Passionate to know

An Zhi's eating movements are beautiful, at least in Song Zhiyang's eyes, they are pleasing to the eye.

He likes to use a spoon very much. Even if the food can be eaten directly with chopsticks, he has to put it into the spoon one by one first, and then eat it with the spoon, so his eating speed is slightly slower than ordinary people.

When eating fish, An Zhi will first pinch the fish tail, not just a piece of meat, but twist off the whole fish tail; he has no signs of being picky eaters, but he doesn’t seem to like beans very much; tomato in scrambled eggs It hasn't been touched much, but the tomato in the tomato fish eats more than the fish...  

Song Zhiyang memorized An Zhi's little habits one by one, and he didn't even touch his chopsticks during this meal.

About to be delicious.

When An Zhi put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth with a wet towel, Song Zhiyang asked, "Are you full?"

"Well, let's go."

"Don't go," Song Zhiyang raised his arms and held his chin, "but I'm not full yet?"

An Zhi glanced at his clean tableware: "Then eat quickly."

"You feed me."

An Zhi doubted his ears for a moment, and looked straight at Song Zhiyang.Song Zhiyang said it again very face-saving, "You feed me."

An Zhi sneered at him coldly: "Did you break your hand?"

The so-called shameless people are invincible in the world, and they are talking about people like Song Zhiyang.

"Ah, it's broken."

An Zhi was naturally indifferent to him. Seeing what Song Zhiyang was going to say, An Zhi had quick eyes and quick hands. When he opened his mouth slightly, he grabbed a piece of meat and stuffed it into Song Zhiyang's mouth with lightning speed.Song Zhiyang was unprepared, unexpectedly being teased by An Zhi, he choked up a few breaths, leaned on the table and coughed vigorously.

"Cough...cough cough...are you murdering your husband?"

"Do you want to choke again?"

Instead of being annoyed, Song Zhiyang smiled, stretched out his hand and rubbed An Zhi's head, to comfort the kitten who was about to explode, "Let's go when you're full."

As soon as Song Zhiyang finished speaking, the door was thrown open with a bang.

Before I saw him, I heard his voice first: "Don't go! He is full and my wife is still hungry!"

It was Tang Ling who came, with her hands on her waist, she was looking at the two of them with malicious intent: "Yo, we're having a private meeting here~"

Song Zhiyang couldn't help complaining about her: "Your Chinese level needs to be rebuilt."

Tang Ling ignored his words and sat down next to An Zhi.An Zhi turned his head and asked her, "How did you find it?"

"This is my father's stronghold. I've let go of the word a long time ago. Song Zhiyang and the dog entered, you must tell me. I knew you as soon as you entered the gate."

An Zhi nodded: "...you too, with good intentions..."

This is Tang Ling who suddenly remembered something, took out the phone and swiped a few times on the screen, and handed it to Song Zhiyang like a treasure, watching his reaction intently.

Song Zhiyang only glanced at it, his expression changed immediately, he pulled Tang Ling by the neck like a chicken, and lifted her out until the corner of the corridor.

"Where did it come from?"

What Song Zhiyang asked was the photo Tang Ling showed him just now. In the photo, two people kissing are inseparable. The faces of the people watching are red and red. The pixels of the picture are extremely high, and the faces of the two can be clearly distinguished. Zhihe Song Zhiyang.

"Adjust the monitoring~ I bought out that video specially, why don't you thank me?"

"Don't stick to routines, just talk about the price..."

"Oh~" Seeing this, Tang Ling started to pick on Qiao, and said coquettishly, "Talking about money hurts my feelings~"

Song Zhiyang said coldly: "Talking about feelings with you hurts money."

Song Zhiyang couldn't understand Tang Ling's thoughts, this bad friend would not be reconciled if he didn't get his fault for a day.Tang Ling had this kind of bad taste when she was a child. She felt happy when she saw Song Zhiyang being beaten up. It seems that she was suppressed by Song Zhiyang for a long time, but now she can finally become a serf and sing, and she forgets her pride.

However, in Song Zhiyang's city, Tang Ling was still careless.

Song Zhiyang leaned against the wall with his hands crossed over his chest, without any embarrassment from being threatened: "Xiao Ling'er."

"What are you doing!" Tang Ling's heart was ringing with alarm bells. Every time Song Zhiyang called her like Xiao Yu, nothing good would happen.

"I heard that you lost Uncle Tang's ancient painting?"

"How do you know holding grass! Ah bah, who are you listening to nonsense!" Tang Ling jumped in fright.

Song Zhiyang's light flashed: "Is that so...then, I'll borrow it from Uncle Tang..."

If Tang Ling was not afraid of heaven and earth, he was afraid of Father Tang.Tang's father has always raised Tang Ling, which is why she has such a personality.It's just that Tang's father has collected ancient paintings all his life, and they are the most treasured. When Tang Ling touched even a little bit of damage when he was a child, he would beat him ruthlessly.If he knew that Tang Ling had lost a bet with someone on the entire authentic painting, I'm afraid Tang Ling wouldn't be able to see today's sunset.

It was too late and then too soon, Tang Ling howled in seconds: "Boss Song! I was wrong! I was really wrong!"

"Really? It depends on your performance."

"What else can I say..."

"Where's the phone?"

"…Give."

"What about the photos?"

"…delete."

"What about the video?"

"…destroy."

"Yeah. That's good." Song Zhiyang smiled with satisfaction.

Tang Ling was heartbroken, but right now she could only pretend to be her grandson, she asked unwillingly, "How did you know?"

Song Zhiyang raised the corner of his mouth: "Because the person who bet with you is someone I sent."

When Tang Ling heard this, she was so angry that she wanted to vomit blood, she scratched the wall and said, "...Are you still human...I'm just a child..."

Song Zhiyang added a knife very "intimately": "Well, judging by his figure, he is still a child."