What bad thoughts can a little wolf dog have?

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The next night, Song Fangwan asked for leave for his study. Today is his father Song Yingcheng's 55th birthday.

The birthday was held at the Junyi Hotel of the group. The hotel manager and relevant personnel waited early under the porch to welcome the distinguished guests tonight, with standard professional smiles on their faces.

Seeing a disgraced red taxi slowly stop, the manager, who is usually aloof but can only act as a doorman today, withdrew his smile instantly, and asked the people around him in a bad tone: "What's going on, shouldn't people be allowed to go on a day like this? Ordinary guests go through the side door? Mr. Song and Xiao Song will be here soon, how ugly would it be to block the gate?"

Just as he was talking, the taxi door opened, and Song Fang stepped down.

He was wearing a simple ivory shirt today, the textured fabric was held up just right by him, and it fit perfectly from shoulder to waist.

Just let alone a tie, not even a collar button.

The hotel manager naturally recognized this living ancestor, who was also from the Song family, and Song Fang was the most unreasonable player.

He took two quick steps and greeted him with a smile on his face.

Song Fang raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a half-smile, "Customers are gods, and it's really nothing to say that guests feel at home. In the eyes of Manager Wang, those who come by taxi are not worthy of being called gods."

Manager Wang explained with a smiling face: "Today is a special situation."

While talking, a shiny Maybach Zeppelin attracted everyone's attention.

"President Song is here."

Manager Wang trotted over, nodded and opened the car door for the back seat, "Good evening, Mr. Song, Mr. Song."

Song Yingcheng is well-maintained, energetic and looks like he is only in his early forties, with gold-rimmed eyes on the straight bridge of the nose, and the same peach blossom eyes as Song Fang are hidden behind the lens, sharp and shrewd.

His gaze scanned the youngest son up and down like an X-ray, and with a "hum", he walked past Song Fang into the hall.

Song Fang asked lazily: "Brother, since Dad doesn't want to see me, I might as well go back and do my homework."

Song Hanbai is six years older than Song Fangfang, and he has been mature and prudent since he was a child. "Dad's birthday is today. If you don't make him happy, be honest with me. I didn't ask someone to send you clothes, why don't you wear them?"

Song Fang put his hands in his pockets, and a frivolous smile appeared on his lips, "I'm just a simple and poor male college student. Wouldn't it be nice to exchange seven-figure clothes and accessories for cash?"

Hearing this, Song Hanbai couldn't help giving his younger brother a chestnut in public.

Song Yingcheng's birthday party gathered all the upper-class elites. The logo of the Song Group can be seen everywhere in the brightly lit banquet hall. human aroma.

Song Fang has been in and out of such occasions since he was a child, and he has long been calm.After meeting several groups of guests with Song Yingcheng, he found an excuse to sneak to the dining table.

The hotel's western chefs and bakers are graduates from Le Cordon Bleu, and their skills are among the best among five-star hotels in China.In line with the principle of "don't cheat others, only cheat your own father", Song Fang called Manager Wang to point out a few desserts that are not too sweet, "Make a portion of these and pack them up."

Manager Wang responded repeatedly and arranged for it himself.

Song Fang was satisfied, took a white peach berry Leba ice cream and was about to eat it, when a delicate voice came from beside him, "So you like to eat this too?"

It was a small girl who spoke, wearing high heels that didn't reach Song Fang's shoulders.

It is Yao Yiyi, the daughter of the owner of the largest jewelry company in Nancheng.

The little girl was the same age as Song Fang, and she was pretty good-looking, and she didn't make herself like a mobile jewelry display stand because of her family's jewelry business.

Song Fang has had such a good skin since he was a child, and he can be called a girl's heart harvester.He looked down at Yao Yiyi who was hesitating to talk to Ai Ai during the period, and he knew it.

He looks heartless and heartless, but he is not scumbag in nature.Especially after reliving, there is more empathy and empathy.He only has Pei Yijun in his heart, since he can't respond to other people's admiration, he should give the other party enough respect and courtesy.

Song Fang was about to hint that he already has someone he likes, when an angry voice came from behind, "Mr. Song, look how good these two children stand together, the beauty of the handsome man and the beautiful woman!"

Song Fang turned around, only to see a middle-aged man who was fat and fat looking at him with satisfaction.

