Serious warning to next door Husky neighbors

- beep beep

The mobile phone under the pillow was ringing crazily early in the morning. Chen Nansong hadn't opened his eyes yet, snorted a few times, took out the mobile phone and put it to his ear, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Who is it?"

"Brother Song! My dad is awake!" Chen Bei shouted from the opposite side.

"Okay, congratulations." Chen Nansong turned over, lay on his side, and moved closer to the human-shaped heater next to him.

Zhou Qingyan didn't wake up either, subconsciously wrapped his arms around the person and held him in his arms.

"No, I mean I can go home now." Chen Bei continued to yell.

"Then congratulate me." Chen Nansong sounded like he was about to fall asleep.

"Aren't you going to keep me? What if you have nothing to eat in the future?" Chen Bei said.

"What time is it?" Zhou Qingyan whispered.

"Fuck, who is it? Nan Song, where are you?" Chen Bei's voice seemed to be on a speakerphone.

"Whose house could it be?" Chen Nansong seemed to wake up, opened his eyes and turned over, "I'll find you later."

"Okay, you, that person is gone too, you come here, it's okay." Chen Bei said this in a low voice, "By the way, your guy looked at you like that and didn't say anything?"

"I didn't say anything." Chen Nansong yawned, "I did it."

"Fuck, can you show some face." Chen Bei is probably spitting out grape seeds, and his mouth has been exhaling, "See you later."

Chen Nansong hung up the phone, turned over and hugged the person next to him without letting go, Zhou Qingyan's upper body was pushed back as soon as he got up, "I'm going to be late." He smiled happily, and his shoulders shook a few times.

Chen Nansong hugged for a few more seconds before letting go, "See you in the afternoon."

When the person entered the toilet, Chen Nansong was putting on his clothes while looking at his mobile phone. He had received some orders when he was in the hospital a few days ago, but he hadn't had time to do it yet. "I'll just go out with my computer later."

The cat downstairs was also meowing, the cat food on the plate was overturned and scattered on the floor, the sofa was still a bit messy, and the clothes and underwear were left on the side before they had time to clean up.

While standing in the kitchen to fetch water for the cat, Chen Nansong propped his arms on the table and listened quietly to the sound of the water flowing. Zhou Qingyan kissed him all over last night, especially those few scars.

He himself usually doesn't want to touch it, but he was kissed seriously for so long.

Chen Nansong blushed, and didn't notice that the water in the bowl overflowed, so he hurriedly wiped the water on the table next to him.

"What are you thinking? You're so preoccupied." Zhou Qingyan just went downstairs and looked up at his watch.

"It's too late if I don't go anymore." Chen Nansong put the water next to the cat's litter.

Zhou Qingyan knelt down and touched the cat's head twice, "See you this afternoon, baby."

"You're so willing to call it a baby, you didn't name it." Chen Nansong leaned on the sofa and laughed.

"I didn't call it." Zhou Qingyan stood up and looked at him, "I told you."

"Huh?" Chen Nansong stared at him blankly.

The door slammed and people left.

"He called me baby?" Chen Nansong pointed his index finger at the tip of his nose, and started to be silly again early in the morning.

Chen Nansong didn't go out until twelve o'clock in the noon, and it was rare to go back to his home. Wechat messages beeped non-stop. Party A's train of thought was always a century-old puzzle, while Party B and them were separated by a Pacific Ocean. Not on one brain circuit at all.

He snapped the computer off as if to vent his anger. He had a headache after reading the news all morning. The denim jacket on the chair was casually put on his body, and he took the key to the computer and went out.

The second-hand car is completely scrapped, and Chen Nansong is thinking about whether to buy a new car recently, "Let Chen Bei help you choose it."

When he was in the taxi, his stomach growled, and he had eaten one meal yesterday, and he didn't feel any more when he was too hungry in the morning, and now his stomach woke up again.

"Thank you, master." He closed the car door and walked towards the third floor of the hospital.

The door of that familiar ward was open today. When Chen Nansong entered, Uncle Chen was leaning on the bed and reading a newspaper. Hearing the movement at the door, he raised his head and smiled all over his face, "Nan Song, you are here!"

"Well, Uncle Chen." He paused, "Chen Beiren?"

"Yes, here it is!" Chen Bei ran in with a box of lunch, "I went to get lunch."

Chen Nansong was a little surprised, put the flowers on the table, found a chair and sat down.

The porridge in the lunch box looks delicious, he must be really hungry.

"Go to eat?" Chen Bei turned to look at him, "By the way, Dad, just put it next to you after eating, and I'll give you a back kick when I come back later!"

The door of the ward is closed.

"What the hell are you thinking?" Chen Nansong turned to look at him.

"Ham, what bad idea can I have?" Chen Bei took two steps.

"Don't pretend to be me, and beat your back?" Chen Nansong pinched his shoulders, "You probably learned it now."

"Don't...don't expose me." Chen Bei smacked his lips, "This is a rare and good opportunity. I'll probably be able to go home, and maybe I can pick up a car again."

Chen Nansong slapped him on the head, "I knew it!"

After waiting for nearly 5 minutes for the elevator at the door, the number stopped on the sixth floor.

