Quietly giving birth to a cub to amaze his father

He Songyu: "..."

Cong Ru: "..."

In the parking lot of the arena, Cong Ru sat in the co-driver with a pale face. He Songyu touched his forehead. It was indeed hot from the sun, and his body temperature was high. He adjusted the cold wind in the car and lowered Cong Ru's forehead. Ru's body temperature.

Song Zhongye and Gao Xiwen came over with cool oil and towels. These were the things they put in their bags. It was obvious that they often made appointments to play ball and they were well prepared.

Gao Xiwen approached Cong Ru's face who was resting with his eyes closed, and held the cooling oil under his nose so that Cong Ru could smell it.

The eyelashes of a small brush trembled slightly, and the eyelids slowly lifted, and Gao Xiwen stared at the bright and moist eyes. At this time, Cong Ru's eyes were sharp no more than a moment, and then went out sleepily, showing a kind of Weakness of exhausted energy in large dogs.

Gao Xiwen is so close that he can see his skin clearly. The pores on his face are relatively delicate, which means that his skin quality is good. Since he seldom basks in the sun outside, his face is not white and rough. Gao Xiwen has to observe closely. After being pushed away by someone's shoulders, he realized that He Songyu had been staring at him coldly for a long time.

It can even be translated from his cold eyes, "Look at your mother, how long do you want to keep staring at me", a high-ranking and contemptuous contempt.

Cong Ru smelled the cool oil, and felt a lot better. He took the small green bottle from Gao Xiwen, "Is this for me, can I put it on my forehead?"

He spoke a little weakly, but completely broke the condensed atmosphere.

Gao Xiwen withdrew his gaze, straightened his waist and moved away from Cong Ru, "It's for you, you can use it, or do you want me to help you apply it on your forehead, pulse, and soles of your feet."

Forget about the soles of the feet... Cong Ru: "Thank you. I'll do it myself."

Gao Xiwen smiled and said, "You're welcome."

Song Zhongye sized him up, "Do you want to go to the clinic?"

Cong Ru shook his head and waved his hands, with a more casual attitude, "It's not that hypocritical, it's just a little heatstroke, it'll be fine after a rest, but I can't play with you guys."

Song Zhongye: "...that's okay, you pay attention to your body."

Cong Ru poured a few drops of green liquid into the palm of her hand, and patted it roughly on her forehead. Like a child, she smelled the pungent and cool smell on her hand, then took it away and frowned, "It stinks."

Gao Xiwen smiled, and Song Zhongye also curved the corners of his mouth.

After exercising, exposed to the sun, and suffering from heatstroke, Cong Ru, who has a high body temperature, has pale skin and red eyes, and his eyes are as bright as the sparkling waves on the lake not far from the arena. A little fragile, leaning on the back of the chair, with a lazy and carefree demeanor, even Gao Xiwen looked at him with seriousness and appreciation.

Song Zhongye's eyes seemed to be embedded in his eyebrows, and he didn't say a word, and he didn't move away until He Songyu leaned over and pulled Cong Ru's face forcefully, and the two of them were facing each other, very close , This sudden action caused Song Zhongye and Gao Xiwen's eyes and expressions to change suddenly.

He Songyu's fingertips brushed against the corners of Cong Ru's eyes and slowly slid down the cool oil that was about to flow into his eyes, "Why are you so careless."

A touch of pampering was revealed in the cold voice, which caused Cong Ru to tilt her head back. From the corner of her eye, she glanced at Song Zhongye and Gao Xiwen who were looking at them in embarrassment, and took He Songyu's hand away. "Thanks, I'll wipe it myself."

His attitude of avoiding suspicion made the temperature in He Songyu's eyes a lot colder, the corners of his mouth moved, he rubbed Cong Ru's head with his big hand, and said with an obvious desire to control and dominate: "Thank you, be obedient."

Cong Ru glared at him secretly from the corner of his eye, in front of Song Zhongye and the others, it was not easy to confront He Songyu, so she nodded and smiled angrily, and threw the little green bottle on He Songyu, "Okay, Give it to you, come here, I can't serve you well, you are the only one who asks."

On the other hand, he felt that it was not good to waste their time because of a trivial matter, and said to Song Zhongye who looked at them with a complicated expression: "Brother Ye, I'm fine, you go and play, I won't go."

