I became popular after reuniting with my wealthy ex-boyfriend

The air in the car froze again.

Sheng Yun looked at the person in front of him with flushed cheeks who looked like a frightened kitten, speechless.

Why couldn't he just fall asleep after being drunk?

Sheng Yun thought so.

This way the problem becomes simpler.

"Because..." Sheng Yun twitched the corners of his mouth, and bluntly found a reason, "You said it yourself just now, did you forget?"

Song Yan blinked, and from his expression, he seemed to be lost in thought.

Seeing that he put away his terrified expression, Sheng Yun was slightly relieved.

well.

It's easy to cheat when drunk.

This is easy to handle, Sheng Yun cleared his throat, and added very calmly: "You still said that you begged me to take you back."

Song Yan's eyes were watery, and after a long while he seemed to understand and nodded his head: "Oh yes, I will trouble you then."

Sheng Yun: "Yes."

Song Yan continued to look out the window, feeling drowsy.

Sheng Yun's peripheral vision fell on the car window, and he could see the profile reflected there.

When he was half asleep and half awake, Song Yan's lips, which were usually pursed into a cold line, were slightly parted, which represented relaxation and defenselessness, and his expression was rarely soft.

The soft and deceitful kind.

Somewhat tempting.

Sheng Yun looked away, and curled up his fingers on his knees uncomfortably.

Figure it out, this seductive appearance hides a ruthless heart, can you still be fooled twice?

Sheng Yun pressed his frowning brows, feeling very irritable.

The car drove downstairs to Song Yan's house, and Sheng Yun was still sullen, ready to throw the unfamiliar cat down in retaliation.

"arrive?"

Song Yan opened his eyes, opened the car door in a daze, and got out of the car by himself.

Sheng Yun: "..."

He had no room to play, so he had to get off the station and stand by his car door, watching Song Yan staggeringly towards the building with cold eyes.

As soon as the cold wind blew, Song Yan's hazy sleepy eyes woke up a lot, and he belatedly realized that there was a person behind him.

"?" Song Yan stood still, looking at Sheng Yun behind him, "Why are you following here?"

Sheng Yun stood behind him and glanced at him: "Go up and see the cat."

Song Yan: "Huh?"

Sheng Yun: "Look at the glutinous rice balls."

He looked down at Song Yan, and said in a cold tone, "Exercise my visitation rights."

He picked up the glutinous rice balls and left them to Song Yan after they broke up.

So Sheng Yun felt that he did have visitation rights.

The reason why he asked to use it now was because he really missed that silly cat, but also because he knew that Song Yan would resist, so he wanted to do it.

I don't know why, seeing this man's wobbly eyes out of focus, Sheng Yun has a vague and strong urge to bully him.

On the other side, Song Yan looked at him seriously, frowning tightly.

Obviously, with his very slow thinking ability now, he didn't quite understand what Sheng Yun meant.

But vaguely felt that it seemed reasonable.

After a while, he glanced at the night outside the gate of the building, and subconsciously said to himself: "I won't be photographed."

Sheng Yun: "..."

His tone was blunt: "I'm talking about my going upstairs to your house..."

Song Yan nodded slowly: "Okay."

For the second time, he expressed concern about whether there were sneak shots nearby: "Just don't get caught."

Sheng Yun lost his temper completely.

He sneered, not knowing whether he was angry or aggrieved, and strode towards the elevator: "What to shoot, who will shoot, go upstairs!"

Song Yan was grabbed by his arm and got into the elevator.

The two stood quite close.

Song Yan seemed to be completely ignorant, standing beside Sheng Yun, his body was still a little unsteady, and he always leaned on him as if he had nothing to do.

Sheng Yun pursed her thin lips, and after a few seconds of silence, she took a step back to the side.

Song Yan didn't notice it at all, looked at the number of the elevator, waited for the door to open and walked out.

Sheng Yun followed behind him, saw him take out the key, opened the door naturally, walked in naturally, and left the door for himself naturally.

He suddenly wondered about his current behavior.

What are you doing?

He is very familiar with this apartment. He used to live here for a long time, and one night he chose to slam the door because his ex insisted on breaking up, cutting off all the charming past.

But now, he actually stood by the door, watching his ex take slippers from the shoe cabinet slowly.

...is still a one-off.

"Let's make do with it." Song Yan handed the shoes to him naturally, not feeling anything wrong at all, and the hospitality was quite thoughtful, "Will you drink tea or coffee?"

A pair of disposable slippers were stuffed in Sheng Yun's hands, and he thought this scene was extremely funny.

Song Yan was dizzy, turned his head and saw the guest standing still, and urged: "Come in and sit down, you're welcome."

He boiled the water, and muttered, "It's been a long time since we've had guests at home..."

Sheng Yun: "..."

The scene became a little weird.

Tangyuan ran to the door meowing with its tail upright, and rubbed against Sheng Yun's legs.

Sheng Yun looked down at the cat, and after a while, he bent down and began to change his shoes.

He didn't want to come in either.

But the glutinous rice balls are rubbing against him.

Song Yan didn't wait for the "guest" to reply, so he just poured a glass of boiling water, and took a cold glass and poured it down.

Coming to the living room with a cup of boiling water, Song Yan saw the "guest" picking up the glutinous rice balls, and was a little surprised: "My God."

Sheng Yun was having close contact with the cat girl again after a year, and his mood fluctuated a bit. Hearing Song Yan's shocked exclamation, he raised his head: "What's wrong?"

