Stop fishing, can't stand it

Song Xueyan: I laughed.

Song Xueyan had a nightmare.

The night of 14 years ago was also thunder and lightning.

Song Xueyan pushed open the bedroom door, the woman fell into a pool of blood, her hair covered her face, and the maple leaves on the hem of her white nightgown were torn to pieces.The wedding ring was taken off by her, five fingers were pressed against a doll, face down, and her breath was covered. It was a Mother's Day gift he made by himself in the first grade.

The certificate in his hand fell to the ground, soaked in dirt, and Song Xueyan stepped on it, turning it into tattered paper.

He stood in a daze in the blood, feeling that this woman was really bad, and she would die in a place where she could see clearly when she opened the door, so he was afraid that she wouldn't be able to frighten him.It's a pity that he was not afraid, squatted down, and stroked the hair on the woman's face curiously.

Even though she was hoarse and mournful and resentful these years, she was raised with real gold and silver, and now she can still see the beauty that has passed away, but her appearance is broken, and death can't erase the gloom between her brows.Song Xueyan hugged her knees, looked at those slightly opened eyes for a long time, and whispered, "Today is my birthday."

This woman is his master, she gave birth to him, and tortured him wantonly, but now she can only lie here, unable to beat and insult him like before, she can't even open her mouth, she can only stare at him fiercely Yes, it's fucking pathetic.

Thunder and lightning made the room suddenly bright and dark, the wind blew in from the window, whining strangely, the curtains and bed curtains fluttered, and caught Song Xueyan's hands and feet in the middle of the night.The pool of blood congealed into a woman's usual slap, causing him to turn his head and see the nanny behind him.

"Xiaoyan killed Madam!"

Yes, he killed the woman.

The villa was in chaos, the servants pushed him out of the door in a panic, he leaned against the wall, watching a room full of movie kings and queens crying, he was the one who couldn't cry.Messy footsteps sounded from downstairs, the man he hadn't seen for a long time rushed to the front, without looking at the woman, he just picked him up and fled downstairs.

They ran to the door on the first floor, scratched by the bad winter weather.

The blood on the soles of the feet rubbed against the man's pants, making a muffled noise. The woman in a red dress chased him down, her hair was disheveled and she threw the furniture, screaming hoarsely, she came over and beat and kicked them, saying that you little bastard, why don't you die !

Song Xueyan's ears hurt, her head squeezed against the man's neck, rubbing desperately, the man hugged him, strangling his back hurting.There was another thunder, Song Xueyan vomited on the man's shoulder, the sour smell covered his face, he suffocated with a pale face, turned his head, the woman was still scolding.

Stop scolding, he thought indifferently, stop fucking scolding, you are the one who died first.

"Bang!"

Song Xueyan suddenly opened his eyes.

Yan Qi was caught by the sofa in the dark, and the water glass fell to the floor. He stretched out his hand to support the back of the sofa, and barely stabilized his body.He looked at Song Xueyan, his face was soaked in icy sweat, his eyes were like glass beads in a urn, so fragile that they would crack if touched.

Song Xueyan hated thunder and lightning at this moment, they rotted his flesh and blood, causing a whole body of bad blood and carrion to appear in front of his sweetheart.

"It's four o'clock." Yan Qi glanced at the clock on the wall, walked over and pulled Song Xueyan up, with a normal tone, "What do you want for breakfast? Simple."

Song Xueyan's Adam's apple rolled, "Whatever you want."

“你这种人以后谈了恋爱，会被对象揍的。”燕栖揭开被子，示意宋雪檐下地，“赶快去洗澡洗头，出来吃早饭。”

Song Xueyan went out barefoot, but was snatched back by Yan Qi, "Put on your shoes!"

Song Xueyan lowered her head to put on her shoes, pushed open the bathroom door under Yan Qi's gaze, and then closed it with a "snap".Yan Qi stood there in a daze for a few seconds, then put it down in a Buddhist manner, having already slept in the bed, it didn't seem so strange to use the bathroom again.

The glass wall is translucent, and Song Xueyan stood with her back facing her. She unbuttoned the button a few times, and the slippery white cloth slid down her shoulders and neck, revealing a piece of whiteness.Yan Qi hurriedly looked away, thinking it's fucking ridiculous, who is willing to make Song Xueyan cry.

The shower head was unscrewed, dripping water.Song Xueyan raised her head, the water covered her face, her eyes were washed clean, not a single red mist remained.

