He touched Song Chi's head and said, "He might wake up this afternoon. It will be the same if you go upstairs to see him then."
"Oh well!"
Song Chi took a sip of milk tea and handed the straw inserted in the milk tea to Lu Yanchen's mouth.
Lu Yanchen took a sip and touched Song Chi's head again.
Song Chi was happily drinking milk tea, sitting sideways on Lu Yanchen's thighs and swinging his legs, looking so leisurely.
It’s good that Lu Yanchen doesn’t have to go to work and I can accompany him. The milk tea tastes even better.
The aunties standing outside the front desk were fed with dog food.
Usually Jiang Moyan and Song Chen sit at the front desk. Not to mention being intimate, there is even someone sitting between them, and they don’t even hold hands.
Lu Yanchen and Song Chi were different. They showed their affection in front of them very naturally.
"Oh, these couples are so sweet that they're making us old ladies' teeth drop."
"That's not it. He didn't even avoid us when kissing."
The aunties made fun of Song Chi who was sitting on Lu Yanchen's lap and drinking milk tea.
Song Chi's face immediately turned red when he was teased.
"Look, your face is red. You didn't even blush when we kissed just now."
"Hahaha, stop making fun of other people's children. Let's go."
…
The aunties pushed their shopping carts and left the supermarket with their hands covering their mouths, laughing non-stop.
"They... they are disrespectful to the elderly."
Song Chi, who was sitting on Lu Yanchen's lap, was cursing angrily that a group of elders were making fun of him, a child.
Lu Yanchen held back his laughter. It was indeed a bit inappropriate, but he was not wrong.
"You're still laughing."
Song Chi hit Lu Yanchen's chest in anger.
Lu Yanchen took Song Chi's hand and wrapped it in his big hand. "I'm not laughing. I just think you're cute when you're angry."
"I'm so mad at you, how can you be so cute!"
Lu Yanchen couldn't help laughing again.
Because the word "fart" doesn't sound vulgar at all when it comes out of Song Chi's mouth, and it even sounds a bit coquettish.
Xiao Qi, who was sitting at the counter and eating potato chips, saw what Lu Yanchen was thinking and complained: Even if my host farts, her husband will probably think it smells good.
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