It was a light kiss.
Even so, a layer of shy crimson came out from Song Yunran's skin, spreading along his earlobe to his neck, turning him into a ⑻ phlegm.
His mind was buzzing in chaos, as if he accidentally turned over the sugar bowl, attracting countless people who took advantage of it. Turning around, but he licked his lips, and the tip of his tongue still tasted the sweet taste.
His heart was beating so hard in his chest that he didn't know what to say.
Qin Ke's heartbeat is also very fast. Fortunately, he is better at acting, and he can still maintain a calm and calm face.
He looked down at Song Yunran who was squatting by the sofa, and with a thought, he reached out and rubbed the hairy head: "Are you scared?"
Song Yunran's reaction was very slow, and he shook his head after being quiet for a few seconds and said, "You seem to have accidentally kissed me just now."
"..." Qin Ke laughed and said, "It's not that I'm not careful, I just want to kiss you."
"Oh, I kissed you on purpose, that's okay."
Song Yunran stood up like a wandering soul, and continued to walk towards the balcony according to the previous instructions.
Qin Ke sat up, looked at Song Yunran's back, and began to count down in his heart.
Three, two, one...
Song Yun suddenly turned around: "Ah???"
He stepped back to the sofa in two steps, as if his sanity had finally returned, and asked, "Who is allowed to kiss me!"
And why did Qin Ke take the initiative to kiss him
According to the routine of Mr. Ba's novels provided by He Ziyou, shouldn't he hold Qin Ke down and forcefully kiss him
For this reason, he rehearsed for a long time last night!
At this moment, Song Yunran felt that he was simply a disgrace to the CEO industry.
If someone else's CEO found out about this, he would definitely laugh at him behind his back.
How could someone be kissed by their own artist
Song Yunran didn't know whether he was angry or ashamed, the top of his head was almost smoking.
He clenched his fists tightly and glared fiercely at Qin Ke. Before he could kill him with his eyes, he was caught off guard by a smile on Qin Ke's lips.
"..."
Song Yunran's eyes softened instantly, and even his legs softened a little.
He sat on the spacious sofa, stared down at the carpet and asked, "Why did you kiss me?"
The tone was quite serious, which seemed to make Qin Ke confess the motive of the crime.
Qin Ke smiled helplessly, and switched to the seat next to him: "Because I like you."
Song Yunran's breath was stagnant, and it was hard to believe what he heard.
Of course he knew that Qin Ke liked him, but according to his speculation, didn't Qin Ke love him without knowing it
However, Qin Ke didn't seem to think he was shocked enough, so he answered slowly: "And you like me too, don't you?"
"!!!"
Song Yunran was even more shocked: "How do you know!"
Could it be that He Ziyou betrayed him and revealed the news to Qin Ke in advance
... But if you think about it carefully, it shouldn't be so.
Although He Ziyou's IQ is not high, he is a reliable and good boy.
Qin Ke looked into his eyes: "You are my father, shouldn't I know what you like?"
Song Yunran was convinced by these words.
It makes sense, it is the duty of every son to understand his father's preferences, although it sounds a bit strange to speak directly after understanding... Forget it, never mind.
Those who make big things don't care about small things, anyway, it's good that he and Qin Ke like each other.
like each other...
Song Yunran silently recited these simple four words, and the joy in his heart finally burst out.
He laughed "hehe" a few times, and was so excited that he wanted to roll on the sofa.
Thanks to the self-control that President Ba is proud of, he restrained this urge.
Be calm, be sure to be calm.
Don't act like you've never seen the world.
Song Yunran took a few deep breaths, turned his head and said seriously: "Then you kissed me just now, and now I want to kiss you too."
Before the words fell, Song Yunran was speechless to himself.
Isn't this the game? Return your round and I'll trade it for another round.
But fortunately, Qin Ke didn't laugh aloud, he dragged his feet to punish him because of his family relationship!
Song Yunran instantly stiffened.
According to the novel tutorial provided by He Ziyou, he carefully stretched out his hand to press Qin Ke's side waist, the muscles touched by his palm tensed instantly, as if a faint electric current flashed through, making his heart numb.
His eyelashes trembled uncomfortably, and after pausing for half a beat, he slowly kissed her.
After the extremely clumsy kiss ended, Song Yunran did not leave.
He still maintained a close distance, allowing his own breath and Qin Ke's breath to intertwine in the air.
Like a puppy that just got out of the snow, with big wet eyes open, it cautiously moved over to touch it, and then stopped there not knowing what to do.
Qin Ke's Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was low: "Are you still kissing?"
Song Yunran nodded.
Qin Ke smiled silently.
Their current posture was a bit awkward, so he simply leaned back on the sofa, and at some point, he hooked the hand on Song Yunran's shoulder inward, and made someone lie in his arms.
Much more comfortable now.
Song Yunran still wanted to continue, but Qin Ke took the lead this time.
In vain, he posed for a forced kiss by the overlord, but he lost all ability to resist in the thin kisses of the other party.
The liner regained its strength and was surrounded by bad breath, and then fell inch by inch.
It was also the first time for Qin Ke to feel that holding on to Qiao Zi could make his reason so out of control.
He even remembered inappropriately that in his previous life, he saw a fan comment that Song Yunran had a sweet smile.
But none of them knew that this person was the sweetest to kiss.
With a bit of hot temperature, the sweetness is fermented into an intoxicating taste, like a bottle of fruit wine warmed in a soup pool, people can't help but want to have another sip to see if they can taste more A sweeter taste.
Time skips silently.
Amidst the ambiguous sounds in the room, there was finally a soft but urgent protest: "No, no, I'm out of oxygen."
"..."
Qin Ke let go of his hand, turned his face sideways, and laughed a few times in a low voice.