It was still dark, and the inner room on the second floor had already been lit with incense and candle lamps. The staff in each group performed their duties and prepared in an orderly manner, and yawns were heard from time to time.

Song Xueyan was lying on a soft couch, and the makeup artist took an eye shadow brush to reduce the swelling of his eyes.After a while, Yan Qi came back and sat down on the round stool beside the soft couch, smelling of alcohol all over his body.

Song Xueyan opened her eyes, reached out and groped for his cuff, "Did you really drink?"

Fang Zhouji sat on the side shaking a ten-yuan bamboo fan, "This is a drunken scene, with three parts of passion and seven parts of desire. We must grasp the emotional state and emotional state well. Xiaoyan is the active party, so she has to be stronger. I guess The young man is very imaginary, should he be brave?"

"Don't expose it as a manifestation of high EQ." Yan Qi glared at Fang Zhouji resentfully, and Fang Zhouji laughed.He patted the back of Song Xueyan's hand with his backhand, "It's okay, I'm taking anti-alcohol medicine, and I don't put on my face very much, just let the makeup artist cover it later."

The back of Song Xueyan's hands became hot, and she couldn't bear to take them back, so she just pinched Yan Qi's sleeves.The latter coughed slightly, pretending not to notice, and pressed the back of Song Xueyan's hand like a chair back.

After 10 minutes, the two of them were in position, helping to play the board.

Yan Qi pushed Song Xueyan to the corner, and before he could take a step forward, Fang Zhouji yelled to stop——

"Put harder!" Fang Zhouji hugged the black coffee, "Don't take pity on this delicate flower."

Yan Qi was a little embarrassed and didn't dare to look at Song Xueyan.

Song Xueyan raised her hand and patted his side face lightly, saying: "Don't hurt me, just pat me well."

"Oh." Yan Qi pouted, "Who hurt you!"

Song Xueyan didn't refute, but just spread her hands.The two arranged their clothes and started again.

This time Yan Qi tried his best, and Song Xueyan's back hurt so much, he stretched out his hand to push him away, Yan Qi squeezed him into the corner behind the door.The full-bodied aroma of wine hits the face, Song Xueyan doesn't like wine, but only distinguishes the strong fruit flavor.

Yan Qi grabbed Song Xueyan's chin, forcing him to raise his head halfway up, and his eyes met. Yan Qi realized that after the show was broadcast, it was no longer just Song Xueyan's crying scene that was turned over and over again.He is obviously very good at interpreting love and desire, with those eyes that should be indifferent.

Beautiful eyes are an excellent container for carrying emotions, Song Xueyan puts all emotions in it, and uses them with ease.His brows were furrowed, his pupils were beautiful, but the ends of his eyes were sharp like red tassels, he was at a disadvantage but still condescending, he made a high-level gesture, as if the intimacy at this time was just a kind of gift from above to below.

Yan Qi became the bad dog of the next criminal.

Song Xueyan clenched the agate bracelet tightly, and refused to grab Yan Qi's clothes. His chin was pinched red, and he stretched out his hand to push Yan Qi's shoulder until the smell of alcohol invaded.

This hand is not light, but it couldn't push Yan Qi.But Yan Qi glanced at Song Xueyan for a second of hesitation, the resistance expressed by those tight lips was so real that he actually backed away.

Fang Zhouji was taken aback for a moment, and just about to greet Yan Qi, Yan Qi retreated and stepped forward to put his arms around Song Xueyan's waist, and the two walked a few steps aside amidst the entanglement.Fang Zhouji hastily gestured for the camera to follow.

Standing by the wall not far away was a square corner cabinet, which was as high as Yan Qi's waist, and a white porcelain vase was placed on top of it, which was swept to the ground by Yan Qi.The fragments opened, Yan Qi raised Song Xueyan with both arms, and put him on the low cabinet.Song Xueyan's eyes widened slightly, and in the next second, Yan Qi grabbed her by the back of the collar and drew her closer like a cat.

"you--"

Yan Qi raised his head and kissed Song Xueyan violently.He closed his eyes, and smelled alcohol in his nostrils, this time Song Xueyan could taste the flavors of mint and berries.Song Xueyan wanted to struggle, but he pressed the back of her collar, and her breathing merged into one. Song Xueyan's lips closed into a cold flower, and Yan Qi bit her open, letting out a muffled groan in the chaos.

