Young master, he is not hated by everyone

After setting off the Kongming lanterns and parting ways with a group of friends, Song Ning and Wang Shuo took advantage of the night and took advantage of no one to kiss and hug.

The journey took more than 10 minutes, and it took almost an hour to walk.

Song Ning is sticky, hugging people and refusing to let go, he is already very good at being nice to Wang Shuo.

If it was a year ago, Song Ning would never have guessed that she, who has always been shy, would be so obsessed with another man now.

"I'll go back later, okay?" Song Ning's tone was very soft, and he clasped his fingers tightly, "My parents are here, so I can't hug him when I go back."

Wang Shuo patted his head, "Good boy."

"Would you like to come and sleep with me at night?" There was no other meaning, but she simply wanted Wang Shuo to be with her.

Chu Qing said that the reason why she was so attached to Wang Shuo was because the two were still in love.

But Song Ning himself didn't think so, no matter how long it took, he felt that he would still love Wang Shuo.

Even if people were by her side, Song Ning still felt that it was not enough.

Wang Shuo looked at Song Ning who was staring at him, but still shook his head, "Be good, don't make trouble, this is not good."

He was right, but Song Ning was still disappointed.

In the end, I could only say: "Then wait a little longer, okay? Brother..."

He stretched out his leg and rubbed Wang Shuo's calf with his calf, which was a bit of a dirty trick, but Wang Shuo was quite effective.

He really almost compromised, and in the end he reluctantly refused with his willpower that was about to collapse.

In the quiet countryside, because of the arrival of the New Year, firecrackers sounded from time to time in the distance.

Gorgeous fireworks exploded in the night sky, and Wang Shuo hugged Song Ning without much effort.

Song Ning, whose body was flying into the air, was not afraid at all. Instead, she subconsciously wrapped her legs around Wang Shuo's waist as she had done many times in the past.

Song Ning was pushed against the tree trunk by him, and the two exchanged sweetness in their mouths.

The sound of heavy breathing was hidden in the crackling of fireworks, Song Ning's body became limp, and the hand that was originally around Wang Shuo's neck gradually lowered.

Just as he was about to make trouble, he was caught by the other party. Like a cheetah dormant in the dark, Wang Shuo warned in a dangerous voice, "I can't touch you. My parents are here. They will definitely be able to tell at a glance."

Song Ning licked her upper lip with some insatiable desire, and finally said "um".

He was obedient and sweet, "I see, then let me down..."

Wang Shuo stared at him for a few more seconds, and finally kissed Song Ning on the forehead.

After returning home, Li Qingmei and Du Juan were making dumplings. They greeted each other with a smile, "Why have you been playing for so long? The dumplings are already finished. They are about to be put into the pot, so hurry up and wash your hands."

It was ten o'clock, and the Spring Festival Gala spread to the most exciting skit program, and the comedians' tricks made the audience laugh out loud.

Song Ning was actually not very hungry, but he couldn't stand the warm atmosphere.

His parents have only one child, and relatives rarely move around because of the distance. During the Chinese New Year, other people's homes are always full of laughter and laughter.

But my own home is much quieter, except for the different days, eating is no different from usual.

It's different now.

Song Ning was sitting at the dining table, looking at Song Jianguo and Wang Jiangang who were smoking together and talking about the Spring Festival Gala, Li Qingmei and Du Juan who were making dumplings and rolling out pastries, and Song Xiaoshuo who was lying on the mat.

——and Wang Shuo who was walking towards him with hot dumplings.

As the New Year's bell rang, Wang Shuo went outside the door with a circle of firecrackers in his arms. At zero o'clock, with the sound of firecrackers, the New Year was coming.

Accompanied by the Unforgettable tonight singing on TV, both parents gave out two red envelopes one after another.

There was no discussion at all before, but unexpectedly there was a tacit understanding.

"Hey, my cubs are so big, how can I still ask for your red envelopes." Li Qingmei felt embarrassed.

But Song Ning's mother said: "Could it be that my Ning Ning is not old? He is not an adult yet, it's just a lucky red envelope, take it."

Li Qingmei was really embarrassed, "That's different, Shuo Zai has already gone to work to make money, and Ning Ning is still studying."

Du Juan persisted, and finally persuaded Li Qingmei to let Wang Shuo accept it.

I have also watched the New Year's Eve, and I have also watched the Spring Festival Gala.

It was getting late, Song Ning yawned, and Wang Shuo immediately said, "I'll take you back to sleep."

In the past two days, she did not sleep much and consumed too much energy. Song Ning was really sleepy.

He rubbed his eyes, stood up, "OK."

Song Jianguo looked at his son with unclear eyes, "It's not very far away, Shuo Zai just let him go back by himself."

But Wang Shuo had already bent down and picked up Song Xiaoshuo who was lying on the mat, "Uncle, it's dark outside, Ning Ning doesn't often walk this way, let me see him off."

Wang Shuo's parents also said, "Yeah, it's so dark outside, and you're not far away, so it's okay to send it off."

Song Jianguo immediately followed the words: "Okay, you have worked hard, Shuo."

Wang Shuo took the flashlight from Li Qingmei, took Song Ning's hand as soon as he left the house, and said softly, "Be careful, there are stones on the ground."

Because he didn't have one hand free, Song Xiaoshuo was very uncomfortable being hugged. He yelled "meow meow meow" several times, but he was still ignored by his two fathers.

