attacking the soul

The villain in Fu Yi'an's heart fought fiercely, then calmed down, and warned himself not to be jealous, and then reflected on the problem of falling IQ after seeing Song Qi.

"Xiao Qi, do you need me to see you off later?" Fu Yi'an adjusted his state and asked casually.

Song Qi came out of the kitchen, cast a contemptuous look at Fu Yi'an, and then said, "People who have a fever should go and have a good rest, just like your dizzy state... the cold bath last night was so comfortable?"

Fu Yi'an was hurt internally by Song Qi's words, but the atmosphere between the two became more natural because of Song Qi's teasing.

"Of course we don't need it in the future, and we still need to waste water resources with Xiao Qi here." Although Song Qi's mouth was a bit poisonous, the frowning and concern on his face made Fu Yi'an feel extremely comfortable.

Song Qi glanced at Fu Yi'an, but still wiped his hands and walked to the other party, and put his hand to Fu Yi'an's forehead, the cold back of his hand touched the warm forehead, Fu Yi'an closed his eyes in enjoyment.

After washing his hands with cold water just now, Song Qi felt that Fu Yi'an still had a low fever, but it might be because his hands were too cold.Holding the sides of Fu Yian's head with both hands, he lifted it up, and pressed his forehead against it, "It seems that I still have a low fever."

The light breath and the release of the back of the hand made Fu Yi'an open his eyes, Song Qi bent over, and the eyes of the two met with a dense warmth.

Fu Yi'an continued to raise his head a little, and put it on Song Qi's lips, which were close at hand.

This time, there was no deep kiss, and after the tender pecks, they separated slightly, "Xiao Qi, I'm very happy."

Song Qi also raised the corners of his lips, and his peach blossom eyes looked more and more attractive with the smile on his face. He kissed back in a good mood, looked into Fu Yi'an's eyes and said seriously, "Continue to rest for a while, and no work is allowed. Yes, since you have entered the room, why not do something meaningful."

meaningful thing? !

Fu Yi'an wanted to stop his thinking from running wild, but his thinking had already gone like a wild horse that had run wild.The expression easily revealed his thoughts, Song Qi pushed Fu Yi'an away with a dark face, "Fu Yi'an, do you think old men are as dissatisfied as you are?"

Fu Yi'an collected his expression embarrassingly, his whole state was self-evident, and he had no intention of refuting Song Qi's helpless words at all.

However, for the title of old man, he is really so young...

Hugging the back of the chair in aggrieved way, he stared at Song Qi with a pair of eyes, and made a speechless rebuttal. He was obviously still a promising young man in his 20s.

How should I describe Fu Yi'an's appearance? He is dignified and personable. In short, he is always too elegant in front of outsiders.The eyes are not near-sighted, but they are used to wearing a pair of flat glasses with gold wire edges. In fact... it seems that clothes/crowns/birds/beasts are more appropriate.

Song Qi carefully observed Fu Yi'an, yes, that's right, it's shameful to be cute, you think you can make him compromise by taking off your glasses and looking at him with eyes begging for support and caress, you are simply thinking too much.

Song Qi waved his hand, turned to go upstairs, and said lightly, "Stay at home and don't forget to please your father-in-law and mother-in-law. If we want to be together in a fair and honest way, it all depends on the goodwill you get now."

Song Qi didn't look at the petrified Fu Yi'an, but Song Qi secretly laughed unkindly.

Little do they know that in the days to come, it is true that people are doing what the sky is watching, and the result of their lip service is to use special methods to suppress them.

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"Master Xue, I think it would be better to play it in B-flat major." Song Qi sat in front of the piano and turned to look at the coquettish Young Master Xue, who was so eye-catching. At home, he really needed to dress so seriously. what.

Xue Lang smiled dazzlingly, his whole body exuded strong hormones, spring is coming, it must be like this.

"It's already pretty good, let's have lunch together first, and take a break after eating." Xue Lang stepped forward, hugged Song Qi's shoulders purposefully, and took advantage of his height to directly pull him into his arms.

If it was the past, Song Qi wouldn't have cared much about it, but after breaking the window paper with Fu Yi'an, he still refused Xue Lang's gesture of being too close. He saw the opening, and the whole person came out, taking advantage of the opportunity and said, " What to eat for lunch?"

Xue Lang was still depressed about why someone ran away, but when he heard Song Qi's words, he was instantly distracted, "I asked Aunt Yan to make pickled fish and crab powder tofu, you are welcome."

Song Qi swallowed when he heard the pickled fish, it was so delicious, "It's not like you don't know, how can I be polite when I eat it."

Song Qi sincerely told the truth, even his footsteps became faster, Xue Lang only felt that Song Qi's performance was real and cute, and he liked Song Qi's real appearance more and more.

