When Chi Songhuo rushed home, his fragrant and soft little nephew was already sleeping soundly in the small shaker.
Chi Song likes children very much. As soon as he saw the tender meat dumpling, his eyes lit up: "...Oh, it's so cute."
Meimei rested on the pillow, while Chi Yang was sitting on the side peeling fruit, and after hearing the words, he said, "It looks like a little monkey, and its skin is wrinkled, brother, don't brag."
The doting in Chi Song's eyes was about to melt away, so he stared at the child's face with good eyes, and said, "Nonsense, what a beautiful child... Can I hug him?"
Meimei said, "Okay."
Chi Song rolled up his sleeves and carefully lifted the little life, which was as soft as it had no bones, from the cradle. The movement was steady, and the little guy smacking his lips comfortably, didn't even wake up.
Chi Yang carefully removed the burr skin of the kiwi fruit, cut it into small pieces, dipped it in warm water, and then stuck it in Meimei's mouth with a toothpick and said, "Don't worry about my brother holding the baby. Small When I acted as a family drinker, my brother liked to play the mother, hugging the pillow, and studying the best way to hold the child in front of the TV. Our mother said that when he has a child himself in the future, the child does not know how lucky it is... "
In the middle of the sentence, Meimei glared at him quietly, and Chi Yang realized that what he said was not beautiful, and hurriedly went back to make up: "Brother, I..."
Chi Song didn't mind at all, hugged the child and said, "I've discussed it with Zhihuai, and when things settle down, we'll go to the orphanage regularly to do charity."
Meimei was surprised: "Don't you adopt one?"
"Domestic homosexuals are not allowed to adopt children yet." Chi Song boldly kissed the little baby in his arms, as if biting into a marshmallow, with a sweet expression, "Zhi Huai told me , said don't worry, I have a lot of children to hold in the future."
Chi Yang: "..."
He felt like he was being shown by his brother.
The child's bones were soft. Chi Song had never hugged a real child several times after all. He didn't know the severity of it, so he didn't dare to hold it for a long time. After eating enough soft tofu, I asked contentedly, "Where are your parents?"
Chi Yang said: "Mei Mei's parents accompanied me all day yesterday, and they just left soon; my father was called by his old comrades to a party outside the city the day before yesterday, and he probably only heard the news and was rushing back; my mother came home and said she would like to Collect our old clothes and cut them to make diapers for the children, they say they are soft and comfortable."
He paused and asked back, "Brother, where's Song Zhihuai?"
Chi Song looked at the child fondly: "... I should have gone to the dean. This time I owe someone a favor, and he has to pay it back. He told me not to follow, just watch the child here."
Chi Yang was surprised: "He's here too?"
Chi Song nodded: "He said, I came back alone, and he was worried."
Chi Yang: "..."
Noticing his brother's speechless expression, Chi Song also found that he was a little too much, and said embarrassedly: "... Well, it's not convenient for me to show affection, so I can show more in front of you... I try to control it as much as possible. ,OK?"
Chi Yang immediately softened his heart: "Okay, Xiu Xiuxiu."
Meimei had a good impression of Song Zhihuai, but this time she was favored by him again, and she said shyly, "Tell him to come and see the child, and I can thank him in person."
Just as Chi Song wanted to say something, Mama Chi walked in with a bag of clothes.
Chi Song called out, "Mom."
Seeing that Chi Song was also there, Mama Chi's expression froze for a moment before she put down her clothes bag and said lightly, "What are you running back for?"
Aware of his mother's vague alienation from him, Chi Song felt a little sad in his heart, but he still tried to put on a bright smile on his face: "Why do you want to come and see, let the little nephew recognize his uncle ."
Chi Yang took the initiative to meet him and helped Chi Song to mediate: "You still can't recognize it? When you are popular, your TV series will be shown on TV every day. It's you on another channel, and it's you on another channel. I'm afraid he won't recognize you. you?"
After speaking, he immediately turned to Mama Chi: "Mom, have you talked to Doctor Xie?"
Mama Chi's expression turned a little darker: "I met you in the corridor just now. Doctor Xie said that Meimei's condition is very good."
Meimei helped: "...Fortunately, it was delivered quickly."
Mother Chi didn't say a word, she opened the clothes bag and took out the old clothes one by one.
After taking two pieces, she didn't look back and said, "What are you doing? Go wash your hands, and help mom cut them together later."
Before Chi Song could realize what Chi's mother said to herself, she saw Chi's mother turn her head and glared at him angrily: "...You child, why is there no work in your eyes?"
Chi Song happily stepped on the beat and went to the separate bathroom of the single ward. When washing his hands, his head was full of red and bold bullet screens.
Mom takes care of me, she takes care of me.
Outside, Chi Yang listened to the sound of rushing water and felt uncomfortable for his brother.
He whispered, "Mom, don't get angry with my brother again?"
Mama Chi snorted: "Come on, you two brothers, you have been wearing a pair of pants since you were young. When you grow up, you don't take what your parents said. It's okay if he is angry with me, don't be angry with me."
Chi Yang said, "Then why you have to thank Mr. Song for the Meimei incident this time."
Mama Chi's hand in arranging clothes paused for a moment, and then whispered back: "...Abducted my son, a little favor and Xiaohui wanted me to forgive him, there is no door."
Chi Song came out of the bathroom, flattered: "Mom, give it to me, I'll cut it."
