I was calculated by the alpaca

"Xia Yan! Where are your hands touching?!"

Ling Zhe's voice was a bit loud, and it was just after twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and it instantly attracted the attention of the few...everyone in the store.

Although it was Ling Zhe who was louder, Xia Yan was the one who was more embarrassed.

He stood up and apologized to everyone, then lowered his voice and said to Ling Zhe: "Let's go home and talk about it?"

If it is really the first time a netizen meets the base, this is naturally inappropriate.

But Ling Zhe said that he was a vicuna, and...the two of them slept in the same bed last night, so there was nothing inappropriate about it.

Ling Zhe stared at Xia Yan for a few seconds, then turned around and left.

Xia Yan chased after paying the bill, only to find that Ling Zhe was nowhere to be seen.

"Ah this..."

So do alpacas run so fast?

Xia Yan stood at the door of the store, thinking about a very serious question, should he go to Xiao Qiaomu, or wait for Xiao Qiaomu to come and fetch him?

Ling Zhe stood in the shadows, watching Xia Yan looking around but not coming over, only felt that he wanted to hit someone again.

I always feel that sooner or later I will be pissed off by this idiot!

Oh no...Xia Yan is not an idiot, he pretends to be stupid, and his bones are bad!

Ling Zhe coughed loudly on purpose, Xia Yan trotted over as soon as he heard Ling Zhe's voice.

"How can you stand in such a dark place, it's not safe at night."

Ling Zhe: ...

You are the least safe, okay?

Who touched my ass just now!

The two were walking home together, Ling Zhe was so angry that he didn't want to say a word to Xia Yan.

Looking at Ling Zhe's appearance, Xia Yan couldn't help thinking, could it be that the alpaca's butt cannot be touched?But it doesn't seem to be the case. He likes to touch the little tyrant's tail. Hasn't he reacted so much?

Xia Yan fell into a blind spot of thinking. He was used to being spit on, so he felt that every time he touched his little tail, Ling Zhe hetui a few mouthfuls would not have a big reaction. Now that Ling Zhe is a decent person, he can't spit at him. So I can only be angry.

"Don't be angry, okay? I was wrong..."

Xia Yan stepped forward quickly and hooked Ling Zhe's finger.

No matter what, the little guy is angry. As a father, you must admit your mistake first!

If Ling Zhe knew about Xia Yan's inner activities, he would probably be even angrier.

Fortunately, he could only hear the system prompt.

Although Ling Zhe still had displeasure written all over his face, he didn't shake off Xia Yan's hand.

Ling Zhe had never held hands with anyone since he was a child. In his memory, even his mother had never held hands with him.

For Ling Zhe, this feeling...is wonderful.

Xia Yan's hand was bigger than his, very warm and dry.

Originally Xia Yan was holding his hand, but gradually, Ling Zhe shook hands back.

Noticing Ling Zhe's small movements, Xia Yan laughed out loud: "Aren't you angry?"

Ling Zhe gave Xia Yan a hard look, and said angrily, "It's so hot!"

Xia Yan:? ? ?

It's so hot that you still hold your hand so tightly?

The rare desire to survive prevented Xia Yan from saying this. He looked at the 24-hour convenience store next to him, then walked in holding Ling Zhe's hand, and bought Ling Zhe an ice cream.

During the whole process, the hands of the two never separated.

Ling Zhe was satisfied that Xia Yan didn't care about the eyes of others.

He took the ice cream from Xia Yan's hand, hesitating for a moment: "You don't want to eat?"

"I have a bad stomach, so I'm not suitable for eating these. If you like it, I'll buy a box and put it in the refrigerator for you."

Xia Yan still smiled softly.

Ling Zhe: ...

How did it suddenly become so good?

After Ling Zhe finished eating an ice cream, the two arrived at the door of the house.

Ling Zhe saw the man standing at the door of Xia Yan's house at a glance. He was a completely different type from Xia Yan. He looked like an elite man.

This is Xia Yan's... friend?

Ever since Ling Zhe came to this house, he has never seen another person in Xia Yan's house. Xia Yan also seems to have no friends, and has always been alone.

Moreover, Xia Yan has also resigned now, he is a full-time anchor, and has no colleagues, so who is this person...

While Ling Zhe was looking at the man, the man was also looking at Ling Zhe, so naturally he would not ignore Ling Zhe and Xia Yan's handshake.

"Ayan, who is this?"

The man's voice matched his face very well, he looked like an elite.

Unlike Xia Yan, her face and voice are totally different, very deceptive.

However, Xia Yan didn't answer the man's question, didn't let go of his hand, and didn't intend to introduce the two of them. He opened the door and said casually: "What are you here for?"

"It's dad's birthday in three days, you..."

"Okay, I see, I'll go back that day. Is there anything else? I'm going to sleep."

Ling Zhe found that Xia Yan stopped smiling.

He opened the door, but he didn't intend to ask the man to come in and sit down.

"Sleeping? Who is this?"

The man seemed to finally be unable to bear it any longer, and asked the question.

"You're not my dad, do you care too much...Second brother?"