This is the first time Yan Qi took the initiative to kiss someone, and Ming Yanchao was drunk and reckless, so he felt that if he wanted to be indulgent and unrestrained, the kiss would be rough.But Song Xueyan snorted, and grabbed his shoulders, looking pitiful and unable to sit still, and he felt that since Ming Yanchao was superficially seven-pointed and three-pointed towards Xiao Zhenyue at this time, In fact, if he is seven-pointed in love and three-pointed in desire, then he should be gentler.

As soon as the grinding force of the tongue/teeth was relaxed, Yan Qi was grabbed by Song Xueyan's sharp teeth.He opened his eyes in pain, squeezed Song Xueyan's hand slightly, but saw Song Xueyan raised his wet eyelids, and bent the corners of his eyes provocatively.

Fang Zhouji yelled to stop, and the close-up shot stayed on this gaze.

Yan Qi let go of Song Xueyan, and carried him down.The tip of his tongue still hurt, he couldn't get angry, he stretched out his hand to hold the end of Song Xueyan's eyes, crushing a red cloud.

Fang Zhouji looked at the monitor and nodded with satisfaction, but he did not forget to settle the score after Qiuhou, "Xiaoyan, what happened just now? I almost stopped calling."

Yan Qi hesitated, he had the nerve to say that he really thought Song Xueyan didn't want to be kissed, so he backed away subconsciously.

Song Xueyan licked her lips, dizzy from the smell of alcohol in her mouth, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's because of me, because I have used too much strength."

"Really?" Fang Zhouji glanced at Yan Qi suspiciously, "Isn't it true that Xiaoyan looks like that?"

Yan Qi couldn't argue, and sat on a round stool beside him without saying a word.He still had the taste of just now in his mouth, Song Xueyan is such a deserted person, but the inside is warm and sticky.This feeling was unprecedented, he didn't even dare to recollect it, for fear of offending Song Xueyan.

Song Xueyan felt that Fang Zhouji was really ignorant, so he raised his eyes and said, "Do I look vain?"

Fang Zhouji tasted a little defensiveness, and quickly raised his hand and said, "Okay, I'm talking too much, get ready, get ready for the next scene!"

The scene of the next scene had to be changed, Yan Qi got up and took two steps, but still couldn't hold back, turned to look at Song Xueyan.He pretended to be nonchalant with this look, very empty, but when he touched Song Xueyan, it condensed into substance.

Song Xueyan's fingers were still on her lips, her brows were frowning, like a capitalized "sorrow".Suddenly, a shadow covered the candlelight beside him, he looked up, and saw Yan Qi leaning over him, reaching out his hand, he was startled, Yan Qi touched the side of his face.

"Don't be unhappy." Yan Qi didn't know what to say, so he simply apologized vaguely.

Whenever Ms. Qi was angry, his father would apologize first, no matter what happened, and half of Ms. Qi's anger would dissipate in an instant.This method has been tried repeatedly, and Yan Qi asked the reason. His father said that although he was not sure whether Ms. Qi was angry with him, as long as there was a possibility, he had to deal with it properly.It doesn't matter if the situation is unclear, the attitude must be shown first, so as not to hit the smiling face with your hand.

Song Xueyan didn't know where he showed his unhappiness, and he didn't know where Yan Qi needed to apologize. Before he could speak, he heard Fang Zhouji beside him with a "hehe" and made fun of him: "Xiaoyan, you are better than Mingyan. It will hurt the object."

Object?

Yan Qi was taken aback, those cluttered emotions seemed to be loosened by a needle.Before she had time to think about it, Song Xueyan stood up abruptly and walked out slowly, wondering if she was offended by the word "object".

Yan Qi took advantage of the situation and didn't answer Fang Zhouji's words, but lowered his head inexplicably.

After walking a certain distance, Fang Zhouji glanced back, Yan Qi came out of the room with his head bowed, and followed the assistant director to the set.He whispered, "Why are you leaving all of a sudden?"

"Then you want to hear how he answers your words?" Song Xueyan also turned her head and glanced, "He can't help being funny."

As the dusk fades away, two or three stars pass through the branches and shine on the stone table.

Xiaobing turned around the bushes and saw Song Xueyan taking a nap with her eyes closed, her brows and eyes were peaceful, but the corners of her mouth were slightly raised. Is this a dream?He stood where he was, wondering if he should go there now, and the next second he saw Song Xueyan flattening the corners of his mouth, a twist in his dream?After a few seconds, it raised again. Is this a flat wave?Press down again...

