I'm not unlucky at all

Song Xing's English learning is neither fast nor slow. He likes to listen to Qin Yan read nice English poems to him, and likes to sit together in a spacious rocking chair in the afternoon, drink the same cup of black tea, and eat the same small cake.

After the two of them got along for a long time, it didn't take long for the old house to figure out Qin Yan's attitude towards Mr. Song Xiao from the housekeeper to the servant.

Different from treating a dispensable bed partner or lover, Qin Yan's attitude towards Song Xing is almost responsive, pampering him to the sky.

This man who has been emotionally indifferent for nearly 30 years seems to have discovered the most precious treasure once, and once he owns it, he encloses it in his own territory, and others can't look at it at a glance.

"No, no! Qin Yan, you are lying!"

Song Xing, who was hugging the cat, opened her almond eyes wide and watched helplessly as the butler, under the gesture of the man, replaced the costume idol drama currently playing on TV with the No. 1 Animation Paradise in CCTV-[-], and jumped off the sofa in an instant To the ground, trying to grab the remote control back.

Qin Yan reached out and hugged his two creaking holes, frowned and carried Song Xing back to the sofa. Seeing the young man looking at him angrily, he lowered his face and said, "Going to the ground without wearing shoes?"

Song Xing said, "There are blankets on the floor, so it won't be cold." As he spoke, his eyes were still firmly glued to the housekeeper, his face full of sorrow.

"Don't make trouble, you've been watching for four hours today." Qin Yan didn't make a fuss, approached Song Xing and asked him, "You like watching it so much?"

Song Xing slightly bent her lips: "I like it, the plot in it is very interesting."

Qin Yan doesn't really want to know how interesting the plot of a goofy ancient costume idol drama is. He's just like an old father. If he hurt his eyes, he had to find something else to divert his attention.

"Another banquet invitation tonight, the hero and heroine of the show you just watched will be there, do you want to go with me?" Normally, Qin Yan would not take Song Xing out to attend those events that he thought were boring. Until the banquet of death, but now I suddenly don't think so.

As for the children, they like the lively atmosphere, especially the celebrities and entertainers on the TV, which attract the children's attention the most, which is better than holding the TV and watching it all the time.

Sure enough, Song Xing was very happy after hearing this, and raised her head and asked him, "Is the banquet fun?"

Qin Yan thought for a while: "It's kind of boring."

Song Xing let out an "ah" in disappointment.

Qin Yan added, "But there are delicious food and entertainers' performances."

Song Xing said, "That's really fun!"

Qin Yan smiled and patted his head.

Finally coaxed the little ancestor of the family into peace, Qin Yan kissed his lips and went back to the study to deal with business. As for Song Xing, he ran to prepare cat food for Xiaobai, and squatted in one place watching Xiaobai Eat little by little.

"Originally, Qin Yan bought this for me." Song Xing stroked the cat's fur with a little jealousy, seeing how sweet it was eating, she couldn't help but also picked up a piece and put it in her mouth to bite.

The taste is very bland, and it is not delicious for human taste.

Biting a piece and remembering the days when he was a cat, Song Xing wrinkled his nose, got up and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water to rinse his mouth.

"Why do Mr. Xiao fight with a cat for food?"

The butler appeared at the door at some point, and said to Song Xing with a slightly dissatisfied expression.

Song Xing said "Oh", a little embarrassed to say, "I just want to taste it."

The housekeeper glanced at him, then at the cat who squinted its eyes and rubbed against the boy's legs begging to be petted after eating the cat food, and glared at the cat with hatred.

Feeling the housekeeper's gaze, the cat opened its round eyes innocently, tilted its head, and asked with a puzzled cat face, "Meow?"

Song Xing looked at the interaction between the housekeeper and the cat with a little amusement, squatted down and picked up the cat, tilting the weight, pretending to be very surprised and saying: "Wow, Baibai is so heavy, it really looks like a meat ball."

Hearing what Song Xing said, the housekeeper's complexion improved a bit, and then he looked at the cat's chubby figure, his eyes were full of "fatherly love".

Song Xing touched the cat's paws again, squeezed its pads, and finally said, "It's time to cut the nails." After finishing speaking, she looked at the housekeeper.

Butler: "...Xiao Mister, what do you mean next?"

Song Xing blinked, "The housekeeper won't cut the cat's claws, will he?"