"It's broken, it's broken, take the stairs." The nurse came over with a stack of notebooks and shouted.

"Let's go." Chen Nansong walked to the stairs, "By the way, since you are about to return to the life of a prodigal son, shouldn't it be time to treat you to dinner?"

"Okay!" Chen Bei laughed twice.

There are a lot of people on the stairs, and it takes a few seconds to take a step before taking the next step. The stairs that are a few steps away feel like walking out of hundreds of miles of steps.

"Ouch! Yo! Yo!"

"How come there are still people screaming out the feeling of rapping." Chen Bei muttered.

"Doctor, slow down! It hurts! It hurts!" There was a howling sound from the consulting room on the left of the elevator entrance on the second floor.

"Who? You can call it like this." After Chen Bei finished speaking, he poked his head and glanced, "A man wearing glasses."

"Why does this voice sound so familiar to me?" Chen Nansong lowered his head and thought for a while, "I'll take a look."

Chen Bei raised his head from behind and shouted, "You are not hungry!"

"Doctor Liang!!" Chen Nansong stood at the door and looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"Hey, hey, Xiao Song, ah..." Dr. Liang's cry was intermittent, and Chen Nansong looked like he was smiling, leaning against the door, wishing he could smoke a cigarette and watch a movie.

"What's the matter, did you meet an acquaintance?" Chen Bei poked his head out from under his arm, "Hey, this is Dr. Liang, what's the matter?" Chen Bei smiled happier than him.

"Don't say, ahhh!" The doctor made the final reset of his arm.

"Oh, I didn't stand firmly when I went upstairs, and I fell down. I can't hold it with my old bones." Dr. Liang had tears in his eyes, "When are you two going to see it!"

Chen Nansong raised his hands, "Don't look at it, I'm going to eat, see you on the weekend."

When he was going down the stairs, Chen Bei bumped him with his elbow, "I said you are cured, why are you still going?"

"Just in case." Chen Nansong put his hands in his pockets, "What are you eating, rich man?"

"Barbecue!"

"Okay." Chen Nansong habitually prepared to walk to the right to take a taxi.

"Why are you going?" Chen Bei tugged, "The parking lot."

"Do you have a car?" Chen Nansong looked at him like a fool.

"You call me rich, of course I have to have a car." Chen Bei smirked twice.

Chen Nansong has not been blinded for a long time, looking at the Kawasaki, "Two rounds."

"Two wheels are faster than your four wheels, and it was hard for me to get out of the basement." Chen Bei threw him a helmet, "Go ahead and ride."

"I haven't ridden for a long time, if I dump..."

"Then I'll come."

"Get lost." Chen Nansong stepped up, "This is a good idea."

"What's a good idea?" Chen Bei sat in the back and asked.

"It's okay to buy a motorcycle, just a four-wheeled one." Chen Nansong started the car and drove out.

"That Mr. Zhou of yours is willing to be you and run around after you, be careful he will kick you." Chen Bei hugged his waist with both hands.

"Can you relax a little bit, I'm so tired." Chen Nansong stepped up the accelerator, and the wind kept pouring on his body. He hadn't touched this thing for a long time.Now that I touch it, I find myself completely comfortable.

The car drove straight towards the road, "Where is it?"

"You fucking don't know the way! I thought you did." Chen Bei yelled into his ear from behind, "I said, what are you doing here for me?"

It was past lunch time when the two of them arrived at the barbecue restaurant, and it was almost time for dinner.

There was no one in the store, the car parked at the door was too ostentatious, and there were three waiters standing in front of the store, bowing so frightenedly that people took a few steps back.

The location in the corner is Chen Nansong's favorite place. He holds the menu in his hand and orders everything he can order.

"Hey, lend me your car later." Chen Nansong was still sketching with the pen in his hand.

"Why go?" Chen Bei had an orange in his mouth.

"Pick up my boyfriend." Chen Nan let go and handed out the menu, "That's all."

Chen Bei coughed for a long time, "Doesn't people have cars?"

"Take it for repair." Chen Nansong lowered his head and blew hot air while holding the tea.

"Okay, how about some soda?" Chen Bei asked.

"Tea will do."

Chen Bei opened his mouth so much that he could stuff an orange, "You two should influence each other." He paused for a while, "By the way, your dad and my dad talked for a long time in the room yesterday. , but the intuition is okay, there is nothing good about the two old things, so be careful yourself."

"Hello, here is your order." The waiter pushed a small cart of plates, all of which were meat.

"What else can he do to me?" Chen Nansong put the meat into the stove, and the crackling sound made me hungry.

Chen Bei didn't speak, and leaned back on the seat to look at him, "Then what? Are you alone now?"

"Why..." Chen Nansong paused, "He dares to try."

"Your father is more ruthless than you, I have seen it." Chen Bei sighed, added meat and stuffed it into his mouth, "Damn, it's not cooked!"

"Who made you so anxious." Chen Nansong smiled, staring at the stove for a while, "Qing Yan is better than me, if you really get to that point..."

"Why?" Chen Bei looked up at him, his mouth was full of meat.

Chen Nansong lowered his head and squeezed the meat, "It's nothing, I'm going to starve to death if I don't eat any more."