Love is worse than nurturing

After being silent for too long, Gao Han unconsciously clenched his fists, digging his nails deep into his flesh.

What to do, what to say.

Say something to break the embarrassment, he's out of breath.

Gao Han would not feel uneasy if he was facing anyone, but facing Song Jiyang, Gao Han's subconscious told him that this answer was very important, and he must think clearly before answering.

If it was when he first met Song Jiyang, Gao Han would have known it very well.

But now Song Jiyang was sitting across from him, looking at him with warm and moist eyes, the word yes was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say it.

But if not, what is it?

Why am I so sad, is this a hard question to answer?

What else does Gao Han think of Song Jiyang?he heard himself asking himself.

He treats you well, cares about you and stays with you, you clearly know it, but you acquiesce in allowing him to stay with you, but you don't express anything, what on earth are you thinking?

Gao Han's nails were about to cut through his palm.

Song Jiyang's heart softened, the question he asked seemed to bother his little friend.

He got up and sat next to Gao Han, took his hand under Gao Han's restless eyes, and gently stretched his clenched fingers.

Sure enough, there was a purple-red nail print on the palm of my hand, and if I dug it deeper, it would break the skin.

Gao Han also saw it, and wanted to withdraw his hand: "It's okay, I..."

"It's related." Song Jiyang pulled him closer and blew gently for him, and the warm breath rushed to the palm of his hand, tingling and numb.

Song Jiyang held hands and looked at Gao Han, saying word by word: "It's very relevant to me."

"A little injury, a little pain, a little embarrassment for you are all major issues that must be resolved immediately with me."

Gao Han couldn't stand Song Jiyang's serious eyes, and looked away in embarrassment.

Or he was too impatient and frightened people.

Song Jiyang touched Gao Han's hair, looked at him and smiled: "So don't compete with yourself, don't tell me if you don't know, I shouldn't force you, don't be unhappy, okay?"

Gao Han felt that he was still being coaxed like a child, and was a little ashamed: "I'm not unhappy."

"If not, you can only believe me by calling me brother."

Song Jiyang urged him with a smile: "Hurry up, what's the matter when the waiter comes in later and sees us sitting next to each other?"

Gao Han had no choice but to compromise, and yelled obediently and softly: "Brother, please sit down and wait for someone to come later."

Only then did Song Jiyang return to his seat contentedly, and he didn't tease the children any more, and ate his meal in a proper manner.

It was almost nine o'clock after dinner, and Gao Han didn't have a car, so it was Song Jiyang who sent him back.

The car just drove downstairs to Gao Han's house, and was about to get out of the car when Song Jiyang heard a slight shutter sound.

Song Jiyang grabbed Gao Han, started the car and drove out of the community.

Gao Han didn't even have time to ask what's the matter, and went to the road.

"You were squatted by someone, haven't you noticed it recently?"

Song Jiyang paid attention to the rearview mirror while driving, worried that people would follow.

Gao Han is not considered an insider, and has not received too much attention for more than a month, except for the last cyberbullying incident, so he basically has no concept of paparazzi and illegitimate children.

But Song Jiyang is an old goblin who has been around for many years, and is extremely sensitive to the camera and strange prying eyes. Song Jiyang is sure that the shutter sound he just heard must be aimed at Gao Han.

"The community you live in has no gate control and security. Someone must know that you live there, and you have to move immediately."

Song Jiyang saw that the child was still out of condition, and sighed for the child: "You can't live in your house. I don't worry if it's not safe. Let's move right away, shall we?"

"Can't go back in the future?" Gao Han realized that Song Jiyang meant to let him move directly.

"No, let your assistant pack up your things, and then ask the moving company to move them for you, so don't go back."

Song Jiyang drove the car towards the city center: "Do you want to live in my house or go to a hotel, you have to find a new house, it will definitely not work out in a day or two, it will be more convenient to live in my house."

Gao Han wanted to say no, he got part of the salary, so he didn't bother others.

Song Jiyang slowed down and parked the car on the side of the road, turned his head to look at Gao Han and smiled: "I hope you can live in my house, please."

I'm begging you, Gao Han thought with a numb face, don't say such foul words with that beautiful and noble face.

He finally felt a little bit of the charm of the man in front of him at the top of the list of most wanted to marry male stars of the year.

In the end, after holding back for a long time, he shamelessly agreed in Song Jiyang's gentle and firm eyes.

Song Jiyang chatted with Gao Han every day. When he was busy, he would say good morning and good night. Have you eaten?

After planning for so long, it was to shorten the distance with the child, and finally abducted the child to his home. Song Jiyang's mood was as smooth as a certain brand of chocolate.

Song Jiyang lives in a high-end apartment in the center of the city, with extremely strict access control, and each apartment has good privacy.

After entering the door, I took out a pair of new slippers for Gao Han from the shoe cabinet and put them on. The open design makes the space look open, and the decoration is simple but there are many decorative small objects.

The floor is made of logs, the off-white fabric sofa leans against several pillows of the same color, the open kitchen is connected to the bar, and the coffee table is covered with plush carpets.

Song Jiyang opened a door: "This is a guest room. No one has slept in it yet, but Auntie cleans it often. It's convenient for you to stay as long as you want."

