You’re A Liar

Chapter 33: He teases me

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After eating and drinking outside, it was almost eight o'clock before the three of them took the subway back home.

There are very few people on the subway at this point, and the entire carriage is empty.

Ling Chaochao was so tired that he lay down on Ling Song's lap, closed his eyes and dozed off.

Ling Song poked his chubby face a few times, feeling bored, and went to make trouble with Wen Yuanchu again.

He pulled out a lollipop from his pocket, and held it up to Wen Yuanchu: "Do you want to eat it?"

Wen Yuanchu swallowed the words of refusal, took it silently, peeled off the candy wrapper, and put the candy into his mouth.

Ling Song stared at his movements, watched his lips slightly open and closed, and asked with a smile, "Is it delicious?"

"… good."

Satisfied, Ling Song also poked his face: "Just tell me if you like sweets. You have to ask me to give it to you. It's dishonest."

Wen Yuanchu thought about the phrase "I don't like it", but he didn't say it.

Seeing Ling Song yawning continuously, Wen Yuanchu held his hand: "Sleepy?"

Ling Song nodded indiscriminately and played like crazy all day, it's no wonder he wasn't sleepy.

After saying a few words, he tilted his head and landed on Wen Yuanchu's shoulder in a familiar way.

Before falling asleep, Ling Song closed his eyes and muttered in a low voice: "Father Yuanchu, call me when you arrive, okay?"

Wen Yuanchu adjusted his posture and raised his arms to wrap him in his arms.

Their shadows were reflected in the opposite car window, Ling Song was in his arms, sleeping peacefully and soundly.

After returning home and taking a shower, it was only after nine o'clock. Ling Song tossed and turned twice on the bed, his drowsiness was gone, he got up, went to the window and opened some curtains to look out.

The curtains of Wen Yuanchu's room in the opposite building were closed, but the lights were still on.

Without much hesitation, he picked up his phone.

Ling Song: Lonely in the middle of the night, unable to sleep alone.

Wen Yuanchu: Go to bed early, don't be a monster, I will go to class on time tomorrow morning.

It's really boring, so why don't you mention the class

Ling Song pouted.

He leaned against the window, staring across.

I don't know what Wen Yuanchu is doing right now, maybe he just took a shower and wandered around the room with his butt naked

Tsk.

The more Ling Song thought about it, the more itchy his heart became, his eyes rolled around, and he turned his head and left the room.

Without disturbing his family, he went downstairs in the dark and walked out of the house. When he reached the door of Wen Yuanchu's house, he changed his mind, didn't knock on the door, and walked around to the outside of Wen Yuanchu's room.

Wen Yuanchu's room was the same as his. It was on the second floor. Ling Song visually measured the height of the window from the ground, and thought it was feasible. He took a deep breath and climbed up by stepping on the wall.

Just as Wen Yuanchu came out of the bathroom, there was a rustling sound outside the window. He stopped, listened for two seconds, walked over, and opened the window forcefully.

Ling Song was leaning on the window sill outside, with one foot on the wall below and one foot in the air, panting, and giggling at him.

"Father Yuanchu, I'm here to play with you."

Wen Yuanchu frowned, leaned out quickly, and carried him in.

Ling Song threw himself into his arms, and they fell together on the carpet by the window.

Lying on Wen Yuanchu's human flesh cushion, Ling Song laughed, rubbing his head against his shoulders and necks, Wen Yuanchu couldn't bear it anymore, held him down, and lifted him up.

"What the hell are you here for?"

"I said I was lonely late at night and couldn't sleep alone, so I came to play with you."

Ling Song didn't realize that he was annoying, kicked off his shoes, shouted how cold it was, and jumped onto Wen Yuanchu's bed.

Wen Yuanchu went to turn on the air conditioner in the room, Ling Song's eyes followed him.

This man really just came out of the shower, but he didn't walk around with his butt naked. He was wearing cotton pajamas with flowers, which was very different from the Wen Yuanchu he usually saw.

Wen Yuanchu went back to the bed and sat down, and asked him in a cold voice: "You don't sleep most of the night, you come to my house through the window, what exactly do you want?"

"Late night..."

Facing Wen Yuanchu's displeased eyes, Ling Song swallowed back the last half of his sentence, and sneered: "I can't sleep, so I can't come to play with you? Don't make a fool of yourself."

"If you want to play with me, you can come in through the door. Why do you have to climb the window? What if you fall?"

Ling Song didn't care: "It's just so high, you won't die if you fall."

Seeing that Wen Yuanchu's expression became even more ugly, he quickly shut up, stretched out his hand and grabbed Wen Yuanchu's sleeve: "Good father, I've come here, so don't talk about it, I won't open the window next time."

"No more next time, stupid thing."

Wen Yuanchu knocked him on the forehead, Ling Song dared not speak out, why scold him again

Wen Yuanchu was too lazy to talk to him, so he went to turn out the game console for him to play, but there were three chapters: "One hour at most, go back to sleep."

