Day 15 07:00
Song Ran fired a shot with willfulness and freedom, and after the shot, he wished he could dig a ten-meter deep pit and bury himself.
Of course there was nowhere to dig the deep hole, so he suffered from amnesia.
Until he hung up the phone, Song Ran couldn't remember how he explained this shot, and how to appease Mr. He. In short, the moment he hangs up, he loses all his strength, the phone slips from his fingers, and is embedded in an unknown sofa. He was too lazy to dig out, holding the listless and sparse bird, staring blankly, looking at the ceiling and thinking about life and philosophy.
After a long while, he returned to his soul, and then he put on his underwear and went to the bathroom to take a hot shower.
After rushing out of the bath, he tied a bath towel around his waist again and rubbed his pair of pure cotton boxer panties in front of the mirror as if venting his anger.
Youth is a blessing, kidney deficiency is a disaster.
Mr. He is coming back soon, he has to prepare some money in advance to avoid losing on the bed.
In the morning, Boob got up, opened the bedroom door, and shouted "Hello, brother" in high spirits.
"Bob is fine."
Song Ran was putting soy milk and sesame cakes on the dining table, and he replied hello, looking up, the child walked into the bathroom with short legs, and on the right cheek was an emoji that he hand-painted last night.
Two seconds later, Bubu jumped out, pointed at his face and shouted in surprise, "Brother, look, there's a pig on my face!"
"… "
Song Ran chopped up a piece of Qiang cake in response, thinking to himself, where does it look like a pig
He set up breakfast, went over to wash Boo Boo's face, carefully rubbed off the emoji, and smeared a layer of children's cream on his fair skin.
Today, on Tuesday, Boo Boo has returned to his normal routine. He will go to the kindergarten to report at 8 o'clock, so he fastened a small bib, grabbed a spoon and started drinking soy milk. He likes soft food, and he eats only the broken fried dough sticks in the bowl, leaving a circle of foam around his mouth.
Song Ran sat across from him and looked at him, thinking to himself: These gentlemen were printed in the same mold, why didn't they find out before
Maybe it's still too young, the facial features are not developed, if Bobu is ten years old this year, he will definitely be able to recognize it at a glance.
After breakfast, Song Ran rode the second wheel to the kindergarten, then turned to go to the vegetable market, and when he came back, the basket was full again: wonton skins, minced pork, eggs, shallots, seaweed, shrimp skins, There are also fresh squid, whole chicken and vegetables.
I promised to make small wontons for Mr. He before, and the materials must be prepared in advance.
On the living room calendar, there are the last two small footprints left. Bo Bu was in a hurry to go out this morning, so he forgot to paint, so Song Ran brought a crayon and filled in the penultimate footprint for him - when the last one is painted tomorrow, Mr. He should go home.
Their family is finally about to reunite for the first time.
Song Ran missed Mr. He a little bit again. He turned out the picture book hidden in the drawer and opened it carefully. The handsome Infiniti man appeared on the page, smiling gently at him.
The person is still the same person before, but now, Song Ran is no longer unrequited - they are really in love.
"Hello, Mr. He."
Song Ran also smiled at him, lowered her head, and gently kissed his lips.
Under Mr. He's avatar, "Predecessor" was written brightly. Song Ran's mouth twitched, and he quickly wiped off the previous graffiti.
He was going to hang this painting in their master bedroom and shame Mr. He to avenge the deceit.
Song Ran held the portrait, her heart was warm and itchy.
I miss him so much.
No contact for three hours and forty-two minutes, I miss him terribly.
Song Ran did not restrain his desire. He took out his mobile phone from the crack of the sofa, dialed He Zhiyuan's number, and threw himself onto the bed in the bedroom, hugging the fluffy pillow.
He Zhiyuan was having a celebration banquet with his subordinates, he pressed his credit card, and the bills were all included.
A group of senior engineers were in high spirits and swept along the street, drinking from German stout to Scotch whisky.
When they got tired of drinking, they collectively found a Japanese food store, took up half of the long table, and started to eliminate the running water sashimi one by one.
Because of the public coming out of the closet at the press conference, He Zhiyuan became the center of the topic. The phone on the table rang, he picked it up and took a look, saying that he was going to go out to answer a call, but his subordinates thought he was about to escape and stopped him.
He had to explain: "Boyfriend."
The engineers immediately gave the green light all the way, allowing him to escape smoothly amid cheers.