When the two of them were sitting on the sofa together, one was holding the cat and the other was holding a pet-specific finger scissors, the housekeeper still had a blank expression on his face.

Song Xing shook Xiaobai's two cat paws, coaxing it and said, "Be good, Uncle Housekeeper will cut your paws for you."

Xiaobai still looked ignorant, arching his head from side to side and rubbing against Song Xing's arms, docile and obedient.

"When this little ancestor first came to the old house, he was barely slapped by an adult, and he has grown so big in a blink of an eye." Seeing the closeness between the boy and the cat, the housekeeper sighed and said, "Speaking of which, this little thing is also a pitiful one. You haven't seen it before. When he first came, a cat could make a lot of noise every day, making the whole old house unsafe. When he was a child, he had a big temper. When he got angry, he even dared to bite his husband. Mister loses his temper and punishes a little devil in the world."

Song Xing listened, and couldn't help but blushed, "...Yes, is it?"

The butler thought that Song Xing was hot, so he didn't pay much attention to it, so he sighed deeply and said, "Isn't it?"

Song Xing said, "But now Xiaobai is quite obedient."

When the butler heard this, he immediately became angry, "That was before Xiaobai lost it!"

Song Xing touched his nose, "It was lost for a while."

"In just a short while, Xiaobai has lost a lot of weight!" The housekeeper said distressedly, "Who knows how much he suffered in that short moment, saying that he lost his way, and we still don't know what Xiaobai is thinking. How scared are you..."

Song Xing: "..." Uncle Housekeeper, you have added a lot of drama to the cat.

The housekeeper said this was not enough, he looked at Song Xing quietly and said, "Mr. Xiao probably didn't know that before you came to the old house, Mr. Xiaobai was his favorite." It's not like now, Mr. doesn't see more for Xiaobai every day. a glance.

Song Xing liked the words of the butler, and said happily, "It's the same now."

Butler: "..." Oh, you really can open your eyes and talk nonsense.

The two talked and made peace, and there was a cute and innocent kitten in the middle, and they quickly cut the cat's nails.

After handing the cat to the maid to clean it, the butler stood at the door and said casually, "Mr. Xiao, I have known you for a long time."

Song Xing was stunned for a moment, and the corners of his lips curved into a smile.

He seldom thinks about the first two worlds. The system says that this is a side effect caused by the fact that his soul power cannot meet the consumption required to cross the world, but his memory will not be wiped out because of this.

As soon as the housekeeper mentioned it, Song Xing nodded and said, "Yes."

The housekeeper tried again and said, "Mr. Xiao met you when you were studying abroad?"

Song Xing blinked, "That's right."

Butler, "Then..."

Song Xing quickly interrupted him, and said in distress, "Housekeeper, you don't know, I was young at that time, and my family didn't want me to be with Qin Yan, saying that he was too old, seven or eight years older than me. But who told me to like him, so when I am of the right age, I will come to China to look for him again."

The "old man" Qin Yan stood behind Song Xing with a complicated expression, and the housekeeper's embarrassing and pale face was in front of him.

"Sir." At this moment, the housekeeper only hated himself for talking too much, and actually heard the history of his husband being disliked by others in front of his husband.

Qin Yan glanced at the butler indifferently, and the butler felt his back go cold, and walked away very numbly.

"You." Reluctantly pulling the boy into his arms from behind, Qin Yan rested his chin on the top of Song Xing's furry hair, and asked in a muffled voice, "Do you think I'm old?"

"How is it possible." Song Xing rubbed the man's neck, without any guilt of being caught saying bad things, and whispered to Qin Yan, "I made up love history for my perfect identity!"

Qin Yan kissed him and said in a nasal voice, "Huh?"

"You are my first boyfriend, but because of age and financial reasons, I was disgusted by my parents who are returnees, and a pair of young lovers were separated. After that, you returned to China sadly and worked hard to build the Qin's consortium, but I suffered My parents died unexpectedly, my family property was robbed by unscrupulous relatives, and I was sent back to the country poorly..." Song Xing said happily, "Later we met in China, you became the big boss, I was a wage earner, and our identities were switched, so the two of us got married again. Once again, a sadomasochistic love affair unfolded, and in the end, the domineering you imprisoned poor me in this huge villa cage, like this and that..."

Probably because he made it up too happily, Song Xing didn't notice that the man's hands around his waist were a little bit harder, and his breathing gradually became heavier.

