I'm the only straight man in the entire dormitory of international students

Song Ziyan was taken aback, and took a small step back, instinctively wanting to escape.

Immediately held back.

Calm down, calm down, he told himself.

It has been two years since what happened in the summer vacation when I was 16 years old.

At the age of 17, Song Ziyan did not dare to return to China for a whole year. He only returned to China at the request of his father during the Spring Festival last year.

And two days before returning to China, he always had all kinds of shameful and angry dreams.

He was afraid of seeing Bai Yanqing.

Fortunately, his fear was unnecessary, Bai Yanqing treated him as before those things happened.

So much so that Song Ziyan didn't dare to show fear of him and was angry with him.

It's best to act like nothing happened.

Song Ziyan forced a smile: "Uncle Yanqing, why are you here?" "Come to pick you up," Bai Yanqing said helplessly, "You child, you won't even answer your phone calls."

"Ah? Yes, I didn't receive it." Song Ziyan said innocently.

Bai Yanqing looked at him, and when Song Ziyan felt guilty, he raised his lips: "I changed the number."

"Ah!" Song Ziyan seemed to realize it for real, "Is the ending number 7799 actually Uncle Yanqing's number? I thought it was a harassing call."

Bai Yanqing smiled, little guy, what are you alluding to: "Get in the car."

He pressed a button and the trunk opened.

Song Ziyan put the suitcase away, clapped his hands, and went to open the rear door, but it couldn't be opened.

Song Ziyan's heart skipped a beat, and he tried to open the passenger seat, and it opened in no time.

.Song Ziyan sat on it cautiously.

"Just you?" After he fastened his seat belt, Bai Yanqing leaned over, picked up a paper bag on the back seat, and when his eyes touched a bag with a white transparent door, he shook it, and the sleeping thing inside woke up.

Bai Yanqing pursed his lips, shook it again, and handed the paper bag to Song Ziyan: "Fill your stomach first, and then eat when you get home."

Song Ziyan looked inside, there was a cup of soy milk, a bag of steamed buns, and a bag of custard buns.

Song Ziyan was indeed hungry, so he didn't have breakfast on the plane.

He took out the food, said while eating: "My brother went to Hunan to collect folk songs, and he will come back on the [-]th."

Bai Yanqing knew the time of his return from his mother, and he must also know who he was with.

Bai Yanqing didn't answer, all his thoughts were on Song Ziyan's mouth. Song Ziyan was eating custard buns, and the light yellow stuffing stuck to his lips. Song Ziyan stretched out a small pink tongue to lick it off.

Bai Yanqing's eyes behind the lens darkened, and his heart seemed to be scratched by a feather.

He closed his eyes, imagining how wonderful it would be if Song Ziyan ate his food with that pretty little mouth.

Bai Yanqing smiled, opened his eyes, looked at the white bag in the back seat, and asked, "If I remember correctly, international students only sign up on the sixth day?"

Song Ziyan was about to nod when he suddenly heard a small sound.

"Meow~" Song Ziyan was taken aback, and looked around.

"What's wrong?" Bai Yanqing asked pretending not to know.

Song Ziyan didn't speak, but listened with bated breath.

"Meow~" "Uncle Yanqing, did you hear it? It seems like a cat is meowing." Song Ziyan subconsciously went to open the window.

"Cat?" Bai Yanqing was puzzled, and suddenly laughed, "Oh, look at my memory, it must be winter."

Song Ziyan paused for pulling the car and turned to look at him.

Bai Yanqing reached out and picked up the white cat bag in the back seat.

Song Ziyan's eyes widened, he looked at the puppet cat in the transparent shell, and asked happily, "Is this your cat?"

"Huh? Did you forget?"

"What?" Song Ziyan asked, but his attention was all on the cat, "It looks so beautiful."

Song Ziyan poked the transparent shell, and the cat touched it with its paw, as if to greet him.

"Wow," Song Ziyan smiled, "It's so cute, can you hold it out?"

"Of course." Bai Yanqing turned the cat bag to himself and opened the door, "Speaking of which, winter is our common cat."

Song Ziyan's smile froze: "Ah?"

Bai Yanqing took the cat out and put the cat bag back in the back seat.

