Serious warning to next door Husky neighbors

Chen Nansong didn't stop moving his hands. Finally, he lost all strength in knocking. He turned over and lay on his back on the bed, "But I haven't chased anyone before. I don't know what that thing is going to do."

Zhou Qingyan buried his face on the bed and smiled, his shoulders moved slightly.

"What are you laughing at?" Chen Nansong propped up half of his body with his arms and turned to look at him.

"The premise of chasing someone is that I'm not interested in you, so you come after me, right?" Zhou Qingyan compared two fingers.

Probably because he felt that his IQ was not enough and he might not be able to understand, Zhou Qingyan spoke slowly, as if teaching kindergarten children.

"But you don't have this premise." Zhou Qingyan looked at him.

Chen Nansong was stunned for a long time, he really didn't quite understand.

"Can you speak human language?" He was in a hurry, and he couldn't turn the straight line of his brain.

"You don't need to chase after me." Zhou Qingyan was laughed at, "I myself..."

"Come out, both of you!!" There was a knock on the door, and Zhou Xin's voice sounded like she was here to break things.

"Did you owe her money? Why is she acting like a protection fee?" Chen Nansong got off the bed and opened the door.

Zhou Xin wore suspenders and shorts, with the same braids on her head, and leaned against the door, "Hurry up, have you tidied up yet?"

"Hello, brother." Zhou Li stood beside him and smiled at him, licking a lollipop in her mouth.

"Hello." Chen Nansong laughed, and Zhou Qingyan was already putting on his coat when he turned around, "Are you going too?" He asked Zhou Li.

"She won't go, she and Fei Le will stay and watch cartoons." Zhou Xin answered, "My surveillance is on, no fights are allowed, understand?"

"Fight?" Chen Nansong looked at Zhou Li.

Zhou Xin broke Zhou Li's chin, "Aren't you cute? This little girl is fierce. How many boys in the class didn't hit her? Isn't that right?" She looked down at Zhou Li.

"Don't listen to my sister's nonsense." Zhou Li turned her head and entered the room.

"You can just go first, what's the rush?" Zhou Qingyan took a shirt jacket and took a sip of mineral water without haste.

"I don't know about your problem. You are notoriously hard to invite. If you wait until tomorrow morning, you may not be able to come." Zhou Xin gave him a blank look.

The Qing Bar is not noisy, it's on the street next to the B&B, but you have to go upstairs, the signboard at the door is not big, and there are quite a lot of places in the store. When a few people entered the door, they heard Chen Bei shouting from a distance, holding his hands back and forth Shake, he picked a corner seat and be quiet.

The girls on the stage were singing, and within a few minutes after sitting down, the table was almost full. The drinks were ordered with low alcohol content, after all, there were two people who couldn't drink very much.

The light was dim, and Chen Nansong sat in the middle, "Is the shop busy recently?" He asked Zhou Xin.

"No, I'm not busy. It's going to be a holiday soon, and everyone around has disappeared, so the store is going to rest first." Zhou Xin said.

"Her shop is just open for fun." Zhou Qingyan took a sip of his wine.

"Well, why don't I sit outside, you siblings..." Chen Nansong hadn't lifted his butt.

"sit down!"

He was pressed by Zhou Qingyan's leg, and Zhou Xin pressed his arm, and he insisted on pressing him down. Chen Bei kept laughing on the opposite side, and turned to the little girl in the stands when the music was over.

Chen Nansong didn't know what to say in the middle, holding up the glass and sipping wine into his mouth one mouthful at a time.

"It's okay." Zhou Qingyan asked him with his head tilted.

"Huh?" Chen Nansong glanced at the cup in his hand, "Fortunately, the peach flavor has no alcohol, you have to try... Ah, you are allergic."

"Do you have any other allergies?" he asked again.

"No more." Zhou Qingyan smiled nicely, "Would you like to taste it?" He pushed the cup a little.

Chen Nansong took a sip of his glass and frowned at the smell of sour lemon and strong rum.

"Tsk, I'll give it back to you." Chen Nansong pushed it back again.

His physique is that of a glass of drunkenness. He just took a sip of strong wine, and now his face is a little hot. After the girl on the stage sang, Chen Nansong applauded dizzily, and Chen Bei kicked him suddenly under the table.

Chen Nansong: "???"

The person on the opposite side winked at him, his face seemed to be convulsed, "Our brother Song can sing well, just wait, I'll go find the boss."

"You give me back..." Chen Nansong really wanted to give Chen Bei a roundabout kick, and buried him in the sandpit with his head down.

However, he couldn't get out because there were people on both sides. Chen Bei ran fast, standing on the stage every 2 minutes, waving at Chen Nansong, and calling his name directly with the microphone.

If there is a crack in the ground now, he will definitely get in.

"Go up! Come on!" Zhou Xin kept whistling, stood up and made a straight path.

Damn it, Chen Nansong turned his head to look at Zhou Qingyan, who was smiling, and probably couldn't save him.

Chen Nansong hasn't sung much in recent years, and he also played the guitar in college, and his hands are quite unfamiliar.

