Tired ABO

When they went downstairs, the old man had already got the latest news. Leaning on a cane, he looked at them with a smile on his face, and for the first time today, he gave Sui Yu, who was walking on the first step, a pleasant look.

Suiyu slightly raised his eyebrows, and pulled the people behind him forward.

Someone who was pretending to be an ostrich behind him was forced to laugh, raised his head and shouted, "Grandpa."

Hearing the voice, the old man suppressed a smile that was about to overflow his face, nodded calmly, and said, "Eat."

The grandpa and grandson of the two gangsters once again exchanged glances under Suiyu's nose, and walked to the restaurant with a serious look and their own thoughts.

The old man was sitting alone in the main seat, and when Chu Yan saw it, he rubbed the soles of his feet with oil, so he ran to the opposite side, and was about to sit down next to the old man's hand.

As soon as his arm hurt, the old man secretly tapped him with the head of his cane. Chu Yan covered his hands and looked back.

The old man felt a little distressed when he accidentally knocked someone, but he still held his posture and said solemnly, "Sit over."

Suiyu came out with the old man's soup in a stew pot, and saw Chu Yan sitting next to him, and the seat opposite was empty.

"A Sui," Chu Yan turned his head and looked at him eagerly.

Suiyu smiled, walked over with the soup, put it in front of the old man, and then sat down.

The old man glanced at the two people who were making small movements next to him, and held back his laughter, but under the signal of Uncle Li's eyes, he coughed lightly, seeing the two of them looking over together, he said seriously, "What are you doing, eating!"

Chu Yan suddenly dropped Suiyu's hand.

The softness in the palm of his hand suddenly disappeared, Suiyu twirled his two fingers, thinking about the soft feel, met the old man's gaze, he smiled and said, "Chuchu wants to talk to you."

Hearing this, Chu Yan turned his head and opened his eyes to stare at him.

Suiyu pulled his hand away and held it again, pinching here and rubbing there.

The palms of his hands were scratched a little, and Chu Yan wanted to withdraw his hand, but under the gaze of the old man's bright eyes, he did not dare to act rashly, fearing that he would be caught giving birth to a great-grandson. The picture of mountains in the distance is an imitation."

Complacently, Chu Yan inadvertently confessed to Suiyu.

The old man frowned, "Really?"

Suiyu looked at the little Chu cat with its tail cocked up and pursing its lips and snickering at him, it would only stretch out its claws to scratch him once, then avoid it, and just blinked innocently at his probing eyes.

"Yeah." Suiyu nodded, "After reading it carefully, it should not be authentic."

Chu Yan didn't expect the old man to just say "Oh" without saying anything, and even urged the two of them to eat.

Suiyu let go of Chu Yan's left hand and prepared to eat.

He knew that the old man didn't care whether the painting was real or not, he was just looking for an excuse to distract him anyway.

Chu Yan felt quite regretful that the old man did not preach to Suiyu, and quietly condemned the old man Xia Sui with his eyes.

When the old man received the message, he lowered his eyes and pretended not to see it.

He doesn't get involved in young people's affairs.

After a meal, Chu Yan picked up whatever Suiyu liked and put it on his small plate, and whenever the old man asked Suiyu to add some carrots or pieces of meat to the small plate in front of him, he would secretly avoid it. Looking at the old man, he picked food into Suiyu's small plate.

After the selection was over, he smiled at Suiyu with his little belly, which he didn't have at all.

The old man saw everything in his eyes. Looking at the two meals that Chu Yan ate into his belly, he couldn't help but want to frown and reprimand him, but when he thought that he specially made the young couple sit together to make them do more small movements and enhance their relationship, Just put up with it.

Anyway, I have to start a small stove for the two of them for a while.

Sui Yu looked at the mountains of food piled up in his small plate, and the leftovers that Chu Yan threw over were less than a quarter of the overlap.

He pays attention to food at home and doesn't talk about it. He eats quietly with sparse eyes and brows. He is used to Chu Yan "taking care" of him every time he is in the old house.

In front of the old man, Chu Yan didn't dare to take the lead in setting down the chopsticks. He buried his head in the bowl, obediently sipped the soup with a small spoon, and waited for Sui Yu to finish eating.

Sitting on the sofa after the meal hadn't finished eating, Uncle Li brought two small bowls before nine o'clock in the evening.