Song Ziyan's attention was suddenly attracted by this milky white puppet cat: "It's really beautiful."

Song Ziyan wanted to touch it, but he didn't dare because of his psychological shadow.

Speaking of psychological shadow, Bai Yanqing was also responsible for it.

During those days, Bai Yanqing called him to watch ghost movies with him every day. Song Ziyan, a seven or eight-year-old child, was so full of urine that he didn't dare to go to the bathroom in the room at night. He had to wake up Bai Yanqing next to him and let him accompany him.

That night was also a night when he didn't dare to go to the bathroom, and the wild cat got under the quilt.

Warm, fuzzy, quivering living things underfoot.

Song Ziyan cried in fright and didn't dare to move, thinking that a ghost had come to claim his life.

Bai Yanqing knew the reason, and smiled: "Don't be afraid, it is very docile, let alone you are the one who saved it."

Song Ziyan still didn't dare, suddenly realized the meaning of his words, and asked in puzzlement, "I...saved it?"

"This is the kitten you picked up outside, don't you remember?"

Song Ziyan recalled, after a while, "Ah".

He remembered that during the Spring Festival last year, he and his cousin went to the street to play, and when they passed by an alley, they found this kitten shivering from the cold, abandoned in a cardboard box.

He took it back and handed it to Uncle Li, the housekeeper at home.

He returned to Russia the next day, and later he heard from Uncle Li that the cat had been adopted.

"It turns out that the person who adopted the kitten was Uncle Yanqing." Song Ziyan said pleasantly.

"Well, I took winter to Silicon Valley." Bai Yanqing stroked the cat's fluffy fur.

Song Ziyan looked at his hand enviously: "Is it called Winter?"

"Because you picked it up in winter," Bai Yanqing looked at him with a smile, "Do you want to pet it?"

Song Ziyan was embarrassed and blushed: "I, I dare not." "How about..." Bai Yanqing pretended to think about it, "Shall I help you?"

Song Ziyan's eyes lit up, and he looked at him expectantly: "How can I help?"

"Naturally holding your hand."

Song Ziyan stretched out his hand without hesitation.

Bai Yanqing laughed, didn't hold it, and scratched Dongdong's head with his eyelids lowered: "It's just that if I speak for you, is there any benefit?"

Song Ziyan instantly heard the meaning behind the words, his heart tightened, and he quickly withdrew his hand.

Bai Yanqing caressed Dong Dong, raised his lips, but didn't say anything.

It was very quiet in the car.

At this time, Dongdong meowed, and clawed forward.

Bai Yanqing glanced at it, and said in an ordinary tone, "Yanyan, give me a custard bun."

He actually used this to make a deal, Song Ziyan was a little annoyed, and said in a muffled voice, "...Take it yourself."

Bai Yanqing couldn't help laughing, put on two disposable gloves, picked up a custard bag, squeezed it into four pieces and fed it to Dong Dong.

Dong Dong lay on Bai Yanqing's lap and ate, looking very cute. Song Ziyan's heart was itching, and he really wanted to feed Dong Dong like this.

Seeing that the feeding was over, Song Ziyan took the initiative to hand over a milk yellow bag, but suddenly withdrew his hand, he could feed it by himself, anyway, he would not touch it.

Song Ziyan happily put on the other glove immediately.

Bai Yanqing said at this time: "Yanyan, do you think I will let you feed me?"

Song Ziyan paused, and looked at him. After a while, Song Ziyan looked down at the custard bag in his hand, and muttered unhappily: "But you said it, he is our common winter."

Bai Yanqing chuckled, and took off his gloves slowly: "I said yes, and I won't give it if I say no. Yanyan, I own the ownership. Besides, you didn't ask me for any benefits."

Song Ziyan felt that he was deceived by the cat. He looked at Dongdong, hesitated for a long time, and said awkwardly, "What benefits do you want? It's too much. I'd rather not touch it."

Bai Yanqing laughed, suppressing the excitement in his body: "Then before you touch him, you first touch uncle?"

Song Ziyan's ears burnt when he heard it, and he didn't know how Uncle Yanqing could say it.

Song Ziyan whispered: "Where?"

Bai Yanqing smiled, stretched out his hand to stroke Song Ziyan's hair, bowed his head and whispered in his ear, "Gee."

