Chapter 129 The sick and sweet junior begged me to coax him again (13)

That afternoon, Song Yan met many children.

Some were very cheerful and dared to come forward and talk to him on their own initiative, while others were watching from the side, very afraid of being angry.

Until he moved things to wash his hands, he saw a boy from afar, about seven or eight years old, but with a pair of gloomy eyes.

It was a pair of eyes that disliked the whole world. He had no partners and exuded the aura of not entering the world.

Song Yan easily sensed the defense and caution in his eyes because they were the same people.

The boy stood under the pavilion and stared at Song Yan quietly.

Song Yan turned off the water, shook the water droplets in his hand, and then unilaterally stopped the confrontation.

If it were before, he might be excited about it, it was a strange feeling of finding belonging.

But now he was a little confused. Not every bird with broken wings could be reborn.

Zhaoge not only wants to find a way for himself, but also tries to illuminate others' paths.

Is this possible?

Suddenly, a group of two groups of children holding water guns rushed out and were attacking each other.

When the little girl in one of the team saw Zhaoge, she shouted excitedly: "Sister Xiao Zhao, come and play with us."

Zhaoge turned around, looked at the fierce water jungle in front of him, and waved his hand quickly, and said with a forced smile: "Sister is old, don't play these things, you guys play."

When children are in a hurry, they don’t care what you are talking about, let alone a bunch of children.

Although they did not force Zhao Ge, they regarded the open space in front of them as a battlefield, chasing them while holding back the water gun in their hands.

One of the children was hit by water in the eyes. When their eyes were closed and their hands were tilted, the water gun aimed at Zhaoge.

"Senior sister, be careful!"

In panic, Zhaoge subconsciously turned back, but Song Yan took a step and appeared behind her, and by chance, he happened to crash into his arms.

Song Yan held Zhao Ge's waist and turned around, blocking her, and his back instantly felt cold.

The child knew that he had caused trouble, so he stopped quickly and stood there one by one without daring to step forward, for fear that the elder brother who was born on this side would get angry.

After realizing it, Zhao Ge moved his hand that was holding Song Yan's sleeve away. When he was nervous just now, he subconsciously grabbed it.

Now, she directly printed paint on Song Yan's clothes, and she said embarrassedly: "Sorry, I..."

Song Yan turned his head and looked behind his back, and smiled helplessly: "It seems that I have sacrificed a lot today for repaying my kindness."

Seeing that Song Yan was not angry, the others rushed over to apologize. Song Yan touched his head one by one to comfort him, and the children ran away embarrassedly.

Song Yan put on the coat he had just put in the car, and then he got closer to the passenger seat.

As soon as his long legs were closed, he met Zhaoge's apologetic look, "Senior sister, it's really okay. I'll just go back to school to change my set."

It is really immoral to just throw people at the school gate in such a miserable way.

Zhaoge started the car and said slowly: "My home is close to here, go change your clothes first. Besides, you are wet half of your body. What if you catch a cold after turning back?"

Just now, she wanted to blow dry her clothes first before leaving, but Song Yan relied on her youth, so she blew her a few times and pulled her away.

Zhaoge Yu Guang couldn't help but glance at the muscles that could be seen under Song Yan's T-shirt on his waist, and he didn't dry it!

Song Yan paused, "Do you have the right clothes at the senior sister's house?"

Isn't she living alone?

Who is that man?!

Zhaoge smiled angrily, what are the key points of this?

"My assistant bought it now, so I can't wear my clothes for you."

If you have time to take him to the mall to buy, it would be better to let him take a hot shower first.

Song Yan coughed lightly, his face calmed down slightly, and he praised, "It's still my senior sister who thinks carefully, I'll listen to her."

When he arrived at the door of his house, Zhaoge had just opened the door and saw a strange and exquisite black bag in the entrance hall.

She stuffed the bag into Song Yan's arms, who had changed his shoes, and said, "Go and take a shower."

The sound of a call came from between my fingers, and Song Yan let out a light "um" and walked towards the bathroom with red ears.

Zhaoge poured a glass of water and looked at his back with a little puzzled understanding.

This is not the first time he has been here, why is he going to be so irritated?

[Host, young people are very angry.]

Junjun's words made Zhao Ge even more confused and angry?

Why do you get angry...

"Ahem...Cough...Cough...

She remembered what she said just now and suddenly realized.

Zhaoge put down the cup, but was accidentally infected by Song Yan.

When placing the cup in the pool, the lights in the living room flashed twice, Zhao Ge paused and looked up silently.

At the same time, the bathroom heater flashed, and Song Yan wiped the foam that flowed down from his head, speeding up the bathing speed.

He put on his clothes and came out, "Senior sister, the light here..."

Seeing the scene in the living room, his voice came to an abrupt end.

At this time, Zhaoge was stepping on the ladder, holding his hands and fiddling under the lamp.

Hearing the sound, she turned her head and looked at Song Yan, and said casually: "The screws are a little loose, I'll do it. Are you washing it so quickly?"

Her movements were so skillful that she was not very skillful, but her slender body was shaking, which made Song Yan feel uneasy.

He stepped forward and reached out to Zhaoge, wanting to help the person down, "Senior sister, I'll do it."

There is no point in using it if there is free labor.

Zhaoge handed over the tools in his hand to him, "It's OK, I'll leave them to you."

Song Yan seemed extremely suitable for doing this kind of thing, with his angular side face, his thin lips slightly pursed due to his seriousness, and the muscles that suddenly appear on his arms when he raised his hand.

Every subtle movement was filled with the breath of hormones when he rested on him.

Zhaoge was dismantling the cake he brought back from the orphanage, and enjoying Song Yan's every move.

As the man looked, she looked away again.

Song Yan put the tools back in place and carefully moved the ladder back to the balcony.

Zhaoge watched him walk in, "Does the clothes fit?"

The black shirt and casual pants were paired with the little assistant, and the one who bought the one that was the best match was bought, but she wore it brilliantly on Song Yan, and even gave her a bit of abstinence.

Song Yanwei opened his hand and then drooped, "It fits very well. Senior sister likes me to wear this way?"

This question wandered on the edge of ambiguity. Zhao Ge shrugged and smiled lightly, "I'm wronged, this is the assistant who chose it for you."

However, one thing has to be admitted is that Song Yan is one of the few who can wear black shirts so intensely.

Perhaps it was because of his strength.

Who knew that the next second, Song Yan asked, "Then, the size was also chosen by the senior sister's assistant?"

Zhaoge: "······"

This has caused people to ask.

Zhaoge lowered his eyes, focused on cutting the cake in his hand, and after he divided a piece into the plate and handed it to Song Yan, she pretended to be calm and said, "I reported the size, isn't it accurate?"

The weight became lighter and the cake was taken over.

Song Yan stirred the fork in his hand slightly and said meaningfully: "It's very accurate, so accurate that I was a little surprised."
Chapter completed!