My Clingy Boyfriend Asks for Kissing Every Day

When I went to Ke's house with Ke Yanze before, Song Wang parked the car outside Bishui Lanting because he couldn't get in. If he wanted to go home now, he could only walk outside.

The palm holding her was warm and generous, Song looked at the back of the person in front of him, feeling a little dazed.

Obviously, before yesterday, he was still that soft and sticky child, but today, he became the same as when they first met that day.

The memory still stays in the cold and indifferent eyes he cast over at that time, Song Wang feels that what happened these days is almost more than what he experienced in the past twenty years.

"What are you thinking about?" Ke Yanze asked inadvertently, and turned his head slightly to look at him.

Song Wang replied subconsciously: "I miss you."

The back of the other party paused, and then it seemed to chuckle again, and even the body trembled: "What do you miss me?"

Not feeling that there was anything wrong with what he said, Song Wang truthfully said what he was thinking just now:

"I was thinking, when we first met by the pool, there was absolutely no way we could have imagined what was going to happen afterwards."

"Yes. Before that, I always thought..." Ke Yanze said lightly, but stopped talking, and held Song Wang's hand, tightening it meaningfully.

Song Wang felt the strength of the other party's men just right, and there was a slight smile between his brows and eyes, but it was as comfortable as the refreshing wind in early spring.

He neither opened his mouth nor made any response, but just followed behind Ke Yanze.

Sensing the silence of the people behind him, Ke Yanze wisely stopped talking.

The two found the car parked outside Bishuilan Court, and Song Wang drove it back to his home together.

Just after opening the door with the key, Song Wang felt more tired than ever.

This kind of exhaustion is like staying up all night working, he has to hold his eyelids so that he can barely fall asleep.

It seems that since waking up in the morning, he has been spinning continuously like a spinning top. No matter how strong his physical strength is, he will be exhausted by now.

Ke Yanze seemed to see the tiredness that could not be hidden in his eyes, and said softly, "Go to sleep?"

Song Wang nodded, and raised his hand to cover up his slight yawn: "You remember asking me to get up at 07:30 to cook."

"Well, remember." The latter replied, and his subordinates even pushed him:

"go to sleep."

Seeming to be really exhausted, Song Wang nodded and walked towards the room.

After seeing the door gently closed, Ke Yanze sat on the sofa and took out his cell phone very naturally.

Now that the business has been dealt with, of course it should be entertaining.

Just as he was about to click on the game, several consecutive messages that popped up caught his attention.

The two big characters of "Fengyou" hung brightly on the notice board.

Ke Yanze didn't want to pay attention to his usual state of looking for something to talk about, but he noticed it keenly, and he mentioned Song Wang.

He suddenly remembered the explanation he gave Fengyou and the others during the previous basketball game, saying that Song Wang was his cousin.

But obviously, now Fengyou doesn't believe it anymore.

So he must have come this time to ask what was going on.

Fortunately, Fengyou's nerves are relatively large, and he is easy to fool, but he also obeys Ke Yanze's words, so he can just make up a random reason to be vague.

With that in mind, he clicked on Fengyou's message box.