Song Zhongye glanced past him and He Songyu, nodded his chin, and didn't say to leave immediately, but only asked, "I really don't feel any more uncomfortable? Did you eat something bad? Do you want to go to the clinic for a checkup?" Just a minute." There is a traditional Chinese medicine clinic nearby, and police officers often go there to get trauma medicine for bruises.

Cong Ru thought about it, "No, I ate a bowl of noodles and cold side dishes in the morning, and put a little more vinegar..."

"You still cook?"

Cong Ru said awkwardly: "I didn't do it, the last time I cooked an egg was a year ago..." He quietly glanced at He Songyu.

He Songyu suddenly asked in a deep voice: "You also bought those seasonings a year ago, have you changed them since then?"

Cong Ru: "Yeah, I don't cook, so it would be nice to have those equipments."

He Songyu looked at him silently.

The smile on Cong Ru's face weakened little by little, as if realizing something, "...you didn't check the expiration date when you put those seasonings in the morning?"

He Songyu: "..."

Cong Ru: "..." Fuck, no wonder he retches.

Song Zhongye stared at Cong Ru, and he asked sharply, "Morning? Do you live together?"

Cong Ru was puzzled, he didn't know why Song Zhongye reacted so strongly, Gao Xiwen pressed Song Zhongye's shoulder, and said to Cong Ru in a caring tone: "Would you like to go to the clinic, food poisoning is not good."

Cong Ru followed his words and shook his head, "Not at all, it won't be too long before the expiration date, and the taste hasn't deteriorated, it will be fine after a rest."

Gao Xiwen reminded: "Then you go back to rest early, Ah Ye, let's go too, don't delay people going home here."

He took Song Zhongye's hand, stepped aside, and gave up his position. He Songyu glanced coldly at them, closed the car window, and quickly left the parking lot of the arena, leaving the two figures far away. In the side mirrors.

Cong Ru adjusted the curvature of the seat, lay down on the back, and asked lazily, "I don't really have food poisoning, do I?"

He Songyu glanced at him from the corner of his eye, "If you're worried, I'll take you to the hospital."

Cong Ru looked at him sideways, the broken hair on his forehead seemed to be drooping on both sides, revealing his handsome brows like ink, and raised the corners of his mouth unhappily, "No, you are the same as what I ate in the morning, why didn't you Reaction, did you poison me?"

Cong Ru guessed, "Have you not let go of the hurdle that Qi Luwei likes me, and you want to take revenge on me and take the opportunity to poison me to death." He knew that he was a bit stupid for saying this, but it hadn't been like this for a long time, and his body suddenly felt bad. After being comfortable, people will inevitably think too much, and they are a bit stupid and vulnerable.

He Songyu was driving, but he was distracted to pay attention to his movement, and his pouting curve was so cute at a glance, his eyes became deeper and deeper, "I will not poison you to death, and I don't need to give you any medicine. "

"Unless you are disobedient." He Songyu's blunt words pierced the hearts of the people, "Also, if the sex addiction breaks out and find someone else - of course I won't prescribe these to you, I know you just owe teaching. And I will He is a very qualified teacher who will teach you until you graduate."

His provocative eyes and words full of deep meaning made the atmosphere a little more hot and ambiguous. Cong Ru swallowed deeply, covered his eyes with his arms, and pretended to rest with his eyes closed. He complained, "I still want to be a teacher to teach me, have you passed the teaching qualification test? Do you know if you have a certificate to work, and be careful when you work without a certificate. I will sue you at the Education Bureau."

He cursed mockingly, groaned with his eyes closed, his breathing gradually calmed down, his wrists slowly slipped down on the car seat, and he fell asleep with a proud face on his face.

In order to prevent him from catching a cold, He Songyu touched the temperature of his arm with his fingers and turned up the temperature of the cold air in the car.

After Cong Ru went back, her body had recovered a lot. The feeling of blackness in front of her eyes, nausea and dizziness was also temporary, and she was fine after that.

He didn't go to the hospital for an examination, He Songyu was fine, and Cong Ru was even more reluctant to go, and he didn't have a similar reaction from the afternoon to the evening, so he took advantage of this time to check all the seasonings at home again, and he should throw them away. the throw.

He Songyu listened to him lying on the sofa, stroking Tanhua's dog's head, and called Pang Deyao, "...I have been useless for a long time, you can help me find a cook to make another set."