Song Fang: "..."

Yao Yiyi was thin-skinned, flushed from face to neck, and shook her father's arm coquettishly, "Dad."

Mr. Yao smiled and humbled himself: "Mr. Song is laughing. My daughter has been raised by me since she was a child, and she has a shy personality. Call her!"

Yao Yiyi raised her head, and said softly, "Hi Uncle Song, I wish you a happy birthday and good health. Every year you have today."

It's just the most common birthday greeting, but upon closer inspection, the little girl is somewhat similar to Song Fang's mother who has passed away.

Song Yingcheng took a deep look at the rebellious youngest son, and praised: "The Composition Department of Nanyin is difficult to pass, yes, it really has temperament and talent, Mr. Yao is very lucky."

Mr. Yao laughed loudly, "Xiao Fang is also very promising. The School of Economics of Nantah University is one of the best in the country. How well these two kids got along just now."

Song Yingcheng also said: "It seems that they are quite destined, so let the young people talk by themselves, we are here and they can't let go."

After finishing speaking, he handed Song Fang a warning look of "Be honest, you boy, don't bully the little girl", turned around and left.

Mr. Yao looked at Song Fang with a smile, his eyes were amiable as if he saw Chenglong Kuai's son-in-law, and he also left.

Song Fang: "..."

It seems that some things cannot be delayed any longer. Anyway, they have to be bombed sooner or later.

He lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then raised his head to meet Yao Yiyi's gaze.

"Actually, I already have someone I like."

"Are you familiar with Pei Yijun?"

The two spoke at the same time, but what they said was completely different.They stared at each other in amazement for a while, but it was Yao Yiyi who broke the embarrassment and said, "Oh, well, then, bless you."

Song Fang raised his eyebrows high, "What did you just ask?"

Yao Yiyi wrung her fingers and blushed again, "I want to ask, do you know Pei Yijun very well?"

cooked.

It's ripe enough to go to bed.

Song Fang let out a "huh".

"Then can you push me his contact information?"

Song Fang didn't reply immediately.

Yao Yiyi quickly explained: "I won't give his contact information to anyone. Nanyin and Nanyang University are quite close. I saw his picture on the school forum, just... I just want to invite him to dinner."

Song Fang: "You like him."

Not a question, but a firm tone.

Yao Yiyi nodded shyly, "Is that okay? I asked him that he doesn't have a girlfriend yet."

The tip of Song Fang's tongue gently touched his cheek, and the corners of his lips pulled out a loose, sexy and gentle upturned arc.

"He has a partner."

At eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, the Song family villa was brightly lit.

"What are you going to say?" Song Yingcheng drank a lot of wine tonight, so drunk that he wanted to go straight to sleep.Song Fang, who followed home, proposed a few words.Thinking that the bastard was finally going to bow his head, he also took advantage of the situation and sat down.

The cold war between father and son for several months, what made Song Yingcheng most angry was not that his son gave up the offer he got before and insisted on staying in Nancheng, nor was it that he didn't look at the little girl he introduced.Instead, he said that he really moved out and didn't come back home usually, which was a bit of a rivalry with himself.

Now it seems that the bastard is finally going to admit his mistake.

Song Fang didn't sit on the sofa, but stood leaning against the wall, "Dad, don't introduce girls to me anymore."

"I do not like."

"I like men."

Pei Yijun did a day's experiment today, and when he got home, he received a large box full of pastries from the errand brother.The special flour, eggs, cheese, and sugar exude a charming aroma after baking, which can heal the tired body and mind, especially those specially selected by Song Fang for him.

The meringue sprinkled with icing sugar has a slightly hot temperature, and the dense, delicate and cold vanilla custard sauce has made the vanilla Napoleon.The almonds, coffee cream, and chocolate mirror of the opera cake are layered and interlaced, bringing a silky, mellow and rich taste...

Every bite is a taste of happiness and sweetness.

Pei Yijun sent a message to Song Fang while eating, and he didn't know if it was over with him.Today is Song's father's birthday, Song Fang should not do anything to make the already bad father-son relationship even worse, right?

Waited for a while and got no reply.

Pei Yijun hugged Zhongfen and Tachibana Jiro on his lap, sucking cats while staring at the phone screen.

After 5 minutes, the screen went black.

