"Fourth brother, what's wrong with you?"
Song Chi, who was sitting on a chair, swinging his legs and eating scallion pancakes, looked at Song Chen curiously, then followed Song Chen's gaze and looked back at the kitchen door.
When he looked over, he saw his husband. He immediately jumped off the chair and ran towards Lu Yanchen, happily shouting, "Lu Yanchen."
The moment Song Chi made eye contact with Lu Yanchen, the corners of his mouth curved up.
As soon as Song Chi ran to him, he bent down, picked up Song Chi, and looked up to kiss Song Chi.
"Mmmmmmmmm!"
Song Chi lowered his head and kissed Lu Yanchen three times, then quickly finished the last bite of scallion pancake in his hand and reached out to the heavy rain outside the balcony, "I want to wash my hands."
Lu Yanchen listened to Song Chi and carried Song Chi to the balcony.
Song Chi immediately reached out to wash his hands. After washing his hands, he hugged Lu Yanchen's neck, lowered his head and kissed Lu Yanchen again, and asked happily, "How did you know I was at my uncle's place?"
"When I returned to the apocalypse, I saw the flower sea in the rain that you sent me."
"Oh, that's right! I shared the sea of flowers here with you."
Song Chi actually forgot about it himself.
"Then who teleported you back? Xiao Qi should be in the hall!"
"The second brother has been following Chu Fei and Jiang Feng, so he teleported us back together."
After Lu Yanchen finished speaking, he looked up and kissed Song Chi.
I hadn’t seen the young master for a day, but as soon as I held him in my arms, all my tiredness disappeared instantly.
"So the second child followed Chu Fei and the others to the 1980s! I was wondering! My fourth brother and I were going to the border, so why didn't the second child come with us? She loves fighting zombies the most, so how could she miss such a great opportunity? It turns out she wasn't in the apocalypse that early in the morning."
After hearing this, Lu Yanchen realized that Song Chi did not come here specifically to play with his uncle. He must have finished his work on the border and came to visit his uncle.
"Have you got a meal yet?"
Lu Yanchen hugged Song Chi tightly in his arms and looked up and asked.
"I ate a bucket of instant noodles and three scallion pancakes."
Song Chi stretched out his fingers and counted for Lu Yanchen.
Lu Yanchen frowned slightly, "How did you eat instant noodles?"
Song Chi blushed in embarrassment. "Because my fourth brother and I don't know how to cook! We had just returned from the border and were very hungry, so we just ate instant noodles to make do."
"I'll go cook for you now."
Lu Yanchen carried Song Chi and walked towards the kitchen door.
No matter who you are, you should not let the young master starve.
"No, I'm full. You just got back from get off work, so you should rest for a while."
Song Chi didn't ask Lu Yanchen to help with the cooking, but Lu Yanchen didn't listen to him and had already walked into the kitchen.
Song Chen, who was sitting at the table, looked at the empty kitchen door in silence and complained, "I said I would save some scallion pancakes for Lu Yanchen, but I completely forgot about it the moment I saw Lu Yanchen."
After complaining, he looked at Jiang Moyan, who was standing in front of him with a resentful look on his face, and frowned, "Why don't you sit down and look at me!"
Jiang Moyan was so angry that he couldn't sit still.
But in the end he still sat down, staring at Song Chen's lips, wishing he could touch them.
Song Chen noticed that Jiang Moyan was staring at his lips and thought that Jiang Moyan wanted to kiss him, but when he looked up, he found that Jiang Moyan did not have that intention. It seemed that there was something on his mouth and he wanted to wipe it off immediately.
Song Chen felt puzzled.
Suddenly, he paused, remembering that he had wiped his face and then his mouth. He frowned and looked at Jiang Moyan in disbelief, "You don't think that Song Chi kissed me on the mouth, do you?"
Jiang Moyan didn't expect Song Chen to bring up this matter first, so he immediately put on a stern face and lectured, "No matter how much you dote on your brother, you can't cross the line! Can you kiss him on the mouth?"
Song Chen was almost pissed off. "I ate scallion pancakes and my mouth is greasy. What nonsense are you thinking about?"
"Mouth... there's oil on your mouth? Are you just wiping the oil off your mouth?"
Jiang Moyan was a little confused.
"What else?"
Song Chen wanted to kick Jiang Moyan to death.
How could he let Song Chi kiss him on the mouth? He must be sick!
Besides, Song Chi wouldn't kiss him on the mouth.
Jiang Moyan, realizing that he had misunderstood, blushed with embarrassment.
It's not his fault! His young master wiped his face and mouth at the time, so how could he not misunderstand?
"Not only do you have a strong imagination, but you are also blind." Song Chen scolded rudely.
Jiang Moyan blushed and sat obediently, letting Song Chen scold him. He didn't dare to talk back.
Anyway, getting scolded won’t make you lose a piece of flesh, and it’s better than the young master actually being kissed.
So, now he is the only one who has tasted the young master's lips.
Jiang Moyan immediately stared at Song Chen's mouth again, and his face turned redder.
Song Chen's frown was so strong that it could kill a fly.
Jiang Moyan must be thinking about those bitter things again.
Receiving Song Chen's disdainful gaze, Jiang Moyan immediately coughed to clear his throat, hurriedly picked up a scallion pancake and took a bite, then said to hide his guilty conscience, "It's, it's quite delicious."
Song Chen looked at Jiang Moyan and didn't want to talk anymore.
Do you think eating is covering up the fact that he doesn’t know the color in his head?
He just didn't want to expose it.
Jiang Moyan's face turned even redder when he knew he had been seen through.
However, his young master didn't scold him, which meant he wasn't angry.
Jiang Moyan ate the scallion pancake and glanced at Song Chen secretly.
Song Chen had already supported his chin with one hand, and continued to listen to the rain and read a novel by the table, too lazy to pay attention to Jiang Moyan.
Jiang Moyan breathed a sigh of relief, as long as his young master was not angry.
"What delicious food is this? Why does it smell so good?"
As Mr. Si walked into the dining room, he smelled the delicious aroma of food and immediately went into the kitchen.
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