Chapter041
I lowered my head and didn't think about it anymore.
After a while, I saw the old man wearing a black nightgown and walking down the stairs, followed by a man in school uniform with a suspicious look on his face.
The two of them just don't like each other.
Song Linye snorted, turned around and sat on Song Lan's left. Song Yan sat on Song Lan's right, and comforted this Song Lan.
"Yanyan, you weren't hurt just now, were you?"
Song Yan shook his head, "Our house has good sound insulation."
Song Linye blinked, not knowing where his eyes were looking.
"Yes, really? Made in China, hahahahahaha."
"Laugh less, or you'll get epilepsy."
Song Lan said angrily, "Little Dad, you don't know how cruel Big Dad is. Look at the broken skin at the corner of my mouth. It's really caused by your husband beating me. It hurts so much."
Wen Sinian turned his face away, looking as if he didn't know what was wrong.
"How dare you say that? Where were you when Yanyan got into trouble? You were still playing your game. It seems to me that you are still stuck in your game. Stop disturbing Yanyan."
Song Linye retorted, "Are you stupid? You're still talking to Yugi. If I were to talk to Yugi, would you be able to have Yanyan? Stupid donkey."
"Stupid."
"roll."
"Fork it out."
"It's the opposite of Tiangang."
Wen Sinian pointed at Song Yan, covered his chest, and said to Song Lan,
"Lan Bao, this son is no longer viable. How about this? I'll train another trumpet."
As he spoke, his eyes were extremely ambiguous.
Song Lan glanced at him lightly, and Wen Sinian sat obediently beside him, not daring to say another word. He had a premonition that if he said anything more, he would not even be able to get on the bed.
He quickly flattered her, "How could I let our Lanbao suffer this kind of pain again, unless I am not a human being."
Song Yan's eyes were weird, and he was indeed not a human being. He didn't want to talk about what it felt like to have an uncle who was five years younger than him.
At night, Song Linye knocked on Song Yan's door and said, "Xiao Yanyan, let's play online."
Song Yan shook his head, "No, I'll finish my winter vacation homework first."
Song Linye looked at the pen in his hand with shock. This, this is not a human.
"Hey, Dad Song, is there something stuck over there?" Zhou You asked when he saw that the little man didn't move.
"Here I come."
Song Linye came to his senses and squeezed in with his phone.
Song Yan sat on the chair, looking at the person who occupied his sofa, and said softly,
"Ao personally suffers from not being close to anyone."
Song Linye nodded, his hand almost poking the phone screen to pieces.
Song Yan was using the video, and two familiar voices came from the other side.
"Can Yanyan hear me?"
"Xiao Xiaoyan."
"able."
Song Linye pricked up his ears, listening to them video chatting there,
After listening for a while, he looked away. It was indeed not something that a mortal like him could understand.
It was like the words were encrypted, it was a jumble of gibberish and I couldn't tell what they were saying. It sounded like Chinese but also sounded like English.
Anyway, I just don't understand.
I wrote until three in the morning.
Song Linye looked at the little man in his hand and saw that he was beginning to have a double image. He squinted his eyes and sighed deeply.
"Song Yan, have you finished your homework?"
He paused his writing hand and took a moment to think.
"without."
"Oh, then I'll go to sleep first." After saying that, he turned around and went back to his room to sleep.
After everyone left, Jiang Chengyan said angrily, "Leave him alone in the future. He's not a good person."
Song Yan's mouth twitched, "Then you know our relationship?"
"With that face of yours, it's hard for me not to know."
Song Yan said "oh".
Seeing that he didn't ask too many questions, Jiang Chengyan asked, "Why aren't you curious about why I've been saying bad things about Song Linye?"
Song Yan leaned lazily on the sofa, "Oh, I'll get used to it."
Lu Xingyan couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Song Yan leaned over, his face filling the entire screen, his eyes wide with shock, "Xingxing, you've finished writing."
Lu Xingyan raised his eyelids and spoke in a steady voice.
"Um."
“All six are finished!”
There was no fake shock in Song Yan's eyes. One book had sixty pages, and six books had three hundred and sixty pages. He couldn't finish writing this thing even if he gave his life.
It was just one night, and Xiaoba had already written so many pages, all 360 pages.
She lay on the backrest of the Sabah with her head hung down, her eyes filled with admiration for her little dad.
"Wow, little dad is so awesome."
Lu Xingyan chuckled, and the faint laughter penetrated the phone and reached Song Yan's ears.
He couldn't hear what they were talking about. In a daze, he felt someone walk up to him and gently pick him up as if he were a treasure.
Song Yan rubbed against him comfortably and fell asleep with the familiar pheromones.
Song Yan opened his eyes at seven o'clock the next morning and rubbed his aching temple.
There is a feeling of powerlessness. Why is it that he stayed up late last night even though it was holiday, and why did he wake up at seven o'clock today?
He picked up the pillow from the side and pressed it under his body. While swiping his phone, he found that the group video call time for the three of them was until five in the morning.
He opened his mouth and yawned, squinting his eyes, feeling drowsy.
It had been a long time since he had stayed up all night like this.
I closed my eyes and when I opened them again the sun was already overhead.
She walked down the stairs in a pair of cotton slippers.
When he saw the person below clearly, his eyes widened. He ran back to the room quickly, tidied his clothes, and put on a new pair of shoes.
They were very polite when going downstairs. Song Linye spat out the seeds of the tangerine with a look of disgust.
"I slept until midnight. It's no use putting on a suit."
Song Yan's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
She gave Song Linye a subtle smile.
The enthusiasm of turning around is different from the past.
But he still had to look good, and asked Mrs. Zhang in confusion, "Mrs. Zhang, what is this?"
I don’t know what’s going on in those dog eyes.
Mrs. Zhang smiled and said,
"This is Jiang Che, the second young master of the Jiang family. Young Master Song, you weren't here before, so you don't know this."
Song Yan sat aside and nodded obediently, "Okay."
"Hello, my name is Song Yan." ...What should I say next?
He has no idea at all.
Outstanding law graduate - Jiang Che.
The only omega among the first-level judges.
The only idol he has ever served in his life.
Now seeing his young idol who is still a freshman in college, Song Yan didn't know where to put his hands for a moment.
Seeing that Song Yan was so polite, he almost expressed his disgust with his mouth.
Song Yan kicked him directly with an invisible kick, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Song Linye was as cold as a corpse.
Song Linye snorted and saw Mrs. Zhang bring over a plate of small desserts.
Without saying a word, he grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth.
Song Yan's face was full of disgust.
If it wasn't their first meeting, in order to leave a good impression on Jiang Che, he would have fought with Song Linye for eight hundred rounds.
Jiang Che's voice is gentle, different from his stepfather's voice, and also different from his voice twenty years later.
It's the kind of gentleness without a hint of harshness.
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