Pang Deyao's voice penetrated the phone, "Don't you don't cook, why bother, I'll have someone cook for you every day, can't you?"

"No, I don't have to cook, but I have to own it." Cong Ru responded domineeringly, and turned on the TV. He Songyu saw him between the news station and the variety show, and decisively chose a few beautiful women with thin waists and long legs. A variety show where the younger sister twists and dances.

Cong Ru's legs trembled, causing Tanhua to be unable to lie down beside his legs, and her ears were rubbed against her several times. The dog face silently looked at her father, hoping that he would give him some eyes.

The unruly prodigal son softly hummed the song sung by Hot Sister and whistled. The comfort on Jun's face made his five senses glow. He Songyu passed by in front of the TV. After many times, he frowned and stared at him, then looked up to watch the show through the gap.

Pang Deyao: "Okay, okay...It's the beginning of September, have you been busy, and you won't come to my place to play?"

Cong Ru shook her hands, looked at He Songyu guilty, then turned down the volume of the phone without changing her face, put it to her ear, and said solemnly: "Well...cough, I'm still a bit busy, there is a small class tonight .”

Pang Deyao: "Why is your voice so low? Didn't I post your photo last time? It was like blowing up a fish pond. They all said they wanted to enter 'brother's fish pond', hehe. Let me tell you, the performance company changed this time. Here comes a group of beauties from Belarus, I know you like the type with long and straight legs, a thin waist, especially a beautiful back shape, and looks great in small suspenders..."

He Songyu sat next to Cong Ru, and when he came to Tanhua, he didn't dare to cling to Cong Ru, and gave up his seat directly.

Pang Deyao was still saying: "...Among them there is an international student from Kimchi Country who wants to find a domestic boyfriend. He can speak Chinese well. The last time he came for an interview, he was graceful and graceful. He is the slim and graceful you want. When he dances, he is very handsome. Sexy Leprechaun."

Cong Ru: "Stop talking."

Pang Deyao: "Huh?"

The remote control was taken away by Tanhua, and the channel was accidentally changed, and the sexy hot girl who danced hotly from the screen suddenly became the opening song of a children's cartoon, "Brother Monkey, you are amazing, the five elements and mountains can't be held back, jump out A Sunwalker..."

Pang Deyao: "Huh? What's the matter, I picked it according to your previous preferences, why has your taste changed again, you don't want to be elegant and slim, and the sexy goblin can't charm you? How do you like it now? It's okay , you go ahead and say, as long as you are from Earth, don’t be too picky, who told you that brothers dote on you.”

Cong Ru: "...I told you to stop talking."

Cong Ru seldom watches cartoons at home, so he doesn’t spend much time there. He takes Tanhua to the studio, and puts the animal world on the tablet for him, and a bunch of students and teachers play with him.

To prevent it from becoming myopic, Cong Ru didn't let him see too much.

I watched Journey to the West with great interest, and there was only a dog squatting in front of the TV in the living room, with its paws on the handle of the remote control, its eyes were thirsty for knowledge, and it wanted to follow the Sun Walker inside with fascination.

"Your hand... don't, don't put three in it."

Cong Ru pressed his forehead against the door, and supported the door with both hands, unable to yell at him anymore. He Songyu patted his back to help him relax, "I've had a bad stomach."

His back is what the brother on the phone said, the back shape is very beautiful, the skeleton of a man, because the thin body has less flesh, most of it is muscle, and the body fat percentage is very low, so the skin appears thin.Not only is he thin, but he also has broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His hips are slightly wide, and he also has some curves from behind.

The butterfly bone on the back is like a real butterfly about to spread its wings. The spine in the middle is concave inward with clear lines, like a gully with clear springs flowing in the green hills.

The beads of sweat that keep emerging are the clear and sweet springs, which turn into small streams and slide down vertically. He Songyu bowed his body, caught the beads of sweat with his mouth, and wiped the gully with the tip of his tongue , the burning lips kissed the surrounding skin, causing Cong Ru to tremble, "You didn't, you just got heatstroke."

He heard him mention what happened on the phone before, but what he said was different from what he imagined. He Songyu asked him with ulterior motives, "Have you worn a small skirt?" It meant the same thing as whether you wanted to wear a small skirt.

