Seduce a shy loyal dog

Chapter 14

ask me to accompany you

Zhou Lang spread out a blanket and slept on the sofa overnight. He obviously went to bed very late, but the rooster outside just crowed, and he opened his eyes wide awake.

Putting on the slippers, he walked lightly and walked to the bed. Song Yirong was still sleeping, even wrapped in the quilt, only the part above the nose was exposed.

Even when she was asleep, Song Yirong's eyelashes were still trembling uneasily, very subtle, but Zhou Lang was too close to him, so he could see clearly.

Song Yirong, what are you sad about?

Can I help you share?

With many and chaotic thoughts in his head, Zhou Lang lightly touched Song Yirong's warm eyelids and the tip of his small nose with his fingertips, and then, Zhou Lang only glanced at it, and his heart beat faster.

After a night's rest, Song Yirong's lips had regained some color, with a faint redness on them.

It looks very soft.

His gaze couldn't help tracing his lip line over and over again, Zhou Lang felt that his behavior was excessive and impolite.

But damn it, he couldn't hold back his gaze at all.

Even reluctant to leave for a minute and a second.

And that little mole, why did it grow so well, the rough fingertips slowly moved down, and when it touched Song Yirong's Adam's apple, it was only slightly raised, and the neck was soft and slender, making her white as jade.

Zhou Lang only pressed it lightly, then quickly withdrew his hand.

Song Yirong actually looks very delicate, but the single eyelid that always droops slightly, and the faint smile that is not very warm, add a lot of indifference to him.Therefore, it is easy to make people think that he is very independent and that he will not need protection.

"Are you trying to strangle me?" Song Yirong opened his eyes at some point, and his voice was still confused as if he had gone to bed early. Before he could reply, he said again, "Huh?"

Zhou Lang cleared his throat and said, "No."

"Still dizzy?" he asked.

"Head?" Song Yirong recalled it for a few seconds, then he was stunned for a moment, and after realizing it, he covered his head with the quilt as quickly as lightning, and the quilt bulged into a small bag. "What did I do last night?"

There was a slight smile in Zhou Lang's eyes, but he still said truthfully: "You are drunk."

"Oh," Song Yirong poked his head out of the quilt, got up and lifted the quilt out of bed, with two locks of hair standing up messily on his head. After he put on his shoes, he stood up straight, with a serious face, and said, "What happened last night?" You act like it never happened."

Zhou Lang nodded and said, "Well, yes."

Song Yirong brushed his hair irritably, frowned, and looked at Zhou Lang: "You..."

Zhou Lang looked at him patiently.

Song Yirong smashed the jar, looked straight at him, and asked, "How many abdominal muscles do you have?"

Zhou Lang finally couldn't help tilting his head, and the smile on the corner of his mouth could hardly be hidden, and he asked, "Do you need me to take off my clothes?"

Song Yirong's complexion paused, a little blush appeared, and he said, "No need."

After finally getting ready to go home, Song Yirong just walked to the gate of Zhou Lang's courtyard when he bumped into Jian Ran walking towards him.

She was wearing a light yellow skirt, and she was bouncing around. When she saw Song Yirong, her smile burst into a big smile, and her speed also accelerated. She ran over to say hello, "Hi, are you here to see Zhou Lang too?"

Song Yirong replied vaguely, "En."

Jian Ran reacted belatedly, and whispered, "It seems to be only 06:30, why is it so early."

After she muttered to herself, she looked up again, but now she couldn't even see Song Yirong's figure.

Jian Ran stomped her feet on the spot, stretched her neck and looked again, but there was indeed no one left.

"Why are you so strange?" When Jian Ran entered the door, Zhou Lang was standing at the door looking out. She glanced at him and asked suspiciously, "There are smiles on the corners of the eyes and brows, is there something happy?"

"Also?" Zhou Lang came back to his senses and asked, "Who else?"

"Tsk, my soul is out of my body, isn't it just the pretty little brother who just left your house, his expression is also like yours, it's weird." Jian Ran has big eyes, and after speaking, his mind is immediately occupied by another thought, Thinking about the business, she asked cheerfully, "Auntie Xiu asked me to come over early today, is there anything delicious for me?"

Fang Wenxiu heard Jian Ran's voice, responded in the back room, and shouted: "Ran Ran is here? I'm in the kitchen, come in quickly."

As soon as Song Yirong came home, Lulu happily ran over, twirling around his trousers, Song Yirong was looking for some comfort, and just wanted to hug the cat into his arms.

In the next second, Lulu sniffed at him, then took a half step back on tiptoe, Song Yirong's hand was in the air, meeting the cat's round eyes.

Lulu didn't blink her eyes, looked at him, seemed aggrieved, and meowed: Do you have another cat?

Song Yirong angrily threw the beer cans he drank last night into the trash can, turned around, and saw Zhou Lang walking over with an insulated box, so he asked, "Where are you going?"

Zhou Lang said, "Looking for you."

Song Yirong said: "What's the matter?"

Zhou Lang said: "You left in such a hurry in the morning, my mother asked if you didn't have breakfast, and asked me to bring you some fried rice with eggs."

