My Clingy Boyfriend Asks for Kissing Every Day

After walking around the vegetable market, Song Wang and Jiang Yeshan came out after returning home with a full load.

Both of them carried bags of vegetables in their hands, especially Jiang Yeshan's hands, most of which were relatively heavy.

Song Wang couldn't bear to see it, so he said, "Give me some from yours, I can still take it."

As he spoke, he was about to reach out to pick it up, but the other party quickly dodged it: "It's okay, it doesn't need to be so troublesome. I have to help out when I eat."

Song Wang couldn't get it from him anymore, so he had to follow his wishes and just carried his few bags of light green vegetables.

It should be around ten o'clock in the morning. If I go back, I can just have a lunch, and the vegetables I bought are enough to make a hearty table.

As Song Wang walked, he was thinking about what to cook in his heart, and he was so absorbed in his thoughts, Jiang Yeshan didn't bother him, just walked beside him, but he was afraid that he would bump into the electric pole as he walked Or passers-by, so always pay attention to the surroundings.

The distance was not far, and they soon reached the downstairs of Song Wang's house.

The latter was still thinking about something, and didn't care what was happening next to him, but Jiang Yeshan saw a black car parked in the open space downstairs of Song Wang's house.

The reason why he noticed it was because the car was a veritable luxury car, which is not common in this mid-range neighborhood. Just the price, Jiang Yesugi made a little estimate, and it can probably be in the six figures above.

He hung his head, thoughtful.

Just when he thought of something, there was a moderate collision sound and Song Wang's exclamation from the front.

Jiang Yeshan hurriedly raised his head to look over, and saw Song Wang standing in front of an iron gate, with the back of the hand holding the vegetables resting on his forehead, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and the expression on his face was still a little dazed, it should be He was very puzzled by the fact that he bumped into the iron gate while walking.

Just didn't look at him for a while, and he slammed into the door.

Seeing him standing there grievously covering his forehead, Jiang Yeshan's eyes showed a hint of distress, he sighed, walked in front of him, and asked in a warm voice:

"Does it hurt?"

As he spoke, he switched the bag from both hands to one hand to carry it, and lifted that free hand, reaching it to Song Wang's forehead: "Let me see."

Song Wang subconsciously turned his head sideways, slightly surprised by his approach, and said, "I'm fine." He put down his hand resting on his forehead, and changed the subject with a smile, "Let's go back quickly..."

"Let me see." Jiang Yeshan repeated this sentence, interrupting Song Wang's unfinished sentence.

Song Wang was startled, and before he had time to say anything else, he stretched out his hand involuntarily, and with his fingertips picked up the hair hanging from Song Wang's forehead, revealing a tinge of red on his fair skin.

He frowned: "It's red. Let's look at the road next time."

"Well, I'll pay attention next time." Song Wang coughed lightly, and turned his head slightly.

The distance between the two was too close, and he could even feel the occasional touch of the other's fingertips, which made him uncomfortable and wanted to keep some distance.

Jiang Yeshan noticed his movement, paused, and said with a smile: "Why, will I still eat you?"

"no……"

Before Song Wang's words could be spoken, a cold male voice came from behind them:

"What are you doing?"