Serious warning to next door Husky neighbors

At ten o'clock in the evening, Chen Nansong watched Fei Le go upstairs to go to bed, then walked lightly to the kitchen, holding a box of warm chicken wings in his hand, gently opened the door, and rang Zhou Qingyan's house all the way in the dark door.

There was a click, and within a few seconds, the door opened. Zhou Qingyan poked his head out from the door and smiled at Chen Nansong, "Come in."

At that moment, Chen Nansong felt like a child who ran to his neighbor's friend's house in the middle of the night to steal sweets together, so he quietly got in and closed the door.

This was the first time he saw Zhou Qingyan's living environment.Neat, refreshing, clean and comfortable to look at.

"What's wrong? Don't stand there." Zhou Qingyan went to the bar and poured a glass of water for him.

"Your house did not exceed my expectations." Chen Nansong took a sip of warm water, sure enough, there were still chrysanthemums in it, "Your house looks very comfortable."

"I'm too lazy to decorate, it might look a little monotonous." Zhou Qingyan smiled.

"By the way, this is for you. What did you have for dinner?" Chen Nansong handed over the lunch box, "Chen Bei made it. It is impossible for me to make edible meals in my life."

"It smells good. I just... roasted vegetables. Do you want some?" Zhou Qingyan was obviously probing, with a slightly embarrassed tone, "It probably won't be too delicious. If you don't like it, you can have a couple of bites."

"I just ate it, but I want to try it." Chen Nansong obediently sat on the dining table and chairs beside him.

The oven was steaming, and Zhou Qingyan brought out the baking tray with gloves on. It was indeed green vegetables, plus a few pieces of golden roasted pumpkin. The only piece of meat was the salmon in the corner.

When Zhou Qingyan brought a fork with broccoli on it to his mouth, he subconsciously dodged back, and finally opened his mouth suddenly and bit down.

This thing is really not very tasty.

Chen Nansong's face turned blue when he lowered his head, he swallowed it after chewing a few times, and looked up to see Zhou Qingyan staring at him and smiling.

"Sure enough, I'm still a carnivore. This thing...isn't suitable for me." Chen Nansong stared at the fork in Zhou Qingyan's hand, and the chair moved back a little, "I'm going to see the cat."

"Isn't it delicious?" Zhou Qingyan muttered in a low voice, then lowered his head and ate two green vegetables, "It's delicious."

After all, the two of them can blackmail each other just by eating.

Chen Nansong touched the cat's head in the corner, and thought about it again.

Still hard to eat.

While he was stroking the cat's head and thinking about it, someone suddenly stood behind him. Zhou Qingyan squatted down and leaned to one side, stretching out his fingers to tease the cat's chin. The little guy meowed twice, spread his belly, and fell asleep on his side.

Zhou Qingyan's fingertips slowly moved up along the cat's chin, and he didn't know if it was intentional, but his fingers touched Chen Nansong.

"It's sleepy." Chen Nansong didn't hide, his fingers just circled around the index finger next to him.

"Watching TV?" Zhou Qingyan asked him.

After Chen Nansong nodded, he suddenly leaned forward and sniffed twice, "Did you eat the green lemon?"

"Who is okay to eat that?" Zhou Qingyan smiled, tilted his head and sniffed the collar of his clothes, "Does it smell?"

"It still smells like lemon." Chen Nan let go of his hands on the ground, his head was almost on his neck, he looked up at the face that was a few millimeters closer, "I want to eat lemon."

Zhou Qingyan shook his body, stretched out his hand to push Chen Nansong's head away, and smiled, "This action of yours is easy to be misunderstood."

"What's the misunderstanding?" Chen Nansong stood up from the ground and was about to walk towards the refrigerator.

"It's easy to make me feel that you are interested in me." Zhou Qingyan took two steps, "The lemon is in the refrigerator, and the sugar is in the second cabinet."

Chen Nansong stood at the door of the refrigerator, facing the air conditioner, twirling a lemon in his hand, paused for a few seconds and suddenly smiled, "You think too much, if I like it, I would have already crushed others, how can I stay here chattering chatter."