...? !Song Ziyan's face flushed instantly, and he couldn't believe his ears.

No matter who saw Bai Yanqing for the first time, they would all praise Bai Yanqing as a talented person, gentle and elegant, gentle and handsome.

Bai Yanqing is not just good looking, besides being a voice actor with more than 1000 million followers on Weibo, he was also a big investor before the development of short videos and radio drama software such as Kuaiyin and Baitao, and more than that, Bai Yanqing's investment Extremely wide, there has never been a failure.

Now he is only 19 years old, and he does not know how much money he has earned.

Who does not praise the dragon among others.

So such a person actually said that kind of "dirty" words from his mouth.

Song Ziyan felt, felt...

Song Ziyan couldn't help asking: "Uncle Yanqing, are you still recovering from your illness?"

Bai Yanqing suffers from a mental illness called sexual unrequited love, which is usually caused by environmental factors in his growth and emotional blows to himself.

But Bai Yanqing didn't have any of these two.

Bai Yanqing is the old son of Bai Qihong. He was born to his wife at the age of 42 and died unexpectedly at the age of 48.

Even without the care of his mother, Bai Yanqing still has a father, a brother who is 23 years older than him, Song Ziyan's father is also 21 years older than him, and sisters-in-law.

Since childhood, he has never lacked playmates, nephews and nieces, not to mention always inseparable from Song Ziyan.

The reason given by the doctor was that Bai Yanqing was naturally indifferent to the love others cast on him.

When he was 16 years old, Bai Yanqing and Song Ziyan said that because of their relationship, Song Ziyan only regarded him as his uncle and had no love for him, and would refuse and be afraid because he wanted to go one step further.

Bai Yanqing wanted to conquer this kind of him, whoever made other people who liked him loathe him, and those who didn't like him looked down on him even more, didn't suit his liking at all.

Only his nephew, Song Ziyan, made Bai Yanqing excited in every aspect.

"The doctor said, maybe I'll be fine if I overcome a big difficulty." Bai Yanqing's eyebrows were affectionate, "Yanyan, will you help me?"

Song Ziyan curled his lips and refused: "I don't want it."

There was a smile in Bai Yanqing's eyes, and the arousal factor in his body was throbbing: "I just like the way you don't like me."

. Song Ziyan scolded in his heart, perverted.

Bai Yanqing asked obscene words in a gentle tone: "Yanyan, do you want to make this deal with my uncle?"

Song Ziyan blushed, covered his ears and shook his head, not listening.

Uncle Yanqing is getting more and more like that.

"Meow~" Song Ziyan looked at Dong Dong.

"Look, it looks a bit like you, it has a pair of charming dark blue eyes."

Song Ziyan was surprised, really, only to find that their eyes were the same color.

"If it didn't have these eyes, I wouldn't keep it."

Song Ziyan was dissatisfied: "...how can you say that in front of it."

"It doesn't matter," Bai Yanqing laid out a trap, "Isn't there a father like you who loves him?"

Song Ziyan, who came to the edge of the trap, looked at him foolishly, "Uncle Yanqing, am I, am he his father?"

"Of course," Bai Yanqing said with a matter-of-fact expression, "If you hadn't brought it home, it might have died a long time ago. But."

Bai Yanqing sighed, scratched Dong Dong's chin, and said to it, "Dong Dong, it seems that your own father doesn't want you, and he doesn't even want to touch you."

"I am willing!" Song Ziyan said hastily, "I like it!"

"But you dare not even touch it."

"I..." Song Ziyan stretched out his hand, but he still couldn't get over the barrier in his heart, and unconsciously showed a pitiful expression that made him want to play him badly, asking for help, "Uncle Yanqing, help me." Bai Yanqing really looked like an elder, his gaze Mercy: "A deal?"

"Meow~" Dongdong meowed at him.

Song Ziyan's heart thumped, his heart thumped, and he didn't care, anyway, he had touched his brother before.

Song Ziyan nodded: "Uncle Yanqing, how about wearing pants?"

Bai Yanqing snorted, "Impossible."

Song Ziyan lowered his head, squeezed his fingers, and nodded awkwardly after a long while: ".Okay."