Chapter 774 The Son and Lao Tzu Have the Same Virtue
Guest room
Rong Boye leaned in front of the small table, with one leg slightly bent and playing with a little rabbit doll in his hand.
He could hear clearly what was going on outside.
After a while, he put down the doll and hummed softly.
"A son has the same virtue as Lao Tzu."
There was a sound of the door closing outside, it was Song Xiang and Yan Han leaving.
He stood up, opened the door to the room and walked out.
The living room was empty and there was no sound at all.
Walking to the kitchen door, looking in, I saw something on the cooking table.
He walked in unexpectedly, took out his things, and sat down at the table again.
It was not cold yet, but the taste seemed to change after entering the mouth. When Song Xiang was chattering next to him, the noodles and cakes tasted okay, but now they felt difficult to swallow.
After a moment of silence, he saw the egg hidden under his face.
Take out the egg, slowly put it into your mouth, and chew it carefully.
My chest felt much lighter. I put down my chopsticks and looked up out of the floor-to-ceiling window.
The moonlight is just right. If we go back now, we should be able to have a good sleep.
…
Villa
Yan Han drove all the way back, and with one order, all the servants in the main house disappeared.
She dragged Song Xiang upstairs and directly into the bathroom.
Song Xiang was so dizzy from the steaming hot water that he carried her into the room limply. Before she could speak, he pressed her waist hard.
My mind was confused, and I looked at him through the liquid overflowing from my eyes, feeling hazy.
"Don't look at me like that."
Vaguely hearing him speak, she bit her lip and turned her face away.
Just now at Zijin Jiayue, she was relying on pretentiousness to try to get his liking, otherwise with his keenness, she would definitely push open the door.
"Severe cold?"
"Um?"
"I like you."
The subtle sound was still captured.
He paused slightly, and the next moment, there was another violent storm.
…
One o'clock in the morning.
Song Xiang closed her eyes and huddled in the man's arms, occasionally nuzzling his chin, as well-behaved as a kitten.
Yan Han loved her coquettishness the most, it was very different from before.
In the past five years, every time after the incident, she had a face.
Sometimes he really wanted to ask her if there was something wrong with her or something wrong with him.
The more he thought about it, the more he deliberately tormented her. The more times he thought about it, the more often she would avoid him.
"Why are you so good today?"
She dared to act coquettishly and stimulate him at that time, without even hiding, and just did as she was told.
Song Xiang moved, held up her arms, and traced his lips with her fingers.
"miss you."
This is the truth. The period of love is really wonderful. When he is in front of you, you are willing to be tired of him, but when he is not in front of you, you will have all kinds of random thoughts.
Yan Han raised his eyebrows and took the person into his arms, "From now on, when I go on a business trip, I'm not allowed to live outside alone."
Song Xiang felt guilty and lowered his head slightly, "Why?"
"I'm afraid you'll steal someone."
Song Xiang was shocked and raised her head to glare at him.
Yan Han raised his hand to pinch her face and chuckled twice, "I'm teasing you."
Song Xiang pouted, suddenly turned her face and bit his finger.
"hiss--"
"Why do you look like a puppy?"
Song Xiang lay down and said, "You are the dog."
The man raised his chin, pointed to the mark on his neck and said, "Who bit this?"
Song Xiang blushed, clasped his hands together, lowered his head and muttered: "Who told you..."
Tsk——
It's annoying. At that time, just let him run wild and bite him twice.