Chapter040

After finishing the job, he let out a loud cry without letting go of the previous grudge, "Song Yan, it's time to eat."

Song Yan, who was busy with his winter vacation homework, had a little doubt in his eyes. He was only a sophomore, so are you sure you can do it?

Song Yan entered the kitchen with suspicion and was stunned when he saw the things on the chopping board.

What the hell

What is this white, red, and black thing in the middle?

Seeing that Song Yan didn't say a word and looking at his stunned expression, Song Linye suddenly became a little arrogant.

Sitting on the stool next to him, he raised his head, stroked his white hair with one hand, and said something in a very childish way.

"Don't envy me, this is something you can't get."

These greasy words made Song Yan hold the trash can and vomit continuously.

Song Linye: ...

He grabbed Song Yan's neck with one hand and said threateningly,

“Why don’t you like to eat?”

Song Yan shook his head, and under Song Linye's satisfied gaze, he said, "It's not that it doesn't taste good, it's just that I can't eat it at all."

I couldn't help but hold my forehead. How much motivation did it take to pursue Xiaoba back then? Even a fruit salad could be made so horribly.

How did you make the Manchu-Han Banquet a success?

Finally, under his gaze, I took a bite of the strawberry. I tasted the sweet taste of salad dressing, ketchup, black pepper sauce mixed with strawberries.

Song Yan had a feeling of wanting to ascend to heaven.

He put down his fork with a dark face and threw everyone out along with the pot.

After closing the door and looking at the fruits in the refrigerator, I couldn't help but feel fortunate that there were some left, otherwise I would have been left with nothing.

After a while, he came out with an exquisite small tray.

Looking at the fruit salad that Song Linye only ate two bites of and then stopped liking, he lowered his head and laughed.

Then, under his vague gaze, she placed the plate on the table.

Song Linye stretched his neck to take a quick look, his words venomous and merciless, "I thought you made something delicious, but it has no taste at all."

I opened another game and lay down on the sofa.

He closed his eyes and swallowed, but unfortunately, Song Yan didn't see it.

He muttered to himself, "It doesn't look good," and he already had an idea in his mind.

With a cold light in his eyes, Song Linye, ah Song Linye, this is what you said.

The snake tray went upstairs.

Around ten o'clock in the evening, Song Yan heard a noisy sound coming from the door. He stuck his head out and looked outside with a frown.

There was disgust in his voice.

"go out!"

The greasy middle-aged uncle at the door heard the sound and looked over. He met Song Yan's sparkling eyes. There was cherry tomato juice at the corner of his mouth, which looked tempting and delicious.

He swallowed his saliva, and his voice was full of the greasy uncle's bad habits. "Little Linye, why don't you come down from upstairs~ Come, uncle will buy you some candy."

Song Yan clenched his fists, murderous intent in his eyes. Looking at his thick and bulky beer belly, he was lost in the painful memories of the past.

Open your eyes again.

He walked towards the greasy uncle with firm steps. He was no longer the powerless little kid he used to be.

He walked downstairs, gave the man a mysterious smile, raised his hand and punched him, beating him so hard that he felt dizzy and lost.

People were also outraged.

In an instant, the rust-smelling pheromones spread uncontrollably to every corner of the living room.

I closed my eyes and a feeling of nausea came over me.

I heard the greasy uncle curiously ask, "Why is there omega pheromones in the house?"

There was no time to think, as my mind was already occupied by alcohol and the sweet smell of oranges.

There was an unresolved emotion in his eyes.

He said to Song Yan, "My dear, why did you change your style today? Look at your small arms and legs. You are almost as thin as a bamboo pole. Why don't you go home with your uncle and let him take care of you."

Looking at Wen Haisheng who was gradually approaching, Song Yan's eyes were filled with rare fear.

He closed his eyes, took out a knife from somewhere and was about to stab it.

Unexpectedly, before he could reach anyone, he was held by a gentle yet strong hand, and the familiar voice above his head soothed the fear in Song Yan's heart.

"Be good, don't be afraid."

Then I saw the old man rushing over like a shadow and knocking Wen Haisheng to the ground.

Song Lan took him to the sofa with concern and put out her hand to warm Song Yan's cold face.

"Ayan, he didn't do anything to you just now, didn't he? Don't be afraid. This is your home, not his."

The voice was gentle, but it was not so gentle in Wen Sinian's ears. With every word Song Lan said, Wen Sinian's hands became more violent.

Wen Haisheng was beaten so hard that he ran around with his head in his hands.

Song Yan shook his head, and just like before, he leaned on Song Lan's arms and acted like a spoiled child.

"Lanlan, he wanted to take me home and raise me, and he also said some weird things."

Weird words

Why were Song Lan's eyes so cold? The look in her eyes when she looked at Wen Haisheng was no longer filled with murderous intent.

How can a person who can hang out with his sister-in-law be a good person?

When Wen Sinian heard this, his eyes widened and he looked at Wen Haisheng with a dead look in his eyes.

In fact, these strange words were said by Wen Haisheng, but they were not real. Wen Haisheng does not have the courage to do so now, but it will not be the case in the future.

When Wen Haisheng collapsed to the ground and could do nothing but cry, Wen Sinian made a phone call.

"Take your son away."

Then he signaled to the bodyguard to take the pig away.

When Wen Sinian thought about how Ah Yan was almost bullied, he felt a surge of anger. This was his precious grandson. He would be heartbroken for several days if he got hurt. And this idiot dared to bully him.

With a sneer on his lips, he looked at the room on the second floor and said that he should keep his voice as steady as possible.

"Lanbao, take care of Ah Yan first. I'll go upstairs and change my clothes."

Song Lan nodded.

I continued chatting with Song Yan, and only breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that he had calmed down.

Song Yan took out the fruit platter he had prepared earlier from the refrigerator and placed it in front of Song Lan.

"Lanlan, these are for you, try them quickly."

Song Lan looked at the exquisite fruit patterns on the plate with joy in her eyes: rabbit apples, mimi pears...

One of them was happy and the other went into the kitchen.

From time to time, you can hear strange noises coming from upstairs.

Song Yan seemed to know something, but he didn't say anything.

After dinner was ready, Song Yan glanced at his phone and said, "Lanlan, why hasn't Mrs. Zhang come back yet?"

Song Lan thought about it.

"I forgot to tell you, Zhansouah resigned this afternoon. She said her daughter-in-law is pregnant and gave birth to a fat boy, and she wants to go back to her hometown to take care of the child."

Song Yan nodded.

Something feels wrong again.

"Mrs. Zhang has a son"

?

Song Yan recalled that when Mrs. Zhang was working, she never said that she had a son, only a husband who was in prison. Her husband had been in prison several years ago. The only and last information she received when she was summoned was that he was dead.