Chapter 118
Qin Huan wanted to argue, but he saw Song Yan's face darkened and he silently put everything in his hand back.
Looking at the "well-behaved" Qin Huan, Song Yan nodded with satisfaction.
When I returned to Song Yan's residence and opened the door, my cell phone rang.
"Song Yan, who are you with?"
A loud roar came through the phone and reached Song Yan's ears. Song Yan gently dropped the phone aside and pouted.
"My friend."
“You went to the bar yesterday.”
"Well, what's wrong?"
Song Linye: ...
People will call the police when they are helpless, and Song Linye wants to call the police now.
Who knew that Song Yan would say confidently, "I was in a good mood yesterday, so I took Uncle Zhou and Uncle Ding to the bar. I didn't do anything wrong."
"Yeah?"
Song Yan nodded, "Yeah, I drank a few bottles of wine in the booth and got a little tipsy."
"Brother Yan, what should we do with this shrimp if we leave?"
"Just wash the shrimp with a brush and leave it there after cleaning."
Seeing that he was still busy over there, Song Linye happened to have something else to do, "You go ahead and do your thing. I'll hang up first."
Along with the "beep" sound of hanging up the phone, a scream was heard in the empty room.
"Ahhhhhh, Dad Song, I was wrong. I will never tell you again before taking Song Yan to the bar."
Song Linye sneered, "Really?"
"Yes, yes, I really know I was wrong."
Who knew that begging for mercy was useless, Zhou You tried to let Ding Ke help him share some of the firepower, and Ding Ke was stretched straight.
"You have no shame."
"How dare you say that? Song Yan calls you uncle, and you're older than him. You're an alpha and you're taking care of two omegas. What would you do if something happened to them?"
Song Linye was really pissed off by this idiot. He didn't even dare to take Lu Xingyan and Song Yan to the bar at the same time. He was stunned.
After a satisfying meal, Qin Huan lazily collapsed on the sofa, squinting his eyes with enjoyment, "Brother Yan, your cooking is so delicious."
Song Yan, "Oh."
I can see that there were seven dishes in total, and you ate six by yourself. You were really generous.
Qin Huan propped up his head and looked at Song Yan's face, a silly smile on his lips, "Brother Yan, you are so handsome."
Song Yan looked at him like a fool and suddenly came back to say, "I may look good, but no matter how good-looking I am, you can't wash dishes."
"so……"
"Go wash the dishes."
Song Yan sneered. This guy really thought of himself as a nanny.
I thought you were going to laugh so hard, but you really don’t have to wash the dishes anymore? What a joke.
Song Yan, who had no idea and didn't understand Qin Huan's intention, was full of pride. If you didn't know, you would think he had saved a teenager who fell into the water.
Qin Huan propped himself up and walked to the kitchen. Looking at the pile of dishes, he felt a headache and frowned. Who on earth has been spreading rumors about him? Doesn’t he wash the dishes?
When did he stop washing?
With a gloomy face, he stuffed all the bowls into the dishwasher.
Turning to Song Yan, he said, "Brother Yangyan has eaten too much and wants to go for a walk outside."
Song Yan lay on the sofa where Qin Huan had been before, looking lazy. He squinted his eyes and thought about the feasibility of going out for a stroll. Finally, he nodded, "Okay. Let's go."
When Qin Huan heard this, he took the shoes to Song Yan more diligently than he served his father.
Song Yan looked at Qin Huan squatting in front of him with satisfaction and nodded, "Well done, good performance."
Qin Huan: ...
Smiling brightly, "Yeah."
The two of them walked on the path downstairs. A breeze blew, bringing a hint of coolness. Song Yan squinted his eyes and enjoyed it. Before they had finished walking around the park, Qin Huan already had a few skewers, a potato chip bun, and a box of tofu in his hands.
Song Yan looked at what was in his hand and silently took one step back, two steps, three steps.
I couldn't help but hold my forehead, thinking to myself that he wasn't hungry, six out of the seven dishes went into his stomach.
Who knew he could eat so much.
Qin Huan took a bite of my potato chip sandwich and his eyes lit up.
"Brother Yan."
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Qin Huan's eyes lit up as he stared at the potato chip sandwich in his hand. "Brother Yan, this is really delicious. No wonder we always say that when he was little his favorite was the potato chip sandwich from the roadside stall near the park, and the stinky tofu. It smells a little bit stinky, but it still has a subtle fragrance when you put it in your mouth."
“Would you like to try some?”
Song Yan shook his head with difficulty, "No need, just eat and be happy by yourself."
Qin Huan nodded, knowing that he didn't eat much, and he just asked politely.
He went to the bar in no time and had all the food ready.
After finishing the meal, he wanted another piece of fruit. Song Yan's face was full of complexities. "Can you eat it?"
Qian Qinhuan nodded, "No problem, it's just a small bowl of fruit, right? It's easy."
to judge.
Song Yan walked away from Qin Huan with an expressionless face, blowing the cold wind beside him.
"Think it over carefully, and be careful not to cry somewhere at night."
"Don't worry, it's absolutely fine."
At eleven o'clock in the evening, Qin Huan rolled on Song Yan's bed, groaning.
"Brother Yan, I feel so uncomfortable."
Song Yan glanced at Qin Huan, who deserved it, calmly picked up his clothes and went into the bathroom.
"I'm taking a shower. If you don't clean up the room before I come out, I don't mind throwing you out again and putting you in a hotel."
Qin Huan's listless voice came from under the quilt.
"don't want."
After taking a shower, Song Yan looked at the cricket pupa with a dark face sleeping under his bed. He was sleeping on his bed, covered with his quilt, and resting his head on his pillow. After they were done, he threw his loser chicken to the ground and let it sleep on the cold floor.
Song Yan raised his brows again.
"Qin Huan!" Song Yan roared in a low voice, but unfortunately, no one heard his roar this time. Qin Huan turned over and continued to sleep.
Song Yan sneered and took a picture of the handsome man sleeping.
He turned around and went to the guest room. Before going to bed, he couldn't help thinking that it was obviously his room. He would bear the pain and let him stay there for one night. He would take the house back tomorrow when he wanted.
The next morning, Qin Huan refused to get up.
He covered his head with the quilt, as if he had been bullied, and was mumbling.
"Brother Yan, I beg you~ I ate too much last night and now I feel uncomfortable."
Song Yan nodded and said in a stern voice, "Is that so? Otherwise, I will send the photo of you sleeping with your belly hugged last night to your class teacher and ask your class teacher to ask for leave for you."
Qin Huan's eyes widened and he jumped up, "You said it was okay?"
Qin Huan was shocked, speechless, and scared.
He quickly ran over to stop Song Yan's hand, snatched the phone away, turned off the screen for a while, and said angrily.
"Brother Yan, you have changed."
His eyes were filled with resentment, and if you didn't know, you would think Song Yan had done something to him.
Song Yan flicked his finger on the head.
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