grab that pudding

Really, it just seemed like a long trip.

Here, it's no different than before.Tables and chairs, sofas, floor lamps, bookshelves, small balconies... so similar, yet so familiar.

Song Huan stood in front of the door, a little choked up.

In the most conspicuous place in the shoe cabinet, there are three pairs of slippers of the same style and different sizes.

Chang Cheng bent down and put the little slippers beside the small chair, carefully explained to Little Pudding: "Because I want to invite you to play, this is specially prepared for Little Pudding."

Little Pudding happily put down his schoolbag, sat on a small chair and changed his shoes, shaking the dull hair on his hair.

Chang Cheng took out another pair of bigger ones and put them in the small open space in the entrance.

Then he took out another pair and stood beside him to change his shoes.

"Uncle, the cartoon is about to start~ Can I watch TV?~"

"No problem, I'll turn on the TV for you." After that, he got up and went to the living room to teach Pudding how to turn on that set of equipment.

Song Huan stood for a long time before squatting down to change his shoes.

There are still some scattered documents and materials piled on the table in the living room, a box of throat lozenges, a few packs of hanging ear coffee, and the unfinished glasses are placed beside the documents.It's not that I haven't tried spilling water from a water glass on documents. How long has it been? This bad habit is not willing to change.

On the small wooden table in the balcony, there are a few dead leaves and fallen flowers blown by the wind. The flowers and plants on the flower stand are tenacious and still alive, and the fragile ones are dying. The standing is uneven, and the repair is also uneven.Silently telling the difficulties of survival.

"What did you do to them? They've been tortured like this." Song Huan knew who the shadow was without turning around.

"No." Chang Cheng's tone was righteous.It just needs to be changed every once in a while, but everything else is fine.

"Nothing. Do you know how to raise them...I can hear their screams..."

"No." Still confident.

This is frank...

Song Huan blurted out: "No, you will plant it back!"

Only after I finished speaking did I realize that it was wrong.These flowers are almost the same as he went here back then, except for a few pots that look similar but are actually of different varieties.

idiot.

Stupid.

"Help me grow it."

"Can't you learn it yourself?"

"You can do it."

"I'm not a housekeeper, so I don't have this business option."

"Do you want to consider expanding your business?"

"You really treat me like a housekeeper!" Song Huan was furious at the beginning.

"No, no." Chang Cheng quickly put his arms around Song Huan's waist, stroking the hair on his back, "I'm a housekeeper. I'm a housekeeper. I wash the dishes, mop the floor, and do the laundry..."

"..."

"Look, I don't grow this flower very well. It's so miserable to change a batch every six months." Chang Cheng followed the advice carefully, "How well you grow the flowers, I can even hear their cries for help."

"You know they're calling for help!"

"Yes, yes, so why don't you save it quickly? It would be a pity if it all dried up."

……

"This one needs to be watered more, as long as it is a little dying, you have to add water... This one can't be exposed to the sun, it has to be placed below, it is relatively dark... This one doesn't need to be watered so much, it is almost drowned..." Song Huanbian Move the lace to guide, and finally couldn't help but complain about the big dog next to him: "Drought to death, flood to death, you are really amazing."

"That's right, I'm not the material. So they leave it to you. I really don't understand. If you don't come, they will die."

"You have to watch it yourself, I can still come every day!"

"Yes! How about..."

"roll!"

Chang Cheng felt wronged: "I haven't finished yet..." Daughter-in-law, when are you going home?

Song Huan was reading a book in the living room, and went to take a shower directly after finishing. When he came out, he found that one big and one small were sitting on the carpet in the study room to put together a jigsaw puzzle. One corner of the jigsaw puzzle was already assembled. The 1000-piece kind can be seen to be the Rhone River. starry sky.

Song Huan's head hurts from watching this, how to spell it out...

"Father~ Look, this is what my uncle and I fought together~" Little Pudding proudly pointed to the little corner.

Song Huan sincerely praised: "Well, you are really amazing."

"I'm amazing~" Little Pudding smiled until his eyes narrowed.

"I'm also super good~" Chang Cheng followed suit.

What cute to buy! !Song Huan looked at the two guys who had exactly the same smile, one was cute and mischievous, the other was handsome and flamboyant, their styles were so inconsistent, yet they were so similar.

"Okay, okay, you guys are amazing. It's already ten o'clock, hurry up."

"There is a small pot in the kitchen, I'll go heat the milk." Chang Cheng got up quickly, he didn't know any habits during this period, probably only the morning time was left.

Song Huan looked at the jigsaw puzzle pieces with clear categories, and it took 0.5 seconds to think about the end of staying with them, so he pressed Chang Cheng who got up: "You guys clean up here, I'll go to heat the milk."