"Well, do you look like someone who can beat around the bush." ​​Zhou Qingyan squatted in front of the TV in the living room to look for something after finishing speaking.

Chen Nansong smiled to himself.

He is beating around the bush now, Zhou Qingyan's life seems too peaceful, if he accidentally smashes this boulder in, everyone will feel uncomfortable.

It's better to keep a distance quietly and make friends.

"You control yourself." Chen Nansong muttered to himself while cutting the lemon.

Thinly sliced ​​lemons on a plain white plate, sprinkled with coffee powder and granulated sugar.

This stuff has to be chewed down.

Still quite tasty.

When Chen Nansong went out with the tray, Zhou Qingyan went to change into pajamas at some point, and nestled comfortably on the sofa.

"It looks pretty like this." After Zhou Qingyan finished speaking, he picked up the pieces and put them into his mouth one by one. "Well, refresh your mind. By the way, do you want wine? I have it over there."

"I can't drink it. I'll get drunk after just one drink." Chen Nansong waved his hands twice and sat cross-legged on the sofa.

"It's okay, it's okay if you're drunk, it's okay if you don't go back, I still have a room." Zhou Qingyan kept staring at the TV, "Is this okay?"

"Yeah." Chen Nansong didn't care about the TV at all, he didn't care about playing Doraemon now, he suddenly turned his head, "Then I'll have a drink."

"I'll get it." Zhou Qingyan walked towards the bar table, Chen Nansong stared at the dark alley entrance and the sudden screams on the TV, and shrank his neck.

What a fucking horror movie.

It is also a good thing to anesthetize him with alcohol in advance, so as to save him from insomnia at night.

Zhou Qingyan was holding two cups and a green bottle of wine. It was a bottle of sake. The alcohol was not high, but it was enough for Chen Nansong to close his eyes.

The wine was flowing in the glass, Chen Nansong held the glass in the palm of his hand, leaned against the sofa and nestled into it.

He glanced at the person next to him.

Zhou Qingyan watched it very seriously, and Chen Nansong once suspected that what he was watching was not a horror movie, but a crime suspense movie.

How could someone be so devoted to it.

Like a kid watching cartoons.

Chen Nansong regained his senses, turned his head, and the female ghost jumped out of the screen so frightened that his hands shook twice, and the wine almost splashed out.

"Wow." Zhou Qingyan said inexplicably, looking very excited.

Depend on.

Chen Nansong went completely crazy, picked up the wine glass in his hand and finished it in one breath, and stretched out his hand to pour another glass.

Get drunk, you won't have to suffer when you're drunk.

One glass after another was in his hand, and half the bottle of wine was gone in the blink of an eye. Chen Nansong was lying on his back on the sofa with a dizzy head. When he was in a daze, he saw blood splashing everywhere on the screen, and Zhou Qingyan whose eyes were shining.

"Nan Song?" Someone called him next to him.

Chen Nansong reluctantly opened his eyes, saw the face close at hand, and his body exuded the fragrance of lemon, he hooked the neck of the man in front of him and pushed down, Zhou Qingyan knocked his head on his collarbone.

I don't know if it hurts or not, but it hurts a lot anyway.

"I'll take you to your room, don't move around." Zhou Qingyan dragged him all the way to another bedroom.

Chen Nansong muttered and turned over on the bed, half of the clothes were thrown up by the friction between the clothes and the sheets.

There are scars on his waist and abdomen, not a neat one, but many overlapped together, it is a bit shocking to look at, deeply and shallowly printed on the skin, and you can feel the messy lines when you touch it.

Zhou Qingyan stood aside and stared at it for a long time, and finally covered him with a quilt, which was tightly wrapped.The dimmest little lamp was left in the room, "Good night."

At 08:30 in the morning, there was a knock on his door.

"Huh? Siri, what time is it?" Chen Nansong said in a hoarse voice and rolled around on the bed. When he opened his eyes, his body had already rolled to the edge of the bed, half of his legs were drooping on the ground, and he vaguely saw a face.

Zhou Qingyan stood by the bed and watched him.

"What time is it!" Chen Nansong jumped up violently, almost threw his face on the ground, but was helped by the arm by the person next to him, "I accidentally fell asleep yesterday, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's 08:30." Zhou Qingyan raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist, "I'm going to school, but..."

