Seduce a shy loyal dog

Chapter 28

cactus

At night, Song Yirong was lying quietly on the bed, only a dimly lit small wall lamp was turned on in the room, and he kept thinking about what Zhou Dahe said.

walk away...

agree?Or refuse?Or, are you willing to give him a step down?

Song Yirong felt a little headache thinking about it.

To be honest, Father Zhou's attitude towards him is pretty good. It's not like he hasn't seen a gay friend who was kicked out of the house by the other parent. He can empathize with him.

So I'm very glad that I didn't get such extreme treatment.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, his phone buzzed.

Who's calling this late?Song Yirong was completely woken up, stretched out his arm to get the mobile phone on the bedside table, and the caller ID turned out to be "Xin Manxiang".

When he had conflicts with Xin Manxiang in the past, he was always calm when he saw the phone and WeChat, neither bored nor overjoyed.

But now, holding the phone, he actually felt hot, suppressing the surging tension, he pressed the connect button.

"Xiaoyi, are you asleep?" Xin Manxiang's soft voice came from the microphone, and Song Yirong seemed to be able to smell the warm and faint scent of perfume on her body.

"No," Song Yirong said against his will, "I haven't slept yet."

"Well," Xin Manxiang lowered her voice, "Mom has been thinking about it for several nights, and she also talked with your father."

Song Yirong asked: "What are you talking about?"

"I want to tell you..." Xin Manxiang still hesitated, as if the next words caused her to struggle for a long time, "If you make friends, if you want, you can take them home to see."

The more she spoke, the softer her voice became, so soft that Song Yirong thought what she heard was hallucinations.

Holding the phone, Song Yirong was stunned for a long time before saying in a hoarse voice: "Well, thank you."

There was a soft sobbing sound from Xin Manxiang, and after a while, he said, "Xiaoyi, it's okay."

"Are you going home on your birthday?" Xin Manxiang asked, "I went to the cake shop to learn how to do it, and I want to make it for you."

Song Yirong was silent and said, "I don't know yet."

After the call was over, Song Yirong's only drowsiness disappeared, and he lay on the bed, suddenly not knowing what to do, so he could only stare blankly at the black void in a daze.

Zhou Lang had already discovered that the atmosphere at home was not right, but he had not been able to find the source of the problem until he chatted before going to bed, and he inadvertently said: "When we went to Qushan, Song Yirong and I went to worship in the temple and brought them back. I put the tea in the cabinet, mom, you can drink it when you have time."

Fang Wenxiu raised her head suddenly, her tone was very aggressive, "I can't say anything without him."

Zhou Dahe was looking at the calendar while frowning tightly, without saying a word.

"Mom," Zhou Lang was kept in the dark, and asked, "Why do you suddenly have such a big opinion on Song Yirong?"

Fang Wenxiu put on a straight face, "I'm not happy to hear this name, so please don't talk about it."

Zhou Lang said: "He is very nice."

Fang Wenxiu turned her face away and simply stopped talking.

Unexpectedly, in the early morning of the next day, Fang Wenxiu met Song Yirong, who came to visit with a smile on her face. Fang Wenxiu was full of resentment, and didn't give him a look, and just went about her own business.

Song Yirong didn't fall asleep again until dawn last night, and woke up again after not sleeping for a few hours. He got up early to pack up and get ready, and then went out early to Zhou Lang's house.

Zhou Lang goes to work early and is not at home now. Only Fang Wenxiu and Zhou Dahe are at home.

He came forward boldly, although the timidity of facing this matter was still there, but the courage had already taken the lead in the invisible, and those roads that he couldn't figure out and couldn't walk through forced him to find a shortcut.

"Auntie, good morning," Song Yirong asked with a smile, "Have you eaten yet?"

Fang Wenxiu's initial impression of Song Yirong was not bad, otherwise she wouldn't have asked Zhou Lang to give him various fruits and vegetables over and over again. Facing a smiling face, she still answered: "Eat."

Song Yirong said "Oh" obediently, then showed Fang Wenxiu a pot of cactus that he had been holding in his hand, and said, "Auntie, do you like this? You can put it on the window sill. It's easy to grow. It's easy to grow." No trouble."

Fang Wenxiu squeezed out a little look miserly, "No."

"Hiss," Song Yirong looked a little sad, and lightly reached out to touch the stem of the cactus, but was stabbed, and he yelled, "It hurts so much."

Fang Wenxiu said from the side: "You are so careless." The voice was cold, but Song Yirong felt that there was no distance, so he continued his efforts and whispered: "Auntie, it really hurts."

Song Yirong's facial features have changed a lot. For example, now, anyone who looks at him looks like an obedient college student from a good family, with fair skin and well-groomed hair.

Fang Wenxiu glanced at him, and said in a rough voice, "Put it there and don't move it, lest it will be pricked again."

Song Yirong laughed, "Okay, aunt."

Fang Wenxiu acted like she didn't want to talk to him, "Don't call me so close."

Song Yirong was not angry at all, and nodded, "Okay."

The cactus just settled on the window sill of Zhou Lang's house, and Song Yirong was rarely relieved. This difficult matter made him see a gap that he could break through.

Fang Wenxiu likes to raise some flowers and plants. Every time Song Yirong comes to Zhou Lang's house, he will see a patch of red, green and fresh flowers and plants, obviously they have been carefully taken care of.

So Song Yirong deliberately figured out what she likes, and came to try his luck.

Recently, he has also slowly discovered that compared with his previous state of being negative and pessimistic about everything, he has really changed a lot now.

At least, he has learned to take the initiative to grasp the ray of hope.

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