Seeing his game console, Ling Song was so excited that he danced wildly, and nodded quickly: "Okay, just an hour!"

He sat on Wen Yuanchu's bed, rolled up his quilt, and played Super Mario.

Wen Yuanchu saw that his appearance was very unpleasant, so he took a book and sat on the sofa, not seeing him.

The background sound of the game, ding ding ding, mixed with Ling Song's shouts from time to time, rang non-stop in the room.

Wen Yuanchu couldn't calm down, and it took a long time to turn a page of the book in his hand.

He raised his eyes from time to time, Ling Song smiled happily, his expression was full of willful joy.

Looking at it, Wen Yuanchu felt a little complicated.

... He is probably also happy.

Half an hour later, Wen Yuanchu got up and went to the kitchen downstairs to make supper for Ling Song.

The lights were not turned on in the kitchen, Wen Yuanchu stood in front of the stove and waited for the water to boil, his mood gradually settled.

Ling Song was sitting in his room, occupying his bed confidently, waiting for him to make him a supper, thinking of this, Wen Yuanchu's heart was full, and he was extremely heavy.

"Wen Yuanchu, what delicious food are you doing?"

Ling Song searched for the smell, and sniffed hard: "Sour soup noodles!"

Wen Yuanchu added the ingredients into the pot: "You finished playing the game? Why did you get down?"

Of course not, but Wen Yuanchu went out, and he came down to look for someone because he was bored in the room alone. He didn't expect this person to hide here secretly to cook food.

"It smells so good, do you have my share?"

Seeing his gluttonous appearance, Wen Yuanchu teased him expressionlessly: "No, you didn't say you wanted to eat it, I just made mine."

Ling Song said "ah", very disappointed.

"Really? You didn't ask me, how do you know I don't eat it."

"No."

"... Dad is no longer Zai Zai's good father, can't we split up?"

Wen Yuanchu refused: "No."

"Just take a bite, half a bite is fine, let me taste it, okay?"

"not good."

"Is it really bad?"

"not good."

Ling Song was a little angry. After thinking about it, he seemed to have no position to be angry, and felt aggrieved.

If you don't eat, don't eat, what's the big deal.

Wen Yuanchu had already cooked the noodles, took out a large bowl, took chopsticks, and brought them to the restaurant outside.

Ling Song sat down opposite him and looked at him eagerly.

The street lights of the community outside the window reflected in, and the grievance in Ling Song's eyes was clearly visible.

"Some people eat alone in the middle of the night, and they are reluctant to share a bite with others. The traditional virtues of respecting the old and loving the young have been learned in the stomach of dogs."

In the end, he couldn't hold back, and hummed against Wen Yuanchu.

Wen Yuanchu calmly asked: "Respect the old and love the young? Are you young?"

"Smaller than you anyway."

Ling Song lay down on the dining table.

… Forget it if you don’t eat, eat so much, I’ll curse you for having diarrhea tomorrow.

Alas, I thought Wen Yuanchu was better than that dead ghost.

Sure enough, he thought too much.

That dead ghost will not starve him.

Wen Yuanchu raised his chin at him: "Sit up, is the dining table dirty?"

Ling Song pursed his lips and lost his energy: "I'm going back, you can eat slowly."

It will kill you.

He stood up, and when he passed by Wen Yuanchu, he was grabbed by the wrist and forced to sit down.

Before Ling Song could say anything else, Wen Yuanchu had already pushed the untouched bowl of noodles to his eyes: "I made it for you, eat it."

Ling Song choked when the curse words came to his lips.

"You made it for me?"

Wen Yuanchu went to the kitchen to get another bowl, shared one-third of it, and left the rest to him: "Don't eat too much in the middle of the night, you won't be able to sleep for a while."

Only then did Ling Song come back to his senses. He was tricked by this man, and his face turned red: "Did you do it on purpose?"

Wen Yuanchu nodded: "Hurry up and eat, it will be cold in a while."

Ling Song was a little angry, but also a little happy. He picked up his chopsticks and complained in a low voice: "Is it fun to play me? Bad dad."

Wen Yuanchu stroked his hair: "Eat it, I'm just kidding you."

Hearing Wen Yuanchu's tone, Ling Song lost his temper in an instant, and began to eat noodles with a snort.

Wen Yuanchu's craftsmanship is really good, and this noodle is really fragrant.

He took back what he said before, this person is really better than a dead ghost.

much better.

After supper, Ling Song, who had said to leave before, still refused to leave, and followed Wen Yuanchu back to the room.

Wen Yuanchu forbade him to play games anymore, and put away the game console. He was not annoyed, and grabbed Wen Yuanchu's arm and begged him: "Father Yuanchu, I'll stay here to sleep with you at night. We can chat under the quilt. I'll listen to you." Those who lived on campus said that it was very interesting to hide under the covers and chat after the lights were turned off at night."

Wen Yuanchu: "... up to you."

