Three Batches of Dog Blood Stories

Zhou Xun was cramped, cramped was written in every cell, and Zhao Qin was flustered, with panic in every look.

Zhao Qin wanted to explain, but Song Cheng hugged him and cried, not giving him a chance to explain, and asked while crying, "Why don't you talk, is it because I'm not good enough to be a child?"

Zhou Xun was frightened: "Brother Zhao, I, I'll rest, rest, rest first, you are busy."

Zhao Tan quickly pointed Zhou Xun to the guest room to avoid embarrassment.

Song Cheng hugged Zhao Tan and hummed, the tears finally flowed clean, his eyes were frighteningly red.

Zhao Tan was helpless, Song Cheng's appearance, he couldn't even say serious words.

After hugging for a while, Song Cheng asked: "What about others?"

Zhao Tan said, "Sleep."

"Sleeping?" Song Cheng was still thinking about serving together, "Why are you sleeping?"

"It's getting late after two o'clock, and it's time for you to go to rest." Zhao Qin finally breathed a sigh of relief and let go of Song Cheng's pinch.

Song Cheng saw Zhao Tan walking towards the guest room, and panicked: "You, are you sleeping with him?"

of course not.The extra quilts at home are kept in the guest room, and the sofa has to be covered with quilts.Worried that Song Cheng would jump out and say "add him", Zhao Qin had no choice but to tell the truth: "It's just a quilt."

"Oh." Song Cheng had a rare flash of thought: "You want to sleep on the sofa?"

Zhao Qin nodded.

"Don't sleep on the sofa, I'll sleep on the sofa." Song Cheng lowered his head and said, "I'm not sleepy."

Zhao Qin was shocked.When the sun really came out from the west, Song Cheng was actually caring for him.

Song Cheng pushed Zhao Tan to the bedroom: "Go to sleep, it's getting late."

Zhao Tan was relieved, he had the mentality of a parent who was respected by his children, but it was a pity that the child didn't have enough to eat, and within a few seconds of being moved, the child's stomach started to growl.

Song Cheng showed no sign of embarrassment, and looked at Zhao Qin expectantly with his eyes.

Zhao Tan asked, "Are you hungry?"

Song Cheng nodded, and couldn't wait to be miserable: "I drank a cup of coffee all day."

Zhao Qin was speechless: "Why don't you starve to death?"

Song Cheng snorted twice, but did not refute.

Zhao Qin conceded defeat, stepped over the threshold of the bedroom, and walked to the kitchen.

"What to eat?"

Song Cheng leaned behind Zhao Tan and looked at the refrigerator: "Just noodles—add tomatoes, eggs, ham, green onions, and shrimps."

Zhao Tan took everything out and was about to close the refrigerator door when Song Cheng took out a can of beef jerky.

Zhao Qin glanced at Song Cheng, who was taken aback for a moment, then raised the beef jerky and asked, "I want to eat it, can't I?"

"Eat it." Zhao Tan said helplessly, "It's fine if it's not expired."

The snacks and fruits at home are basically bought for Song Cheng, and Zhao Qin himself doesn't often eat anything other than vegetables.

Song Cheng took the plastic jar and went to the kitchen with Zhao Qin. Song Cheng chewed the beef jerky for a while and thought it tasted good, so he fed it to Zhao Qin.When Zhao Qin refused to eat, Song Cheng coaxed softly: "It's delicious, let's have a taste."

Perhaps because of the embarrassment of Song Cheng raising his arms, Zhao Qin still opened his mouth to eat.

Song Cheng asked: "Is it delicious?"

Zhao Tan replied: "It's okay."

"Oh." Song Cheng remembered something, and walked out of the kitchen, "I remember something delicious, wait a minute."

After a while, Song Cheng came with chocolate beans. He ate two and fed Zhao Qin again, but Zhao Qin turned his head and didn't take it.

"It's delicious, and you won't suffer a loss." Song Cheng tried his best to sell it.

When the water boiled, Zhao Qin scooped water into the soup bowl he had prepared earlier, and he reached for the noodles. Song Cheng, who was pinching chocolate beans, stood upright in front of the noodles, quite in the way.

Zhao Tan sincerely suggested to Song Cheng: "Can you go to the living room and wait?"

"Why?" Song Cheng was unwilling, "Isn't the kitchen quite spacious?"

Zhao Tan moved away from Song Cheng, got the noodles, and threw them into the pot.

Song Cheng blushed a little: "Why did you... suddenly move your hands and feet."

Zhao Tan didn't care about him. After putting the lid on the pot, he took out his phone to reply to the message.

During the department dinner, he was busy eating and drinking, so he didn't reply to many messages.

Song Cheng's whole body was rippling, and after putting down the chocolate beans, he quietly hugged Zhao Qin.

Zhao Qin browsed briefly, and finished replying to work-related matters first, and then dealt with personal matters.

"Actually, I'm not that hungry." Song Cheng cautiously opened his arms and wrapped them around Zhao Qin, "Then I still have some strength."

Zhao Qin answered the message seriously, completely ignoring what the "mosquito" was humming in his ear.Zhao Qin has relatively few friends, and Song Qi is the only person he has contacted the most recently that has nothing to do with work.

Some time ago, President Song Qi asked Zhao Qin to "come out for tea". Recently, he only asked Zhao Tan when he would have time to pick up the things left at home.Zhao Tan pushed three times and blocked four times, but he has not gone until now.

"Zhao Tan?" Song Cheng didn't get a response for a long time. He looked at Zhao Tan, and he hurriedly glanced at the phone interface. He couldn't see who the person was chatting with, so Zhao Qin put away the phone.

"Who are you chatting with, so devoted?" Song Cheng wanted to pretend to be relaxed, but the actual tone was sour.

"No one." Zhao Tan wanted to cover up, so he lifted the lid of the pot to look at the noodles.

Song Cheng blinked, and leaned over to look at the noodles.

"It's done." Zhao Tan scooped up the noodles, sprinkled with chopped green onion, took the shrimps from the steamer and put them on a plate: "Take it out and eat."

Song Cheng picked out some noodles with chopsticks on the dining table.Zhao Qin stayed in the kitchen, and Song Chengneng could see Zhao Qin staring at the phone in a daze after lighting a cigarette.

Zhao Qin was in a daze, and he only took a puff of the cigarette he lit, and then it was like a stick of incense, smoking between his fingers.

Song Cheng returned to the kitchen with the bowl in his hand, Zhao Tan asked, "Are you full?"

Song Seung said, "There are no slices of ham."

Zhao Tan immediately cut off three pieces and threw them into the microwave.

Song Seung said, "There are no tomatoes either."

Zhao Qin pointed to the sliced ​​tomato.

Song Seung said, "I want tomato soup base."

Zhao Tan took back the noodle bowl, held the noodles with chopsticks, poured the soup into a new pot, brought it to a boil and threw away the tomatoes.

Song Cheng was still able to criticize: "The dough is lumpy."

Zhao Tan understood completely, and ordered another portion of noodles, and by the way, poured out the steamed prawns and steamed another portion.

Zhao Qin asked: "Can I take it to the living room to eat now?"

Song Cheng refused, and Song Cheng was still struggling with the question from 800 years ago: "Who did you chat with just now?"