Seduce a shy loyal dog

Chapter 32

boyfriend

On Friday night, Zhou Lang and Song Yirong were going to pick a house in Shuangyuan District.

Picking a house is not an easy task. It is not a big problem for them to live outside for two days, but Song Yirong is still not at ease about keeping a cat at home.

Jian Ran was not in Banqiao Town either, so he couldn't find anyone to help him all of a sudden.

Zhou Lang picked up the cat, stroked it casually, and said, "Little Lulu is very good, I can ask my parents."

Song Yirong was originally leaning against the door frame, but when he heard the words, he stood up straighter, and said in a hesitant voice, "Uncles and aunts, will you be willing?"

Zhou Lang bent down and kissed his side cheek, and said softly, "I will."

Zhou Lang just carried the cat back to his home, and Song Yirong watched him leave at the gate of the yard, still feeling a little queasy.

The cat came to a new environment, a bit uncomfortable, but it smelled a familiar smell, gradually, not so scared, got out from under the chair, and began to look left and right curiously.

As soon as Fang Wenxiu came home, she saw such a chubby little guy, she was stunned for a while, and then said: "This is the one from Xiao Song's family?"

Zhou Lang said "Mmm", "Mom, the cat seems to like you."

Fang Wenxiu looked down, and the little chubby cat stretched beside her legs in a timely manner, with long eyelashes fluttering, it looked like a very good-looking kitty.

She looked at it for a while, then looked away, "What if it barks at me?"

Zhou Lang coaxed: "Touch it first before drawing conclusions."

Fang Wenxiu scolded with a smile: "I know how to coax your mother."

Zhou Lang curled the corner of his mouth, Fang Wenxiu stretched out his hand tentatively, and the cat obediently leaned over its head, as if letting her touch it, and Zhou Lang said from the side: "It's called Lulu, it was a stray cat before. Song Yirong took it in."

The cat's fur is soft and clean, and it can be seen that it is well taken care of. Fang Wenxiu's palm movements paused, "Xiao Song is quite kind..."

Zhou Lang smiled and said, "He is very kind."

Fang Wenxiu was addicted to petting cats, and urged, "Okay, don't surround me and go do your own thing."

Zhou Lang knelt down and rubbed Lulu, and said, "Mom, I'll leave the cat to you."

Fang Wenxiu let out a "hmm".

"That's it?" Song Yirong still couldn't believe it, he thought at least he had to experience some setbacks.

Zhou Lang said: "My mother is hard-spoken and soft-hearted, you will know it after getting along with her for a long time."

Song Yirong leaned on the back of the chair, knocked his bare instep on Zhou Lang's thigh, and narrowed his eyes leisurely.

Zhou Lang's muscles tensed, and he subconsciously grabbed Song Yirong's feet with his hands. Song Yirong was itchy and shouted, "What are you doing? I didn't move."

Zhou Lang let out a muffled "Oh", but he didn't let go of his hands.

After a while, he opened his mouth and said, "I want to buy a car."

Song Yirong rubbed Zhou Lang's palm with the back of his foot, and said, "Why do you suddenly want to buy a car?"

Zhou Lang frowned, and said: "In winter, you can't let you sit on a motorcycle and blow the cold wind."

Song Yirong laughed twice, got up from the sofa, crossed his legs, and sat on Zhou Lang's body, wrapping his two tender arms around his neck, "Then let's buy it, it doesn't need to be too expensive, as long as it can be used for transportation."

Zhou Lang rested his chin on Song Yirong's shoulder, and there was that faint fragrance in front of his nose, "Yeah."

Song Yirong pinched Zhou Lang's hair, and ran his fingers through the short hair stubble, "Besides, I also have savings, so it's really not possible, my brother will take care of you, okay? Puppy hook."

Zhou Lang's ears were touched, and Song Yirong's fingers were warm and cold, sliding back and forth, as if he was playing with some novelty toy.

When we chatted earlier, we mentioned the other party's age, and Song Yirong happened to be one year younger than him, so he was a veritable "brother".

But Zhou Lang usually let Song Yirong get addicted to his mouth and never refuted, but today he couldn't hold back, tilted his cheek, and met Song Yirong's lips, "Song Yirong, who is the elder brother?"

Song Yirong looked at him, he liked to fight for winning or losing at this age, and deliberately rubbed Zhou Lang's shallow stubble with his lips, "What's the matter, you don't like brother anymore, right? Okay, then I'll go." Zhou Lang went up and down.