Wang Shuo didn't turn around after sending people downstairs, but accompanied Song Ning back to the room.

He brushed his teeth and washed his face with Song Ning, and then pushed him out of the bathroom, while he fetched a pot of hot water himself.

"Soak your feet, it will make you sleep more comfortably."

Song Ning hummed and sat on the edge of the bed, while Wang Shuo knelt down to take off his shoes.

Song Ning just ate dumplings, her stomach was full, she was a little sleepy, and her head turned very slowly.

He looked down at Wang Shuo, and said softly, "I can do it myself..."

Wang Shuo smiled, "I like to take care of you."

These words came from the heart, not only did Wang Shuo not think taking care of Song Ning was a troublesome thing, on the contrary he enjoyed it even more.

It's a weird feeling.

He wants to control everything about Song Ning, his basic necessities, food, housing, transportation, seeing him wearing the clothes and shoes he bought, cooking for him, coaxing him to sleep, bathing him, even Song Ning's nails are given by Wang Shuo. cut.

He enjoys it, and likes the way Song Ning relies on him wholeheartedly.

The hot water warmed my slightly cold feet comfortably, Song Ning narrowed her eyes slightly, propped her hands on the bed, and occasionally moaned.

Like the lazy Song Xiaoshuo, he is obedient, soft and sweet.

"My stomach is full..." Song Ning rubbed her stomach, her flat stomach was bulging because of the big bowl of dumplings.

"Rub it for you later?" Wang Shuo asked him.

Song Ning shook his head, and suddenly asked, "Does it look like she's pregnant?"

Wang Shuo panicked, coughed lightly, stumbled rarely, "You, what are you talking about?"

"Brother..." Song Ning called him.

"what happened?"

Song Ning asked him, "Do you like children?"

His tone was so serious, Wang Shuo teased him, "What? If you like it, you want to give birth to me?"

"No..." Seeing his meticulous appearance, Song Ning suddenly remembered the scene when he was shopping at the canteen today. The group of children surrounded Wang Shuo, almost all praising him.

Wang Shuo was also very patient at the time, and it was not difficult to see that the children liked him very much.

Song Ning said, "I just want to ask you if you like it."

"I don't like it, it's very annoying for a child to cry." Wang Shuo pressed Song Ning's feet with hot water, and said, "But if you gave birth to me, I might like it."

"Don't tease me, I won't be able to give birth again." Song Ning smiled.

He still had the red envelope that Li Qingmei had just given him in his pocket, and when he thought of the offspring they mentioned just now, he felt inexplicably guilty.

The blood of the old Wang family is about to be cut off by himself.

Wang Shuo took the towel, carefully took Song Ning's feet out of the water and dried them, and kissed the back of his feet, "I'm not teasing you, go to sleep."

When the dry lips fell, Song Ning's heart also missed a beat.

Wang Shuo poured out the water in the basin. After washing his hands, he came back and twisted the quilt for him. He grabbed Song Xiaoshuo who was trying to climb into the bed, turned on the small lamp beside the bed, dimmed the light, and accompanied Song Ning It took a while to get up and leave.

When Wang Shuo went downstairs, he happened to meet Song Ning's parents who had come back. They both smiled and asked, "Ning Ning, are you asleep?"

"Already asleep."

Du Juan was very embarrassed, and he and Song Jianguo looked at each other, thinking that Wang Shuo was so kind to his son.

The more they watched the two children get along, the more satisfied they were with Wang Shuo, thinking that the other party would never bully Song Ning.

Song Jianguo boasted that he was always accurate in judging people, and this time was no exception.

"Thanks for your hard work, Shuo Zai. Uncles and aunts will always remember your kindness to Ningning." Du Juan said to him, "It's already 1 o'clock, so you should go back to sleep quickly. Your mother said that tomorrow is the first day of the new year. Get up early and go to the temple to offer incense.”

After bidding farewell to Song Ning's parents, Wang Shuo returned home lightly, but found that Li Qingmei was still waiting for him in the main room.

"Where's my dad?" Wang Shuo asked.

"I've gone upstairs to sleep." Li Qingmei replied lightly.

"Then why don't you go to bed?"

This time, my mother didn't answer right away, and the room was so quiet that it was unnaturally quiet.

"Mom?" Wang Shuo called out to her.

Li Qingmei came back to her senses, and patted the old sofa beside her, "Mom wants to talk to you about something."

Between mother and child, flesh and blood are connected.

Wang Shuo immediately understood what she wanted to say.

He walked over and sat next to Li Qingmei, "I'm listening."

Li Qingmei wanted to speak but stopped, stopped talking but wanted to.

It took a long time to speak with difficulty, "You, you and Ningning, what is the relationship between you two?" Li Qingmei's hands trembled slightly as she spoke.

Wang Shuo replied calmly, "You know."

"Answer me, are you and him..." Li Qingmei asked.

"Yes." Wang Shuo did not hesitate.

"You guys!!!" Li Qingmei raised her voice unconsciously, glanced upstairs again with a guilty conscience, and said in a low voice: "You two are men, how can you?! When did it start?! Was it him... ..."

"No!" Wang Shuo interrupted Li Qingmei, "It was Song Ning who I liked first, I chased him, but he didn't agree at first, and he still avoided me, I'm the bastard."