Quietly giving birth to a cub to amaze his father

He Songyu's ambiguous words on a rainy night made the atmosphere between Cong Ru and him even weirder.

At night, Cong Ru suffered from insomnia for the first time, just like someone scratched his apex, and left it alone after the itching was aroused, and he was embarrassed to tell others, why don't you scratch it again?

It was He Songyu who said that he was worried about gains and losses, but Cong Ru was the one who really had trouble sleeping and eating.

What exactly did he mean by this, and why he was so vague, Cong Ru scratched his heart and lungs thinking about it, but he didn't dare to get him up to ask. He could only lose sleep staring at the dark ceiling in the middle of the night, and He Song next to him But Yu slept soundly.Hold.

The so-called when someone further provokes in the relationship between two people, the other person will be passive.

Whatever the other party does, the other party will be taken aback and will involuntarily think a lot.

Cong Ru is in this state now, he is about to be schizophrenic by He Songyu.

He went to the yard to look at the dog, and He Songyu hurriedly asked him, "Where are you going?"

Cong Ru said it, but without saying anything, he went upstairs to get a coat and put it on specially for him. Cong Ru felt warm and wanted to say thank you, but He Songyu said, "You're welcome, I'm afraid you'll catch a cold. Give me."

What else could Cong Ru say, but she could only say in a strange way: "That shouldn't be possible. You put on the hat, gloves and coat for me before I went out."

A smile curled up on the corner of He Songyu's mouth, and he said lightly, "You're welcome, it's what I should do."

In this environment, Cong Ru turned into a string, and He Songyu pinched and plucked it back and forth. He could only make a clumsy buzzing sound as a protest.

In the first three days, Cong Ru started to pack her luggage.

He Songyu leaned against the door frame without saying a word, watching in silence as he counted the things he was going to take away. Cong Ru had a list in his hand, which stated that he had piled up in the utility room, and who was the final owner of the gifts he bought? Who is in the family, down to children under the age of five.

Someone in the He family also called He Songyu and asked him why he hadn't returned to his home.

The last time he called was from the old man of the He family, asking him if he forgot about his family when he raised someone outside. There was an element of anger in his words, but He Songyu stopped him.

Mr. He, who had never seen He Songyu talking for a person, forgot to hang up the phone. It was He Songyu who asked him if he was okay before the old man realized that what he said next was like swearing.

After Cong Ru finished counting the gifts, he realized that He Songyu had been standing at the door of the utility room for an unknown amount of time. He asked suspiciously, "What are you looking at?"

He said heartlessly: "Is there nothing to do? Then come and help me, and help me put these things in the car."

There are a few heavy ones that take a lot of effort, and Cong Ru can't hold them in his arms because he is afraid of touching his stomach, so some gift bags can be carried.He walked to the door, passed by He Songyu, found that he hadn't moved, turned his head and looked at him with raised eyebrows, "Why are you in a daze." He raised his knee and touched He Songyu's leg.

With a snap, the gift bag in his hand fell to the ground.

Cong Ru was pulled over by He Songyu's hand, and he rode on his brows with forbearance, "Tell me, how about I lock you up."

"what?"

Cong Ru's face was blank, and he didn't understand the meaning of He Songyu's words.

He Songyu stared at him silently, the danger and sincerity in his words were arrogant and domineering, he pursed his lips as if he was joking.

Cong Ru: "What's wrong with you?"

He patted his hand, "Let go of it for me, you have pulled everything away, pick it up for me."

He Songyu didn't move.

Cong Ru snorted: "I can't command you anymore?"

He sneered mockingly, the expression on his face changed so vividly that he seemed to be rolling in He Songyu's heart, he stared deeply at Cong Ru, bent down, and even picked up things to look at him, one at a time.Cong Ru let him watch, much calmer than He Songyu, who showed violent emotions.

Until He Songyu picked up all the gift bags, he stood in front of Cong Ru with the bags in both hands, staring at him face to face, "Can you close it?"

