Three Batches of Dog Blood Stories

Zhao Qin started to work in the kitchen, skillfully chopping vegetables with a kitchen knife, twisted his neck and raised his head, and saw Song Cheng leaning against the door.

Zhao Qin put down the kitchen knife and asked, "What are you doing?"

Song Cheng came over, put his head on Zhao Qin's shoulder, put his body on Zhao Qin's back, and said, "Hungry."

Zhao Tan troubled: "Find something to cushion your stomach."

Song Cheng was like a child, he would cry hungry when he couldn't make it to the meal time, and he would fill his stomach with snacks when he was hungry, and when the meal was ready, there would be no room in his stomach, and he would only be picky with his chopsticks.

"Don't eat anything else." Song Cheng slowly put his hand into the hem of Zhao Tan's clothes, and touched up along the side of his waist.

Zhao Tan admired Song Cheng, was sick and hungry, and still had enough strength to do this job.

Seeing that Zhao Tan didn't refuse, Song Cheng became bolder and rubbed Zhao Tan's chest. Zhao Qin was speechless, and pulled out Song Cheng's unruly hand, asking, "Have you had enough trouble?"

Song Cheng said: "This is where it is."

After finishing speaking, he wanted to reach in to touch it again. Zhao Qin grabbed Song Cheng's wrist, pulled him to his side, and sincerely asked, "Can you calm down for a while?"

Song Cheng said: "I want to spend more time with you, can't I?"

Zhao Tan said, "It's obviously adding to the chaos."

Song Cheng sniffed pitifully: "Hate me again."

Zhao Qin didn't know what to say.

Song Cheng actually hates the kitchen very much. He likes to eat Chinese food, but he doesn't like the oily fumes during the cooking process of Chinese food. The dishes to be washed and the bowls to be brushed, especially fried sausages, are very smelly when washed.

Song Cheng didn't need to use his brain to know that Zhao Tan would mess around with his brother in the kitchen, cooking in name, but actually having sex, which was very promiscuous.

Song Cheng refused to admit defeat, his brother can mess around in the kitchen, and he can mess around in the kitchen too.

Song Cheng picked up a discarded leaf and said, "I'll wash the vegetables for you."

Zhao Tan rubbed his temples: "No, you can help me by lying down in the room."

Song Cheng disagreed: "Stop looking down on people, I can still wash the dishes."

As he spoke, Song Cheng turned on the faucet, and the water jet rushed onto the vegetable leaves and wet Song Cheng's clothes.Zhao Tan hurriedly turned on the faucet and dragged Song Cheng away from the sink.

"Live ancestors." Zhao Qin lifted Song Cheng's clothes, and it was soaked from chest to back.

Song Cheng sneezed very cooperatively.

Zhao Qin shook his head straight. This time he supervised Song Cheng to change his clothes, and by the way, he stuffed Song Cheng into the quilt, forcing him to lie down and not move around.

Song Seung was very sad, after being sick, he became fragile and easily sad.

"Zhao Tan..." Song Cheng hid half of his face under the quilt, his voice was dull: "Are you annoying me?"

Zhao Tan didn't say anything, he usually wouldn't say anything that hurt Song Cheng.

Song Cheng shrank into the quilt little by little, and began to shut himself up.

"They all like my brother, but they don't like me." Song Cheng became more and more sad as he said, "But he is a liar."

Maybe people are like this, willing to be deceived by a beautiful surface.

"actually……"

You're not that annoying either.

Zhao Qin didn't say the whole thing, even if he ran over to take care of Song Cheng, he still couldn't convince himself that it was the right thing to do.

It's not that Song Cheng really can't find someone to take care of him, he has other friends, other boyfriends and girlfriends, no matter how bad he is, he still has money, as long as he wants, he can't lack caretakers.

Zhao Qin glanced at his phone, and there were only a few hours left before his usual off-duty time. He sighed and went back to the kitchen to cook.

After doing everything, he asked Song Cheng to get up. Song Cheng took a long time to get up. When he sat down and took his chopsticks, Zhao Qin had already put on his coat and was about to leave.

"Where are you going?" Song Cheng's mind was still confused, he couldn't figure out why Zhao Qin didn't have dinner with him.

Zhao Qin said while changing his shoes, "The doctor will come in half an hour, please remember to open the door."

Song Cheng asked: "Are you going to my brother's place?"

Zhao Qin admitted: "Well, he is waiting for me at home."

Song Cheng asked: "Can't we leave after eating?"

Zhao Tan hesitated for a few seconds, then refused: "No, he's done it."

Song Cheng was lost.