Seduce a shy loyal dog

Chapter 37

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Song Yirong's book became popular on the Internet, and a film and television company contacted him, wanting to buy the film and television copyright of "Dry Spring".

In the evening, talk to Zhou Lang about it.

"This is your work," Zhou Lang said, "No matter what, as long as you feel happy."

Song Yirong blinked, feeling a little distressed: "But aren't we saving money to buy a house?"

After hearing this sentence, Zhou Lang was silent for a long time, and the atmosphere became stagnant. Song Yirong grabbed the back of his hand and touched it soothingly.

Zhou Lang came back to his senses, held his fingers back, and said in a hoarse voice, "Blame me, I haven't worked hard enough."

Song Yirong's heart was sour and soft, and he said: "Don't talk nonsense, just remember, it's because of you that our life can be so good now."

There are elements of comfort in saying these words, but they are more sincere.

He also found that compared with his previous self, he spoke and acted much softer, and even subconsciously had many more sticky little quirks.

Zhou Lang wanted to touch his face, but Song Yirong took the initiative to stick to his face, rubbing lightly on his palm, "Brother Lang is already very good."

A compliment from Song Yirong filled Zhou Lang's heart tremendously, the redness of his ears flooded up, and his face was extremely hot.

Just relying on each other like this, the warm moonlight outside quietly poured in, Song Yirong thought for a while and said, "Actually, I really want to see what they look like when they are performed, that feeling must be amazing."

"Song Yirong," Zhou Lang turned his face to the side, breathing slowly, "Do as you want, and I will support you."

Song Yirong looked into Zhou Lang's eyes, stared at him for a long time, finally smiled and said, "Okay."

The film and television side was relieved to allow Songrong to participate in the adaptation of the script. Song Yirong was very motivated, but he was getting busier at work.

Although the two of them did not get together much, but the time they could spend together and talk intimately every night like before was greatly reduced.

Busy busy, unaware of the passage of time.

A few months later, the first snow fell in the city, the whole place was plain white, and the branches were bent under the weight of the snow.

Song Yirong raised his head from the computer desk, dazed by the snowflakes all over the sky, Zhou Lang made a cup of hot honey water and put it on his desk, and pressed his shoulder, "Don't you want to take a break?"

Song Yirong looked out the window and said, "Autumn has already passed."

Zhou Lang smiled, "Yes."

Zhou Lang has lost a lot of weight. The visual effect is that he is much taller, but his face has lost much flesh, and the line of his jaw has become sharper. His shoulders are wide and his waist is narrow. Wearing this new suit, he looks Extraordinarily outstanding.

Song Yirong pinched his waist, feeling a little melancholy, "Why are you so skinny?"

Zhou Lang reached out to support Song Yirong's chin, squeezed the soft flesh, and said, "I want to make money for my wife."

Song Yirong laughed so much that his eyelashes trembled, he glanced up and down Zhou Lang, and said, "How much is this handsome guy in a suit for a night?"

"You don't need money," Zhou Lang said with deep eyebrows and a smile on the corner of his mouth, "I can give you another three lifetimes."

After a while, Song Yirong stood up, stretched his waist, and pulled on his slippers to look at the window. He was afraid of the cold and wore thick clothes, and the window was covered with frost.

The snow was falling heavily, the cars on the street were moving slowly, and the horns sounded from time to time.Song Yirong looked at it for a while, then turned around, and suddenly said: "During the Chinese New Year, come home with me."

Zhou Lang was stunned for a moment, then said, "Okay."

In fact, during the period before the Chinese New Year, Song Yirong went home once or twice, and the atmosphere was not very good, but at least there were no quarrels or silences.

Much better than expected.

Early in the morning, Zhou Lang was standing in front of the closet. Song Yirong looked at the formal black suit in his hand and said with a smile, "You are going to my house for a meeting."

Zhou Lang turned around, pushed his hair, and explained seriously: "No."

Song Yirong said: "Just put on the gray padded jacket I bought for you last time."

"Oh." Zhou Lang hung up his suit and put on the padded jacket Song Yirong bought for him.

"I've called them and I'm going back to have lunch." Song Yirong got into the car and fiddled with the puppy ornaments on the car, "It's still early, you don't have to drive too fast."

Zhou Lang said: "Okay."

Just as he was talking, Zhou Lang's cell phone rang, and he received a new WeChat message. He focused on driving, and was always careful, so he couldn't spare his eyes to look at the cell phone. He said to Song Yirong, "Honey, help me find out what the message is."

Song Yirong's fingerprint information was also entered into the phone, so he easily opened the phone and clicked into WeChat.

"It was sent by a girl named Liu Xiaodan. She said in the text message..." Song Yirong protracted his voice, imitating his tone, "Brother Zhou, happy new year, and the new year will be prosperous! Thank you Brother Zhou for your kind words." I have taken care of me for years, and when I get to work, I will bring you special products to eat! [Love] [Love]."

