Seduce a shy loyal dog

Chapter 18

hang up the phone

Song Zicheng's birthday party was held with great ostentation, even those relatives and friends who couldn't get along with each other came. Song Yirong wore a mask and walked in by the main entrance alone, and no one recognized him for a while.

Song Zhaoxing and Xin Manxiang were sitting at the main table, the ceiling lamp above their heads was very bright, Song Zicheng was under the light, his whole body was bright and dazzling, quite youthful.

Surrounded by everyone, he was cutting the cake. The cake was very large, it looked like it had several layers, and it was very delicately made.

But the cream looks too greasy.

Song Yirong gently withdrew his gaze from under the peaked cap, instead of going up to join in the fun, he held down the brim of the cap and quietly retreated out.

The entrance of the restaurant was full of cars, which looked extremely crowded, but Song Yirong still felt relieved, the sun shining on his face was very comfortable.

"Xiaoyi, wait a minute!" Anxious footsteps chased after him.

Song Yirong's heart skipped a beat, and was stopped by this dusty nickname.

Turning his head, he met Xin Manxiang's red eyes. It was a long time since we met.

"It's been so long." Xin Manxiang approached, but even with high heels, she was still shorter than Song Yirong, "Why didn't you say anything when you came back?"

She hasn't changed much, her face is well maintained, and she still looks soft.

Song Yirong put his hands into the coat pocket, lowered his eyelids, and said, "Your family of three is quite happy, so I won't bother you."

Xin Manxiang was less than one meter away from him. After a year, the distance between the two became very close in a physical sense. Song Yirong could smell the familiar perfume on her body and see the delicate fluff on the other's face.

"It happened to be cutting a cake inside," Xin Manxiang asked, with imperceptible caution in his words, "Go and eat a piece?"

Seeing his indifferent appearance, Xin Manxiang called him softly again, "Xiaoyi..."

Song Yirong was silent for a while, and didn't answer her right away. When he spoke again, his throat was already hoarse, and he said, "Since you can't accept people like me, why bother to bother, what kind of embarrassing situation will it cause if I go in, I believe you are better than me." much clearer."

"That's it," Song Yirong said softly, "I'll go first."

Xin Manxiang chased after a few steps, her voice was crying, as if a gust of wind could completely blow away these words.

"But you are also my son..." Her eyes were slightly wet, and she held back these words for too long, which made her feel ashamed and sad.

Song Yirong pushed down the brim of his hat and said, "Song Zicheng is better than me, you should train him well."

"I... will be like this in this life." He said the truth. At first, he resented, refused to accept, gave up on himself, and almost hated the whole world. "I can't change it."

When people are alive, they always have to look away.

Song Yirong didn't want to see Xin Manxiang's reaction, turned his head, and was about to leave, but the next second, Xin Manxiang rushed over and grabbed his wrist, calling him, "Xiaoyi."

"You have worked hard for so many years."

Song Yirong's throat choked, and his lips tightened.

"My parents did something wrong..." Xin Manxiang's hands were cold, very different from the warm hands in memory.

Song Yirong was on the verge of being speechless, this was not a very provocative scene, but at this moment, it seemed that his grievances over the years had a tendency to dissipate.

Xin Manxiang seemed to have aged in an instant, and there was a hard-to-see white hair on her sideburns. She said, "If you have time, please tell mom that you are safe. You don't need to come back to see me every day. Don't see me again..."

"Can you?" The voice was tentative, and it seemed that Xin Manxiang had shown such a fragile look in front of him for the first time.

The past follows the wind, as if those things in the past are just a few meaningless stumbling blocks on the road of life, Song Yirong looked at the clouds in the distance, and his eyes suddenly became a little dazed.

"En." He still complied, under Xin Manxiang's pleading.

Xin Manxiang is Song Yirong's mother.

This is a fact that can never be changed in blood.

Back in Qiu Min's consulting room, Song Yirong took off his hat and mask, and leaned on the gray sofa exhausted.

Qiu Min put down the recording pen, walked to Song Yirong's side, and asked, "Do you want to continue the desensitization treatment today?"

Song Yirong slowed down and said, "Well, continue."

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Back at the hotel, Song Yirong ran to the toilet and vomited it into the toilet. Today is much better than the previous few days, at least his legs won't be so weak that Qiu Min will send him back.

Song Yirong wiped off the water stains on his face with a towel, went to the bed and sat down. The mobile phone on the bedside table hadn't been turned on since he sent the message to Zhou Lang.

Plug in the charger, turn on the phone, the screen of the phone lights up, then freezes for a moment, buzzing several times in a row, making Song Yirong's palms numb.