Looking at the chicken in the bowl, Chu Yan frowned resistingly, and couldn't help pulling the corner of Suiyu's clothes to lean towards him.

"Master." Uncle Li stood upright by the sofa with a tray, and said to Suiyu.

Chu Yan subconsciously turned to look at the old man sitting on the other side.

With the old man standing on crutches, "Go to bed early after drinking the soup."

With a sound, Suiyu raised his hand to take the bowl, and handed the less meaty bowl to Chu Yan.

Chu Yan held the bowl, looked at the meat, and grimaced.

It was too late now, if he ate it, it would be too sinful, and he would "die" tomorrow morning.

Sui Yu used a spoon to skim off the floating oil and water, with an elegant and gentle posture.

Chu Yangan held the bowl and did not move.

Follow the old man to find the remote control, turn off the news on the TV, and see Chu Yan in a daze.

"Ah Chu." He shouted in a deep voice.

Chu Yan's hands trembled, and he shrank to the side of Suiyu.

"Be good, drink it first." Suiyu said softly, his eyes still focused on the small bowl in front of him.

Chu Yan couldn't help it, he would get angry if he didn't drink the old man, he imitated Sui Yu's behavior and drank the soup.

Seeing that the two of them had already drank, the old man felt relieved and asked Uncle Li to help him go to the room.

As soon as the old man left, Chu Yan stopped talking. He looked at the half bowl of soup and meat in the bowl, feeling greasy, covered his mouth, and looked at Suiyu with watery eyes.

Suiyu also only drank half a bowl of soup, and seeing Chu Yan's pitiful look, he chuckled lightly, "See what I do." He got up and walked to the kitchen.

Chu Yan hurriedly followed.

The aunt who cooks has left, and the soup pot is also gone.

Suiyu poured out the soup calmly, and dumped the meat inside into the trash can. Chu Yan followed suit, not forgetting to take out a few pieces of kitchen paper, pretending to be used, and covering the meat.

Of course, Chu Yan rushed to wash the last two bowls.

When they finally returned to their room, Chu Yan's body became limp as soon as he entered the door. If Suiyu hadn't been there, he might have knelt on the ground and cried for a while.

To tell the truth, he wanted to take emetics, so he vomited the half bowl of broth.

Suiyu took a change of clothes and walked into the bathroom.

Chu Yan sat down on the carpet in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in boredom, slumped his shoulders, and watched the moon.

There is a faint fragrance in the air, very light.

Chu Yan sniffed his nose, and there was a sweet citrus fragrance, which Suiyu would not hate even if he smelled it.

As soon as Sui Yu came out to wipe his hair, Chu Yan, who was sitting in front of the window, stood up and hurried into the bathroom.

Suiyu inexplicably had the illusion that it was wrong for him to occupy the bathroom first.

The sound of running water in the bathroom was pattering.

As soon as Sui Yu heard it, he knew that Chu Yan had turned on both the shower and the sink.

Suiyu consciously stays away from the bathroom.

Chu Yan bent down and knelt in front of the toilet in pain, scratching his throat, but he was so sick to his stomach that he couldn't spit out anything.

He bitterly went to take a bath.

When I came out, there was no one on the bed.

Chu Yan looked at the familiar color of the bed sheets, and his brain twitched for a long time before he remembered that this was the bed they slept on when they returned to the old house last time, and it had been almost three weeks.

The corner of his mouth twitched, thanking the old man for creating this opportunity for him.

Chu? Good wife and loving mother? Yan, with wet hair, resignedly pulled out the bedding from the closet and began to change it.

When Sui Yu came back from the studio, he saw a ball bulging in the sheets that had been thrown up on the big bed.

The little group ran left and right, burrowing around the ground.

Chu Yan managed to straighten the four corners of the quilt and backed out. After a slow reaction, he stepped on a soft lump.

Suiyu frowned and hissed lightly.

Chu Yan jumped up like a jump, and the screaming stopped abruptly when he turned to face Suiyu's face.

Then Chu Yan realized belatedly that the softness he just stepped on was Suiyu's instep.

Chu Yan immediately wrinkled his face, carefully supported Suiyu's arm, and looked down at the trampled foot, "A Sui, I'm sorry," he apologized sincerely, "I didn't mean it."

"A Sui, are you in pain?" Seeing that Suiyu was silent, Chu Yan couldn't help raising his voice to amplify the injury.

