uncomfortably, and finally, he spoke: "You..."

"I'm here!" Rong Ya straightened her body in an instant, and her chest stood tall.

"Have you taken medicine today?"

"have eaten."

"feel better now?"

"Okay... no, no good... still, it still hurts..." Rong Ya stammered.

In fact, the little mermaid is not good at lying at all, his eyes will become very flustered, and he will stutter when speaking, which can be seen through at a glance.

"Then we can only ask Dr. He to make another trip." Yan Lie cooperated with him deliberately.

"No, no need." Rong Ya waved his hand hastily, "Maybe if you sleep next to your husband, it won't hurt anymore. Yesterday, my husband rubbed me very comfortably... I don't mean to trouble you again, I, I... "

The more he spoke, the more flustered he became, and his tongue was about to tie up.

"Okay." Yan Lie answered the words without haste.

"Huh?" The little mermaid, whose brain hadn't turned the corner, subconsciously asked a question.

"Okay, let's sleep together." Yan Lie smiled at him.

"Really?" Rong Ya exclaimed happily.

"Ah."

The child who was affirmed again immediately became quicker. He put the plate in his hand and said crisply: "Sir, I will finish the work, and then I will come after washing the incense. Don't worry, I will wash it well." It's very clean and definitely doesn't have a strange smell."

"Ah."

What kind of strange taste can soft buds have?Yan Lie always thought he was sweet.

Seeing Rong Ya trotting out, Yan Lie's smile deepened.

The sound of "crashing" water in the bathroom stopped abruptly, and after a while, the bathroom door was pushed open.

The man just out of the shower was wearing only a loose bathrobe, and his wet hair was still dripping.

He was wiping his hair with a towel when he saw the little guy poking his head out of the door.

In fact, Yan Lie left the door for him, but the little guy still obediently waited at the door, and did not break into his room without authorization. He is really obedient and is trying to integrate into this family.

Yan Lie stepped forward and opened the door further, the little guy's eyes wandered back and forth on him, and finally the roots of his ears turned red.

Yan Lie followed his gaze and looked down at himself. The upper body of the bathrobe was a little open, revealing the lumpy pectoral muscles. The water dripped down the neck, passed the collarbone, and flowed downward in a meandering way. Concealed deeper within the bathrobe.

"What are you thinking about?" Yan Lie petted and helplessly raised his hand to flick the child's forehead.

Rong Ya shrank his neck and held back for a long time before answering: "Sir, you... are really strong..."

strong?

Because Yan Lie was not in good health when he was a child, he exercised all the year round to improve his physical fitness.

He is not a muscular type, but his body lines are very smooth, especially his abdominal muscles and mermaid lines, but these cannot be shown to children.

"Thank you for the compliment."

The child followed Yan Lie into the bedroom, holding a book of fairy tales in his hand.

"You can read?" He remembered that the little mermaid couldn't even count.

Rong Ya shook his head in embarrassment, and said embarrassedly: "I don't know, but there are paintings on it. Look, there are mermaids, just like me. They should be telling our stories. During the day, Zhou's mother read some to me. There is a little bit left, I am really curious about the ending of the little mermaid, can you read it to me, sir?"

Yan Lie took the book, and Rong Ya folded a small triangle to mark the place where he had heard it. What follows is the story of the marriage of the prince and the princess of a neighboring country.

"Want to hear?"

"Yeah." The child nodded expectantly, and then said considerately after a while, "If you are too tired, I will..."

"Go and lie down."

Rong Ya knew that he agreed, so Le Diandian got into bed, and Yan Lie also got into bed, leaning against the head of the bed and flipping through the book of fairy tales.

"The wedding of the prince and princess will be held as scheduled..." Yan Lie's voice sounded slowly.

He concentrated on reading the words on the book, and didn't notice that the child lying on his waist was staring at his side face obsessively.

Rong Ya also has a little selfishness, the husband goes out for a long time every day, for some reason, he would start to want to see him frequently, and want to hear his voice.

It was a low-pitched magnetic voice that gave people a sense of security.

When he received the storybook during the day, Rong Ya was thinking, it would be great if the husband could read one to him, just one, so that he could recall it in his mind for a long time.

The husband seemed to be in a good mood this evening, and he was allowed to sleep with him, so Rong Ya boldly brought in his fairy tale book.

The husband is far less cold than he looks on the surface, on the contrary, Rong Ya thinks that he is a gentle man down to the bone, strong and lonely.

The story comes to an end, the little mermaid finally turned into foam and disappeared on the surface of the sea, because she could not kill her most beloved man, she would rather sacrifice herself.

Yan Lie closed the book and found that the child listening to the story was autistic.

"It's gone." Yan Lie spread his hands.

The child propped up his body, and asked seriously: "Is the relationship between the princess and the prince the same as the partner you mentioned before?"

"Ah."

"With a partner, can't I accept the little mermaid?"

"No, there can only be one partner, this is loyalty."

"Then... has the prince ever liked the little mermaid?"

Yan Lie was at a loss for words for a while, he didn't know whether the prince had ever liked the little mermaid.

But looking at the eager eyes of the child, Yan Lie replied ambiguously: "Maybe there is..."

"But the prince won't marry the little mermaid." Rong Ya shook his head sadly, "Because the princess is more suitable for him, right?"

Yan Lie really didn't know who would give such a sad book of fairy tales to the mermaid.

"It's just a story."

"I know, because in fact we will not become a bubble. Thank you sir, I finally know the ending of the little mermaid."

He thought, if one day the husband has his own princess, then he...

Just thinking about it is extremely uncomfortable.

He just wanted to ask a question, would Mr. like mermaids?

But this question is too aggressive, sir, it should be better matched.

I don't know if it was because of reading stories to the children at night, Yan Lie really dreamed of a mermaid in his dreams.

He saw the mermaid sitting on the reef combing her long hair, and then she brushed her soft and fluffy hair to her back, and looked sideways in Yan Lie's direction.

It was indeed a frighteningly beautiful face.

The facial features are exquisite like works of art, and the warm smile on the face can make people let go of all their defenses.

Yan Lie saw that her expression became more and more gentle, and the love in her eyes was so strong that it was about to overflow.

"My lord." Her voice was sweet and pure.

A blond-haired man came into Yan Lie's sight, and he hugged the mermaid on the reef. The size of the two was very different, and the little mermaid was very petite and pitiful in the man's arms.

The man didn't know what to say, the mermaid hugged his neck and kept laughing, and finally the two kissed tenderly on the beach at sunrise.

And not far from the two of them, stood a mighty Hydra.

Yan Lie woke up in this beautiful picture, the little guy next to the pillow was still sleeping soundly, and the big fish tail wrapped around his calf again.

Yan Lie can't laugh or cry, if this goes on, sooner or later he will eat the little fish.

He quietly withdrew his hand, without realizing it, the sleeping child closed his eyes and groped for his hand again, pulled it back to his tail, and muttered, "Touch...Touch."

Yan Lie is refreshed this morning, as expected, masturbating a mermaid will make people happy.

During breakfast time, Rong Ya ran to the swimming pool to soak in water, and Yan Lie drank coffee leisurely while reading the newspaper.

Seeing Zhou Ma's figure, he suddenly remembered the fairy tale book last night, so he asked about the origin of the book.

Mama Zhou explained with a smile that she and Uncle Zhong were afraid that Rong Ya would be bored, so they talked about buying some for him, knowing that he couldn't read, they even bought some with illustrations.

"Is there anything wrong with the book, sir."

"Buy something happy next time."