Facing her son, Chi's mother was still a little helpless, she quickly turned her back, and nagged with a pair of white long pants: "Come here, I'll tell you how to cut it, don't break it, it's all the clothes you've worn, if you cut it, It's broken, what a pity."
Chi's mother didn't talk to Chi Song about Song Zhihuai, and Chi Song didn't dare to take the initiative to mention it. The two of them cut it from day to evening, making his hands weak.
Seeing that it was time for dinner, Mama Chi hesitated for a long time before she asked Chi Song, "Are you going home to eat?"
Chi Song was full of thoughts about Song Zhihuai who might still be waiting outside, and said tentatively, "... Zhihuai hasn't eaten yet."
Mother Chi's face collapsed immediately: "Okay, go, go, you go to him. You can turn your elbows out."
Chi Song was blasted out of the ward in despair.
When Mama Chi was here just now, Chi Song was embarrassed to flip through her phone, and she took out her phone when she came out. As soon as she unlocked it, she received a text message from Song Zhihuai: "I'm going to have dinner with President Qin, and I'll go back to the hotel around eleven o'clock in the evening, don't worry. ."
Chi Song cheekily returned to the ward.
Chi's mother was complaining to Chi Yang. Seeing Chi Song leaving and returning, her face loosened, but then it tightened again: "Why are you coming back? Go to you, President Song."
Chi Song smiled carefully: "He went to President Qin for a meal, and it's a favor, no one cares about my meal."
Chi Song's expression of wanting to help Song Zhihuai to ask for credit was too obvious, and Mama Chi couldn't stand it any longer.
She couldn't help laughing and said, "Xing Xing Xing, I am here to accompany Meimei and ask your brother to take you home. The black chicken soup is stewed in the pot. You and your brother will order some noodles."
After having a simple meal with his younger brother, Chi Song returned to the hotel and lay obediently on the bed, wrapped in a quilt, waiting for Song Zhihuai to return like a daughter-in-law.
He had enough gouyu in the game, and he could play ten consecutive draws again.
Chi Song has always had bad luck, and he can never draw anything by himself. Since he was with Song Zhihuai, he used his Ou Huang Xianer to win several coveted SSRs.
So he had long been used to letting Song Zhihuai draw cards, and he just waited for the miracle to come.
Song Zhihuai promised to return at eleven o'clock, so there would be no time-out.
A few minutes before eleven o'clock, there was a knock on the door of the hotel. As soon as he walked to the door, Chi Song smelled the smell of alcohol.
Song Zhihuai was obviously a bit drunk. He took off the golden glasses and held them in his hands. He leaned sleepily against the edge of the door. He didn't call out until he saw the door open, "Daughter-in-law."
Chi Song was a little crispy when he shouted, and brought the person into the house, wiped himself with hot water, and poured the water that had been boiled into a cup and fed it to him.
Song Zhihuai's mind was still sober, he squeezed his hand and muttered: "Chi Song, don't be angry, I owe someone a favor this time, so I can't push three or four at the wine table."
Where could Chi Song blame him, he followed his chest for him and said distressedly, "You don't need to drink so much, right?"
Song Zhihuai said, "President Qin is a god of wine, and he hangs around the wine table all day long." Speaking of which, he still showed a hint of dissatisfaction, "... I just haven't been drinking for a long time, and my alcohol intake is poor, otherwise It doesn't have to be who it is."
Chi Song's heart was so soft.
That little bit of wine heat slowly soaked into his heart through Song Zhihuai's close breath, and his body became hot and hot every inch.
Song Zhihuai thought about it for a long time before he remembered the people around him, struggling to leave his embrace: "stay away from me, you are allergic..."
Chi Song hugged him and didn't let go.
Both of them were men, and Song Zhihuai was a drunk again. After entanglement for a while, he still couldn't leave Chi Song.
Song Zhihuai was anxious: "Don't... don't be next to me, I smell of alcohol, you... "
He was speechless.
When Chi Song returned to his hometown this time, he casually tied a men's silk scarf on his windbreaker.
Chi Song shook off the veil that was well folded on the head of the bed and put it over Song Zhihuai's face.
Song Zhihuai felt that his face was itching from the ice silk at first, and just reached out and grabbed a corner of the silk scarf, intending to lift it, a pair of warm and soft things touched his lips.
Song Zhihuai grabbed the silk scarf and didn't move for a while.
Chi Song kissed him for a while before letting it go out of breath, pressing his forehead against Song Zhihuai's forehead, calling his name like a child: "... Zhihuai Zhihuai."
He tossed himself into a dizzy state, as if he had drunk a pound of old wine.
Chi Song didn't know when Song Zhihuai escaped from under him and pressed him on top of him. He only felt dense kisses hitting his head and falling down, with a layer of veil, kissing him so hot that his toes were all hot. Start to get numb.
The smell of alcohol seemed to linger on his side, Chi Song wrapped around Song Zhihuai's neck and listened to the sound of him taking off the small umbrella. He was confused and wanted to tell Song Zhihuai that Chi's mother had loosened her attitude towards him today.
But he found that he could not speak at all, and when he said it, he was not ashamed or ashamed.
Chi Song simply stopped talking, and only silently made a wish in his heart:
I hope that this year, no, next year's New Year's Eve, I can sit with Song Zhihuai, my parents, and all my family members and have a New Year's Eve dinner. As a price, he is willing to miss a single SSR for ten years.