Zhou Lang made countless phone calls, and even the WeChat messages were 99+.

Song Yirong curled up on the sofa, flipping through the messages one by one. When he saw the last message, his eye sockets slightly opened, and when he looked again, he felt that the phone was a little hot.

[Song Yirong, if you don't reply to the message, I will come to you. 】

Fool.

Song Yirong sat up straight and called the phone back. After one ring, the call was connected.

"Hello," Song Yirong said, "I'm Song Yirong."

"Well, I heard it." Zhou Lang's voice was muffled and nasal.

Song Yirong rubbed the phone cover and asked, "Have you caught a cold?"

"No," the phone fell silent, Song Yirong could only hear the quiet breathing on the other side.

"I've been too busy these days," Song Yirong tugged at the floral blanket on the sofa, "so I didn't look at my phone much."

Zhou Lang thought of the cat that was still at Jian Ran's house, and felt sore, and said, "The cat doesn't want me."

Song Yirong slowly lay down on his side, with his left cheek pressed against the sofa, listening to his phone with his right ear, smiled, and said, "I'll let you touch more when I get home."

Zhou Lang gave an "um" and asked, "Then when will you come back?"

Song Yirong's voice was quiet and long in the night, "I'm going to hurry up, there are still a lot of things to finish."

Zhou Lang listened quietly, and only after Song Yirong finished speaking did he ask, "Can you give me a photo of you..."

Song Yirong froze for a moment, "Photo?"

"Well," Zhou Lang said, "I want it."

There was no contact in the past few days, but when I first heard the other party's voice today, the little miss took the opportunity to get out, which made people scratch their hearts and lungs.

Song Yirong licked his dry lips, thinking of something.

"Wait a minute." He sat up a little bit, leaning his back on the sofa. During the movement, the soft pajamas on his body slid down, revealing the tip of his white collarbone.

Song Yirong tapped the screen, and a prompt box popped up on Zhou Lang's phone.

【The other party invites you to make a video】

Zhou Lang was startled, and immediately clicked on the connection.

Song Yirong's face appeared on the screen, "Okay."

Zhou Lang looked at the screen with a dazed expression.

Song Yi melted into the dark brown sofa, her upper body was relaxed, her side face was lightly touching the sofa, her eyelids were red with a thin layer, as if she had been wiped with water.

Those soft eyes just looked over through the camera.

Zhou Lang felt his face was hot, so he picked up the remote control on the bedside table, turned on the air conditioner, and adjusted the temperature to a very low level.

Song Yirong looked at him, and suddenly called him: "Zhou Lang."

"Well," Zhou Lang rolled his Adam's apple, and replied, "Yes."

Song Yirong slightly arched his back, slowly touched his lips with his fingers, and said in a dragging voice, "Your shirt is in the way."

Zhou Lang is wearing navy blue short sleeves today, the color is not too bright, his shoulders are broad, his back is straight, his posture is upright, and he keeps his clothes in shape.

Song Yirong's words fell into his ears, Zhou Lang's eyes became deep, and the screen shook, and Song Yirong saw the gray belt of his trousers flashing across the screen.

The screen turned back to normal again, Zhou Lang pulled the phone screen very close, the neck was a little red, and the veins were obvious, as if he could feel the beating of the veins.

Song Yirong raised his eyelids, and his eyes slid over the light stubble on his face.

Zhou Lang silently lowered the temperature of the air conditioner by two degrees.

"So obedient." Song Yirong lowered his eyes, and said slowly, his chest heaved, and Zhou Lang heard his panting.

Zhou Lang became more and more silent, and only held the phone firmly. The slightly raised back muscles can also be seen from the front.

Song Yirong frowned, bit her lower lip, her palms were sweating, and she couldn't hold the phone anymore.

Zhou Lang turned on a desk lamp, and the light wasn't too bright. He lowered his eyes, blocking his sight with his eyelashes, and said, "Song Yirong, look at me."

Song Yirong took a deep breath, looked at him as he said, and said, "Raise your hand."

"Touch the Adam's apple."

The tone of the latter sentence dropped, in a low voice, as if begging.

The gray sweatpants were very restrictive, Zhou Lang leaned against the head of the bed, barely restraining himself.

The long and slender knuckles passed over the Adam's apple. In Song Yirong's sight, his eyes were hot and his ears were hot. After rolling his Adam's apple for a few rounds, he said, "You are too embarrassing."

Song Yirong's wrist was sore and limp, and he rested on the armrest contentedly, and said in a pretty voice, "I'll just bully you."

Zhou Lang sighed deeply, looked down, and said hoarsely, "Don't hang up the phone."

The author says:

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