Spread your fingers apart and continue to stare.

Chufen and Tachibana Jiro are getting more and more energetic, if you scratch me and I will give you a paw, it is not honest at all.Pei Yijun drove them off and picked up the cat teaser.

His eyes were on the phone all the time.

It hasn't been a long time with Song, and it has become an indispensable habit to send messages or videos every night before going to bed.

After about ten minutes, the phone finally buzzed and vibrated.

Pei Yijun threw away the cat teaser, grabbed the phone and held it in front of him.

[Fang: Just arrived at the hotel, the phone is out of battery]

[Fang: Have you eaten dessert yet?Is it yummy? 】

[Fang: Can you make a video? 】

Pei Yijun dialed directly.

It was almost an instant connection on the opposite side, but on the screen was the ceiling of the hotel covered with wallpaper. After the slight sound of the metal buckle of the belt, there was the rustling sound of the cloth, and then a familiar handsome face appeared on the screen.

Song Fang without clothes!

Pei Yijun felt that the phone was a little hot.

Song Fang thinks it's great that Pei Yijun loves to blush, like a siren, reminding him brightly that your boyfriend is shy.

The red-faced Pei Yijun pretended to be calm, looked at him, looked away immediately, and couldn't help turning back to stare at him for a while.

Why is it so interesting.

Song Fang is very good at seizing opportunities. Seeing Pei Yijun's appearance of being bewitched by the impact of beauty, he slowly moved the camera down viciously.

Pei Yijun swallowed his saliva.

Continue to move down.

Pei Yijun covered his eyes with a "snap".

Song Fang laughed softly, retracted the camera, resting his head on his arm, "Is the dessert delicious?"

"Well, it's delicious." Pei Yijun buried half of his face in the sofa, his voice was muffled, but soft, like soft and sticky glutinous rice cakes.

"How was the banquet? Did it go well?"

"It's the same every year." Song Fang said in a relaxed tone, "I just had a closet with my dad at night and was beaten out."

Pei Yijun groaned, "Were you beaten?"

"No, after the third grade of elementary school, my dad can't hit me anymore, he can't catch up with me."

Pei Yijun wanted to ask Song Fang why he had a showdown with his family so quickly, but after thinking about it, it was never his character to hide and hide.

"Brother, what are you thinking?" Song Fang propped his chin, held the phone closer, and said in a soft voice, "Don't be burdened, I didn't say the object was you. He just got angry for a while, but he couldn't help me. I It's his own son, even if he finds out that it's you in the future, my dad won't do the bloody thing of letting you go with a 5000 million check."

"I, is that good?" Pei Yijun is not stupid, Song Fang said it easily, and how much he has endured is beyond his imagination.Is he worth it?

Hearing the low self-esteem and pessimism faintly revealed in the words, Song Fang glared, and for the first time began to preach: "Your self-awareness is really problematic! Don't you know how good you are? No one can If you say you are not good, you are not good either!"

Straightforward words are definitely sweeter than lingering love words.

Pei Yijun's parents divorced when he was young, his father was busy with work, and his grandmother took care of his daily life wholeheartedly. However, the old man is more strict with himself than his father, and he is also very strict with his grandson.Therefore, even though Pei Yijun has been excellent in all aspects since he was a child, he seldom hears encouragement and affirmation like "you are very good" and "you are great".

Song Fang was the first to do so.

It was Song Fang like this who attracted him deeply, throwing away his rationality and pretense, expecting and fearing to taste the unprecedented taste of love, the ecstasy of love.

With hot eyes, Pei Yijun nodded, and a smile that was more breathtaking than the melting snow in spring bloomed on his lips.

Song Xinruan was in a mess, "If you didn't have a performance tomorrow and you had to get up early in the morning, I would want to go to your house to hug you right now."

"It's just..." Pei Yijun bit his lower lip, letting go of his shame, "A hug?"

Under the warm yellow light, Pei Yijun's hair was not as neat and tidy as it was during the day, his lips were bright red, and his eyes seemed to be filled with spring water from melted ice and snow, staring at him for a moment.

Pure and seductive.

No one can reject Pei Yijun like this.

She looked like an ignorant and innocent seductress who just ran down the mountain.

The thought-provoking overtones set Song's heart on fire, "Brother, if you tease me again, I'm going to raise the flag."

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