Jiang Moyan: Tonight, when the young master falls asleep, I will go and help him catch the car zombies, as a reward for coaxing the young master into a good mood.
"You go back first, I still have things to deal with." Song Chen looked at the door and said to Song Chi.
"OK."
Song Chi stood up from his chair tactfully and added with a wicked smile, "Hit him gently. If you hurt him, you'll be the one crying in the future."
Song Chen narrowed his eyes dangerously when he was teased, "You're itching to be Gu Chen's son, right?"
"Pah, pah, pah, who wants to be his son? I don't want it."
Song Chi ran away immediately, not daring to stay any longer.
Song Chen, "Oh, you dare to make fun of me."
After huffing, he looked back at the door and said angrily, "How long do you want to kneel?"
Jiang Moyan, who had been kneeling at the door until his knees were numb, immediately stood up and walked into the lounge, kneeling beside the bed, lowering his head and not daring to look at Song Chen on the bed.
"Why don't you just kneel down and die?"
Song Chen stretched his legs out of the quilt, gritted his teeth and endured the pain as he kicked Jiang Moyan.
Jiang Moyan's face immediately turned red. Song Chen's legs were not something to look at right now.
Song Chen immediately hid his legs under the quilt, and Hong Wen scolded him, "Why are you blushing, you pervert."
It would have been fine if Song Chen didn't call him a pervert, but once he did, Jiang Moyan's face turned even redder.
Song Chen was so angry that he was about to die. He even dared to make him blush. Now there was no part of his legs that was presentable.
"It's my fault, hit me!"
Jiang Moyan, who was kneeling, presented the whip with both hands.
"Do you think I have the strength to hit you now?"
Jiang Moyan didn't dare to say anything after hearing this. He raised his head and secretly looked at Song Chen's face, and saw Song Chen looking at him with frowns.
Jiang Moyan quickly lowered his head, feeling very uneasy. Would the young master ignore him from now on?
“Gurgle…”
Song Chen's stomach suddenly growled.
"I...I'll go downstairs and get you something to eat."
Jiang Moyan hurriedly got up from the ground, took the bathrobe on the sofa and put it on, then walked out quickly.
Song Chen did not call Jiang Moyan, but watched Jiang Moyan leave angrily.
He wanted to get up and wash up, but he couldn't move. He could only lie down and wait for Jiang Moyan to come back, suppressing his anger.
With nothing to do, he suddenly glanced at the sofa and cabinet beside him, and immediately covered his head with the quilt with his red face in anger.
Now, just seeing the things in the room made him feel ashamed and embarrassed.
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