Zhou Lang spoke seriously, but too many things were revealed by his easily reddened pinnae.Song Yirong recalled the feeling of the palm of his hand last night, it was tight and elastic, completely different from his own soft belly.

"Hey," he pretended to be serious, "you have something on your neck."

Zhou Lang touched it with his hands, but found nothing, but Song Yirong had already moved closer, his soft hair was close to his eyes, and he smelled the fresh fragrance of shampoo.

Song Yirong touched his Adam's apple with his fingers, and he could clearly feel the Adam's apple sliding, and the trembling sensation came through the skin, causing a burst of numbness.

Zhou Lang asked: "Song Yirong, are you ready?"

Song Yirong withdrew his hand, rubbed his fingertips on his side, and said, "Okay, a bird flew away just now."

Like coaxing a child, Zhou Lang said, "Well, let's have breakfast."

Zhou Lang handed him the insulated box, and didn't let go in a hurry. The two were in a stalemate. Song Yirong grabbed the handle, but couldn't move it. He stood there and looked at Zhou Lang suspiciously.

Zhou Lang loosened his fingertips and said in a low voice, "Don't drink alone next time."

Song Yirong lowered his eyes slowly, and his eyes fell on a certain pebble on the ground. The temperature in the morning was pleasant, and his skin was warm and cool.

Zhou Lang didn't stop, and continued: "If you really want to drink, ask me to accompany you, so that you won't feel lonely."

The eyes he looked at Song Yirong were still calm and gentle.

Song Yirong twitched the corners of his mouth, trying to force a smile, but his face became extremely stiff at this moment, and even his tongue was clumsy, so he could only squeeze out a single sound from his throat, "En."

Zhou Lang put the insulated box safely into his hands, rubbed his head casually with his free hand, and said, "You eat first, I have to go to work."

As soon as Song Yirong came home, he picked up Lulu, and teased the kitten's chin with his slender fingers, making the cat's eyes narrow when he touched it.

The kitten nestled in Song Yirong's arms, feeling extremely comfortable. When he was about to fall asleep in a daze, he was suddenly left on the sofa by the owner.

Lulu raised his head in a daze, but Song Yirong had already walked away with the insulated box in his arms. The kitten was wronged again and meowed several times, but its cruel master never turned his head back.

Song Yirong didn't know what was wrong with him, he couldn't step on the ground, and his mind was light. He felt that his soul had been sucked out, and his body couldn't be controlled by himself.

The back of my hand touched my face, it was so hot.

-

Zhou Lang changed to a new job, working as a construction worker in a large-scale decoration company. It was better than those pure coolies, and the salary was much higher, but it was also tiring.

Moreover, the distance between the company and his home is quite far. Every day, he has to ride a motorcycle to the town, park the car in a fixed parking space, and then take the bus to work.

After such a toss, he had to start an hour earlier every day to catch up with the company's clock-in time.

"Zhou Lang, doesn't the company have a dormitory for employees?" A colleague asked him, "It's so hard for you to run around every day. I'm so tired just looking at it."

Zhou Lang stopped what he was doing, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "It's okay, I'm not tired."

The colleague smiled and said, "It's only you who can endure this hardship. Just now we discussed going to have a drink after get off work. Would you like to go?"

Zhou Lang shook his head and apologized, "No, there are people waiting at home."

Taking advantage of the break, the colleague tried his best to gossip and asked, "My wife? Are you married? How old is the child?"

Zhou Lang laughed and said, "Not married."

The colleague was overjoyed, and said, "It's just right that you're not married. Another day, I'll introduce you. With your appearance, you won't have to worry about finding a girlfriend."

Zhou Lang picked up the water bottle and drank his saliva, wiped the water stains from the corner of his mouth, and said, "No need."

"What's the matter?" The colleague smiled, "If you're willing, I'll match you up in these two days."

Zhou Lang refused again, "No need, I have someone I like."

The colleague is also very open-minded, "Okay, okay, I look forward to your good news."

Zhou Lang nodded, "Thank you."

After getting off the bus, Zhou Lang found a parking space, and just as he put on his helmet, his phone rang.

I could have checked it when I got home, but out of nowhere, Zhou Lang turned on his phone and checked it. It was indeed from Song Yirong.

^^: Are you coming back soon?

This note was changed by Song Yirong on a whim that night when he was drunk. This small pattern looks like a cat's ears, especially like Song Yirong.

Zhou Lang couldn't help smiling, sitting on the motorcycle, typing with one hand: 10 minutes to get home.

Song Yirong's side showed that it was typing, Zhou Lang waited patiently for a long while, and there were two ding dongs, and the message was sent.

^^: Bring me two bottles of beer.

^^: 【Transfer】

The word "beer" made Zhou Lang hesitate for a moment. Although drinking can relieve his worries, he didn't want Song Yirong to use this kind of hurtful way to resolve his troubles.

Zhou Lang looked at the cat's head, and his heart softened again, Song Yirong's request, what if he agreed once.

Zhou Lang: Good.

Turning off the engine and pulling out the key, Zhou Lang got out of the car and entered the store. He bought two bottles of beer according to Song Yirong's needs. When it was time to pay, he turned back and took a can of orange slices from the shelf.

The author says:

Lulu: Meow, have I fallen out of favor? T^T;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!