In fact, Song Jiyang didn't feel sleepy, but it was getting late, and it was better for the children to go to bed early.

"Good night, kid."

Gao Han took the pajamas and toiletries stuffed by Song Jiyang, and stood in the guest room like a dream.

Originally, he should treat Song Jiyang to a meal today, and then say goodbye politely, but after more than two hours, he lived in Song Jiyang's house grandiosely.

Gao Han found that as soon as he met Song Jiyang, something was wrong with him, as if his mind was not clear.

Lying on the bed after washing, Song Jiyang's room was only separated from Gao Han's guest bedroom by a wall, not because there were no other guest bedrooms, of course it was because Song Jiyang wanted Gao Han to live closest to him.

But now Song Jiyang felt that he had made a mistake. When he thought of the child sleeping next to him, and even the key to the guest room was still in his bedroom drawer, Song Jiyang lost sleepiness at all.

Early the next morning, Song Jiyang got up and made breakfast. Usually he didn't cook breakfast himself, he always ordered takeaway or his assistant brought it over, but Song Jiyang wanted to show it in front of the children.

Gao Han got up at 08:30, and Song Jiyang was just about to wake him up for breakfast. When he saw him standing in the living room in his pajamas, he felt a shock.

When you wake up in the morning, the person you like is wearing your own pajamas, standing in the living room and looking at you obediently, with some confusion in your eyes, as if you are bathed in the morning light.

This scene was like the beginning of some strange learning material, and Song Jiyang's blood tank was emptied on the spot.

"Good morning, Xiaohan, come and have breakfast."

Song Jiyang took the apron, pulled out the chair and sat down.

In the hint of Song Jiyang's eyes, Gao Han also said: "Good morning...brother."

Song Jiyang nodded in satisfaction and had breakfast.

Gao Han didn't know how he understood the meaning of "say good morning and call me brother" in Song Jiyang's eyes.

"Did you tell your assistant about the move?" Song Jiyang asked while holding fried eggs.

"I said it." Gao Han told Ming Xi last night. Ming Xi was shocked when he learned that Gao Han was squatting at the door of his house, and even more frightened when he learned that Gao Han was picked up by Song Jiyang.

Ming Xi was so excited that he could speak incoherently: "Brother, are you living with President Song?"

"It's just borrowing, and I will move out when I find a house."

"Oh, then I'll clean it up for you, don't come here, find a good house and call a moving company to come and move out."

"Okay, please excuse me."

"Where is it, I am an assistant and these are what I should do." Ming Xi laughed and said, "By the way, bro, you are finished now, and you should be able to receive many announcements soon after it is released, bro, do you want it?" Looking for a company to sign?"

"Or at least find an agent. When the schedule gets busy, all kinds of resources need to be connected by an agent. I'm just a small assistant and I can't handle it."

"I'll think about it, let's talk about it later."

Ming Xi probably heard that Gao Han didn't want to talk about this topic, so he didn't talk about it again.

After dinner, Gao Han took the initiative to wash the dishes. After all, it was embarrassing to live and eat for free. Washing the dishes can somewhat make up for it.

Song Jiyang put a bunch of keys into Gao Han's hands: "Put it away, be careful when you go out, don't worry me."

Gao Han had a fever in his ears; "Okay, I got it."

Song Jiyang still had work, so he packed up and went out by himself. Before he left, he did not forget to tell Gao Han that there were fruit drinks in the refrigerator and that the TV remote was under the coffee table. He would come back to cook in the afternoon.

After Song Jiyang left, Gao Han nestled on the sofa by himself, holding the pillow with his legs bent and lost in thought.

Gao Han really, often doesn't know how to face Song Jiyang.

Since coming to this world, many experiences are novel to Gao Han. Suddenly a person appeared in his life, who didn't seem to want anything, but cared for him very much.

He can enjoy another person's attention and care without paying anything, but he is always worried, whether he will be asked to repay it one day, whether the care will be withdrawn tomorrow, if he is used to such care, how can he guarantee himself? don't lose him.

Gao Han didn't know how others got along with such a person.

Gao Han covered his eyes with the back of his hand. It would have been nice if he hadn't met Song Jiyang. He didn't have to feel entangled. Everyone was the same in his eyes. He didn't need to break the established rules for anyone.

A teacher once warned Gao Han that people are animals that need social training. The emotions in their hearts are like flowers. If they are not watered, they will die. You must take care of your flowers.

But in the previous life, Gao Han failed to meet the person who watered the flowers, and the flowers withered long ago.

So he has the problem of lack of emotion. If you treat him badly, he can ignore you, but if you treat him well, he will only feel uneasy and shy according to his instinct.

If the atmosphere becomes embarrassing, Gao Han will blame himself inexplicably, thinking that he messed up things, and then fall into self-denial.

It's a bit morbid, but fortunately Song Jiyang is patient enough. He waited 26 years for someone who looks pleasing to the eye and likes him. Song Jiyang's patience is almost endless.

As long as he can enclose people into his own territory, Song Jiyang can slowly probe until he finds the reason for Gao Han's hesitation and finds a rhythm that makes him feel comfortable.

The author has something to say: Song Jiyang is awesome! As expected of me.jpg.