"What's wrong?" Chen Nansong rubbed his eyes and looked up at him.

"I feel like the cat is about to give birth." Zhou Qingyan was probably a little anxious, and gently licked the door beside him with his fingers, "Are you busy today?"

"It's not busy, I'll help you look after it, it's okay, you can go to school quickly." Chen Nansong stood up from the bed and was about to walk towards the living room.

"Okay, call me if you have anything to do." Zhou Qingyan walked to the door and then backed away. Chao Chen Nansong stuffed something cold in his hand, "This is the key."

"Okay." Chen Nansong stroked his hair, looking at the key in a daze, "Wait! You take Fei Le with you, I won't give it away..."

"Yeah." Zhou Qingyan walked out the door quickly, and the room was instantly quiet. Before Chen Nansong could turn around, he slammed the door, and the door opened again.

"The rice is on the table." Zhou Qingyan suddenly got another head in. After speaking, he closed the door with a slap and disappeared again.

Chen Nansong was confused this early in the morning, he had an illusion.

There is an illusion of living with Zhou Qingyan.

"What's on my mind all day long!" Chen Nansong walked to the cat nest in the corner, the little guy nestled on the stall and took deep breaths, looking a little tired.He reached out and touched the cat's head twice, poured some cat food into the bowl, squatted aside and watched, "You are so good, so is the master."

Inside 302 next door.

Fei Le's red scarf has not been fastened, and the shoelaces are loose, "Uncle Chen! I can't find my lunch box, and I'm going to be late! Am I going to run to school today?"

"Damn it, I can't find your lunch box either, someone help me! Also, don't call me uncle!!" Chen Bei howled, jumping up and down to find the lunch box.

The room became a mess, big and small stomping on the spot together.

"Ding dong!"

"Hurry up! Your uncle is back! Open the door quickly." Chen Bei held the pillow in his hand and poked his head into the crack of the sofa to look.

"How can there be a lunch box in there!" Fei Le rolled his eyes anxiously, and before the door was opened, he shouted, "There is such an irresponsible person as you! I'm going to be late Uncle... Zhou... Teacher ?”

Fei Le's last sentence turned away, and Zhou Qingyan, who was staring up at the door, opened his mouth wide in fright, unable to hold back a word.

"Hurry up, it's too late, get your schoolbag first." Zhou Qingyan still spoke so gently.

"Okay." Fei Le regained his composure and rushed out grabbing his schoolbag, looked back at Chen Bei, and blinked.

what's the situation?

Chen Bei was more ignorant than him, "Damn it, Nan Song got rid of people in one night?" He sat down on the sofa, staring at the beckoning cat on TV in a daze, "Awesome!"

Fei Le was finally not pushed into the car this time, he was the first to use his own legs to step into the car door normally, and sat in the co-pilot.

"That's great." Fei Le sighed.

"What's so good?" Zhou Qingyan smiled and started the car, and rushed towards the school.

"It feels so good to be a normal car." Fei Lere's face flushed a little, "Mr. Zhou, are we going to become relatives?"

"Ah?" Zhou Qingyan slammed on the brakes, and the spring pig in front shook violently, "What relative?"

"Didn't my uncle live in your house? Although I don't understand his seniority, at least he was a little kissed, right?" Fei Le looked at him seriously.

Zhou Qingyan smiled, he wanted to say that Chen Nansong had not reached that step, but turned around and changed his sentence, "So?"

"So...you give me less homework." Fei Le laughed beside him.

"Your uncle is worth a little homework?" Zhou Qingyan smiled, the car turned a corner, and Fei Le moved his body twice.

"It depends on how you measure it." Fei Le smiled happily holding his schoolbag.

"I think...it's worth more homework." Zhou Qingyan stopped the car at the school gate, "Let's go."

"Okay." Fei Le jumped out of the car with a sad face, shook his head and muttered in a low voice, "Uncle must not work hard enough, it is really hopeless."

Chen Nansong on the other side sneezed, and the shower head above his head sprayed fiercely in his face, "Who the hell is scolding me?"