Well, he could tell that Teacher Song wasn't resting at all, his expression was like that of the spring-loving hero in the TV series!Could it be—

He violently broke off the branch next to him, and when he raised his head again, Song Xueyan had already opened his eyes and waved to him.

Xiaobing suppressed her guess, walked over, put the two bags one south and one north, and said, "Mr. Song, Mr. Fu is here to visit the class. This is a luxurious dinner that Mr. Fu asked for a meal, five dishes and one soup One dessert. And this one!"

He poked another very simple plastic bag with his finger, "This is the same dinner that Brother Xi has tonight, lotus leaf porridge. A drop of dew is the essence, clear and translucent."

Song Xueyan didn't move, just asked: "Is this his original intention?"

"No." Xiaobing said in a low voice, "Brother Xi's original words were: "Take this porridge to the surname Song. I accidentally ordered an extra serving, and it would be a waste to throw it away." I thought Brother Xi was wrong. Xin, Tsundere pretending to be cool, but in order to prevent Teacher Song from being unhappy, I polished it up a little. "

Song Xueyan chuckled softly, "Okay, please run over, thank you, and thank him for me."

"Okay, then I will withdraw first, and Teacher Song will use it slowly." Xiaobing waved her hand, turned and left quickly, but stopped abruptly behind the flowers and trees in the distance, turned around and grabbed a branch, and glanced back secretly—— —

Song Xueyan didn't even look at the luxurious meal, she just unwrapped the plastic bag.

Xiao Bing grinned, thinking whether it was springtime or not, it still needs to be investigated, but Song Xueyan did choose the latter among delicacies and bland food at the moment!He muttered: "My brother Xi's status has been promoted!"

"Yes." A voice sounded lightly behind him, "They all passed me."

Who!

Xiaobing shuddered all over and turned around abruptly, seeing that Fu Yanle was also sneakily looking in Song Xueyan's direction.He pressed his heart that was about to pop out of his throat, and whispered, "Boss Fu?!"

Fu Yanle said, "His smile is so sweet."

Xiaobing looked over again, and saw Song Xueyan drinking porridge, smiling really sweetly, it didn't look like lotus leaf porridge, but eight-treasure porridge with honey, caramel, red dates and glutinous rice, why... more like Spring?

Drinking brother Xi's porridge, thinking about the spring of another family!Xiaobing clenched her fists in panic.

Fu Yanle rubbed his chin and waved to Xiaobing, "Xiao Qiao came with me, you guys go to brotherhood for a while."

Xiaobing left half happy and half worried.

Fu Yanle walked out from behind the bushes, and raised his voice, "What are you laughing at? The corners of the mouth and the end of the eyebrows are almost connected."

Song Xueyan immediately returned to normal, and said in a cold voice: "Then what we are doing here is a live-action ghost movie?"

"Hey, how about some porridge?" Fu Yanle took a seat opposite Song Xueyan, "Why don't you eat what I bought? I also deliberately avoided the food you don't like, but I didn't have a chance to show my heart."

"I can't eat two servings by myself. It's a waste to open it now. You can eat it as a supper." Song Xueyan took a sip of porridge and changed the subject, "Why are you here so late to visit?"

Fu Yanle unwrapped the packing bag, "Brother Chen is on a business trip, and I went out for a long time in the afternoon, and my spirits are so good, I just came to visit the class." He looked at Song Xueyan's expression, "Otherwise, I wouldn't see you sitting here stupidly. happy."

Seeing that the topic was being turned around, Song Xueyan remained motionless and said, "I miss my son."

"You mean that cat?" Fu Yanle has met the prince, he is indeed Song Xueyan's son, he is indeed a beautiful and noble character.He didn't know if the reason was true or not, so he made it up, "I saw a cat just now, and after spring, it started thinking about spring again. It's really inappropriate."

"Oh." Song Xueyan said calmly, "You don't like it, let the owner hold it and sterilize it."

"It's definitely a tool, and it's never affectionate." Song's surname is so good at pretending, Fu Yanle had to stop probing for a while, "How late are you queuing up today?"

"I have a show after three o'clock." Song Xueyan paused, "Yanqi will stay overnight."

Fu Yanle drank half of the accompanying soup first, with bright lips, "Then I'll go see him after eating, and then come to accompany you. I won't go back tonight."

"Brother Qi!"

