I heard you asked me to take a bath

Ten minutes later, the eldest son of the Song family squatted in the small bathroom of the self-built house, working diligently to repair the water pipes...

Lu Xian couldn't help laughing when he saw this tall man, wearing a famous brand, squatting condescendingly in front of the water pipe, struggling to twist a screw.

"What are you laughing at?" Song Yang turned his head and looked at him with a frown, "Wipe off my sweat."

"Oh." Lu Xian took out a tissue to help him wipe off the sweat on his forehead, "Why don't you return it to me?"

"Come on, your little arms and legs can't be repaired at dawn."

Although Song Yang dismissed him verbally, the work in his hands never stopped.

Lu Xian looked at his profile, the facial features were extremely delicate, just like the astonishment when they met for the first time.At this time, the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his arms, and the muscle lines shown by the strength of his arms were particularly sexy.

For a moment, the thought "As expected of the man I've loved for so many years, he's so handsome" flashed through Lu Xian's mind.

Then he quickly shook his head and shook off this terrible thought—he knew that if he wanted to stay by Song Yang’s side and continue to be friends, he couldn’t have such small thoughts, and he couldn’t even think about it. Once discovered, it will be beyond redemption.

"Okay, it's fixed." Song Yang stood up and wiped his face, turned on the shower and tried it, and then exited the bathroom after confirming that it would stop spraying water, "Look at me, is my boyfriend overwhelmed now?"

"Boyfriend power?" Lu Xian repeated, "Are you my boyfriend?"

"Except that I didn't go to bed with you, how well I take care of you."

Lu Xian was startled, and then heard Song Yang continue to say, "Luo He keeps saying that you are my nanny all day long, I really should ask him to come over and see who is taking care of whom."

"Tch." Lu Xian gave him a white look, "I thank you, thank you and your family."

"Still talking to me." Song Yang pinched his face, "If I don't come, you can stare at the water pipe by yourself."

This is the truth, Lu Xian has no way to refute, so he can only say: "You let go first."

Song Yang spared his face, stretched his long legs and found a place to sit down at random: "So, to know me, you must have accumulated virtue in your previous life."

"Knowing you, I have suffered eight lifetimes of bad luck." Lu Xian muttered in his heart.

"Aren't you tired of living in this crappy house?" Song Yang looked around the house with a disgusted expression on his face, "Let me rent you a good one, two bedrooms, one living room, private bathroom, and a balcony."

"Farewell, I have money myself, why should you rent a house for me?"

"You rent this crappy house for yourself if you have money?"

"It's six hundred a month, and it's only eight hundred with water and electricity. It also includes broadband. Where can I find such a good house?"

"I'm not afraid that you won't live well."

"No matter how bad my life is, that's all my business." Lu Xian was annoyed by his concern. He felt that it was better for Song Yang not to give him inexplicable care, otherwise it would make him hopeful. Yet he knew that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. "Also, I don't dislike it at all, why do you dislike it?"

"...It's impossible to fix this and that for you every time I come to see you in the future, right?" Song Yang frowned.

Lu Xian stared at him blankly, whenever Song Yang used the word "later" to describe them, it would make him feel that he could stay by his side for a long, long time.

He turned around to clean up the dishes, not wanting Song Yang to notice the change in his expression.

"Hey, you won't go home during the Mid-Autumn Festival? If you don't, come and have dinner with me. My house is too empty, and it's boring to live alone."

Lu Xian's hand holding the bowl paused, "Evil capitalist, did you come here to show off your wealth?"

"I'm serious. There are too many rooms in my house. It's boring for me to live alone. If you want, I want you to move here."

"Come on. I don't want to watch you bring a different woman back every night to provoke me, a single dog." Lu Xian looked at the white detergent foam on his hand and joked.

"I never bring women home." Song Yang took out a cigarette from his pocket, and just as he was about to light it, he heard that Lu Xian didn't like the smell of cigarettes, so he put it back. Come back for the night?"

Lu Xian turned around: "Then I'm not an outsider?"

Song Yang smiled: "Xiao Xian is one of my own."

"..." Lu Xian was stunned for three seconds, and continued to wipe the bowl in his hand——damn, it's like this again, I'm a pig if I waver again.

"How about Mid-Autumn Festival, will you accompany me for dinner?"

"Do not."

Song Yang walked into the kitchen and rolled up his sleeves to wash the dishes with him, "I heard that a typhoon is coming during the Mid-Autumn Festival, don't take your poor house to the sky with people and roofs, it's still safe in my place."

"Hey, the typhoon in Xiamen is always thunderous and rainy. I think it's the same this time. Not a single tree can be blown down."

"You white-eyed wolf, you would rather go to the sky with the typhoon than have a meal with me, a lonely family." Song Yang angrily snatched his bowl and refused to let him wash it.

"Give it back to me." Lu Xian became angry and reached out to grab it, "Are you childish or not?"

Song Yang held the bowl very high, making Lu Xian out of reach with his absolute height advantage.

Standing on tiptoe to try a few times, to no avail, Lu Xian tugged at his collar: "Crazy! I quit, I want to resign! My boss is a crazy!"

Song Yang grabbed his dangling hand and said happily, "Resign, if you have the guts, just resign and I'll see."

The hands that had been wiped with dish soap were foamy and slippery, and there was a different kind of tactile sensation when they were held together. Both of them were taken aback, but no one made any further moves at that moment.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Lu Xian felt that Song Yang's rough thumb was still rubbing against the back of his hand.

He was so frightened that he quickly withdrew his hand and said, "The kitchen is so small, you still come in to scare people, get out quickly."

"Tsk~" Song Yang narrowed his eyes, "Am I too used to you, and I'm getting more and more crazy."

At this time, Lu Xian's mobile phone sent a "ding" text message. He wiped his hands, and turned on the screen to see that it was a typhoon warning from the meteorological station. It was reported that the typhoon would land directly in front of Xiamen, and the wind might reach Above level [-], the general public is advised not to engage in outdoor activities that day.

Damn, so exaggerated?

Lu Xian looked at the phone and was stunned... It seems that the typhoon this time may be really dangerous.

Song Yang also caught a glimpse of the text message, and leaned against the pool to look at Lu Xian leisurely: "Congratulations, you are going to heaven."

Lu Xian struggled for a moment, then pulled out a dry smile: "What's inside, Mr. Song, don't you have a lot of rooms in your house?"

Song Yang was secretly refreshed, pretending to be calm on the surface: "You want to avoid me for a while?"

Looking at your tone, looking at your shyness, Lu Xian thought to himself: Hey, I'm so angry, but I still have to keep smiling.

"Mr. Song is so generous, why don't you give me a room for two days?" He blinked and looked at him expectantly.

"Hmm..." Song Yang thought for a moment, "Your house is pretty good, six hundred a month, broadband is included, the roof is strong, the facilities are complete, and the water pipes only burst once every two months. Where can I find such a good house? , you can spend the Mid-Autumn Festival here."

"..." Lu Xian's hand holding the phone froze in mid-air. After a long time, he took a deep breath, "Song Yang, I'll fuck your grandma!"