The big brother's little dick is sweet and flirtatious

Chapter 180

Hou Chuyuan took the hair tie in her hand and stood behind her, with very skillful movements, a ball head was immediately tied up.

Then turn on the camera of the phone and place it half a meter in front of the girl.

"Not bad, we haven't been together for five years, and our tacit understanding hasn't diminished at all."

Ye Xige took a satisfied photo with the phone camera, and took a bite of the plum cake. It was hot and very satisfying.

Hou Chuyuan glanced at her lightly, then stretched out his arms: "Let's go."

Hou Chuyuan grew up in Yan's family. He was originally raised to accompany the children of Yan's family, and later he was trained as an elite assistant.

Since childhood, she has been with the only young lady of the Yan family. She is an older brother and a school attendant.

In the aristocratic circle of the imperial capital, people are divided into three, six, or nine ranks. Ye Xige is undoubtedly the one among the celebrities, the one who is loved by all the stars.

There is only a three-year age difference between the two. In front of the masters of the Yan family, Ye Xige is the leader and Hou Chuyuan is the next.

In private, the two are brothers and sisters without distinction.

at night.

Song Ning heard the movement outside the building, got up and looked out the window, it was Hou Chuyuan and Ye Xige who had returned.

Looking at the clock on the wall, it was already past twelve o'clock in the evening.

After giving Yan Yan a massage, she couldn't fall asleep.

When he turned his gaze back to the bed, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.

She was far away and couldn't see what Yan Yan was saying to Ye Xige, but Hou Chuyuan bowed and left.

Ye Xige was supported by a servant, and walked home in a somewhat staggering pace, as if he was drunk.

Song Ning was a little puzzled, her sister was drunk, didn't Yan Yan help to take her back to the room?Let the maid take care of it.

Lying on the bed, tossing and turning a little thirsty, Song Ning got out of bed and was going downstairs to pour a glass of water.

When passing the corner of the study, I saw the light projected from the gap in the study.

someone.

Song Ning thought that in this study, not long ago, she had smashed Mama Yan's precious items, and she couldn't help feeling guilty.

It seems that he has not even made a formal apology, and has been doted on by men.

It is said that people are most calm and emotional in the middle of the night.

Song Ning accidentally pushed open the door of the study, and the smell of tobacco and alcohol filled the whole study, instantly invading her senses.

Song Ning covered her lips, frowned and coughed, attracting the attention of the man seated by the window. The magnetic voice was very calm, but Song Ning could also hear the hidden impatience: "Why didn't you sleep?"

"I...I can't sleep."

A gust of cold wind blew into the study through the window, and the door of the study was blown shut instantly, with a bang, Song Ning subconsciously shivered twice.

The wind also dissipated the faint smell of smoke and alcohol in the study, and Song Ning was attracted by the pieces of jade porcelain on the desk.

It is obviously a favorite relic of Yan's mother.

It is false for Yan Yan to say that he doesn't care, but who can be completely indifferent?
Song Ning's eyes were hot: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been drinking that day, and I ruined Auntie's things."

"I'm sorry, if only it worked."

The cigarette butt twisted by the man's fingertips was lit up by the sparks, a thin mist overflowed from between his lips and teeth, and there was a faint concentration in his eyes.

Song Ning hadn't seen him smoking and drinking in front of her for a long time, his posture was alienated and indifferent, his clear face was expressionless, and he actually felt a little chilly.

"........."

The atmosphere in the study froze the moment she opened her mouth. Even though the heating in the house was sufficient and there were soft blankets under her feet, Song Ning's whole body was cold at the moment, and the coldness shot up from the soles of her feet.

"I will never drink again in the future. I know that you have always been very kind to me and will tolerate me in everything."

"This matter has been on my mind for a long time. I don't know what to do to make you happy. I'm really sorry."

Song Ning didn't know what to say, so she could only talk nonsense, trying to express her remorse.

Yan Yan turned sideways, the end of his eyes were slightly red, he squeezed the cigarette butt out in the ashtray with his hand, and slightly adjusted his gloomy mood.

Turn on the ventilation system in the study, wash your hands before walking in front of Song Ning.

The corners of Yan Yan's eyes were very red, and the whites of his eyes could hardly be seen. There was frost between his brows, cold and calm.

"The relics left by the deceased are meant to be cherished. Now that they are lost, it is impossible to restore them. You didn't mean to, and there is a reason for it."

Yan Yan took her by the hand, sat on the sofa, and took a blanket on one side to cover her, his movements were still gentle, but his face was expressionless: "It would be a lie to say that I am not angry, I have heart, blood, and flesh."

Song Ning's eyes were very hot, but she didn't have the slightest desire to shed tears. She quietly listened to Yan Yan's understatement.

"What if I get angry again? If I lose it, I will never come back. I can only stay with what I have now, status, wealth, life, and...you."

The man suddenly smiled, and there was a little tenderness in his eyes, "Some things are lost when they are lost, but those lost things hurt you, so they have no value in existence."

"I feel sorry for those things because my mother picked them for you, and those things that haven't arrived are urgently given to you."

Song Ning's eyes fell on the only surviving fragments on the table, her voice paused and her throat hurt: "Choose it for me?"

"Ah."

Yan Yan embraced her, took her back to the room step by step, and let her lie on the bed: "Just know it's wrong, don't drink alone if you can't drink, go to sleep."

"Not in the future, I will listen to you."

Song Ning held his hand, and after confessing her feelings, she felt less uncomfortable, and slowly fell asleep with the man's company.

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"Ningxi, this is the soy milk bought by the crew, drink it while it's hot."

At the filming scene of the crew, Fu Rong was wearing a thick down jacket, and the hair accessories on his body were the ancient makeup and hair of Yunbin.

Su Ningxi sat on the chair to rest, lost in thought from the cold, but when her palms warmed up, she regained her senses in an instant.

When the two of them fell off the stage, their relationship became better and better, and they handed her the hot baby warmer in their pockets: "The crew has run out of warmers, I brought them myself, the weather is too cold, be careful not to catch a cold .”

"Thanks to you Ningxi during this time, otherwise I would have been told to die by the director. With your method, not only my mood changes quickly, but also my movements have made great progress."

Fu Rong smiled, "I heard from the director that we have to shoot for another day or two before we can go back to rest and change venues."

Su Ningxi: "I haven't seen Song Ning for a long time. After the filming of these few days is over and I get off work, shall we go to Qingyuan together?"

This sentence was exactly Fu Rong's purpose this time. Fu Rong sighed heavily, which attracted Su Ningxi's concern: "What's wrong? Is there something you don't understand about filming?"

Fu Rong shook his head, with a sad face full of thoughts.

(End of this chapter)