At that moment, Cong Ru thought that the fire in He Songyu's eyes was going to burn him. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he knew that the two of them had disagreements about the Chinese New Year since the last time, and there was no further discussion. Said about it.

The only thing he knew was that He Songyu went crazy when he counted the gifts in the utility room and started to pack up and go back to his hometown to salute.

"ill."

Cong Ru's heart felt burned, "Why are you shutting me down?"

He Songyu: "F-you."

He Songyu: "Why?"

Cong Ru: "..."

He Songyu seemed to be getting impatient waiting for him to respond, and the last trace of limited patience was exhausted by Cong Ru's speechlessness. He threw the bag away, grabbed Cong Ru's collar, and untied it one by one. .

Right at the door of the utility room, He Songyu's cold words were full of inexplicable anger, "How many days did you go back to celebrate the New Year, three days, five days, half a month? You have to give me some comfort if we haven't seen each other for such a long time .”

He moved swiftly and quickly. Cong Ru's shirt disappeared quickly. He Songyu pulled him into the utility room, and his eyes fell on his stomach. Cong Ru's belly was obviously a pregnant belly. In fact, it didn't look much better. The only thing Fortunately, there were no stretch marks on it, so he put his hand on it in a concealed manner.But He Songyu didn't mind pulling his hand away. He squatted down and kissed Cong Ru's belly as if worshiping. With the other hand, he slightly pulled down his loose trousers, and the next second he relaxed. slipped to the ground.

Cong Ru leaned against the wall and hid behind the door. He gasped for air, his mind was foggy, and his only thought was that luckily the aunt who cleaned and cooked in the villa was on vacation, otherwise he would bump into this girl when he went upstairs. In one scene, both he and the other party will die.

He Songyu changed from squatting to kneeling, which deeply shocked Cong Ru who was looking at him from above. This was the first time he saw He Songyu kneeling for him.Cong Ru leaned his head against the wall, thinking vaguely, why did he kneel down for him, did he lose his dignity, didn't he feel humiliated.He Songyu's dedication to serving him seemed to tell him that he didn't mind or cared.

He Songyu stopped in the middle and looked up at him, "Don't pull my hair."

Cong Ru felt that he had just hit the head, he was stunned for a moment, and then loosened his hand. Seeing that He Songyu hadn't continued, he was still in the feeling just now, and wanted to continue chasing, but he remembered that He Songyu said don't pull his hair , I was embarrassed and wronged for a moment, I didn't know what to do, so I had to raise my hand and put it on the wall, just like the crucified Jesus.

Jesus in his mouth.

Satan is him, He Songyu, and he made Jesus fall in love with him.

An incomparably joyful complacency rushed into He Songyu's violent and turbulent heart. Seeing Cong Ru's happiness seemed more important than enjoying the numbness of his scalp. He stared at him without blinking, and Cong Ru's No expression could escape his eyes.

Uncomfortable gasps, grievances, happiness, and madness are all brought by him.

Until he opened his mouth and showed it to Cong Ru, who had blurred eyes. Cong Ru jumped all over his body as if frightened, and stretched out his hand to cover his face, but He Songyu grabbed his hand and got up from the ground. He wiped it all off. On Cong Ru.Help Cong Ru turn around when he was exhausted, "It's my turn."

Cong Ru can only rely on him to stabilize his figure. If anyone can keep his sanity at this time, then he must be a saint.

Cong Ru is not a saint, so he can only be a fake Jesus. The real Satan sees through his true colors and imprisons him in his arms without any hesitation. The darkness overwhelms the sky and covers the sky, covering the last light in his eyes.

Cong Ru didn't wake up until night. He originally planned to finish packing today and set off at the same time tomorrow at the time agreed with Pang Deyao and the others. As a result, the absurdity of the afternoon made him exhausted by He Songyu. I didn't pack it up, and fell asleep.

Now he wondered if He Songyu did it on purpose.