Zhou Lang was stunned for a moment, "Liu Xiaodan? I don't know her very well."

Song Yirong said: "Hmph."

There happened to be a crossroad ahead, and at a red light, Zhou Lang stepped on the brakes and stopped, looking at Song Yirong's expression.

"Wife." Zhou Lang suppressed his voice and called.

"What are you doing?" Song Yirong looked at the red light without squinting, and said slowly, "Brother Zhou is so popular."

Zhou Lang scratched Song Yirong's lips with his thumb, and did the opposite, his ears turned red, and he said word by word: "Seeing you are jealous, I seem to miss Shi Geng a little bit."

Song Yirong stared round his eyes, glanced at Zhou Lang, then glanced down, and muttered, "You're kidding, I can't help you with driving."

Zhou Lang smiled muffled, "Then you can reply to the message for me."

"What are you talking about?" Song Yirong picked up Zhou Lang's phone with a sullen face.

"Just say," Zhou Lang said, "thank you, happy new year, I don't need special products, my boyfriend bought me a lot."

Song Yirong flattened the corners of his mouth, still couldn't hold back his smile, "Oh, it's gone."

The road in front of me became more and more familiar. After entering the community, Song Yirong pointed down the road and said, "Turn left."

Entering the elevator and going up all the way, Zhou Lang was carrying gifts in both hands, a tense face was reflected on the reflective elevator wall.

Song Yirong poked his wrist and said softly, "It's almost here, it's okay."

Zhou Lang nodded, "Yes."

entered the door.The whole family was there, Xin Manxiang heard the sound, and walked to the door quickly, although she had made preparations for countless times, but when she first saw a man taller than him standing next to Song Yirong, she still felt a little unbearable live.

"Here we come," Xin Manxiang smiled, "Come and sit first."

"Okay, thank you, auntie." Zhou Lang greeted, took Song Yirong's hand and walked to the living room.

Song Zicheng was sitting on the sofa playing with the game console in his arms. When he saw someone coming, he didn't speak. He moved his butt half a meter to the side to make room for him.

Song Zhaoxing came out of the room, picked out a cigarette and handed it over, "Here is one."

"Thank you, Uncle." Zhou Lang took it, but didn't smoke it, keeping it between his fingers.

Song Zhaoxing glanced at him, "Can't smoke?"

Zhou Lang explained: "No, Song Yirong doesn't like the smell of cigarettes, I will go to the balcony to smoke later."

Song Zhaoxing raised his eyelids and looked at Zhou Lang carefully for a while, before saying "hmm" after a long time.

Xu Shi wasn't quite used to it yet, so Song Zhaoxing sat on the side for ten minutes without embarrassment, then got up and went into the kitchen.

Song Zicheng didn't pay much attention to playing games, and lost a few after playing a few games. Song Yirong leaned on Zhou Lang's shoulder and smiled lazily at him.

Song Zicheng heard it, and immediately looked over with round eyes, "You laugh at me!"

"Song Zicheng, how you play this game is still not making any progress." nf

Song Zicheng angrily threw the game console at Song Yirong, "You can do what you want."

The two brothers competed more and more in games. Zhou Lang watched the battle from the sidelines and found that innocence was so rare.

The little brother has been refusing to admit defeat, one set after another, refusing to let Song Yirong go.

"I don't believe I can't beat you." Song Zicheng said angrily.

"Childish ghost." Song Yirong replied, immobile as a mountain.

The sound of cooking in the kitchen came out, and the aroma of the dishes became stronger. Zhou Lang glanced at it, got up and said to Song Yirong, "I'll go to the kitchen to see if I can help."

Only Xin Manxiang was in the kitchen. Zhou Lang searched for a while and found Song Zhaoxing standing on the balcony smoking a cigarette. The smoke was faint. Zhou Lang rolled up his sleeves and said, "Auntie, let me help you."

Xin Manxiang turned over the fish in the pot, heard this, glanced at Zhou Lang, and said, "It's okay, you are a guest, just sit down."

"It just so happens that I'm free now," Zhou Lang looked at the chopping board and said proactively, "Do you want to peel the garlic?"

Xin Manxiang stroked her messy hair, and did not refuse again, "Well, please peel off three or four hairs."

Xin Manxiang's voice is soft and soft, which makes people feel very peaceful. Song Yirong is the closest to her in appearance, but their demeanor and personality are quite different.

Except for Song Yirong's deliberate acting like a baby, which would make his entire face soft and cute, it's hard to feel how warm a heart is beneath this beautiful face.

If he doesn't smile, the expression on his face is too shallow, and it is easy for people who are not familiar with him to think that he has a cold personality.

Therefore, in those days when he first met Song Yirong, Zhou Lang was both moved and frightened.

Fortunately, he approached step by step, and finally discovered the gentle side hidden in the deepest part.

Xin Manxiang's cooking skills are very good, and the dishes are diverse. It can be seen that they are prepared with care.

