Passionate to know

An Zhi felt that this posture was too naive, and suddenly his ears became hot, and he struggled left and right, and found that Song Zhiyang had no intention of letting go, so he could only soften his body obediently, but said in a non-painful way: " rogue."

Song Zhiyang simply sat down to confirm An Zhi's accusation, and moved the hand on An Zhi's waist towards him, and leaned over to see that he was about to kiss him.

Before the two of them got in close contact, they heard the wardrobe in the room shake violently, and then two black shadows hugged each other unsightly and broke out of the door, howling.

"Ahhhhhhhh Xiao Yu, you are a killer, take your hoof off your aunt's waist!" Tang Ling and Xiao Yu who rolled out twisted into twists on the ground.

Xiao Yu held his head that had hit the floor, feeling a sense of confusion as he didn't know what Jinxi was and He Xi, and opened his mouth to curse: "Your uncle's Tang Ling, you must not listen to me if you tell me not to squeeze me..."

Tang Ling pinched Xiao Yu's cheek with her fingers and pulled hard: "You stand in front of me, why are the lights off in the whole world! What am I looking at if I don't squeeze you? Ah?! Just ask what are you looking at? !"

Xiao Yu grinned in pain: "Hey let it go! Let it go! Do you have the ability to go out and practice?"

"Practice, practice, be careful I will make you inhumane!"

"Hey, I'm short tempered...!"

Tang Ling and Xiao Yuren began to quarrel endlessly while they were still sitting on the floor, but Song Zhiyang, who watched their quarrel, was clouded: "Shut up, both of you!"

Tang Ling and Xiao Yu were startled when they heard the sound, and suddenly remembered what was going on now. When they slowly turned their heads to the source of the sound, their neck bones seemed to gurgle.

The person in Song Zhiyang's arms slipped away when he heard the sound, and the rare good thing was interrupted. His face was as dark as Bao Gong: "Tell me, which wall did you climb in from?"

Xiao Yu laughed along, and said with a guilty conscience: "I confess, I confess, I was threatened by Xiao Ling'er before I came in... Hiss!"

Tang Ling made a fool of Foshan Wuying to this dogleg: "...What use do I want you for?!" Then he immediately changed into a "pear-blossoming rainy" face like a book, "wretched" "Certainly" said: "Brother Song, I didn't come here to take a peek, I just wanted to give you a surprise~ I'm sincere..."

Tang Ling howled and howled and was about to start singing, Song Zhiyang couldn't help but said, "Stop being playful, you guys have had enough peeking."

Tang Ling was stunned by his threatening gaze, swallowed the sentence "I haven't seen enough", and simply smashed the pot to death, saying, "Song Zhiyang, have a little conscience! It's not easy for us to climb the wall and come in to celebrate your birthday!"

"Birthday celebration?" An Zhi on the side grasped the words in Tang Ling's words, and looked at them suspiciously.

Now it was Tang Ling's turn to be surprised: "Eh? Don't you know?" She poked Song Zhiyang with her finger: "Today is the birthday of this big devil...you were abducted by him without knowing anything I'm coming home..."

An Zhi glanced at Song Zhiyang, Song Zhiyang could only laugh and cry: "I wanted to tell you, but they interrupted."

An Zhi snorted coldly, unable to see his attitude, but Song Zhiyang knew that he had to lobby hard again, so he immediately issued an order to evict the guest: "You two, you can go out."

As soon as Tang Ling heard it, she immediately had a fit: "Don't! I climbed in after a lot of hard work......"

Song Zhiyang bent his back slightly, and said in Tang Ling's ear with a voice that only two people could hear: "I bought the painting you lost, and it is now hanging in the living room downstairs. You take the painting and leave in one minute, otherwise..."

When Tang Ling heard the painting, she froze like a wooden man. When she heard Song Zhiyang's next words, her eyeballs were about to shoot laser light, and she immediately became energetic, and her attitude changed drastically: "Oh~ I suddenly Thinking about it, Xiao Yu will go to the hospital to see hemorrhoids in a while, so what, it's getting late, let's go..."

Xiao Yuzhang was puzzled: "Who wants to see... Mmmmmmm!!" Before he could finish speaking, Tang Ling stopped him and dragged him out the door.

At this moment, she was anxious to dispose of that "time bomb". It can be said that her blood was hot and her feet were windy, and she disappeared in a flash.

After driving away the two annoying spirits, Song Zhiyang heaved a sigh of relief, turned to look at An Zhi, only to find that he had hid on the balcony to seek peace at some point.

The sun had already set, and the entire Song Garden was even more quiet.The weather forecast I read in the morning was indeed true. There were already signs of rain at this time. The air was very humid and slightly stuffy, accompanied by a few wisps of cool wind from time to time.

An Zhi leaned his elbows on the railing, as if he was thinking about something, until he covered his eyes with his hands.

Song Zhiyang gently kissed An Zhi's neck, his warm breath whispering in his ear: "What are you looking at?"

An Zhi shrank her neck subconsciously, and replied, "Look at the cloud."

"I want you to look at me."

"...Okay," An Zhi took Song Zhiyang's hand covering his eyes, turned his back against the railing and looked directly at him, joking with him rarely in a good mood: "But you are not as good-looking as Yun."

Song Zhiyang was a little surprised that An Zhi could also say some jokes, and stretched out his hands to hold his cheeks, like holding a most cherished and fragile artwork, and whispered softly: "...'You, in a moment Look at me, and look at the clouds for a while. I think, when you look at me, you are far away, and when you look at the clouds, you are very close.'…”

He recited emotionally and profoundly, each word was like weaving a big net, densely enveloping Anzhi in all directions.Seeing his frank gaze, An Zhi felt a little annoyingly hot, shifted his gaze unnaturally, and said angrily, "Are you memorizing all the books to offer treasures?"

"Perhaps."

With the wind, the fine rain shreds turned into clouds of smoke, falling on An Zhi's bare back neck and Song Zhiyang's sculpted face, An Zhi's voice was also wet by the continual rain, with a coolness and softness. Nuo: "Why don't you say it's your birthday?"

Song Zhiyang smiled: "Because I don't want to give you time to prepare a gift, so you can only give me yourself."

An Zhi raised his eyebrows: "You think too beautifully."

Because of the rain, it got dark faster than usual. Song Zhiyang looked at his watch, and it was already time for dinner: "Actually, I had already prepared dinner at the water pavilion today, but..." He looked at the table helplessly. Looking at the weather, "It seems like a waste."

An Zhi didn't forget to hit him: "This is called the present report." After thinking for a while, he said, "Is there any food at home?"

"There should be."

"That's good," An Zhi nodded.His brows and eyelashes were covered with moisture, and they looked not as sharp as usual, but soft, "Come in, I'll cook for you."

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