Waking up at night, Cong Ru was hungry looking for something to eat, and when he touched the edge of the bed, the other person who should have wasted his energy all afternoon was not there.

Cong Ru put on a coat and got up, went outside to look for food, and took a look at what He Songyu was doing, but saw the half-lit light in the study, frowned suspiciously, stayed up so late, and ran to Busy in the study?

He Songyu heard the sound of pushing the door, and Cong Ru stood behind the hidden door and poked his head out. Seeing him, he seemed relieved, "You are here."

He was wearing his coat, and he probably took one without looking carefully.

Cong Ru came over, "What are you looking at?"

He Songyu's computer gradually turned into a blue screen, and he didn't see anything. Cong Ru suspiciously swiped back and forth between him and the computer, "You're not looking at those things, are you?"

He Songyu put on a leisurely posture and asked casually, "What are those things?"

Cong Ru snorted, "What kind of pretense is there? Which man doesn't have a few small movies on his computer."

Of course he was referring to those things that are suitable for a person to watch when he is venting. He Songyu said incredulously: "...Why should I watch those things? Don't you think your efficacy is not effective and can't compare to them."

He looked as if he had taken Shiquan Dabu pills, and his face was radiant and energetic.

Comparing Cong Ru with him, it was as if someone had captured his soul, exuding a tired laziness from the bottom of his bones, his face turned black, and he felt that what He Songyu said made him seem like a ginseng, someone who was being enjoyed Tonic, a tool for rejuvenating energy.

"All right, all right, you have the final say." He said perfunctorily, "You're a f*cking old pervert who doesn't act like a prudence."

Playing more tricks than him, Cong Ru knocked on the table angrily and asked him to make him a supper.

"I'm hungry. He Songyu, I can eat one person."

The nanny prepared some vegetables in the refrigerator before the holiday, so that He Songyu and Cong Ru could cook them by themselves these days. Since they didn't do anything serious in the afternoon, neither of them had dinner.Cong Ru was very hungry, and beside He Songyu cutting vegetables, he took half a small cucumber and gnawed on it. He Songyu glanced at him and said, "Eat less of this, I just took it out of the refrigerator."

Cong Ru dragged a chair and came over to supervise the work, "It's just a short distance, it's okay. Hurry up, I'm starving."

He Songyu thought that he would sleep until dawn, so he didn't prepare any meals, so he would just let him pick up the edible ones to fill his stomach first.

Finally, Cong Ru couldn't wait any longer, slipped out of the kitchen, and lay down on the sofa in the living room.

Fearing that he would be too hungry, He Songyu had already prepared a meal as soon as possible. When Cong Ru sat in the dining room and finally ate, He Songyu was in the kitchen treating the wound on his finger.

"It's time to eat, why don't you come over?"

"you eat first."

Cong Ru readily agreed, "Oh." He picked up the bowl, ate without knowing anything, and threatened by the way: "If you don't come out again, I'll eat all the food."

He Songyu glanced in the direction of the restaurant when he heard the words, and turned his back to him unconscionably, saying that he wanted to eat up, but he didn't move his rice bowl, and just drank from a cup.If someone told He Songyu one day, he would willingly enter the kitchen for a man, wash his hands and make soup, just like a family husband.Then he will definitely think that that man is himself, and only he will be willing.

He is such a selfish person, and he is not a kind person with a lot of heart. He even has a lot of calculations. Now he even wants to calculate the other party's heart.

"He Songyu, He Songyu! He Songyu, hurry up!"

"Why are you so slow!"

After Cong Ru's three urgings and four invitations, his cook came out of it.

Cong Ru, who was in a hurry to eat, didn't look at He Songyu carefully, so he didn't notice the wound on his hand, "It's slow to death."

He Songyu: "I'll let you eat first, don't wait for me."

Cong Ru gave him a look for him to taste, and swallowed a mouthful of white rice dipped in sauce, "Am I the kind of person who eats and drinks only for himself?"

He Songyu: "No." He picked up the chopsticks with his uninjured hand.