He turned out a new toothbrush towel for Ling Song and told him to wash up.

Ling Songfei pulled him along.

After entering the bathroom, Ling Song casually picked up the body wash used by Wen Yuanchu and looked at it. It was indeed the same brand as his, but the packaging was different.

He opened the lid and smelled it carefully, and the smell was similar to the one he used himself. It was somewhat similar to the scent on Wen Yuanchu's body, but not exactly the same.

"strangeness."

He stuck it to Wen Yuanchu's neck and sniffed hard.

Wen Yuanchu was brushing his teeth, and turned his gaze to him: "What are you doing?"

"Why do I always feel that your body smells so good, and the smell of this shower gel is different? Did you use perfume?"

"No." Wen Yuanchu pushed his head away.

Ling Song thought for a while, then asked again: "Do you know what Lin Qiuyi and the others mean by Omega and Alpha?"

Wen Yuanchu spit out the foam in his mouth and rinsed his mouth: "I don't know, but that girl is crazy, just listen to what she says, don't take it seriously."

This is also the reason Ling Song thinks about. He has been lied to by Lin Qiuyi once before, and there is nothing that the girl said that can be trusted.

But he was really curious why Wen Yuanchu smelled so good...

Wen Yuanchu went out first after washing up. Ling Song held a toothbrush in his mouth, turned on his mobile phone Baidu, and searched for "Omega? Alpha".

five minutes later.

Ling Song angrily pressed the black phone screen, vowing that he would believe in Lin Qiuyi's nonsense in the future, and his name was written upside down.

At half past ten, Ling Song climbed onto Wen Yuanchu's bed.

Wen Yuanchu leaned against the head of the bed and was reading a book, Ling Song lay down under the quilt, raised his head and smiled at him, then blinked again.

Wen Yuanchu put down the book, turned off the bedside lamp, and lay down too.

Ling Song took a deep breath, Wen Yuanchu's quilt also smelled of him, it smelled so good.

"Hurry up and go to bed." Wen Yuanchu patted his waist lightly.

Having just had a full meal, Ling Song turned over and faced Wen Yuanchu face to face, stared into his eyes in the dark, and said, "Wen Yuanchu, let's chat."

Wen Yuanchu closed his eyes slightly, with a laziness in his voice: "Speak, I'll listen."

Being so close, his voice went straight into his ears, and Ling Song felt itchy all the way to the apex of his heart.

After thinking for a while, he asked, "Why are your pajamas printed? Is your father really a little girl?"

Wen Yuanchu replied calmly: "My mother bought it."

"Then you will wear it?"

"Why don't you wear them?"

Too.

It didn't work to make fun of others, Ling Song felt that it was boring, so he changed the subject.

"Then...why do you smell so fragrant?"

"No, you are delusional."

"Absolutely not, it smells really good," Ling Song swallowed, "Why don't you let me smell it again? Just smell it."

Wen Yuanchu didn't make a sound, as if he had fallen asleep, Ling Song only thought that he agreed, leaned over, and stuck to his shoulder and neck.

It smells so good.

Ling Song took a deep breath, subconsciously stuck out his tongue, and licked his shoulder.

Wen Yuanchu's body was slightly stiff, and he tried his best to endure, and raised his hand to pinch the back of his neck: "Stop making trouble, be honest."

Ling Song didn't seem to notice it, he licked it a few more times, and raised his head with a smile: "Wen Yuanchu, you smell so delicious, I really want to bite you and mark you."

It seems that what Lin Qiuyi saw made sense. Wen Yuanchu was covered in Omega fragrance, so he, an Alpha, was seduced by him again and again, wanting to bite him.

Yes, it is like that.

Wen Yuanchu slightly narrowed his eyes.

The lights were not turned on in the room, but they were so close, Ling Song instinctively felt the danger in his eyes: "Wait—"

Wen Yuanchu turned over and pressed him down, and bit him hard on the neck.

"hiss-"

Ling Song took a deep breath, reached out and beat Wen Yuanchu's back: "Let go..."

Wen Yuanchu's heat overwhelmed him, and the place where he was bitten felt damp, hot and itchy, and his whole body went limp, with numbness from head to toe.

After a long time, Wen Yuanchu let go, gasping in his ear, his voice hoarse: "Do you still dare to make trouble?"

Ling Song wanted to cry but had no tears: "Don't dare anymore, father, please spare me, father let me go."

… What the hell is he doing, bastard

Wen Yuanchu pressed his limbs and breathed heavily. It took a long time for him to calm down. He backed away from Ling Song and fell back into the pillow.

Ling Song hurriedly turned his back, pulled up the quilt, and didn't want to talk to him anymore.

unacceptable.

Wen Yuanchu closed his eyes, waited for the people around him to fall asleep, got out of bed and went to the bathroom.

In winter, turn on the cold water.

On the one hundred and third day after he came back, he teased me, but I couldn't hold it back... Did he do it on purpose

I don't know whether to be happy or not.