"It won't hurt if I help you Huhu." As he spoke, he really squatted down next to Suiyu, facing the uninjured foot, with a distance of more than ten centimeters - Huhu.

When the warm breath approached the skin on the feet, Suiyu rubbed his forehead and moved the feet away, "I'm fine."

"Ah, A Sui, are you really alright?" Chu Yan still squatted on the ground, looked up at Sui Yu, and asked sincerely.

In Chu Yan's heart, if you say a few more words, you will die, and you won't say that you don't need to do this, will you?

"It's okay." Suiyu repeated.

Chu Yan frowned distressedly, looked at Suiyu's precious instep again, and confirmed that it was really fine, then moved his legs and stood up.

"A Sui, what are you holding in your hand?" Chu Yan suddenly caught a glimpse of what Sui Yu was carrying, and he felt familiar at first glance, so he hurriedly asked.

Suiyu's eyes fell on the messy bed, and Chu Yan frantically touched it with his hands, trying to smooth out the wrinkles.

"Huh?" Suiyu raised his eyes and raised the notebook in his hand, he said casually, "I took a picture album in the studio."

After he finished speaking, Chu Yan stared at the familiar cover, suddenly remembered what it was, and was about to go over.

Suiyu sat lazily on the small sofa, and raised his hand easily, making Chu Yan feel empty.

"This is mine," Chu Yan bit his lip restrainedly, and stated.

"What is yours?"

"Painting book." Chu Yan began to prepare tears as he spoke.

The bedside light in the bedroom was dim and ambiguous. At this time, it lightly hit Chu Yan's side face, and every stroke of the delicate face was just right.

Suiyu only felt that those peach blossom eyes were brighter and sparkling, looking at him burningly as if he could speak.

The little mole under the eyelid is very charming.

Sui Yu curled his lips into a slight smile, he liked Chu Yan's appearance the most, he was cute and painful.

"Let me take a look." Suiyu said.

"No." Chu Yan refused without thinking, and threw himself into Suiyu's arms, raising his hands, trying to take back the painting book.

Chu Yan didn't know how Suiyu found this album.

Thinking that Suiyu was not there just now, he should have gone to the studio next door.

Suiyu's room is very large, besides the master bedroom, it is also a small study and studio.

The studio was where Chu Yan often stayed in the past few years. He touched every inch of the floor tiles with his hands. During the days when he couldn’t sleep and couldn’t sleep, he was in Suiyu’s studio, relying on drawing his paintings, Draw his pictures, and draw him again, growing up over and over again.

Seeing his serious face, Suiyu smiled lightly, put his arms around the waist of the man in his arms, and prepared to return it to him after teasing him a little more.

"Have you been wearing perfume?" Suiyu frowned suddenly.

He lifted the collar of Chu Yan's pajamas, which was wet with drops of water from his hair, and looked at the back of his neck. Seeing nothing unusual, he took a closer sniff.

Chu Yan's pheromones are not yet in the estrus period.

"I don't have one." Chu Yan argued, he pointed to the aroma lamp on the bedside table, "It smells like aromatherapy."

Suiyu looked at the incense, his body suddenly heated up, and his breasts suddenly began to swell.

Chu Yan was still sitting in his arms, so he naturally felt the thing's erection.

Before he could react, he himself felt hot all over.

Suiyu pressed the center of his brows with a headache, put the album aside, and circled Chu Yan intently.

Chu Yan had already reacted, he looked at Suiyu, his lips moved.

Suiyu nodded.

Chu Yan really wanted to cry, but the old man always held him back.

Every time they go back to the old house, they have extra meals at night. This kind of thing happened before, and they were reminded by Suiyu sideways, and the old man restrained himself a lot.

As a result, this time, the old trick was repeated.

Suiyu was not the kind of Liu Xiahui, he calmly obeyed his own thoughts, lifted Chu Yan's jaw, and lingered on it.

While Chu Yan was dizzy, he still didn't forget to force out words to remind him, "...set up."

Suiyu picked him up and put him on the bed, opened the drawer of the bedside table with his hand, and groped inside.

Chu Yan felt the movement of the person on his body stop suddenly.

Then he saw Suiyu, who was always polite and gentle in front of everyone, with annoyance appearing on his clear face, he restrained himself and thumped off the bed, "No problem."

Chu Yan was startled, the old man even searched for the condoms hidden by the two of them.

Suddenly there was a sound outside the door.

Suiyu suddenly looked at Chu Yan.