Tired ABO

Suiyu, whose body was being missed, didn't notice it.

When he came out of the bathroom, Chu Yan was already sound asleep.

Sui Yu looked at the person who occupied more than half of his sleeping position, slightly hooked the corners of his lips, reached out to rescue his pillow from Chu Yan's arms, and then lay down on the remaining small space beside the bed.

A good night's sleep.

When Chu Yan rubbed his eyes and opened his eyes, facing the open chest in front of him, he was in a trance, and his mind went blank for a moment. His palm was still pressed on it, and the palm was warm. He felt the skin under the palm so hot for a moment.

Before Chu Yan could close his hand, his wrist was suddenly grabbed. He raised his eyes unexpectedly, and met Shang Suiyu's lazy eyes that had just opened.

"Ah, Ah Sui?" He said dryly.

Sui Yu took his hands away from his chest, and then lay down on his back rubbing his forehead, "Mmm."

The voice was hoarse and sexy, and Chu Yan's hands and feet suddenly felt numb, and his legs tightened involuntarily.

Fuck, Chu Yan cursed secretly, is he really so hungry? ?

He silently crawled out of Suiyu's arms, moved to the bed, away from Suiyu.

"That Sui, I might have had a strange dream last night." Chu Yan pulled his hair and explained with difficulty, "So I didn't sleep... I didn't sleep very well."

Chu Yan still had no face to admit that because of his poor sleeping posture, he voluntarily crossed the dividing line of Chu River, got into Suiyu's arms, and pushed Suiyu to the bedside.

"En." Suiyu still responded briefly, he got up and got out of bed, then suddenly turned his head to look at Chu Yan who had wrapped himself in the quilt again, smiled slightly, and said softly, "It's okay."

Chu Yan watched him walk into the bathroom in a daze, and almost died of drunkenness in Suiyu's looming dimple attack.

After reacting, he slammed into the bed, ripped off his pajama pants and reached out to touch it through a thin layer of cloth.

For a moment, Chu Yan almost cursed, his voice reached his throat, but he swallowed it back abruptly, he was about to explode.

Chu Yan shook his hands and sat up with an unhappy expression.

The dream last night was real. He slept next to Suiyu and had a spring dream in which the main character was Suiyu and him. It was really not ordinary pornography.

Chu Yan rubbed his hair, and brutally pulled a strand of hair down. He opened the closet irritably and picked up a pair of underwear and walked to the bathroom.

Passing by Suiyu who was brushing his teeth, he walked straight to the shower room without raising his eyes.

Suiyu looked at Chu Yan who was messing with him with his back turned, and suddenly his eyes fell on the pair of black underwear on the shelf beside him.

"Chuchu." He called him in a low voice.

When Chu Yan heard his voice at first glance, it seemed like a feather was plucking at his heart, and he responded unhappily and awkwardly, "Yes,"

"You're holding my panties."

Chu Yan was stunned in disbelief on the spot. He turned his head to look at the pair of underwear that was charged with the crime hanging beside him, and his right ear turned red.

After struggling for two seconds, he covered his face with one hand, picked up the wrong pair of underwear and shook them with the other hand, and shyly said, "Give it back to you!"

Suiyu stretched out his hand to hook the side of his underwear, and looked at Chu Yan who was covering his face, "Chuchu wants to take a bath."

When asked suddenly, Chu Yan inexplicably felt an embarrassment already known to Sui Yu, he would never admit his hunger and thirst.

So, Suiyu looked at the Jiaojiaoguai who had already taken off his shirt, and said righteously, "That's not it!", then turned around and took the pajamas that were put aside and put them on again.

Suiyu smiled lightly and said nothing.

Chu Yan touched the tips of his ears, slowly moved over to him, and began to brush his teeth.

Later, Chu Yan deliberately stayed in the bathroom for a long time, and refused to follow Suiyu down.

After he took a shower as he wished, he hid in the bathroom and washed the dirty underwear secretly.