"Do you really want me to lock you up?" Qin Yan asked suddenly.

Song Xing was stunned for a moment, then said a short "huh", and secretly looked back into the man's dark eyes, feeling guilty for a while.

Qin Yan said again, "Don't you really think about it?"

"Of course!" Song Xing pursed his lips, but the red color of his ears revealed some very disharmonious thoughts in his heart.

Qin Yan kissed his ear and said hoarsely, "Really?"

The air stagnated as if it had been smeared with paste.

Song Xun lowered his head, thinking that the two of them kissed and hugged each other, but they never made it to the last step, so a small sense of resentment climbed over his head, making him almost faint "You can lock me up, but you have to stay with me."

The wall clock in the corridor was ticking, and when the hour hand reached ten, it rang heavily.

Accompanied by the ringing of the bell, Qin Yan whispered, "That will be as you wish."

Didn't go to the evening banquet? Qin Yan locked the treasure he finally found into his arms and took it to a place where no one would dare to set foot in. Then he opened the treasure carefully and carefully opened it with the most pious gesture. Taste, play with, appreciate.

When Song Xing realized how much his words had affected men, it was too late for him to regret it.

For three whole days, he was isolated from the world, and apart from eating and sleeping, there was only the great harmony from life.

However, there are some things that are fresh at the beginning and exciting in the process, but after that, it is very difficult to bear.

So angry that she jumped up from the bed and kicked the man's waist with her feet, Song Xing said, "Qin Yan, why isn't your waist broken yet?"

Qin Yan smiled and turned over, easily hugging Song Xing back into his arms.

"Would you like to sleep more?"

Song Xing said: "Your cute returnee doesn't want to be a canary anymore, he wants to fly out and see the wider sky. He yearns for freedom!"

Qin Yan nodded and tucked the quilt for him, "Okay, what do you want to go out to play?"

Song Xing squeezed her body into Qin Yan's arms in distress, and complained slightly, "You didn't go to the banquet that you promised to take me to."

Qin Yan thought for a while, "I can ask someone to do it again."

Song Xing said, "Forget it, it's such a trouble, otherwise, you can take me out to eat delicious food!"

Qin Yan always followed him, "What do you want to eat?"

Song Xing's eyes lit up, she hugged the man and said, "I want to eat spicy Sichuan hot pot!"

Qin Yan smiled helplessly, "Okay."

After all, he had been messing around for several days, and the official business that was rejected by Qin Yan still needed to be dealt with.

The abnormally spicy Sichuan hot pot was ordered at night, and Song Xing, who had nothing to do during the day, picked up the cat, said hello to Qin Yan, and went out for a walk.

He didn't go far, just walked Xiaobai around in a park near the villa.

The vegetation in the park grows very well. Because it is surrounded by a villa area, there are not many people walking around in the park. There are only a few middle-aged and elderly singing and dancing teams that look higher than ordinary square dances in the center of the park. dancing in the small square.

Song Xing found a stone bench and sat not far from them, stroking the cat, blowing the wind, and taking out his phone from time to time to check.

The mobile phone is for him, with a special positioning system, which is said to be particularly embarrassing.

"Your cat is so cute, can I pet it?"

In a daze, Song Xing found that there was a handsome young man beside him.

The young man had a shy smile on his face, obviously very interested in the cat in his arms.

The cat didn't feel anything, lying in Song Xing's arms and snoring, basking in the sun happily, and didn't respond to the young man's loving gaze at all.

Song Xing rubbed its fur, raised its eyes and smiled at the young man, "You can try to pet it to see if it likes you."

The young man was pleasantly surprised: "Really, thank you."

Song Xing blinked, her blue almond eyes were exactly the same as the round eyes of the cat in her arms.

The young man stroked the cat jerky, and asked Song Xing curiously: "Your eyes are blue, so beautiful, do you wear colored contact lenses?"

Song Xing said, "It's natural."

The young man said, "It's a mixed race. The blue eyes really look like your cat."

Song Xing laughed, "Many people say that."

"What's its name?" asked the youth.

Song Xing scratched the cat's chin and told the young man, "Its name is very common, it's called Xiaobai."

"Xiaobai." The young man repeated thoughtfully, and finally said with a smile, "Then Xiaobai is really popular on the Internet now."

Song Xing was puzzled, "What?"