Is it only allowed to see but not to hug?

Song Yan just looked at the cat in his arms dully, and said, "He actually gave you a hug."

Sheng Yun: "?"

Song Yan continued: "He won't be hugged except me and his ex-boyfriend."

Sheng Yun: "..."

Sheng Yun's expression froze, and he didn't know whether he should feel relieved that Song Yan was willing to admit that he had an ex-boyfriend.

Or to be speechless that he didn't recognize him yet.

Sheng Yun rubbed Tangyuan's chin, and the little guy let out comfortable purring sounds one after another.

"Really?" Sheng Yun suspected that he might have no face in the eyes of this drunk now, and he didn't intend to remind him, but said casually, "That may prove the way I hugged him..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Yan strode over, and took the glutinous rice balls away before he could react.

While carrying him away, he complained with a straight face: "Traitor."

Sheng Yun: "..."

He was still holding the cat with both hands, thinking for a while.

Song Yan meant that the glutinous rice balls could only be hugged by him.

Or can I only give him and... ex-boyfriend hugs?

Sheng Yun walked into the living room, looked at Song Yan who was slumped on the sofa in a daze, and felt that this was a good time to tell him the truth.

He sat down on the sofa and was silent for a long time.

I don't know what to ask.

There was a glass of boiling water in front of him, and it was Song Yan who poured it for him, using a disposable water glass.

The positioning of the guests is very clear.

Sheng Yun picked it up and took a sip, subconsciously looking at the bar where the cups were placed.

He was in a hurry when he moved out, and he didn't take away the cup, which was so soft, he left it here.

Now there is no water cup he left behind, and I don't know what Song Yan did with it later.

Maybe it was thrown away, and it should be thrown away as it should be.

Sheng Yun was silent for 3 minutes, convinced that within the range visible to the naked eye, there was no trace of his own in this home.

There seemed to be nothing to do with him anymore.

Except for one person and one cat slumped on the sofa now.

Song Yan was lying on the back of the sofa, his eyes were dull, the roots of his ears were red, and the dim light cast a thin layer of light and shadow on his fair side face, almost like a fragile porcelain.

Sheng Yun looked at him silently, the emotion in his eyes was dim.

At this time, Song Yan squinted his eyes halfway, and the snoring of glutinous rice balls in his arms had a hypnotic effect, which almost made him fall asleep with paralysis, and he could only lie limply on the sofa.

The remaining consciousness still vaguely reminded him that there seemed to be guests at home.

Who is it?Who is at his house?Who would this point in his home?

Can't remember.

My mind can't move.

Suddenly, his eyes dimmed, and the ceiling chandelier in his field of vision disappeared, replaced by a broad shoulder and neck silhouette.

Song Yan tried his best to open his eyes, and saw that a man was holding his hands next to his ears, looking down at him, but unfortunately the man's facial features were doubled in his eyes, so he couldn't see clearly.

Song Yan: "?"

He heard the man's hoarse voice: "Don't drink on any occasion in the future, you know."

It took Song Yan ten seconds to understand this sentence, and he was a little dissatisfied: "Why? I drink well."

The man fell silent.

Song Yan knew that this silence meant disapproval, so he was eager to prove himself. He tried to stand up with his waist, but before lifting a few centimeters, he went soft again.

Song Yan: "...Okay, but it doesn't mean I'm drunk."

A low chuckle came from the man.

Song Yan felt that the laughter got into his ears, and it was a little itchy, which made him very uncomfortable.

Can't tell where it's uncomfortable.

He was familiar with this laughter, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it before.

The voice seemed even more hoarse: "Anyway, you can't drink."

Song Yan was very stubborn: "Why?"

"Because you look too attractive now."

Accompanied by a strange tingling sensation, these words spread from the ear to the whole body in an instant.

too weird.

Song Yan couldn't understand this sentence anymore, no matter how hard he tried to translate it in his head, he still couldn't understand it.

With a groan, Tangyuan struggled violently from his arms, and then ran away.

Sheng Yun lowered his head and saw that the glutinous rice balls messed up Song Yan's neckline, where a large area of ​​fair skin was exposed, the collarbone was deep, and the silhouette was shadowed.

The look in Sheng Yun's eyes began to surge, until his peripheral vision glanced at the small coffee table beside the sofa.

There was originally an ornament there, which was a souvenir they bought when they went on a trip.

It's empty there now.

Sheng Yun straightened his upper body abruptly, the gloomy look in his eyes faded away like a tide, and he returned to calm in just a few seconds.

He didn't say hello to Song Yan, but walked out the door.

While changing his shoes, he heard soft footsteps behind him, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

The way of hospitality is quite thoughtful, and there is still strength to send it out the door.

Song Yan: "Wait a minute."

Sheng Yun's hand was on the doorknob, he paused and turned around.

Song Yan frowned, seemingly puzzled: "Although I don't know what relationship you have with Tangyuan, since you have visitation rights, when will the child support be paid?"

Sheng Yun paused, then laughed in disbelief: "Huh?"

Song Yan said seriously: "Well, rights and obligations are the same."

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There is never a time when a cat is masturbating in vain

(It’s the end of the new year, and the stable update will resume. If there is no accident, it should be [-] o’clock in the evening. After v, there will be two updates a day. I hope everyone will save and help me enter V as soon as possible~)