Chen Bei's yelling under the stage didn't stop, and Chen Nansong felt that this guy would take off his clothes and stand on a chair to cheer him on in a while.

"Cough." Chen Nansong paused for a long time, "I haven't played it for a long time, and I'm not very familiar with it, so don't mind if you make do." He laughed.

The guitar was plucked, and his lips were pressed against the microphone. His voice was very deep, with a nice voice, and he was basically talking like two people.

"wise men say."

"onlyfools rushin."

"Butican' help galling in love with you...."

.......

Chen Nansong lowered his head slightly and sang, and finally raised his eyes and glanced at the corner. The people at the table looked at him and smiled. The light in the corner was too dim, and only half of Wei □□ hit Zhou Qingyan on the face.

Chen Nansong's head was dizzy, and his face was swollen with pain. He was relieved after singing the last line, and looked up at Chen Bei, hoping that this bastard would shout out to end his embarrassing moment.

"Okay!" Chen Bei stood up and shouted.

"Well...thank you." Chen Nansong returned the guitar in his hand, a little embarrassed.

"Sure, Nansong, you sing so well!" Zhou Xin smiled happily, reached out and patted him on the shoulder a few times, "Would you like to perform or not, come to my store to sing a few songs another day."

"Aren't you running a Japanese grocery store..." Chen Nansong was speechless.

"Yes." Zhou Xin thought for a while, "Oh, it's okay, it's the same!"

After Chen Nansong took his seat, Chen Bei, who was opposite him, smiled at him, and he sighed, "I'm going to the bathroom."

"I'll go too." Chen Bei jumped up from his chair.

"Why are you still holding hands when you go to the toilet?" Zhou Xin smiled while holding a wine glass.

"Why are you following me?" Chen Nansong said.

"Who is following you? I can't go to the bathroom." Chen Bei squeezed into the bathroom, "By the way, brother, you want to treat me to dinner."

"I invite you to dinner, I invite you to slap your face, do you want to eat?" Chen Nansong focused on going to the toilet and gave him a blank look.

"Ham, do you know what Zhou Qingyan said just now?" Chen Bei moved his neck closer.

"Be careful not to drip on me! What did he say?" He was indeed a little curious.

"He said, I really like it." Chen Bei started laughing again.

Chen Nansong froze, and turned to wash his hands, "Maybe they are talking about wine."

"You fart, I'm not blind, he's staring at you, okay?" Chen Bei washed his hands and went out, muttering, "Why are there so many ink stains, I'm exhausted."

There was no one in the toilet, and Chen Nansong stared at the big mirror in front of him with his arms propped up for a while before going out. When he returned to his seat, he found that there were fewer people, "Qingyan?"

"I don't know, it seems to go out from there." Zhou Xin pointed to the safe passage next to him.

The door is a bit heavy, but the sound insulation effect is good. When you step in, the sound in your ears disappears instantly. It is very quiet. The lights in the corridor are on, and there is a person standing at the corner.

"What's the matter? Are you hiding from Qingjing?" Chen Nansong said with a smile as he walked down the stairs, holding a bag in half of his hand. ,

"Well, it's a bit noisy, the lights are too dim, and I'm sleepy." Zhou Qingyan leaned on the wall to watch him come down, "You sing very well."

"Thank you." Chen Nansong walked in and leaned against the other wall. He wanted to smoke as soon as it was quiet, "Do you want it?" He handed it over again.

"No." Zhou Qingyan waved his hand as expected.

pata.

Chen Nansong took a sip from the ignition, and the moment he spit it out, he took a step and ran across to Zhou Qingyan, looking at him from a slight distance.

"You don't hit people, do you?" He asked with a smile.

"...It depends on the situation." Zhou Qingyan didn't know what this inexplicable question meant.

"That's fine." Chen Nansong removed the cigarette from his mouth.

He kissed Zhou Qingyan in front of him.

There is no tenderness at all, just pressing upwards firmly.

Zhou Qingyan probably couldn't take it anymore, so he pushed hard and turned around, pressing Chen Nansong against the wall.

There was a bang in the head, and it hurt a lot.

"Why do you move so hard with your hands?" Chen Nansong took a breath.

Zhou Qingyan put his palms on the back of his head and said in a calm voice, "It wasn't intentional."

"Aren't you willing to suck second-hand?" Chen Nansong took a deep breath with a smile on his face.

He leaned in and kissed it, and all the smoke rings in his mouth scattered into Zhou Qingyan's mouth.

Alcohol mixed with the smell of smoke, Zhou Qingyan's faint lemon smell lingered in his nose and mouth together.

Chen Nansong's head was in a daze, and he didn't know whether he was choked or suffocated.

The two kissed until they couldn't breathe before letting go.

Chen Nansong's waist was separated and grabbed, "You want to pinch me again?"

"Don't pinch." Zhou Qingyan touched his forehead, and the two of them were panting heavily and couldn't tell who was who.

Chen Nansong's waist was numb all the way from the spine to the neck, and his whole body went limp from the clasp of his hands.

Someone bit his earlobe, Zhou Qingyan said softly, "I want to love you."