Song Chen folded his hands, pouting from a distance of two miles: "Why should I be jealous? I don't like to be jealous, and I never get jealous."
Lin Lu chuckled, "What's wrong with you? Are you having a seizure?"
"It's okay, I'm going to sleep." He was so angry that he could hang an oil bottle from his mouth, but he was not angry at all.
Lin Lu: "Why are you jealous of your son? Thank you for the gift."
"Who am I? Who should you thank?" Song Chen was so angry that he lay down again.
"You are not childish, Song Laosi, get out of the way." Lin Lu was too small to drag his body.
Having suffered from not having a mouth, Song Chen said clearly: "Haha, call me Song Lao Si, and call my son Ah Bei."
So that's how it is. Lin Lu: "What's the matter? How do you want me to call you, Ah Chen? Song Chenchen?" The key point is that I have been calling you that for so many years, and she is not used to changing to other names.
"Whatever you say." Song Chen lay comfortably, his hands behind his head, waiting for her to change her name.
Lin Lu laughed angrily: "You sleep here, I'll go downstairs and sleep on the sofa." After saying that, he turned around, opened the wardrobe, and pretended to find a thicker quilt.
Song Chen lost his composure and sat up immediately.
This guy always gets the better of me.
He wrapped his hands around her waist, "Asking you to say something nice is like asking you to die."
Of course Lin Lu was just pretending. Couldn't she control him with this little trick?
Holding his head, I whispered a few words to him.
Song Chen's grievances and complaints no longer exist.
His face immediately lit up with joy, his eyes widening, "Really?"
Lin Lu: "I have a request."
Song Chen: "You tell me, I'll agree to everything."
Lin Lu: "The lights must be turned off."
Such a simple request was not a request at all. Song Chen completed it in three seconds without leaving any of the main lamps or bedside lamps.
"It's locked."
There was a gap in the curtains, and the moonlight slipped in, casting a shadow on the ground. In that weak light, Lin Lu could feel his fiery gaze, which was as scary as the gleam in the eyes of a hungry wolf.
Lin Lu was mentally backing out, and just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by Song Chen: "I'd better go take another shower."
Even though he had just washed it.
"Go ahead." Lin Lu wanted to escape.
How could Song Chen let her go? He took her hand and said, "Let's go together. After all, there..."
"Okay." Lin Lu still blocked the dirty words from his mouth.
Song Chen suddenly panicked. He had no experience and was afraid to be exposed.
This time when they took a bath together, he was unusually silent. Both of them seemed to be in a heavy mood, and were even more shy and nervous than the first time.
After the preparations were completed, Lin Lu asked him to pull the curtains shut.
When the room was completely dark, I felt a little relieved of my psychological burdens and the sense of propriety and integrity in the sunlight.
Song Chen: "Should I sit down?"
"Don't talk."
"good."
The shameful affair ended with an uncontrollable groan, and both of them opened the door to a new world.
After finishing the work and cleaning up, Lin Lu just wanted to cover herself with the quilt and go to sleep quickly. She blamed this incident on her own momentary brain fog.
It's just that my brain is spinning, or maybe it's the stimulation of hormones from turning thirty.
Song Chen felt refreshed, but his face was also burning, fortunately it was hidden by the darkness. After washing his face, he wanted to be affectionate with Lin Lu and say some sweet words to her, but he could clearly feel that she was refusing to communicate.
"Does it hurt?" he asked.
Lin Lu ignored everyone, a bit like the scumbag who pulled up his pants and ignored everyone afterwards. Of course, she wasn't the only one who felt comfortable.
Song Chen no longer provoked people, but his heart was still beating so fast that it seemed like it was about to jump out.
Song Chen sat up, the quilt on his body fell off, and his naked upper body was stimulated by the slightly cool air before he felt awake. Leaning against the headboard, he reached out and touched Lin Lu's black hair scattered on the pillow. He picked up a strand of her hair and turned it around boredly.
My throat is a little itchy and I really want a cigarette.
But Song Chen knew that if he dared to smoke in the room, he would definitely be kicked out by Lin Lu and sleep on the floor for a month.
There was water on the bedside table, so it would be more realistic for him to drink a glass of water to relieve the itch.
After drinking two cups, he asked Lin Lu, "Are you thirsty?"
He knew Lin Lu was definitely not asleep.
What happened just now was too exciting and she couldn't sleep.
Sure enough, after half a minute of silence, Lin Lu made a small, buzzing sound, "Yes."
Song Chen turned on the bedside lamp on his side and poured some water. "Want to get up and drink?"
Lin Lu sat up, but with his back to him. Song Chen offered him water, but was amused by the two's abnormal reactions.
It was strangely similar to the scene on their wedding night.
Lin Lu was tired after all, and he wanted to drink more after drinking one glass. He drank too fast and his throat hurt, so he coughed a few times.
Song Chen was nervous: "Does it hurt a lot?"
Lin Lu ignored his words, drank the cup and handed it to him, then continued to cover herself with the quilt, clearly refusing to communicate.
Song Chen sighed, turned off the bedside lamp and lay down. He pulled her into his arms, avoided what had just happened, and asked her what the three wishes she had made that night were.
Lin Lu: "I'm going to sleep."
It's not that she's being pretentious, it's just that everyone will behave abnormally after experiencing something too exciting.
Song Chen: "Are you sure you can sleep now?"
Lin Lu: "I hope my family is healthy and free from illness and disaster. I hope my brother can live well. I hope Lin Jingbei can get into university."
She lied.
The last one is actually - I hope Song Chen’s ears can get better.
Afraid that he would be proud.
Judging from Lin Jingbei's current academic performance, it should not be difficult for him to get into university, and he does not need the Buddha's blessing.
Song Chen said disappointedly: "Oh."
My son has such good grades, how could he occupy just one wish list?
We should hope that they will live happily together in the future and grow old together.
"Don't move your hands." Lin Lu reminded.
Song Chen said confidently: "Let me feel your heartbeat to see if it's fast. My heartbeat is really fast right now, just like it's been injected with chicken blood."
Lin Lu felt it, a thud in his ears, like thunder.
I won’t come here anymore. I’m too old to handle it. This is a job for young people.
"Sleep, sleep."
Song Chen: "I want to talk to you."
Lin Lu: "Aren't you going to the brick factory tomorrow?"
"I don't want to go." I suddenly understood the life of the ancient tyrants. They really didn't want to go to work and just wanted to stay in bed every day.
Lin Lu: "If you don't make money, who will give me money to spend?"
She herself made a lot of money, and she said this just to get this person to stop talking and go to sleep.
"Does your throat still hurt?" Song Chen touched it with his finger.
With a click, Lin Lu kicked over.
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