Quietly giving birth to a cub to amaze his father

He Songyu has the habit of getting up early, and Cong Ru's biological clock is relatively early, but when he woke up, He Songyu had already finished his morning jog. The hazy figure appeared there early, and Cong Ru could see it when he opened the curtain.

He looked back at the bed where the two had slept, with a look of annoyance on his face, he was so confused, how could he easily let He Songyu stay overnight and sleep on the same bed, causing Cong Ru to wake up feeling sore in his hands and feet.

He himself is a person with long hands and long feet, a two-meter bed is enough for him to sleep on, and it is usually quite spacious, but now with the addition of He Songyu, it is different.

When He Songyu came back to change his shoes at the door, he saw Cong Ru's face that he hadn't slept well, and he folded his arms and was about to get angry, "You won't stay tonight."

Cong Ru's towel was hanging around He Songyu's neck, and it was clean when he took it out. After the morning run, it was already wet enough to wring out water.

He approached, smelling of sweat, pinching Cong Ru's neck, watching his unhappy expression under his kneading and massaging, soothing his brows, and humming softly with the change of strength, "Why, didn't you sleep last night?" .I crush you?"

Cong Ru hummed more and more like a wild cat being comforted, and wanted to make a purring sound. He Songyu pulled him onto the sofa and let him lie on his stomach. He massaged and massaged him as before, and Cong Ru complained in the pillow ,"you know too!"

He Songyu is a lot taller than him, and his legs are also stiffer than him, thicker than him, and stronger than him, not to mention that he is too dominant. In sleep, his long arms will be tightly wrapped around his waist, and Cong Ru turns over. The hot chest on the back will stick to it. Fortunately, the air conditioner is turned on in the bedroom, otherwise the two big men with hot bodies stick together like pancakes in a pan.

He Songyu pinched Cong Ru's waist and legs, "Then change to another bed. Go buy a bigger one, your current bed is really too small."

The beds that He Songyu sleeps on are custom-made, but if you want to buy them, the furniture city must have a size that suits them.

Cong Ru asked incredulously: "My one is enough for me to sleep by myself, why change it?"

"Lie down well." He Songyu slapped his butt angrily. It was very sensual and crispy. I got up and fell down, "If you don't sleep on me at night, my bed is enough for me to sleep in. If I don't buy it, don't even think about it."

He didn't look back, and he didn't see He Songyu pressing his leg, but his eyes were fixed on his back, "Why, it's not convenient for you to live here?"

Cong Ru's voice paused for a moment, because He Songyu pinched the flesh behind him after he massaged his waist and legs. Cong Ru was about to be massaged by him, and he had an idea. In order to avoid wasting a good time at home during the day, " Don't just press that, press more on my back and my legs."

"What's the matter with you living with me? We're not living together anymore." Cong Ru lives well alone, he likes the current relationship, no one restrains him, and he can relieve his physical needs without delaying work Without delaying daily life, this is the fairy life of a bachelor.

He Songyu didn't speak for a long time, and moved his hands obediently to Cong Ru's back, and waited until Cong Ru was almost drowsy for the second wave before saying: "Changing the bed is nothing like cohabitation."

Cong Ru, who had almost fallen asleep, opened his eyelids. He Songyu had already got up and left, walking towards the bathroom. Cong Ru looked at his figure blankly, why was he angry?

It sounds like he hates cohabitation even more than him, and can't lie down on the sofa. Cong Ru turns on the TV and releases Tanhua from the cage. It is still small, and it likes to scratch and bite things at home if it is not turned off at night.

But looking at it now, it didn't bark after staying in the cage for one night. Someone should have taken it out for a drive, and the dog food in the rice bowl was about the same.

Cong Ru patted its head, "How does this brand taste, tell Dad, I'll buy it for you if it tastes good."

Tanhua raised her front legs and clung to Cong Ru's body, her tail kept wagging, "Wow."

Cong Ru teased it, "Oh, what, that's not what I said, it's called 'Daddy'. Come on, call me Dad."

Tanhua: "..."

Cong Ru glanced back at the bathroom, forget it, since He Songyu took Tanhua for a walk in the morning and didn't bother him, he didn't care as much as he did.

Two men staying in a small apartment is actually a bit crowded. Compared with a big house, the distance between the two of them is also closer. When Cong Ru changed his clothes and came out, he thought that He Songyu had already left, but the other party was standing in the kitchen doing cooking. What is being cooked at the small bar for rice.

The smoke and smoke cast a soft light on this heroic man. His slender fingers held the chopsticks and stirred them. He lowered his head and lowered his eyelids, half covering his dark eyes, with a cool expression and careful movements.

He Songyu raised his eyes unpreparedly, "Sit down first and mix some side dishes, the noodles are almost ready."

Cong Ru's thought of going out to solve breakfast has long since disappeared, but he is still immersed in the great shock that He Songyu is cooking him breakfast. react to.

The way he looked at He Songyu also changed, and he said to He Songyu who put down the bowl, opened the chair and sat down opposite him with a complicated mood, "Are you not angry anymore?"

He Songyu also carefully took out two pieces of paper and folded them next to his noodle bowl, "Why am I angry?"

With his casual response, Cong Ru became more and more sure that he must be angry.

With short hands and soft mouth, Cong Ru was embarrassed, making the two of them seem to be living together, and He Songyu even cooked him breakfast, which didn't match the high-ranking and dignified temperament of this person at all.