Xue Lang and Song Qi were not the only ones at the dinner table. The head of the Xue family, Mr. Xue, was already seated at the head. Then he helped to pull out the chair and spread the napkin on the two of them.

Song Qi was momentarily shocked by the Xue family's rules at first, but then calmed down.

When I went to each other's grandfather's house with Bai Che before, I didn't have little contact with such table manners. When I was a child, I often knocked my hands because of the substandard posture of holding chopsticks when eating with Bai Che.

Song Qi and Bai Che, who had been raped from their sitting posture to their dining etiquette, would show off their special set for others to show off as soon as they arrived at Bai Che's grandfather's house.

At this moment, the scene reappeared again. Song Qi's dining posture was steady and elegant, but in fact he was suffering a lot. There was delicious pickled fish in front of him, but because of the dining etiquette, the taste of eating slowly was greatly reduced in an instant.

Mr. Xue is also unhurried, even Xue Lang, who usually looks like a flirtatious young man, is very well-behaved.

In comparison, Song Qi still prefers the way of eating with his belly open, not because the way he eats is wild, but at least it must be able to make people eat happily. Now it's all about executing the food that is more expensive than fine, Song Qi looked at the food in front of him. Pickled fish, I feel more hungry.

Mr. Xue was satisfied with Song Qi's performance, and Xue Lang was not too surprised. After all, judging from Song Qi's food and clothing and his usual way of dealing with others, his family background is not that bad.

In the end, when Mr. Xue was considered unprecedented, when Song Qi and Xue Lang were about to go back to their room to continue practicing, they asked their grandson, "Take good care of your classmate, this child is not bad."

Song Qi smiled obediently at Mr. Xue, who nodded to him, then waved, and Xue Lang led Song Qi towards the room.

"Song Qi, apart from growing up together in the yard, you are the first one my old man praises you." The expression on Xue Lang's face could not be faked, he was really surprised.

Song Qi thought to himself, it seems that Mr. Xue holds the right to speak of the Xue family.

But that's not important, he really didn't have enough to eat, it goes without saying that the Xue family's food is exquisite, but once it has something to do with the rules, it loses a little bit of interest.But after all, it is still related to family habits, and the saying that the guest follows the owner can't be more applicable.

In the musical instrument room specially set up by Xue's family for Xue Lang, the design of the entire wall and wall is excellent for blocking sound.

As soon as Song Qi entered the state, he would be very serious. He dragged Xue Lang back and forth to play more than ten times before he felt that he had reached the standard in his heart.

After all, in playing this kind of thing, in addition to superb skills and the cooperation of the players, proficiency is also crucial. The more times you practice, the more proficient you will be.

"Song Qi, the phone is vibrating." Xue Lang was the first to notice the vibration of Song Qi's phone in his jacket.

Song Qi took it out and saw that it was Fu Yi'an's phone, and was about to call, but the other party's text message had already been sent, "Xiao Qi, are you still busy? Do you want to go home for dinner tonight?"

Song Qi almost couldn't wait to reply to Fu Yi'an's text message, and turned on the order function by the way, "Yes! I want to eat pickled fish at night."

"Have you eaten pickled fish at noon?" Seeing Fu Yi'an's reply, Song Qi realized that it was indeed the sequelae of not eating enough at noon and his obsession with pickled fish.

"Why don't I pick you up, let's go out to eat! Xiaoqi, I failed to please the father-in-law, father-in-law, mother-in-law, after you left, I woke up and they had already finished lunch to go to your grandpa I’m home, and I left a note telling me to get up and remember to eat, will I leave a bad impression Σ(°△°|||)︴ for being so lazy.” Fu Yi’an sent another text message afterwards, Song After Qi saw it, he couldn't help but think happily, and even fell asleep.

"Well...you are right, they must think so (￣_,￣)." Song Qi sent the text message with a smile.

This time Fu Yian sent an emoji after a long time, "ORZ..."

It was clearly a joking text message, and I don't know if Fu Yi'an followed his own words or really believed what he said, anyway, Song Qi was not there to sue those who had nothing, "You are not allowed to drive today, you can take a taxi at Yuxing around three o'clock Wait for me on the road near Nanbeiyuan."

"Isn't that one better at making porridge? I remember that his family doesn't sell pickled fish." When Fu Yian sent this text message, he was indeed thinking about why Song Qi would choose a family that had nothing to do with pickled fish, and so on. Only after posting did he realize that Song Qi should have considered his body.

Song Qinu answered the text message, "I want to drink porridge, but you have an opinion."

After posting, Song Qi felt a little childish again, what kind of trouble was this awkward tone, and really wanted to delete it, it was definitely not him.