But in the next moment, Zhou Lang grabbed the back of his head, pressed Song Yirong's forehead closer, and whispered, "Good brother, can you give me a kiss?"

Song Yirong wiped his lips and said, "You are not allowed to move."

Zhou Lang looked straight into his eyes, his eyes were so deep that Song Yirong would be involved, "Well, don't move."

Song Yirong bit his lip and kissed him from the corner of his mouth. The skin-to-skin contact between people is really a fascinating thing.

The sweet taste of orange pulp, and a very light toothpaste smell, are tasted between the lips and teeth.

Zhou Lang's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he raised his lower jaw slightly to respond, but was pressed back by Song Yirong's fingers, sucking his upper and lower lips all over, and the slight sound of saliva was carried away by Zhou Lang's gasp overflowing from his throat.

Zhou Lang was a bit out of sorts, so he forcibly pulled his mind back a little. He cleared his throat, held Song Yirong's thin face in his arms, looked into his eyes from a distance of half a centimeter, and said, "Song Yirong, keep your money well by yourself." Come on, spend mine first, and I will work hard to make money."

Song Yirong opened his lips, wanting to laugh, but his eyes were moist. After a while, he said, "Okay."

Starting at seven o'clock, and arriving at Shuangyuan District at almost nine o'clock, Song Yirong never thought about going home.

So the two directly booked a hotel nearby. It was a double room with a snow-white big bed.

There is also a small balcony. Standing on the balcony, you can see the lights of the city, the noise of the crowd, the car horns, and the traffic lights flashing at night. It looks very lively.

After taking a shower, both of them smelled like hotel shower gel, Song Yirong leaned against the bed in a bathrobe, his chest was dazzlingly white, he kicked Zhou Lang's leg with his toe, "I want to watch TV. "

Zhou Lang got up immediately, turned on the TV for him, and then picked up the remote control on the cabinet and handed it to him.

Song Yirong connected the remote control, tuned a random variety show to watch, the sound was reduced to a very low level, and only vague human voices could be heard.

Zhou Lang walked to the bed in a few steps, bent his long legs, knelt down beside Song Yirong, touched Song Yirong's face with his index finger, and asked him, "Is it hot?"

Song Yirong narrowed his eyes, looked very comfortable being touched, and said softly: "If you touch it again, it will really be hot."

Zhou Lang's ears felt hot, he paused, retracted his long fingers, curled up by his side and rubbed them, "There is an air conditioner."

Song Yirong smiled, leaned on Zhou Lang's shoulder, and whispered, "Zhou Lang."

Zhou Lang turned his head, "Huh?"

The light in Song Yirong's eyes was very soft, and he said slowly: "This is the first time I live with my boyfriend, it feels a bit incredible."

Zhou Lang's heart beat faster and he repeated, "Boyfriend?"

Song Yirong didn't answer him, and hid half of his face under the quilt, only showing a pair of smiling eyes looking at him.

Zhou Lang was so bewitched that he held Song Yirong's profile and wanted to kiss him again, but Song Yirong turned his face away and said in a delicate voice, "I don't want to kiss now, I want to watch TV."

Zhou Lang stopped abruptly, stared at Song Yirong's face, looked again and again, finally rolled his Adam's apple, turned his body forward, "Well, watch TV."

Song Yirong's brows were full of laziness, he leaned against the pillow, and slowly slid down until the quilt wrapped him whole. He poked his head out and looked at the TV, but the hand hidden under the quilt ran over quietly, and Zhou Lang Fingers interlocked.

Zhou Lang was only stunned for a moment, then reacted immediately, and squeezed even tighter between Song Yirong's fingers.

The warmth of the palm made people feel hot, Song Yirong's face was next to Zhou Lang's arm, and he fell asleep at some point.

The flesh on his face was squeezed slightly swollen, his eyes were closed, and he looked very quiet.

Zhou Lang carefully lowered Song Yirong's pillow and adjusted it to a position that Song Yirong would feel comfortable with. Then he reached for the remote control to turn off the TV and dimmed the lights.

The curtains were always drawn, and once the lights were turned off, no light could come in from outside.

But you can still hear some lively sounds from the street outside, making the room even more quiet and warm.

Zhou Lang looked at Song Yirong's sleep, fascinated, his heart softened, as if he had fallen into cotton candy.

He is Song Yirong's boyfriend.

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