It was only when Cong Ru was halfway through the meal that he realized, "Why do you use your left hand? When did you become left-handed?"

He Songyu said calmly: "Train flexibly."

Cong Ru looked at him suspiciously, and when he was full at last, the chopsticks slipped to the ground by accident. He bent down to pick them up, but was held down by He Songyu, who picked up the chopsticks faster than him.

"Is this also done by training?" Cong Ru's voice sounded above his head, and after He Songyu picked up the chopsticks, he suddenly grabbed his wrist with one hand.

There was an obvious cut on his thumb, which was bloodshot, and Cong Ru scolded directly: "You fucking idiot, you don't apply medicine to such a big hole, just wash it with water, who the hell won't infect you?" Infection, who are you pretending to be pitiful with?"

He Songyu could tell that he was really angry.

"Laugh, you still have the face to laugh!" Cong Ru really wanted to knock open his brain to see what was inside, how could he be happy with such a big wound?

But the more he scolded, the happier He Songyu seemed to be. He hooked his lips, and the corners of his mouth became more and more curved, "Are you nervous about me? Cong Ru, are you nervous about me?"

"I'm nervous, you ghost." Cong Ru lightly touched He Songyu's wound, and secretly assessed that if he was stabbed in the hand, it would be a river of blood.

He Songyu withdrew his hand calmly, and the curvature of the corner of his mouth narrowed a lot in an instant, "It's okay, don't worry about it."

He added, trying to cover it up, "It has nothing to do with you."

Cong Ru's eyes almost popped out at him, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Nervous, I'm so nervous, are you naive?"

He Songyu lowered his brows and looked like he was silent and did not express his opinion or dare to refute.

"Pretend. You just pretend for me."

He Songyu lowered his eyes and listened to him swearing, and the secret sense of accomplishment in his heart was no less than when he was pestering him in the afternoon. If he didn't touch this person's heart, he would be cold. He could only provoke him from time to time, tease, pinch, touch , it will get hotter and hotter.

like, like...

"!"

On Cong Ru's dry face, those black eyes like crow's feathers glanced at him with a little sharp look, showing a trace of charming charm for no reason, he held He Songyu's injured big The thumb, stuffed into his mouth, swallowed it like eating a popsicle, and spit it out.The nickname is "disinfection".

This process seems to be long, but to He Songyu it seems like a flash in the pan.

After Cong Ru finished the disinfection work, she looked at He Songyu's fingers. They were slick with saliva, and they were inexplicably green.

Cong Ru himself felt embarrassed, especially He Songyu's fingers were still very long. He was a little glad that it was his thumb that was injured. If it was other fingers, then he should be worried about his throat.

His gaze intertwined with He Songyu's, and he didn't know who made a suggestion first.

"Do you want a kiss?"

I heard that people who like you will close their eyes for you when kissing.

Cong Ru opened his eyes suddenly, but He Songyu's eyes were closed, his heart was beating thumpingly, as if someone was shooting a basketball in his heart.

He also closed his eyes. Could it be that he is also interested in He Songyu?

One hand squeezed his neck to remind him to concentrate, Cong Ru closed his eyes, talking nonsense and unbelievable.

Because of He Songyu's injury, he didn't do anything for breakfast the next morning, probably because he asked the hotel cook to deliver a meal.Cong Ru also opened the door of the utility room only to find that all the things inside had been emptied. He Songyu stood downstairs and said to him, "The things have been put in the car for you."

Not only Cong Ru's gift, but also his suitcase.

Cong Ru still met Pang Deyao and the others according to the original plan, and He Songyu also returned to He's house to report after today. The method of handling it subtly fades away one thing.

Cong Ru got on his Hummer, and said to He Songyu who was standing next to his car to see him off, "See you in a year."

He Songyu looked at him and didn't say see you next year, "Happy New Year."

After Cong Ru was stunned, he raised the corners of his lips and smiled, "Happy New Year."

