Don't look at me, I'm not perfect

Yan An: "..."

But after a while, the movement at the door did disappear.

"Going away?" Yan An was a little worried: "Is something wrong?"

"Okay baby, let's leave it alone, what can happen, at most it's a hand that hurts, some people feel distressed, it's not our turn." Gu Yu quietly rolled his eyes, and once again confirmed that he and Ji Qiannian were not compatible.

"But..." Yan An was still worried. Gu Yu didn't let him finish his sentence this time, so he picked him up and carried him back to the room. Others, why don't you care about me more, you have graduated for so long, you should consider marrying me abroad..."

"Don't... um..."

And Ji Qinian, who knocked on the door for a long time and no one responded, really had a pain in his hand. At first, he was so angry that he didn't even feel the pain, but now he gradually lost his strength and his mind calmed down. The child hugged himself and patted the door His red and swollen hands were tearful, and he looked pitiful.

Woo cute little brother ignored him, he didn't even open the door even after shooting so hard, woo woo woo I'm going to lose my temper!

And Gu Yu, this bastard, I don't know what he said to Song Tingzong. During this period of time, I can see him when I get off work and go home, and I can't drive him away. If this continues, if this continues...

If it goes on like this, he will fall into it again, wah wah——

"Arrange for a locksmith to come over." Suddenly, the little boy Ji Qiannian, who was holding his paw and mourning pitifully in his heart, heard a familiar voice behind him, and then a figure covered him, his hands covering him from back to front In his arms, he held up the red hand of the child who slammed the door and blew gently: "How many times have I taught you, no matter how angry you are, you can't put yourself on it. If he doesn't open the door, find someone who can open it." .”

After Ji Qinian came back to his senses, he withdrew his claws that were caught in his hand with a "swish", then struggled, came out of his arms, turned around and took two steps back to face the person who came: "Didn't you say that you don't have to come again..."

"Baby," Song Tingzong pursed his lips, and the man who had always planned his strategies was rarely embarrassed at this moment: "I...I know I was wrong, so why don't you give me a hand?"

Dad, how about a chance? "

Ji Qinian bit his lip and bowed his head in silence.

Song Tingzong sighed, but he didn't force him anymore, but gently took his hand hidden behind him: "No matter what, go and apply some medicine first."

"It'll be fine in a while..." Ji Qiannian didn't move, and whispered with his lips.

Song Tingzong didn't know what to do with the current kid. In the past, even if he was noisy, he was blatant and reckless, as if a little fox was teasing on purpose, but now the little fox has turned into a little white rabbit...

Song Tingzong really had a headache.

Not good at coaxing.

Not good at all.

He has almost exhausted the one hundred and eight tricks he learned online to pursue his lover, and the kids run away as soon as they see him, completely different from the previous clingy and coquettish behavior.

Only then did Song Tingzong know what it was like to be silently separated from Ji Qinian during the rest of the time in East Yatu, except when he was in a private room.

a little…

It doesn't feel good either.

The assistant led the locksmith out of the elevator, and when he saw the two people standing in a stalemate facing each other in the corridor, he didn't know whether to go first or take someone to open the door according to the master's instructions.

In the end, it was Song Tingzong who heard the movement first and turned his head: "Come here and open the door."

The locksmith was a middle-aged man, his eyes fell on them suspiciously: "Sir, are you a resident here?"

Song Tingzong: "No."

Everyone: "…"

It was also the first time that the locksmith answered so frankly when he asked someone to open a door other than his own, but he was frank.

Since he is not the head of the household, it is illegal for him to open the door.

"Sorry...I'm afraid I can't open this door..."

Song Tingzong said: "One hundred thousand, open the door."

Locksmith: "..." I'm really... a little moved.

But if you can't do it, you can't do it, so the middle-aged man still shook his head, and Song Tingzong frowned: "Twenty..."

"Ah Brother Zhang, please send this Mr. locksmith back. Please run for a while. Brother Zhang remember to pay." Ji Qinian, who had been standing quietly in the corner, suddenly interrupted what Song Tingzong was about to say. Unbearable, he stuffed the person behind him, and smiled to save the locksmith's Sanguan: "He was a little out of his mind just now, don't mind, don't mind, this is my brother's house, he probably went out, I will call him Just a phone call."

The locksmith was suspicious, why did he suddenly feel...

Don't you look like a good person?