"Xiaoyi, these are the ones you like to eat," Xin Manxiang put a fried egg into Song Yirong's bowl, "I know you like salty food, so mom put more salt on purpose, but oh, don't eat too much , not good for the stomach."

Xin Manxiang was gentle and kind, but Song Yirong's chopsticks were resting on the side of the bowl.

It's been a long time since he thought of eating salty fried eggs, and Xin Manxiang's chopsticks brought back memories that he was about to forget.

"I don't like to eat." Song Yirong said suddenly with his head lowered and his voice deep.

Xin Manxiang frowned, and coaxed: "Then don't eat."

Zhou Lang put the egg into his own bowl and made a timely rescue, "It's okay, Auntie, I'll help him eat."

Xin Manxiang let out an "Oh" wistfully, "Okay, okay."

Seeing that the atmosphere at the dinner table was getting dull, Song Yirong raised his head, picked up his chopsticks again, and took a mouthful of rice in a muffled voice, "Thank you, Mom."

Xin Manxiang regained her vitality and said with a smile, "No thanks, no thanks, eat more."

After dinner, the two planned to go back, Xin Manxiang was a little bit reluctant, "Let's go after dinner?"

Song Yirong grabbed Zhou Lang's finger, turned around, and said, "No, I'll come back when I have time."

"Hey, good."

Song Zhaoxing stood aside, still smelling faintly of cigarettes. Seeing that Xin Manxiang had finished speaking, he stuffed the things in Zhou Lang's hands, and said, "Take the good Moutai, take it back and drink it."

Seeing that Zhou Lang was going to refuse, Song Zhaoxing insisted: "It's the first time you come to the door, you have to give something, you just keep it."

Zhou Lang said: "Thank you uncle, then we will leave."

Song Zicheng poked his head out from behind, watching them leave without blinking.

It seems like a good match.

Song Zicheng pursed his lips, looked at the game console, and whispered awkwardly, "Brother, you want to be happy."

Later, they went back to Banqiao Town to see Zhou Lang's parents. Only then did the two find time to plan their own vacations.

"I want to go to Changbai Mountain to see the snow." Song Yirong said.

"Okay." Without hesitation, Zhou Lang said.

So they set off.

I rented a B&B in the local area that I was optimistic about in advance. The design of the house is very special. There is a beeping fireplace in the house, and it is not cold at all.

During the day, I wear a thick scarf and go out to climb mountains to watch the snow and enjoy the rime. In the evening, after dinner, I return to the room and take a warm hot bath.

The bed was also warm, Zhou Lang hugged him, Song Yirong was not cold at all.

The room is very quiet, the sound of snow falling outside the house is so clear, hula hula, when I wake up tomorrow, there is another layer of snow thicker than a blanket.

Song Yirong turned over, hugged Zhou Lang face to face, and asked softly, "Are you asleep?"

Zhou Lang opened his eyes, subconsciously kissed the tip of Song Yirong's nose, and said, "Not yet."

Song Yirong rubbed Zhou Lang's Adam's apple rolling up and down with his face, and whispered under his chin, "Do you want to do it?"

There was a fresh mint fragrance in his breath, and Zhou Lang pressed his chin against Song Yirong's hair, making it soft and fluffy.

The hands around her waist grabbed Song Yirong's blouse and took it off. Song Yirong got his head out of the collar and plopped it naked into Zhou Lang's arms.

While the cloth was rubbing against each other, Zhou Lang breathed hot, hurriedly kissed Song Yirong's lips, and kept rubbing his thumb on the small mole on Song Yirong's Adam's apple.

A fire was burning brightly in the fireplace.

The flames are closely connected, licking the top of the block from time to time, and with a swoosh, a higher flame bursts out.

The snow outside the house fell silently, covering the already white ground layer by layer, creaking, and the bent branches were swinging up and down rhythmically in the wind, and flakes of snow fell from time to time.

A pure-colored hare ran across the snow, leaving a long series of dark footprints.

The quilt wrapped her sweaty body, and Song Yirong lay on Zhou Lang's shoulder, panting softly.

Zhou Lang hugged Song Yirong's waist and sat up straight again.Song Yirong's spine went numb, and he looked at the white snow outside the floor-to-ceiling window with trepidation, "Are you still here?"

Zhou Lang's ears were flushed, his exposed fingers were a little cold, and he said, "Once again, soon."

Song Yirong clamped his waist and abdomen, and was frozen for a moment, his snow-white neck was tense, and the blue veins on it were slightly raised.

The restrained appearance is really touching.

The night they were drinking in the secret base, the moment when the drunk Song Yirong fell to him, it was the same way, exposing the most vulnerable neck.

Then he kissed his lips without hesitation.

Love has never been an easy word to understand, in the heavy snow all over the sky, in the beeping fireplace, in the ambiguous and humid Changbai Mountain deep night...

He just knows.

He is a puppy that Song Yirong can call with a click of his fingers.

The author says:

Thanks to the little angels who accompanied me all the way——

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