Really young master, he came to the pride gate

Song Fanyin was too lazy to make complicated meals, so he used the leftover whistle at noon to make a bowl of soup noodles. The noodles were not kneaded by himself, but dried noodles.

But since that was the case, Huo Chiyan also ate with relish, and took the initiative to rinse the pot after eating.

Song Fanyin sat in the living room with cold brows and swiped his cell phone. When he heard Huo Chiyan coming out of the kitchen, he didn't even lift his head.

"Can you get out?"

Huo Chiyan paused for a while with his sleeves on his hands, "I'll go tell Grandpa and leave."

Song Fanyin: "..."

When he can't hear it as a threat?

He laughed back angrily, and raised his eyelids coldly, "You try?"

Huo Chiyan's eyes flickered slightly, he walked to the sofa, and put Song Fanyin between himself and the sofa, his voice low.

"Then don't let me go, let me celebrate your grandpa's birthday."

The two were very close, the man's warm breath sprayed on his face, his cold black eyes were calm, and his reflection could be clearly seen from inside.

Song Fanyin just felt annoyed, tilted his head back, and said coldly, "Huo Chiyan, are you still shameless?"

Huo Chiyan chuckled, and moved closer, almost touching Song Fanyin's lips, "No more, here you are."

Song Fanyin: "..."

What does he want his face for?Step on the ground to play?

With a cold face, he pushed people away, "Go away."

Huo Chiyan couldn't help laughing again, this time he didn't make trouble again, "I'm only staying for one night, and I'm leaving tomorrow."

Song Fanyin ignored him, walked upstairs with a sullen face.

A light flashed in Huo Chiyan's eyes, and he quickly followed.

Back in the room, Song Fanyin dragged out a quilt and threw it on the floor, "You lay on the floor."

Huo Chiyan bent his lips and smiled, "It's all up to you."

Song Fanyin: "..."

Laugh fart.

He turned off the headlight with a cold face, leaving a small lamp behind, and nestled into the bed.

Looking at his movements, Huo Chiyan couldn't help feeling a pain in his heart. He took off his clothes and lay down on the ground silently.

During the three years of his marriage, he never turned off the lights when drinking and sleeping. He only regarded it as a habit, but he never thought deeply about the reason.

Seeing it now makes me feel uncomfortable.

Song Fanyin ignored him, closed his eyes, and began to sleep. In the middle of the night, he was woken up by an intermittent moan.

His phoenix eyes narrowed, and he subconsciously looked towards the ground, only to see Huo Chiyan frowning in pain, his face flushed.

This should be sick?

Song Fanyin was a little irritable and annoyed. He walked over and patted his cheek, "Huo Chiyan, Huo Chiyan."

Huo Chiyan opened his eyes in a daze, his voice hoarse, "Yinyin, what's the matter? Are you afraid of the dark and can't sleep? Don't be afraid, I'll be with you."

After speaking, he held Song Fanyin's hand.

He didn't realize that something was wrong with him.

An inexplicable emotion rose in Song Fanyin's heart, he said a dirty word in a low voice, picked him up, and dragged him to the bed.

"Where's your medicine?"

Huo Chiyan's consciousness was not clear, and he said in a daze, "It's in the pocket."

Song Fanyin dug out Huo Chiyan's clothes, took out the medicine from his pocket, poured two pills into his mouth, couldn't hold back, and said coldly: "Are you sick? You are not in good health, why are you still sick?" Such a toss."

Huo Chiyan took the medicine, but still felt uncomfortable. He leaned his head weakly on Song Fanyin's arms, and said in a low voice, "I miss you, I want to see you."

Song Fanyin: "..."

damn it.

He couldn't hold back, and slapped Huo Chiyan on the face. It wasn't heavy, even light.

"Treat yourself if you're sick, what's going on here?"

Huo Chiyan was wronged by the slap, pursed his thin lips, and regained his sanity a little.

He sat up straight with difficulty, "I'll go back to Lanyue. You go to bed first."

Song Fanyin: "..."

He sleeps ass.

With cold eyes, he caught him back and pressed him into the bed, "I'll clean you up tomorrow, and sleep with me now."

The corners of Huo Chiyan's lips curled up involuntarily, and he wrapped his arms around his waist, "Thank you, Yinyin, you are so kind."

Song Fanyin: "..."

With a cold face, he pushed Huo Chiyan's arm aside.

The two had slept together in the same bed for three years, and there was nothing unaccustomed to sleeping together, but Song Fanyin found it annoying.

When Huo Chiyan fell asleep, he closed his eyes with a cold face.

He slept very tired all night, and when he woke up the next day, Song Fanyin found himself being hugged by Huo Chiyan, and Huo Chiyan's thigh was still pressing on him.

No wonder he had been dreaming about being entangled by an octopus all night.

He pushed Huo Chiyan away and sat up.

As soon as he moved, Huo Chiyan Yiqiao also woke up, with a lazy brow, smiling, "Good morning."

Song Fanyin ignored it, went to the bathroom to wash his face, and went downstairs directly.

Huo Chiyan looked at his back, slightly hooked his lower lip, and sat up from the bed.

Mr. Song has already woken up. He is old and less sleepy. When he saw Song Fanyin, he let out a sigh, "Whoever messed with my grandson will be unhappy early in the morning."

Xiao Yin was brought up by him alone, and he knows the grandson's emotions like the back of his hand.

Song Fanyin pressed the center of his eyebrows, "I'm fine, I didn't sleep well."

Mr. Song understood in seconds, and winked at him, "I understand, the young man is very angry."

Song Fanyin: "..."

No, grandpa, what are you imagining?

Song Qianen also woke up. He asked the school for leave today to celebrate Mr. Song's birthday. Hearing his jokes, he couldn't laugh or cry for a while.