Chu Yan looked at the shower gel-flavored bubble water in front of him, and suddenly felt like a teenager who woke up in the morning and found that he had accidentally cleaned up the aftermath and didn't want others to know.

Chu Yan shook his head, he would never admit that he was shy in front of Suiyu!

The old man downstairs who came back from a walk with the dog saw that only Suiyu was there, and asked, "Where's Ah Chu?"

Suiyu, who was reading the morning paper, raised his head when he heard the sound, "Good morning, grandpa, Chuchu is still taking a bath."

Leaning on crutches, the old man raised his eyebrows, "Why do you take a bath in the morning?"

Suiyu smiled lightly and remained silent.

The old man turned his mind suddenly, and when he looked at Suiyu again, there was a touch of approval and satisfaction in his shrewd eyes.

"Old Li," the old man leaned on a cane to greet Uncle Li, and when Uncle Li came over, he ordered with a smile, "Let the kitchen make some soup."

Uncle Li understood, and responded with a smile.

When Chu Yan sneaked downstairs, his eyeballs rolled around, only to see Suiyu sitting on the sofa, he walked over and sat down next to Suiyu, tugged at the corner of Suiyu's clothes, and asked in a low voice, "Ah Sui, grandpa Woolen cloth."

He got close, half of his body was about to lie in Suiyu's arms, the sweet and rich camellia fragrance mixed with a touch of bergamot honey rushed into Suiyu's nose.

"In the kitchen." He raised his hand and folded Chu Yan's collar.

"A Sui, what are you doing?" The back of his neck was suddenly touched sensitively by warm fingers, Chu Yan shrank reflexively, stretched out his hand to cover the back of his neck, and the rabbit stared blankly at Suiyu.

"The collar is crooked." Suiyu said in a serious manner, and helped him straighten the collar in a gentlemanly manner, "It's done."

"Oh," Chu Yan touched his collar, then smiled at Sui Yu with his lips curled up, "Thank you, Sui."

Suiyu patted his head.

"What is Grandpa doing in the kitchen?" Chu Yan turned and looked towards the kitchen.

"I don't know." The old man insisted on personally going to supervise the workers to give Chu Yan the big tonic soup.

The kitchen was a little far away from the living room, and Chu Yan couldn't see the old man, so he said oh, and didn't worry about what the old man was doing.

When he turned his head, he saw a basket of fresh lychees on the low table, and suddenly remembered the plate of lychees belonging to Suiyu that he had stolen yesterday.

He simply sat on the carpet in front of Suiyu, next to the short table, bowed his head and began to peel the lychees.

Sui Yu looked at the exposed white and tender back of the neck, the skin covered by the glands was delicate and smooth.

Suiyu looked away lightly.

Chu Yan followed Suiyu to the dining table with a bowl full of lychee meat.

As soon as the old man saw the lychees in his hands, the creases at the corners of his eyes creased a little more, and he nodded in satisfaction.

Chu Yan put the lychee bowl on the defensive and held it in another hand, "Grandpa."

Sui Yu pinched Chu Yan's wrist and pulled him back calmly.

The old man looked at the movements of the two, restrained his eyes, coughed lightly, "Let's eat."

Chu Yan was next to Suiyu, and his buttocks fell nervously. He always felt that the old man looked at him differently, and there was something more inexplicable.

Uncle Li just came over with a soup cup.

Chu Yan watched helplessly as Uncle Li put the soup cup in front of him.

"???" Chu Yan turned to look at the old man and Suiyu suspiciously.

Why don't they.

Suiyu was eating his breakfast gracefully, without any response.

The old man was also eating the breakfast in front of him without raising his eyes.

Chu Yan was stunned. He tentatively opened the lid. Could it be that this was his extra breakfast today, with steamed eggs in it?

As a result, when he saw the floating goji berries, red dates and yellow flowers, the corners of Chu Yan's mouth couldn't help twitching again and again, but he couldn't hold back the lid.

As for the soup, Chu Yan lingered until the last time he got off the table, didn't drink a drop, then groped to the kitchen to pour it out, and when he came out, he met Suiyu who was waiting for black coffee.