Xiaobing jumped up to Yan Qi in two or three steps, and whispered, "Teacher Song drank your porridge!"

"Really?" The corners of Yan Qi's mouth raised, but then was suppressed again, "For he has vision."

Seeing his happy look, Xiaobing still couldn't bear to tell about Song Xueyan's possible Sichun, "My brother is here, I'll go out first and come back later."

"Go, go." Yan Qi waved his hand, his mind was full of Song Xueyan.After a day of high-level rehearsals, it was rare to take a break, but the surname Song was still running in his mind, and he didn't feel tired at all.He turned over and lay on the rocking chair, his tongue/tip licked his lips/slits, and his sleeves dangled, covering his face with taste.

Fu Yanle popped his head up, leaned on the back of the rocking chair, and said, "Hey, what are you doing!"

"Shit!" Yan Qi pulled out from the charming memories, and gave Fu Yanle a look, "Scare me!"

"Don't do anything wrong, and don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door." Fu Yanle stared at him, "I saw you from afar like a maggot, twisting and turning on the chair, and the girl covered her face, Sichun?"

Yan Qi felt guilty, "What the hell!" He hurriedly found his words, "I miss my son."

Another one who misses his son.

Fu Yanle was puzzled, and said, "When did you add a child to the Yan family behind our backs? Does uncle and aunt know?"

"I don't know yet, I'm going to give them a surprise." Yan Qi said nonsense, "My son is really good-looking, and I'm sure they'll love it when I take it home."

"Then the day your son recognizes his ancestors and returns to his clan is the date of your death." Fu Yanle patted the back of the chair, and suddenly brought up a topic, "Aqi, you have been filming with Brother Xueyan for a while, and you live in the same house again. , you answer me honestly, what do you think of him?"

Yan Qi narrowed his eyes, more vigilant than the dog guarding the food, "Why do you ask this?"

"It's like this, I have a friend who wants to get in touch with Brother Xueyan, I—"

"What!" Yan Qi sat up straight, "What kind of friend are you? Do I know him? Why does he want to touch Song Xueyan? He—"

"Stop!" Fu Yanle pressed him, "Don't worry, don't worry, listen to me. He likes Brother Xueyan very much, so he is very nervous, but I think Brother Xueyan is very easy to get along with, so he said I am a friendship filter , I thought it made sense, so I came to ask you. You see, you don’t have a filter for Brother Xueyan, right? Your view of him is closer to reality, so—”

"So you want to help your friend soak up Song Xueyan! You even want me to be a tool in it!" Yan Qi stood up and said earnestly, "What kind of friend are you? Lu Minghe or that Li Yan? The playboy still wants Pao Song Xueyan, they are not the same people."

Fu Yanle raised his eyebrows, and said calmly, "I don't think it's right to say that. When a playboy meets true love, he may be devoted to it."

"A change of heart is not worthy of Song Xueyan, let alone a possibility!" Yan Qi put his hips on his hips and turned around impatiently, "Let me tell you, Song Xueyan is so pure that he can be ashamed as a shrimp in a kissing scene. But those who have seen countless people. If you introduce them, you will push Song Xueyan into the fire pit, you are too bad!"

"Is that so." Fu Yanle was thoughtful, "So you think Song Xueyan is very good?"

"Of course, he still needs me to come for his kindness—" Yan Qi suddenly covered his mouth, blinked twice, lowered his hands under Fu Yanle's half-smile gaze, and swallowed stiffly, "I'm doing this for Hello."

Fu Yanle: "Oh."

"Really, I'm really doing it for your own good." Yan Qi tried his best to save him, "Introduce them, what if Song Xueyan gets hurt emotionally and affects your friendship? And you match a pure young man to Huahua Son, what's the difference between you and a pimp?"

Fu Yanle pretended to be angry, "What pranks? Li Yan is playing tricks, but he is good at business and has a lot of resources in the entertainment industry. Oh, these days, rich audiences are not allowed to find their favorite actors for business. Cooperation?"

Yan Qi was stunned, "What the hell?"

Fu Yanle spread his hands, "Li Yan, I want to find a spokesperson for my new high-end luxury real estate. Although I have told him that my brother Xueyan will not accept the endorsement, but he is not giving up. My friend, I still have to go through the process to help .”

"Oh." Yan Xi sat down, his mind still buzzing, "Then what do you say you like, nervous, I thought..."