The young man took out his mobile phone, opened the Weibo software, and showed Song Xing a Weibo with more than [-] likes. "I was not sure when I saw it before, but now I am sure. Xiaobai is the cat in the picture."

That popular Weibo post was exactly the scene where Qin Yan took Song Xing, who was still a cat, to play in the park nearly a month ago, surrounded by little girls.

In the picture on Weibo, the chubby cat is lying comfortably in the arms of a handsome man. The man lowers his eyebrows and gently combs the back of the cat for the cat. The little girls around seem to be the background board.

"Eh?" Song Xing stared at the picture with wide eyes, surprised.

The young man took back his phone and looked at the cat in his arms with a smile, "Xiaobai is now an internet celebrity cat."

Song Xing was stunned, picked up Xiaobai and brought him close to him, thinking about the photo that the young man showed him, but said, "Then it's really amazing."

The young man watched the interaction of one person and one cat, with a smile on his face, and said goodbye to the young man: "Okay, I am also the one who touched the net red cat, thank you."

Song Xing said, "You're welcome, don't be angry."

The young man came silently, and left quickly, and Song Xing learned that he had become an Internet celebrity cat, and he was no longer in the mood to wander outside, so he walked Xiaobai all the way back to the old house.

In the old house, Qin Yan was instructing the housekeeper to prepare clothes for the boy to go out for dinner at night.

Song Xing entered the hall, let go of the cat and ran away with it, jumped into Qin Yan's arms, blushed and said, "Qin Yan Qin Yan, I'm red!"

Qin Yan was puzzled: "What's popular?"

Song Xing said: "I, cat, Internet celebrity!"

Qin Yan still didn't understand, so Song Xing turned on his mobile phone and searched Weibo for pictures to show him.

Qin Yan saw the picture, nodded and said, "It's a good shot."

Song Xingmei looked at the cat-sucking comments below and said triumphantly: "Look, many people like me!"

Qin Yan let out a "hmm".

Song Xing pointed to another comment and said, "There are still many people praising you, and many people also like you!"

Qin Yan only looked at those comments lightly, not paying much attention.

Song Xing pursed her lips, put her arms around Qin Yan and said, "But no matter how many people like you, you can only be mine! Well, I'm yours too!"

Qin Yan couldn't bear it any longer, and leaned over to bite Song Xing's lips.

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dinner time.

"Insanely spicy, abnormally spicy." Song Xing sat in the private room of the restaurant, clicking on the menu frantically.

In his memory, he should be a person who does not have much obsession with food, but Naihe once watched a costume idol drama about cooking when he was a cat, and he couldn't help but have a feeling for the food that the hero and heroine in the drama eat From instinctive curiosity.

Especially the red hot pot covered with crushed chili soup.

Qin Yan frowned and looked at Song Xing, seeing how excited he was, he still swallowed the words that came to his lips.

But after Song Xing finished ordering, he asked the waiter to add another cup of soy milk.

When the waiter brought the bottom of the pot, Song Xing couldn't help taking a deep breath, "It smells so good."

Qin Yan said: "Taste first and see if you can eat it?"

Song Xing is very confident in herself: "I can definitely do it!"

After speaking, I picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks.

"...Well, it's so spicy."

Her cheeks turned red in an instant, and her eyes filled with tears. Song Xing blinked and tried to hold back the tears.

Qin Yan handed him the soy milk, feeling a little distressed and a little funny.

"If you can't eat it, let's change the spiciness."

Song Xing had the habit of gnawing on soy milk, so he shook his head with special force, "No, I, I can eat it!"

Qin Yan frowned, and just as he was about to say something else, Song Xing quickly fed another piece of meat into his mouth.

"Well……"

Soon his eyes were red too.

Qin Yan lowered his face, put his hand to Song Xing's mouth, and said in a reproachful tone, "Spit it out, don't swallow it."

Song Xing opened her mouth tearfully, "It's too spicy, so I just... swallowed it."

Qin Yan: "Don't eat it."

Song Xing said weakly and reluctantly, "I won't eat."

Qin Yan sighed, and only let Song Xing drink soy milk, and then he asked the restaurant waiter to change the pot for them again.

But just as he finished giving orders to the people outside the door, he turned around and saw the figure of the young man inside the house.

Qin Yan was stunned for a moment, looked around, and finally found a white-haired fat dumpling with its legs upturned and a bewildered face under the tablecloth.

"Yeah?"

Song Xing blinked, "...meow."