Chu Yan smiled obediently at Suiyu with his hands behind his back.

After the meal, Chu Yan received a call from Tang Cong. In addition to reporting the progress of the work, Tang Cong also mentioned in passing that Xu Zhichen's hot search list had been removed before two hours had passed.

Listening to Tang Cong lamenting the power of capitalists in a low voice, Chu Yan caressed the fluff on the top of Da Ben's head and gave a soft snort.

Tang Cong was startled, "Brother Yan?"

Chu Yan hummed lightly, "Is there anything else?"

"No, no more."

"Oh, hang up."

Tang Cong looked at the hung up phone in his hand, and turned around abruptly, "Brother Deng, Brother Yan hung up the phone."

Deng Jun took a sip of his cigarette. In the smog, he jumped off the high stool, picked up the coat next to him and walked out the door, "It's okay, you go back first."

Because of Chu Yan's attitude last night, he worriedly sorted out the various emergency response plans for the whole night.

From the looks of it now, it should be fine.

At this time, he especially wanted to find a gentle place to sleep to death.

It is rare for Chu Yan to have free time to stay honestly in the old house. When the old man saw that Sui Yu went upstairs to work, he hurriedly kicked Chu Yan who was nestling on the sofa after answering the phone, playing games while picking up lychee meat. .

"What are you doing?" Chu Yan hugged the bowl and turned away from the phone.

"Xiao Zhang is free now, you go to the kitchen and learn how to cook two dishes with Xiao Zhang." The old man ordered.

Chu Yan rolled his eyes, "I won't go."

The old man leaned on his crutch twice, hating iron for being weak, "Didn't you think you didn't know how to do much last time?"

"That happened last time. Now I think I can do enough." Chu Yan replied lazily. He is leaving soon and has no chance to cook for Suiyu. There is no need to worry about his worrying cooking.

"Okay, then what do you think you will do." Unexpectedly, the old man, as far as the two dishes that Chu Yan knows, he still doesn't know, they are not enough at all, and they will definitely not be enough in the future.

"Sweet and sour short ribs!" Chu Yan raised his eyebrows proudly, "I did a great job making this!"

"That's all you can do!" The old man raised his voice, and the tip of his cane crossed over and hit the back of Chu Yan's hand twice, "You just go learn two more small dishes and cope with it." He persuaded earnestly.

Chu Yan stood up reluctantly, looked at the old man and said forcefully, "Suiyu will not be happy."

If Suiyu found out, he was forced to learn how to cook reluctantly, and he would not be happy after cooking for him.

How could the old man Sui fail to understand what he meant? Before the two got married, Chu Yan had discussed with him and reached an agreement, and then went to learn how to cook, trying to create the illusion that Chu Yan could cook in front of Sui Yu.

Later, Suiyu often went on business trips every month, and Chu Yan's inexperienced kitchen skills were useless for making a simple breakfast.

Now Suiyu basically looks down at Chu Yan every day and looks up. The things that Chu Yan can make seem to be not enough for a few days. Aunt Zhang, who has been in the old house for the past two weeks, goes to Nanqiao Biwan every day before [-]:[-] p.m. Finish dinner and leave.

"You can figure it out." The old man suddenly stood up with his hands behind his back, leaning on his crutches and turning to leave.

Chu Yan propped his forehead helplessly, knowing that he was mad at the old man.

"Grandpa." Chu Yan jumped off the sofa to stop him, "I'll just go find Aunt Zhang, don't be angry."

The old man leaned on the ground with his cane, raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes, "You bastard!"

Chu Yan went to help him, nodded and bowed, "Yes, yes, I was wrong, I'll go right away."

When eating at noon, Suiyu was puzzled when he ate the rice in front of him that was either a little salty or had too much sugar.

The three of them have different tastes, so the dishes placed in front of each of them are different.

Suiyu saw that the old man and Chu Yan beside him seemed to be eating very well, so he didn't think too much about it, and forgave a small mistake in the kitchen today, as usual, and finished the meal without changing his face. It is lunch of dark dishes.