After merging with the main force, the three cars formed a team and set off towards the highway. Cong Ruo came down at the gas station on the way to release water, and the little sparrow rushed into the store to buy sausages, "How much is it?"

She flipped through her brand new small bag that Cong Ru gave her, and there was also a student mobile phone in it, with pink strawberries on it, "I'll give the cash."

A slender hand helped her cover the small leather bag, and the cash in the man's hand was passed over faster than her. The little sparrow looked up blankly, and heard the man who made her look like she had seen a ghost say: "Please eat, brat."

The deep and pleasant voice rang through the ears numbly, and the little sparrow came out of the store, his whole face flushed as if he had applied blush.

Her mother thought she was blown by the bitter cold wind, but she didn't know that when she looked back, the shadow standing behind the store shelves was so familiar.Little Sparrow was carried back into her family's car by her father, and when the car drove away, she thought dazedly, why didn't he get in the car, they all left, how could he keep up.

"What are you doing? You seem to have lost your soul. Eat a piece of grilled sausage and eat your soul."

The little girl looked out the window for a while, then turned her head leisurely, imitating the heavy sigh of an adult, "You don't understand."

She groaned, "Why did Dad bring me back? I still have something to tell Congcong!"

"It's high speed, I can't get off, you just wait."

"Father!" The little sparrow was anxious, but helpless, he could only look back through the window.

Cong Ru glanced at the gift in the back seat through the rearview mirror, and had the illusion of returning home after a long journey.In fact, if it wasn't for Pang Deyao and the others, he might not go back every year.

He didn't feel anything before, but this year he felt a little lonely for no reason, especially in the vehicles and crowds returning home, he saw himself alone through the mirror.Even if he has brothers, even if the brothers are relatives, his heart is always a barren basin, desolate and quiet, has nothing to do with others, and is tainted with loneliness.

Probably on the way home, he was alone in his car.

The cars drove into the fork in succession and spread out. Cong Ru accidentally glanced at the rearview mirror when she was sad for the spring and autumn, thinking that she had seen wrongly. Road, blocking his line of sight.

When looking back, the car was gone, Cong Ru frowned, thinking that he must have misread it, how could it be that person's car.

For the rest of the journey, Little Sparrow's father informed him that he was going to take a detour into the village, so he diverted to the small road, because he had made preparations in advance, and someone in the village had told him which road was easy to take. reach the destination.

The little sparrow hugged its mother's neck and slept soundly. It didn't even wake up when it was hugged by another person. Cong Ru's house had to drive a short distance inside. It was less than 200 meters away. He called Pang's family. Greeted, and continued on the journey alone.

This time it is really a short distance with one person and one car.

Although the sky is not dark, but the sky is not good, very dark, easily disturbing.

He didn't intend to unload the load of things right away. After getting out of the car, he entered the house. The chicken from the neighbor's house climbed up the fence and spread its wings to him. Jibu, "Are you Dahua or Erfeng? Oh, neither?"

The big flower and the second phoenix he mentioned happened a few years ago, and I don't know whose belly they got into.

Before he could enjoy himself for a long time, Pang Deyao's phone rang. He thought he was asking him to have dinner.

Pang Deyao's tone was unexpectedly serious, "Why did you invite everyone here?"

Cong Ru was confused, "What?"

"Man, you man! That Mr. He, Lao Zhang from the next village said he met a man whose car broke down on the road, and asked him if he knew Cong Ru." Fairy, you have abducted men like that back."

Cong Ru: "..."

When he saw He Songyu, he picked up Pang Deyao and was on his way to the next village. Pang Deyao said, "Stop, see if that is that honorable Mr. He."

The sky in the distant mountains was getting darker. Cong Ru opened the car window, poked her head out for a better view, squinted her eyes and stared at the rumbling tractor slowly approaching ahead, and Pang Deyao said, "That honorable He Mr.", sat expressionlessly on the co-pilot seat of Lao Zhang's tractor in the next village, and appeared in front of Cong Ru along with the gravel road in the village.