Cong Ru has a pair of slender legs, and the hair on the legs is relatively sparse, so it doesn't matter if you don't shave it. He immediately understood He Songyu's plan, turned around and opened his mouth to scold, He Songyu knelt down on one knee behind him, Biting the flesh on the side of the waist, Cong Ru, whose pupils constricted, almost lost his foothold as if being shocked by an electric shock.

His scolding was interrupted for a second, and it turned into a low-hum, the fog on his face became more red, his waist sank a little, and he lowered his head and covered his mouth.

On his invisible back, He Songyu's cold eyes were covered with a layer of greedy possessiveness, and the handsome gentleman's face was also as bright red as red wine, more excited than Cong Ru, he described Follow Pang Deyao's girlfriend proposal to Cong Ru.

There was also light thin sweat on the forehead, and a few strands of hair were wetted by sweat and scattered on the forehead and between the eyebrows, tearing up the cold and serious appearance, showing a mature and rich man breaking away from etiquette, righteousness and shame. The shackles are like the apostles of Jesus, like clothes-beasts, and like fallen missionaries.

His voice is the call of Satan, the gift of the devil, to captivate children in the whirlpool of the sea of ​​love.

"Little suspenders are too flirtatious."

"Your back is like a butterfly's wings."

"How sensitive are the nerves in the tailbone."

"Your legs are much longer than women's. Your calves are slender, and they are almost as thin as theirs. See how I can wrap your ankles with one hand."

"Your thighs are tight-firm, thick at the top and thin at the bottom. You look so good."

He Songyu lay on his back, coaxing Cong Ru while he was in a daze, "I see you like those hot girls on variety shows very much, do you also want to wear a small suspender, showing your waist and belly button, and Qi-force-pink?" Plaid skirt?"

His words were harsh, and his voice penetrated Cong Ru's eardrums, forcing him to listen to him.

In order to show democracy, He Songyu also pretended to ask for his opinion, "Do you like the one that is a good wife and mother, or the one that is a strong woman with thousands of styles."

"...That's right, your good brother said that you like to be slim on the one hand and sexy on the other. Isn't that the gentleman under the bed and the slut on the bed." He asked lightly in his nasal cavity, "Is that so, huh?"

Cong Ru was almost out of breath. He Songyu looked at his slender figure, and the whole person was not weightless. The flesh and weight of this person were probably hidden in the bones. In order for him to answer, He Songyu stopped and gave way. He slowed down, patted and stroked his back and neck in a comforting way like taking care of a child, and then put his arms around his waist.

After Cong Ru's breathing slowed down, she turned her head to face He Songyu, with the tip of her nose pressed against the tip of her nose, teardrops on her eyelashes, and the corners of her eyes were red with smoke. She bared her teeth pitifully and fiercely at the evil Satan, "I, Xi, Huan, you, dad."

Good guy, if you don't ask your mother for greetings, this is the real man's battlefield.

Cong Ru even wanted to sing a song "Please take my troll back to your home, please leave your dear father behind".

The alms was given to him by He Songyu's fierce and excited counterattack in the next second, "That's not okay. You know, I just like to see you disobey me. You are so beautiful when you show your teeth, Cong Ru , What kind of hot girls do you want, what kind of goblins. You are hotter than them without wearing anything."

Cong Ru also used to talk about horse fleas on this kind of thing, usually to increase mutual interest, but to take care of the feelings of women who are not acceptable, so he will not be too explicit, but now he is facing It's the same sex as him, a man, he is stimulated, and he also knows that He Songyu feels stimulated, at this moment their senses are connected.

He blushed and sweated intermittently to fight back, not pretending to be rebellious or wild, from top to bottom his hair was expressing that he would never yield to He Songyu, he didn't know repentance, he was stubborn to the end, a real wild horse Difficult to tame, it reminds the rider to tighten his scalp and fasten his head at all times, otherwise he will fall down and lose his horse's hooves if he is unprepared.

Then I am also willing.

He Songyu pinches Cong Ru's neck, the horse trainer rides high on the back of the best BMW, the fierce horse neighs, and the horse trainer raises his long whip. They will never submit to each other, and this contest will last forever Tossing and turning to the cape, if it is not until death, it will never end.

He Songyu: "I will give you a skirt."

No insult meant.

I just think that you will look beautiful in it.