Song Yunran was dizzy and breathed heavily, and he managed to slow down a little bit. Not only did he blush, but even the corners of his eyes became red.
Qin Ke smiled lazily and said, "Father is so stupid, can't he breathe?"
Song Yunran said angrily, "Who told you to call me Dad!"
The tone was fierce, but unfortunately, due to the difficulty in breathing, the words lost their momentum for no reason.
This time, Song Yunran became even more angry.
He climbed off Qin Ke, stepped on the carpet and stood up, and changed the subject coldly: "Dad is hungry, go eat."
In Song Yunran's original plan, a few candles should be lit for this dinner.
But now he changed his mind. As soon as he entered the kitchen, he took on the posture of the boss and directed Qin Ke to take the plates out of the steamer. Romantic atmosphere.
Qin Ke actually laughed at himself, Song Yun thought angrily, why light candles in this case.
Is he worthy, he is not worthy.
A few minutes later, the table was filled with an assortment of exquisite dishes.
Song Yunran was indeed hungry, and because of the lack of oxygen caused by the last long kiss, he felt inexplicably exhausted a lot of energy. So he omitted the useless prologue, and started to fill his stomach in earnest.
But Song Yunran's temper came and went quickly.
Halfway through eating, his anger disappeared. After thinking about it, he asked curiously, "How long have you liked me?"
Qin Ke was taken aback for a moment before saying, "I don't know."
Song Yunran was very dissatisfied with this answer: "You are so stupid, why don't you even know this?"
"Then when did you like me?"
Qin Ke didn't care about his taking the opportunity to attack his IQ, but asked calmly.
This time it was Song Yunran who was stunned.
He lightly poked the fish in the bowl with his chopsticks, and suddenly he had a sudden inspiration: "It didn't take long, maybe it started on the day of soaking in the hot spring, about three or four days."
Great, this answer is perfect.
Song Yunran looked at Qin Ke proudly, did he see it? Dad only loves you a little bit. If you don't obey me, I will deprive you of the right to kiss me at any time.
As he expected, after listening to Qin Ke's answer, a trace of loneliness gradually appeared in Qin Ke's expression.
It looks like he's terrified of falling out of favor.
"Really, it turned out to be weighing citrus citrus!
Qin Ke smiled very shallowly, and there seemed to be a little bitterness in the smile.
Song Yunran's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately regretted it.
He really didn't know how long he liked Qin Ke, but in retrospect, it must have been far more than just a few days, and he should have been quietly attracted to him earlier.
It's over, did the joke go too far, Qin Ke thought I was flirting with him.
Sure enough, in the next second, Qin Ke raised his eyes and said firmly, "Then my liking must be longer than yours."
"..."
"Perhaps I have given more affection than you."
"..."
"but it does not matter."
Qin Ke picked up the water glass, as if enlightening himself, showing a relieved expression, "It's fine if you like me."
Song Yunran: "...don't say that."
He suspects that Qin Ke's lack of fatherly love since he was a child has led to empathy for his father now, and he dare not ask too much from him. A little love is enough to be satisfied.
It sounds pitiful.
Song Yunran gritted his teeth and admitted: "Actually, it's not just three or four days. I was just teasing you."
Qin Ke: "Really?"
"And you don't know, I called you here today because I wanted to confess my love to you."
Impulsively, Song Yunran confided the whole plan, "I didn't at all? I don't care about Zhong Xiaofeng's screenwriting skills. Have a lot of trust in him.”
Qin Ke: "...?"
"Oh, the point is not Zhong Xiaofeng."
Song Yunran returned to the topic in time and explained, "After all, you don't blame yourself for pretending to sleep and kiss me, otherwise I would have... Ah, yes, wait a minute."
He put down his chopsticks and ran all the way to the balcony.
Not long after, he ran back with a huge bunch of roses.
"This is for you!"
Song Yunran directly threw the rose bouquet in front of Qin Ke.
Qin Ke hurriedly hid to the side, barely avoiding the fate of being hit in the face by rose petals.
He looked at the hundreds of gorgeous red roses in front of him unexpectedly, and suddenly, he seemed to lose the ability to speak.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Song Yunran forced the rose into his arms: "You're welcome, just accept it. It's just that the time is too short, and I asked Assistant Tang to choose it temporarily. I don't know if you like his taste or not." .”
Qin Ke couldn't answer this directly.
Saying he likes it, it will appear that he was moved by Assistant Tang's taste.
Say you don't like it, and it doesn't suit his state of mind at the moment.
After a few seconds of silence, he still nodded: "Thank you."
Assistant Tang chose the one chosen by Assistant Tang. Anyway, it was Song Yunran's wish, so he should like it.
Song Yunran smiled proudly: "How about this, since you like it, why don't I arrange it and ask Assistant Tang to choose a bunch and send it to you every day?"
Qin Ke: "...it doesn't have to be."
Why do you seem to be dissatisfied again
Song Yunran blinked blankly, then thumped his palms: "It's not true, you are an artist after all, it's not good to be caught collecting flowers every day, so Assistant Tang should choose something else."
Qin Ke rubbed his eyebrows, feeling a little helpless: "I mean, you don't have to give me gifts every day."
And he didn't want to receive...a gift chosen by Assistant Tang every day.
Song Yunran was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized.
Careless.
What would Qin Ke think if he gave gifts with great fanfare as soon as he came up
He may have misunderstood that he is the same as the philandering president outside, thinking that money alone can buy people's hearts, and he doesn't know what true liking is.
"Okay, then don't send it."
Song Yunran lowered his voice, and assured him gently and earnestly, "Don't worry, I'm not that kind of person."
The author has something to say: Mr. Song: I am a bad gamer, have a clear mind, and like to be a father, but I know that I am a good president!