My Clingy Boyfriend Asks for Kissing Every Day

"Eat her cooking?" Ke Yanze obviously failed to understand the meaning of this sentence.

Song Wang smiled and said nothing.

Ke Yanze, whose intuition was not so simple, went after asking Song Wang to no avail, and decided to buy a copy of everything to be sure.

It was Song Wang who stopped him from spending a lot of money: "Wait a minute, don't buy it, do you want to move the entire shopping mall back to City C?"

"What do you know," Ke Yanze said, "it's etiquette."

If only you were so polite to your own parents.

Song Wang sighed and said nicely, "As long as you go with me, that's fine."

"Really, really?" Ke Yanze frowned, apparently still in disbelief.

Until now, Song Wang finally saw some clues:

"Yanze, are you afraid?"

Unexpectedly, when Ke Yanze heard this, he exploded like a firecracker: "Nonsense! What am I afraid of, I'm doing this for our future..."

Halfway through his words, he saw the smile in Song Wang's eyes in a blink of an eye, and his face turned red. Even so, he couldn't help but argue for himself:

"Why are you laughing, don't you want your mother to like me more!"

Song Wang held back his smile, but the smile in his eyes was as bright as a star, and the words he said were even more gentle and pleasant:

"As long as I like it, my mother will definitely like it too."

***

Song Wang and Ke Yanze got off the plane, carrying big and small bags, changed cars and sat for an hour before arriving at Song Wang's home.

Not to mention the long time spent in the plane and car, and because there are too many things to carry, the two of them were already very tired when they arrived.

In front of him was a white unit building. Because it was close to noon, every household could smell the smell of food.

Song Wang raised his head and saw several potted plants and clothes drying on the balcony on the fourth floor. He found two of them, which he bought for his mother when he first paid his salary.

At that time, he was dubbing small supporting roles in animation in a certain studio, and he was so busy that the first thing he did after getting his salary was to buy clothes for his mother.

Because Song's father passed away early, mother needed to take care of the two sons alone, all the money was spent on the sons, and there was no spare money to buy clothes for herself, so Song Wang's wish when he was a child was to buy some beautiful clothes for his mother. clothing.

I didn't expect my mother to still be wearing it.

Song Wang's brows and eyes ooze a bit of tenderness.

"What are you looking at?"

Ke Yanze beside him noticed his gaze and asked.

Song Wang told him the truth, but unexpectedly, the guy nodded and said thoughtfully, "I would have bought some clothes when I knew I would come."

Song Wang: "..."

Ke Yanze pinched the bag in his hand and looked at him hesitantly: "Let's... go up?"

"Well, let's go."

Song Wang walked into the iron gate of the unit building, followed by Ke Yanze.

On the fourth floor, Song Wang stopped in front of a door, and Ke Yanze also stopped.

This door may have been a little mottled because of its age.

Song Wang didn't wait too long, reached out and knocked on the door.

All the doors of this unit building are not well soundproofed, and neighbors can be heard as long as they yell casually.

So now, Song Wang can clearly hear hurried footsteps coming from behind the door, and a woman's voice: "Here we come, wait a minute."