Passionate to know

【small theater】

Song Zhiyang had a seizure recently, and the main reason was Xiao Yu and Tang Ling.

Xiao Yu, Xiao Ling'er all day long, Xiao Ling'er is always on the lips, and Tang Ling is also nasty, taking every bite of a baby, dear husband... Song Zhiyang's eyes, eyes, and eyes are particularly hot.

He thought God must have stolen the two bastards he knew.

But having said that, Song Zhiyang's heart was very sour, why didn't An Zhi tell him something nice?It's too boring to use names and surnames all day long.

So when taking a walk at night, Song Zhiyang took a breather.

"Anzhi, don't you think we are missing something?"

An Zhi was as cold as ice: "What do you want to do?"

Song Zhiyang smiled obsequiously: "Or, you can call me dear? It's okay to be careful. I don't pick!"

An Zhi twitched his waist, rolled his eyes and said, "No."

Song Zhiyang deliberately shook his face, and strode forward without looking back, expressing his displeasure.

Seeing Song Zhiyang's childish behavior in the back, An Zhi felt that he could buy more washboards for Song Zhiyang to kneel in turn.

Song Zhiyang walked a few steps, feeling very guilty.If An Zhi didn't come to coax him, he would have to go back and admit his mistake, and make the steps down by himself, which...would be embarrassing.

At this time, Song Zhiyang suddenly heard An Zhi's cold voice.

"My little baby."

As if electrified, he felt a tremor all over his body. Song Zhiyang almost wanted to turn around and hug An Zhi, but he held back and walked forward.

An Zhi is convinced!This is Song Zhiyang's heartfelt voice, and he must not turn back easily at this moment, otherwise all previous efforts will be wasted.

"My little baby."

An Zhi yelled again, which made Song Zhiyang's ears and heart itch, and his footsteps were light.This shout was down-to-earth, Song Zhiyang's inner satisfaction was indescribable when he thought of An Zhi, who usually eats himself to death, calling him like this.

"My little baby!"

An Zhi raised his voice and yelled again, Song Zhiyang thought, it's almost done, we can't take Joe too much, or it won't end well.

"Bang!" Before Song Zhiyang could turn around, he bumped into the electric pole.There were no streetlights around the telephone pole, so it was difficult to find it. Besides, Song Zhiyang was just thinking about it, so naturally he didn't pay attention.

"Hiss..." Song Zhiyang rubbed his forehead, unable to speak from the pain, he could only grit his teeth dryly.

An Zhi walked to his side, frowned and looked at him like an idiot, sighed, and said helplessly: "I told you to be careful with the pole, be careful with the pole, why can't you hear it?"

Song Zhiyang: "..."