Song Huan, who was heating milk in the kitchen, took out three bowls from the disinfection cabinet.Still the same as before, there are large bowls and small bowls, plain porcelain plates, and patterned ramen bowls.

There are traces of use in the kitchen. Although it can be seen that you don’t cook often, there are everything you need, such as milk pots, ceramic pots, frying pans, purple casserole pots, woks, knives and utensils, and all kinds of seasonings.

What has Mr. Chang experienced in these years...why a person who can even make fried eggs into fried eggs can skillfully use all kinds of pots...I thought that the few dishes last time had exhausted his whole life's effort, no Thinking of it, there is also a purple casserole? ?He also knows how to make soup! !

In other words, apart from that time when I worked overtime and cooked three small dishes to deceive people, it seems that I didn’t do anything else afterwards, just eating and drinking? !Chang Cheng, you can do it!Good guy is hiding everything! !

Lying on the bed and reminiscing about today's beautiful day, Chang Cheng felt that Huanhuan was a little strange just now, why did he smile a little coldly? ?

Did it feel wrong?

may be? ?

Oh, Huanhuan is next door, so excited!Damn the wall, sooner or later I will tear you down!

No no, it can't be dismantled, and there are small puddings.

When will I be able to touch my daughter-in-law, until all my flowers wither...

The next day, Song Huan was woken up by the sound of "crash and frame" in the kitchen.

Pushing himself out of bed with willpower, he walked out of the living room with half-closed eyes, and was walking along the road to the kitchen. He just turned a corner when he hit the glass door of the kitchen with a "frame", and was knocked back two steps.

Song Huan looked at the closed glass door in front of him with a slow and confused expression.

Song Huan looked at the person inside the door in a daze, Chang Cheng, wearing an apron, holding a handful of green onions? ?Oh, I may not have woken up yet... sleep again...

Chang Cheng was terrified, seeing Song Huan who was in a daze, with messy and fluffy hair fixed, sleepy eyes, mechanically stroking his scratched head...

Chang Cheng hastily dropped the green onion in his hand, washed his hands and went to open the door, touching Song Huan's forehead with distress, and said softly, "Does it hurt?...It's still early, why don't you sleep for a while?"

"Hmm...huh??" Song Huan, who finally woke up from the daze, realized that this was not a dream.

Waking up instantly, he stared wide-eyed at the person in front of him.

"Are you... making breakfast?"

"Yeah, do you want sliced ​​noodles or egg pancakes?...I can cook and eat both. What do you want to drink? Do you want soy milk? Or milk?"

Song Huan tilted his head and thought for a while: "Orange juice?"

Chang Cheng was fascinated by Song Huan's head tilted with sleepiness but frowning and serious thinking... My daughter-in-law is so cute, I want to...

Then I moved my hands very well, put one hand into the messy hair, put the other arm around the waist, bowed my head and kissed, it was so cute!So, another kiss.

The eyes and eyelashes are so cute, dear!

The nose is also cute, dear!

The pouting mouth is the cutest, dear!

There are still indentations on the face, cute, dear!

The hair is soft, the waist is soft, everything is soft... Ah, why is my wife so cute!Finally, I saw my daughter-in-law who got up early and was sleepy! !Changcheng was immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself.

Song Huan, who was stupefied by the kiss, came back to his senses, and slapped his paw on the face that was kissed again. If the other hand hadn't been pressed tightly, he would have definitely slapped it down.

"Keep away! What kind of hooligans are you playing early in the morning!"

"Young people are full of vigor!" Chang Cheng said with a happy hooligan look and a proud tone.

Song Huanhong tried to push Chang Cheng away with her hands, but was slapped by Chang Cheng.

"Huanhuan, I can't control myself when I see you!" Chang Cheng's saliva was everywhere again.

"You..." Song Huan was furious, but he couldn't move because he was caught: "Take off your apron! The oil is all on me... No, let go..."

"No!" After finishing speaking neatly, Chang Cheng directly blocked those who still wanted to speak with his mouth.

"Well……"

"Huanhuan... baby..."

The warm lips and tongue are invading, domineeringly invading every corner, and lingering around.After several times of entanglement, Chang Cheng pressed Song Huan's back of the neck, gently withdrew, sucked and lingered outside again, the lingering and delicate voice was as sweet as honey, but also tinged with mint. Fragrance...

The soft obedience, as if being allowed, made Chang Cheng more overbearing and rude, and intensified.

Chang Cheng entangled that soft little tongue forcefully, like a stamp, and made a warm imprint with his teeth...

The reluctant kiss finally came to an end, Chang Cheng looked at the man in his arms with wet eyes, water stains on the reddish mouth corners, shortness of breath and confusion, limp and warm...

The four-year kiss finally continued on this sunny morning.

my dearest.I can kiss you like this from now on.

"Good morning, darling."

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Wang Wang: Master, are you coming back tonight QAQ