163. Ending

Song Tingzong was blocked by Ji Qinian, he swallowed all the words he hadn't said, and honestly lowered his eyes to listen to his children smoothing things over.

The hand is still being held by him, feel it carefully, the child's hand is still warm and soft, and the tentacles are delicate and cool.

Mr. Song, who hadn't been close to Ji Qinian for a long time, began to gurgle and bubble in his heart, a little happy, a little nostalgic, and a little... guilty.

But to be able to have physical contact with the other party again, it feels so good, as if a big deal has just been negotiated, no, it should be happier than that, a little more, a little more...

And Nian Nian is still willing to defend herself, does it mean that the dawn of victory is not far away?

Here Song Tingzong started to run the train with his mind full, and Ji Qinian over there was so talkative that he asked his assistant to send away the dubious unlocking uncle. He was relieved and found that he was still holding Song Tingzong's hand. He was slightly taken aback, and then let go suddenly. Turn around and take a few steps back: "Sorry..."

Song Tingzong wrapped his hands around again with a "snap".

Ji Qinian: "..."

"Brother Zhang saw it just now..." After a long while, Ji Qi Nian murmured.

Song Tingzong was unmoved: "Next time we can hold a banquet and call everyone over."

Ji Qinian: "Why?"

Song Tingzong said with a cold face, "Let them watch us holding hands, hugging and holding high..."

"Wait a minute!" Before Song Tingzong finished speaking, Ji Qiannian raised his voice to interrupt him: "You...are you stimulated..."

"I don't." Song Tingzong's expression was serious, and he lowered his head and looked at Ji Qiannian's eyes seriously: "I was stupid before, I always...I always thought that being a person like my father would protect you, but I forgot back then I also resented him, I always felt that he was harsh, old-fashioned and unreasonable, and he didn't treat me as a son at all...I'm sorry for making you feel that pain, I...can you give me another chance?"

When people are too paranoid, it is easy to ignore many things. Even if the IQ and EQ are far higher than ordinary people, as long as they are still human, they will have emotional blind spots. When the obsession is too strong, the blind spots related to obsession will become bigger , because all attention will be attracted by obsession.

This is also the so-called becoming a Buddha with one thought and becoming a demon with one thought.

It is also this kind of paranoia that makes many protected people not feel the warmth and love, and even backfires, suffering from the hurt of their lover.

It is said that the authorities are obsessed. Although many things in love are clear to others at a glance, for the two people who are deeply involved in it, they seem to be in a thick fog, unable to see the truth.

Ji Qinian fell into silence.

It's not that he doesn't like Song Tingzong, on the contrary, Song Tingzong has assumed the role of father, brother and friend in his life for so many years, and later became his lover. Everything is logical, and love combines family and friendship. If you really say that you can let go if you let go, then it is not called emotion.

but…

He was really tired again.

There is also some fear of relapse.

So this time, Song Tingzong still didn't get the answer he wanted.

But next, Ji Qinian's attitude became softer at a speed visible to the naked eye. He no longer resisted his approach, and slowly accepted his overtures. The intimacy and dependence that will be revealed.

For example, he will still fall asleep unconsciously by his side, for example, when taking the things he handed out, the index finger will still unconsciously hook his palm lightly, these things may not be realized by him himself, but let him Song Tingzong felt flattered.

Once upon a time, Mr. Song would think that he would be ecstatic for such a little intimacy.

Like a young man who suddenly fell in love, a little at a loss, a little scared, but no matter what, every minute and every moment

For a second, it was like mixing honey to him.

As a result, Professor Gu's obvious emotions continued to rise, because now that the eldest brother-in-law started to have his own love life again, the annoying situations of coming to their house have decreased significantly.

After all, I was too busy to take care of myself, so where would I find time to find someone?

Although it was still a wechat message or a phone call every now and then, compared to the previous days, Gu Yu didn't push too much.

At least the phone can be hung up, WeChat can be ignored, and Ji Qiannian can't harass them for a long time, and he will be broken and taken away.

Such a situation makes Professor Gu feel comfortable physically and mentally.

So I pressed my own mimosa children and started making sauces.

Yan An was harassed tirelessly by him, and once again pushed the big dog's head away, and said in disgust, "Apart from these things every day, can you think about other things? For example, your work and your family? I don't know if you are full of such things. Temperance, do you still want a kidney?"

Gu Yuwen narrowed his eyes slightly: "Do you think my kidneys are not good enough?"

Yan An: "..."

No, he felt that Professor Gu's kidney