The store faces the street in front, and there is a Japanese-style courtyard at the back, with small bridges and bamboo shadows, rocks and flowing water, and the environment is very quiet. He Zhiyuan put his pocket in his pocket and leaned against the pillar to make a phone call. A paper lantern hung beside him, swaying from side to side in the wind.
"Song Ran, are you not angry with me?"
"… Um."
Song Ran nodded.
How can I be so angry, masturbating in front of others, but forcing them to say a bunch of sweet words to help them ejaculate, the word "shameless" is so fine that I lose all my face, okay
He Zhiyuan was relieved when he heard the words, and the next second he pretended to be serious: "But I'm very angry, I've been hard all afternoon."
Song Ran felt guilty: "I'm sorry."
"What are you going to compensate me for, eh?"
"This... I don't know about this..." Song Ran pursed her lips, "Do you have anything you want?"
"Yes." He Zhiyuan changed his posture in a leisurely manner, looking up at the moon in the sky, "I hope you can compensate me for one afternoon."
Song Ran blinked twice in confusion: "To make up for your afternoon... what?"
He Zhiyuan smiled and did not answer.
After a few seconds, Song Ran suddenly understood, a fire burst out from his lower abdomen immediately, burning his cheeks with fiery heat, his whole body seemed to be bound in a steamer, and every pore was sweating desperately.
Compensation... How many times does it take to make up for one afternoon
He subconsciously clamped his legs. The new pants were not as loose as pajama pants. The awakened Xiao Songran couldn't stretch inside them. After suffering, it was hard and painful.
He Zhiyuan stopped until he stopped flirting with him, and instead asked, "Do you like him more now, or do you like me more?"
Song Ran muttered, "Aren't you alone?"
He Zhiyuan couldn't be more happy: "I know now that we are alone. What about the sturdy vigor that just wanted to throw a red apricot on my head? Did you shoot it all at once?"
"I, I... Your move at the press conference was too sudden, I haven't established a real sense yet."
Song Ran's face blushed blood.
beep.
The phone hangs up.
Song Ran turned pale in shock, jumped up from the bed, stared at the phone with a dark screen, and looked like he was going to be finished. Immediately afterwards, the screen lit up again, and the other party sent a video invitation.
Song Ran took it tremblingly.
He Zhiyuan's upper body appeared in the camera, and the shape was similar to that of the press conference - his short black hair was neatly combed and set with gel. After a few hours, his hair fell down slightly, and he looked a lot more lazy and relaxed than before. The shirt is light blue, which is not wrong, the tie has been taken off, the collar button is not fastened, and the cuffs are rolled up to the forearm.
Song Ran looked at him with a dazed expression - completely different from the one on the stage and in the portrait, this is a male god alive in private, with only him in his eyes.
He Zhiyuan smiled and asked, "Do you feel it?"
"… "
Song Ran shook his head.
No more.
He Zhiyuan was amused by him, stroked the hair scattered on his forehead, and said, "Well, my flight at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning will land at 1 o'clock Beijing time as long as there is no delay. It doesn't matter if I feel bad today, I will see you tomorrow. , hug, kiss, enough."
Song Ran looked at him without blinking, and stammered, "Well, then I'll go... pick you up at the airport."
"The airport is so far from the city center, don't bother you anymore, I have to go back to the company first to deal with some things." He Zhiyuan said, "I have been away for half a month, and I have to take another half month's vacation. The helper is probably too lazy to lift his tendons, so he has to pick them up and give them a pounding. I will try to clean them up as soon as possible, see you at the gate of the kindergarten at four o’clock, how about it?”
He is a jar of high-purity spirits, Song Ran is too drunk, he arranges everything, and obediently said: "Okay."
He Zhiyuan shook the screen and straightened up: "See you tomorrow afternoon?"
"Ah? Don't, don't hang up!" Song Ran raised his voice and begged anxiously, "Talk with me for a while, I want to see you again, okay?"
"Of course."
He Zhiyuan smiled dotingly and tenderly, and leaned back on the corridor.
So in this celebration feast, He Zhiyuan didn't eat anything except the first chopsticks of buckwheat cold noodles and a mouthful of salmon roe sashimi. His subordinates were considerate of their bosses, ordered every food on the menu, packed them into boxes, stuffed them with tempura and tonkatsu, and gave it to this good man who "will accompany his wife to death" as a late night snack.