A little shocked, more flattered.

Cong Ru took a sip of the noodles. Seeing that He Songyu was proficient in his movements, he knew that he didn't just learn to cook on a whim, but must have practiced it many times. "It tastes great."

He praised without hesitation, licked away the soup on his lips, smiled brightly at He Songyu, and said magnanimously: "Don't you think my bed is too small? I think you don't live here often, so there is no need to waste it." Go buy one, and the furniture city is not easy to buy at your height."

"For the sake of taking care of Tanhua for me and making this breakfast again, you can change it if you want. It's a big deal. That's okay, don't you get angry?"

Cong Ru picked up a piece of refreshing and delicious cucumber, and commented: "It's not sour enough, just add more vinegar."

He Songyu stared at the sloppy-faced Cong Ru, thinking that he was also a wonderful person.

Not long ago, the other party swore that he didn't want it, so he didn't even think about it, because walking the dog once and cooking a bowl of noodles could change his mind.

Cong Ru is really easy to coax.

He has a big temper, he comes and goes quickly, he is indeed very open-minded, he doesn't care about everything, and he doesn't always care about that. He Songyu has gradually figured out him these days, and finds this person more and more interesting.

He is so easy to coax, that even He Songyu, a despicable villain, can get cheap from him by using a little bit of gentle means, not even a heart.

Cong Ru went to get the vinegar by herself, and looked at the refrigerator by the way. He basically didn't cook at home. Pang Deyao would come to deliver meals to him when he was free, and had someone come over to deliver them to him when he was not free. Cong Ru was tired of eating at the same restaurant. Let him not deliver the food, and wait until he finds a cook who cooks delicious food, and then deliver the food to him.

Looking at it this way, the only small fruit in the refrigerator that he sometimes uses to control his diet has become this morning's cold salad, and the refrigerator is empty except for wine and eggs.

He Songyu stared at Cong Ru adding vinegar to noodles and side dishes, "It's enough."

Cong Ru said, "Okay, okay."

As a result, he was not soft on putting vinegar at all. He Songyu smelled the strong smell of vinegar wafting into his nose. Although his expression didn't change, he had already seen that Cong Ru put more vinegar than the standard.

Cong Ru took a sip by herself, "Taste it, it's the taste, it's sour enough."

Tanhua, who had been circling around their table, hid on the sofa with a silent Pidianpidian, curled up her legs and put her head on the pillow. As long as it was far enough away, it wouldn't smell the sour smell of killing a dog.

He Songyu was forced to move his chopsticks under the expectant gaze of Cong Ru's bright eyes, "How about it, it's okay."

He suspected that Cong Ru was teasing him, and He Songyu swallowed the sour tooth-lost cucumber without changing his face, and it took him a long time to find his voice, and he responded in a deep and shallow voice, "Yeah." .” Then he picked up the bowl and drank several mouthfuls of noodle soup.

Cong Ru himself ate with gusto, "I have liked to eat sour food since I was a child, the more sour it is, the better the taste."

He Songyu: You don't call it moderate, you call it excessive.

But obviously Cong Ru didn't know what to do in his heart.

He Songyu felt that his sense of taste was a little abnormal, but Cong Ru seemed to really like it. He ate very well, finished all the side dishes and noodles, and drank a few mouthfuls of soup. sit on the chair.

Eating is a matter of etiquette, one person does it, one person cleans up, and Cong Ru is not thick-skinned enough to let He Songyu solve it alone.

He closed his eyes and greeted lazily, "Hey, leave it alone, I'll clean it up. I'll take a break first, and I'll come when I'm done."

No one agreed to him, Cong Ru opened his eyes secretly, and saw He Songyu washing the dishes, he pretended to be shocked by He Songyu's disobedience, jumped up and said: "Hey, didn't you Why don't you let it go, why are you so diligent, there is simply no room for meddling, and no chance to show off, really..."

He said he was right, but in the end he was half a pace away from He Songyu, and he didn't even reach out his hand even if he didn't step forward.

Yes, Cong Ru doesn't like to wash dishes, and he doesn't like to cook. Otherwise, he wouldn't eat outside food every day. Without his brother to take care of him and a cook, he would have starved to death long ago.

He Songyu had already seen Cong Ru's true nature, he washed very quickly after few bowls.

Cong Ru was very curious about him, "Why are you so good at doing housework." He shook his head, and made a serious evaluation, "You don't look like someone who can do these things at all."

When He Songyu's cold eyes looked at Cong Ru, there was obviously a different temperature from others, and he asked, "What kind of person should I be?"

Originally, he was only curious about how he was in Cong Ru's heart, but he never thought that Cong Ru would give him a good evaluation. After all, their meeting at the beginning was not very pleasant.

But Cong Ru crossed his arms, looked him up and down, shook his head and said, "He is an unkind, overbearing and autocratic tyrant. Those who follow me live, and those who oppose me die, a cruel and heartless tyrant."

Sure enough, there are no good reviews.

Cong Ru walked to the sofa, and played with Tan Hua while waiting for He Songyu to clean up the kitchen waste. After a period of silence, a pretended relaxed voice sounded quietly, "You should sit on the dragon chair and be your tyrant, not standing on the throne." Washing vegetables and dishes in the kitchen, holding either a gun or a pen in your hand, you are born to be the darling of heaven, that’s probably how it is.”

Tanhua lay on Cong Ru's face, blocking He Songyu's deep eyes.