His father is also true, how dare he say such a thing?Not to mention, Xiaoyan and Xiaoyin are both divorced, so it's even more impossible to do that kind of thing.

But there is no way to explain this matter, so I have to pretend that I didn't hear it.

"Dad, I'm going to the cemetery today, has Aunt Li prepared any snacks?"

Today is the old man's birthday. In previous years, on this day, the old man would sit in front of the old lady's grave for a while.

Mr. Song didn't care about being caught on the topic, and waved his hands with a smile, "It's ready, just take it with you later, eat first, and go together after dinner."

Just as he was talking, Huo Chiyan also came down.

A few people go to eat first.

Aunt Li prepared breakfast, porridge and side dishes, and served with steamed buns.

After eating, several people set off to the cemetery.

The cemetery is not far away, just on the mountain behind, and it can be reached in four to ten minutes on foot.

Mr. Song was leaning on crutches, and Song Qian'en was beside him, supporting him carefully.

Song Fanyin and Huo Chiyan were two steps behind and walked side by side.

When they arrived at the cemetery, Song Qianen cleaned the cemetery, and Song Yinfan placed the tribute on it.

Elder Song squatted down, stroked the photo on the tombstone, and talked with a smile.

"I've been fine recently, and my bones have improved a lot. How are you doing down there, okay? Please bless Qian En and find Chen Bao quickly."

Huo Chiyan raised his eyebrows, looked at Song Fanyin, "Chenbao?"

Song Fanyin didn't bother to talk to him, and replied without emotion, "My uncle's child."

Huo Chiyan paused, and didn't ask any more questions.

After staying for a while, a few people went back.

Song Fanyin cooks in the kitchen to celebrate Mr. Song's birthday.

Aunt Li helped out.

Huo Chiyan and Song Qian'en chatted with Mr. Song for a while, and after the meeting, they also went into the kitchen to help.

Song Fanyin glanced coldly and did not refuse.

The meal was ready quickly, Song Qianen took out the cake that had been ordered in advance, and smiled gently, "Dad, I wish you a happy birthday, Shoubi Nanshan."

Mr. Song laughed, "Okay, okay, life is better than Nanshan."

Song Fanyin took out the gift prepared in advance, it was a very good writing brush.

Huo Chiyan also prepared a gift, which was an inkstone, "Grandpa, happy birthday."

Mr. Song's eyes lit up, "Duanyan? Look at the pattern, it's quite old, isn't it a lot of money?"

Huo Chiyan's lips curled up, "It didn't cost much."

Mr. Song was well-informed and knew that this inkstone was not cheap, so he accepted it happily, and looked at Huo Chiyan with more kind eyes, "Oh, grandpa likes it so much."

Song Fanyin: "..."

Did this surname Huo do it on purpose?Knowing that his grandfather likes these things, deliberately spending a lot of money to make him happy?

Huo Chiyan smiled lightly, "As long as Grandpa likes it."

Don't eat the cake first, eat first.

When he was about to finish eating, Song Qianen's phone rang, and his eyes lit up after listening to the other party's words, "Really?"

The other party didn't know what to reply, he said he would go over immediately, hung up the phone, and said to Mr. Song: "Dad, there is news about Chen Bao over there, I'll go over and have a look, you guys eat first."

Mr. Song was overwhelmed with surprise, "Is there really any news?"

Song Qian'en nodded, the corners of his lips curved greatly, "It looks like the photo, I'll go and have a look first. Xiaoyin, take care of your grandpa first."

Song Fanyin knew that Song Qianen had been looking for Chenbao all these years, so he nodded slightly, "I'll ask someone to come with you."

Song Qianen waved his hand, "Don't be in a hurry, I'll check the situation first. Just in case..."

He didn't say what was left.

Song Fanyin knew what Song Qianen wanted to say, nodded slightly, "OK."

Song Qianen left in a hurry.

Elder Song couldn't take it anymore, he let out a long sigh, "I hope this time it's not just joy."

Chen Bao is Qian En's child, who was abducted when he was three years old. In the past five years, Qian En has been looking for him, but every time he returns disappointed, I hope this time it will not.

Song Fanyin paused, "Hope."

Huo Chiyan's eyes flickered, and he didn't ask any more questions. After Mr. Song went to take a nap, he raised his eyes and looked at Song Fanyin.

"What's the situation, Chen Bao?"

Song Fanyin leaned back on the chair lazily, "It's nothing. I was kidnapped five years ago, and my uncle has been looking for it for the past few years."

Huo Chiyan frowned.

This was the first time he had heard of it, but he didn't blame Song Fanyin. After three years of marriage, the number of times he saw the Song family could be counted on one's fingers.

In the afternoon, Song Qian'en called back and said that the place was in a mountainous area far away, and he planned to go and have a look.

Song Fanyin frowned slightly, paused for two seconds, and swallowed back the dissuading words.

I thought I was just going to take a look, whether it was true or not, I would call back the next day, but Song Qianen didn't call back until noon the next day.

Song Fanyin called, but couldn't get through.

Huo Chiyan didn't go back for the past two days, and stayed in the Song residence with the cheek to stay. Seeing that Song Fanyin's brows were tightened, he said slowly, "Someone go and see?"

In the past few years, countless people have been trapped in the mountains because they were looking for their children. In serious cases, people in the mountains have broken their legs and feet.

In the eyes of those who buy the child, the child is theirs when they buy it, and if they want to go back, they will do nothing.

Song Fanyin's face was cold, and he got up to make a phone call, but Huo Chiyan grabbed his wrist.

He looked up impatiently, "Let go."

Huo Chiyan lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Yinyin, I just want to help you."