Fu Yanle said: "Li Yan and his mother are both fans of Brother Xueyan. The mother and son often watch TV dramas. If you have an idol, you have to talk to him at close range. Are you nervous?"

Yan Qi said bitterly: "Then you are talking about a playboy, and I misunderstood you!"

"You misunderstood yourself and said the word playboy first. I just expressed my opinion along the lines of the words. How could I know that you are getting more and more crooked?" Fu Yanle shrugged innocently and said with a smirk, "I didn't expect you to be quite nervous. Brother Xueyan."

"It's not nervous, it's the truth! It's not suitable in the first place." Yan Qi muttered and rubbed his ears, rubbing away a touch of hot redness, which was all exposed to Fu Yanle's eyes.

Fu Yanle heard something from Yu Jingchen, saying that Yan Qi had a ghost in his heart, and that there was something wrong with Song Xueyan's eyes.

So he didn't drop by to visit the class today, but came here on purpose.Song Xueyan was as immovable as a mountain, so he couldn't find anything for now, but Yan Qi, a silly boy, was a colander, aggressive but he couldn't catch anything.

It's just that Yan Qi is so stupid, he hasn't fully enlightened yet.

Fu Yanle rolled his eyes, reached out and patted Yan Qi's shoulder, and said meaningfully: "Don't worry, brother will help you."

"Ah?" Yan Qi said in a daze, "What can you do for me?"

She didn't sleep the night before, and stayed up all night with the film crew tonight. Yan Qi returned to the hotel under the newly dawned sky, feeling that he was about to go down and kowtow to the ancestors of the Yan family.

The weather was hot and there were many mosquitoes, and the two-pronged approach made Yan Qi lose his appetite and just wanted to lie down under the air conditioner and rise to immortality.But after glancing at the Nakajima Terrace, it was as clean as new, and Song Xueyan obviously hadn't had breakfast yet.

During the time they lived together, Yan Qi found that Song Xueyan didn't like life very much.In the film crew, he eats nutritious meals obediently, but if he is in the hotel when the meal time comes, he will eat as much as he can, and if he eats, he will eat like a cat.

No wonder there was no popularity when we met for the first time, Ganqing is really a person who wants to bigu.

Yan Qi sighed, postponed his sleep plan, boiled a small pot of mung bean porridge, prepared a plate of pickled cucumbers, a plate of stir-fried vegetables, and two hard-boiled eggs.He set the table and chopsticks first, and then knocked on the door of Song Xueyan's room.

Knocked three times, but the door didn't open, Yan Qi didn't plan to knock again, for fear that Song Xueyan would turn into a machine gun and shoot him mercilessly after being woken up.He thought about warming the porridge, took out his mobile phone, and was about to leave a WeChat message for Song Xueyan, but he didn't expect the door to open.

Song Xueyan held the doorknob with one hand, leaned her shoulder on the door frame, and didn't even open her eyes.

Really like a lazy cat.

Yan Qi stared at Song Xueyan's face, curled his fingers slightly, "I made mung bean porridge, drink some before going to bed."

Song Xueyan tried hard to open his eyes, and took a close look at Yan Qi's face, "You," he coughed after getting up early with a dry throat, and continued, "Why don't you come back after eating outside? Filming all night is very tiring, Why come back and make a fuss again."

Can you not be tired?Who did I cook this meal for, you don't know - well, Song Xueyan really probably doesn't know.

Yan Qi hummed lightly and said, "I'm young, I just stayed up all night."

"But you haven't slept for two consecutive nights. I think you still had a fight last night. I guess your mind has been taken away by the pressure." Song Xueyan broke through, "You have dark circles under your eyes."

Yan Qi touched his eyes and said: "This is smoky makeup, your eyes are lame. Don't say that you don't have any of these, wash your face quickly, come over to have breakfast, after you eat, I have to wash the dishes." "

Song Xueyan said: "You go back to sleep first, I will wash myself after eating—"

The alarm bell came from the house, Yan Qi reached out and turned Song Xueyan over, making a gesture to push it inside, "Go quickly—"

"Snapped!"

The object fell to the ground and made a sound, and the alarm clock stopped abruptly.

Yan Qi gloated, "Your alarm clock is dead, you need to buy a new one—"

"Snow cornice!"

A low and hoarse male voice interrupted Yan Qi's words, his face changed suddenly, and he couldn't help but tighten Song Xueyan's shoulder.The man in the room yelled again, with an extremely intimate tone, Yan Qi said in disbelief: "Is there someone in your room? You bring the man back!"

Song Xueyan was stunned by the yelling, "Huh?"

"You bastard, you still have face!" Yan Qi suddenly turned Song Xueyan back, and asked, "Are you in a relationship? You're in a relationship with a man!"

Song Xueyan stared at him for a few seconds, opened her mouth to answer, felt the strength of the hand holding the shoulder suddenly increase, as if she was very afraid of hearing his answer.He was amused in his heart, his mouth was rounded, and he yawned before he could say a word.

"You!" The veins on Yan Xi's forehead were all suffocated, "You're looking for a duckling, right? Ah? Ah! Now I'm filming, I worked hard all night on the set, and I still don't forget to do it for you when I come back." For breakfast, you found a duck for a spring night, so chic!"

Song Xueyan said: "Is it not possible?"

"Of course not—okay, okay, okay!" Yan Qi gritted his teeth, "If you want to whore or love to go somewhere else, what do you think of me when you bring someone back?" He stared at Song Xueyan, his tone extremely hateful "You are looking for a duck, you are looking for a duck, you, you! What kind of duck is so good? I want to see, what kind of duck is covered in gold—"

"What duck?"

Fu Yanle emerged from behind Song Xueyan, put his head on Song Xueyan's shoulder, and said with a dazed expression: "What duck are you talking about in the morning? Roast duck? Who bought it?"

"Brother Yanyan Yanle?!" Yan Qi stared wide-eyed. He had just been hit on the head by "Song Xueyan brought a man home, and the two of them lived in the same room", and was frightened by "This man is Fu Yanle". Shocked.

His gaze was like a wolf's, and he frantically sniffed back and forth between the two faces. Countless possibilities floated up in his mind, but he desperately suppressed them.Yan Qi's Adam's apple rolled, and he said anxiously: "You two...slept, slept together last night?!"

"What?" Fu Yanle yawned, he was standing here, his mind was still under the blanket.

Song Xueyan kindly reminded: "Oh, he thinks I brought a duck back to sleep, and this duck is you. The frightened look now probably suspects that the two of us slept last night, and you cuckolded his brother."

"Fuck!" Fu Yanle shuddered and woke up instantly, "Yanxi, you little animal, did the water in your brain come from the Yellow River!"

"Me!" Yan Qi glared at Song Xueyan resentfully, "You borrow a knife to kill someone!"

Song Xueyan spread her hands, "Didn't you call Yanle a duck? Or did you misunderstand?"

Yan Qi immediately retorted, "I said that the man in your house is a duck, but I didn't say that Brother Yanle is a duck!"

"But the man in my room is Yanle, so he is the duck in your mouth. And when you see Yanle, your first reaction is not to breathe a sigh of relief, but to be even more shocked, which means that the Yellow River is churning in your mind, and you are thinking about it." It's flooding." Song Xueyan flicked the dull hair on Fu Yanle's head with her fingers, her eyes pitying.

Fu Yanle's eyes flicked over, Yan Qi took half a step back, and said to Song Xueyan, "Song, you are too bad!"

"I think you deserve a beating!" Fu Yanle raised his hand and gave him a shudder, "Yellow eyes, dirty thoughts, extremely hateful!"

Yan Qi touched his forehead aggrievedly, "I'm sorry."

Fu Yanle dictated, "Why don't you hurry up and get some food?"

"Oh." Yan Qi turned his head and walked away. After walking a few steps, he didn't forget to turn his head and stare at Song Xueyan. Song Xueyan raised an eyebrow at him, opened his mouth slightly, and made a small mouth - idiot.

Yan Qi decided to put some rat poison in mung bean porridge.

"Go wash up."

Fu Yanle carried Song Xueyan into the room, squeezed in front of the sink to wash his face and brush his teeth.Fu Yanle is a delicate man, after washing his face, he has to do a set of morning skin care. In comparison, Song Xueyan is very rough, so he wiped his face and left the bedroom first.

Yan Qi was pouring porridge into a small bowl, Song Xueyan walked over and waited for a few seconds, Yan Qi didn't look up, just thought he was a breath of air.

Also put on the score.

Song Xueyan bent down, looked at Yan Qi, reached out and pressed his forehead, "Does it hurt?"

Yan Qi rolled his eyes at him, "The culprit, who just borrowed a knife to kill people, is now a good person again, I don't care."

"Did you misunderstand me first? Not only did you misunderstand that I brought a duck back to sleep, but you also misunderstood that I had an affair with Yanle." Yan Qi opened his mouth to refute, Song Xueyan raised his eyebrows to stop, Yan Qi curled his lips, with a look of embarrassment Guilty and aggrieved sample.Song Xueyan was amused, but still said: "You always misunderstand me."

Yan Qi heard the hidden grievance from Song Xueyan's tone, couldn't help being taken aback, and stammered: "I, when did I misunderstand you?"

"Before I misunderstood that I was angry with you, avoided you, and acted out a bitter scene by myself, but now I misunderstood that I was not upright, and I was not clear with my good friends. Both times, you didn't know it yourself, and you had the nerve to yell nonsense. "Song Xueyan turned around, her tone was low, "I'm in your heart, is it that bad?"

It’s over.

Yan Qi pursed his lips, and hurriedly said: "I didn't mean that, you, you..." He "you" came out of nowhere, and glanced around in a panic, but there were all pots and pans in front of him, and no one could see them. Can't coax Song Xueyan instead of him.There was no other way, Yan Qi had no choice but to dryly apologize.

"No need." Song Xueyan lowered her eyes, "It doesn't matter what you think of me."

The spoon in Yan Xi's hand was inserted into the porridge, and he took a step forward, next to Song Xueyan, his mind was full of images of his father coaxing Ms. Qi and his brother coaxing Fu Yanle.Those two men each have their own brilliant moves, but what they have in common is lowering their stature, perfect attitude, sweet tone, and solid content.

He racked his brains and finally choked out a word.

"Don't be angry, I'll buy you something delicious."

Song Xueyan looked over, stared at each other for a few seconds, then smiled and said, "Where are you coaxing the children?"

Yan Qi shook his head, "I've never coaxed a child before."

"Don't you have a younger brother?" Song Xueyan sat down and chose a bowl with the least porridge.

"Oh, then I haven't coaxed me, he coaxed me." Yan Qi turned to wash his hands and peeled the eggs for Song Xueyan. After a few seconds, he felt that it was not right to do so, and peeled the eggs for Fu Yanle again.

"I'm here." Fu Yanle took his seat, and pushed the small egg bowl in front of Yan Qi with disgust, "It's been hard filming, eat an egg to replenish your body."

Yan Qi hummed, "Just pick picky eaters."

"Your brother is not here, so I won't choose. When he comes back, I won't have to choose." Fu Yanle took a few sips of porridge from the bowl, put it down and said, "Hey, Aqi, have you called home recently?"

Yan Qi nodded, "They've all been beaten. Ms. Qi said she was going to visit the class, but I stopped her."

"That's right, it's so hot, don't let my aunt bother you." After Fu Yanle cared about this one, he was ready to care about the other one.

It's just that Song Xueyan's situation is a bit special.Although Song Xueyan never mentioned his family, since they met, he has never met Song Xueyan's family, nor heard Song Xueyan mention it, and even once before, he checked Song Xueyan's mobile phone communication When Lu called Fang Zhouji, he also found that there were no family members' phone numbers in the communication, as if Song Xueyan's family members were only his cat.

If the sense of existence is so low, either the family environment is extremely indifferent, or it is even worse than indifference.

Fu Yanle didn't want to accidentally poke Song Xueyan's sadness, so he asked casually: "By the way, brother Xueyan, have you been in touch with your netizen recently?"

Yan Qi was surprised, "You still have netizens."

Song Xueyan's hand holding the spoon froze, and said calmly, "That's right."

"He is not an easy netizen. They can be called a pair of bamboo horses in the online version. They have been in touch for more than ten years." Fu Yanle clicked his tongue. It is simply a fate given by God.”

A pair of bamboo horses?male.

Yan Qi drooled, and asked casually, "You can talk so well, are you the same age?"

Song Xueyan glanced at him, and said in the usual tone, "He is a few years younger than me, and about the same age as you, both at the right age for youth."

Being able to chat with Song Xueyan, his emotional intelligence is not low, maybe he is similar to the kind of guy who can make little girls happy.Young, able to talk and coax others, and long-term love, Yan Qi ate porridge with a depressed mood, and almost choked to death on a little bit of soft, glutinous mung bean.

Fu Yanle was still talking about that netizen, Yan Qi chewed a pickled cucumber, and suddenly said, "I also have a netizen."

"You also have netizens?" Fu Yanle was taken aback, "My boy, you are hiding very deeply."