Everyone in the Shi family's old house lowered their heads when they saw Shi Yan coming back with Song Jing in his arms, not daring to take another look.
Shi Yan directly carried Song Jing back to the courtyard, "Take a bath and eat?"
"Hungry." Song Jing didn't want to say a single extra word to him now.
Shi Yan turned around and carried her to the pavilion.
In the pavilion, the housekeeper Shi and his servants had already laid out the hot meals. Everyone kept their heads down the whole time. After setting the meals, they didn't make any unnecessary noise and exited the pavilion with their heads down.
Before the steward left, he lowered the bamboo curtains around the pavilion.
Shi Yan put Song Jing on the stool. Song Jing didn't say anything. He took the hot handkerchief placed next to him and wiped his hands. He picked up the chopsticks and started eating.
All the dishes on the table suited her appetite, and they were all meat.
The Song family took the first piece of meat and put it into their mouth, chewed it and paused.
This flavor is unique to Wuxinju.
Because she said Wu Xinju's meatloaf was delicious, Shi Yan asked Wu Xinju's chef to make this dinner for her?
cut!
The prince of the imperial family really has everything he needs, and even the chef Wu Xinju, who has inherited the skills from the previous imperial chefs, can do whatever he wants at any time.
Shi Yan didn't eat himself, but sat down next to him. He only used chopsticks to pick off the bones for Song Jing.
Neither of them spoke anymore.
After finishing the meal, Song Jing stood up with his bag, and Shi Yan said, "You should sleep in my bedroom."
Song Jing glanced at him and went to his bedroom without being polite.
Shi Yan followed in, "Where's the homework?"
"In the bag." Song Jing said, and went to the cloakroom to take a long-sleeved shirt and go to the bathroom to take a shower.
Shi Yan suddenly smiled.
Between them, it seems to be good as it is now.
She is willing to sleep in his bedroom, wear his clothes, and even let him hug her and let him look through her bag. This should already mean she is closer to her than anyone else.
As for asking her to be a little more scrupulous when acting, I think there are still people who are worried about this kind of thing, so let's do it slowly.
Shi Yan felt completely relieved. He opened Song Jing's backpack and took out the basic exercise book. He took a pen and started working on the diagonally folded pages.
Song Jing came out of the shower, took his mobile phone, casually took the chair next to him and put it next to the desk. He stepped on the chair with his feet and lowered his eyes to play with his mobile phone.
Shi Yan stopped writing, "You go to bed. I'll leave after I finish writing."
Song Jing opened his eyelids, his eyes were still red, but his anger had dissipated.
"Don't you want to see me wearing your clothes?"
Shi Yan's hand holding the pen paused, so the little girl's eyes were red and bloodshot. After taking a bath, she didn't go to bed. Instead, she pulled up a chair and sat over her, just to let him see?
Shi Yan smiled, his smile was extremely evil, his eyes wandered over Song Jing's body with a lustful look.
The little girl took one of his white long-sleeved shirts and put the loose shirt on her body, making her slim and slender figure.
The long sleeves of the shirt covered her hands, leaving only the thin white fingertips holding the mobile phone, showing a bit of cuteness for no reason.
"It looks good." Shi Yan put down the signature pen in his hand, pushed the chair a little harder with his toes, and turned to face Song Jing, "Would you like to show it to me?"
Song Jing rolled his eyes, "You don't want people to prepare clothes for me, don't you just want to see me wearing your clothes? How can a person of this age play around with you?"
"You saw through my intention at a glance. Isn't this a twist?" Shi Yan stretched out his hand and gently touched Song Jing's white fingertips exposed outside the sleeves of his shirt twice with his fingertips. "You have seen through it, so why not?"
I mean, what does this mean?"
"Repay your meal money." Song Jing stood up and walked to the bed, lifted the quilt and got into bed, "I have just turned eighteen, you must be at least twenty-six or seven, right? With this age difference, if I were more polite, I would call
You can just call me uncle, but what are you thinking about?"
"You don't know what I'm thinking about?" Shi Yan felt that it was necessary to clarify this issue with the little girl tonight, "I am twenty-six this year, and there is only an eight-year age difference between us. Isn't it too much to call me uncle?
Already?"
"And a man is twenty-six, do you know what it means?"
Song Jing raised his eyebrows and didn't answer. Shi Yan leaned down, put his hands on her sides and approached her. He didn't stop until the two of them could hear their breathing. "It means that this man is the strongest in everything."
"
"So?" Song Jing's face didn't change, and his eyes even moved down for a few seconds before falling back on Shi Yan's face. He curled up the corners of his mouth, showing a wilting look, "There is no use for it, no matter how strong you are,
What's the use? Is it possible that using both hands interchangeably would still be considered the strongest?"
"..." The little girl didn't even blush when she spoke in a pornographic tone, but he really couldn't do anything to her now!
Shi Yan licked his teeth with the tip of his tongue and smiled, very dangerously.
Song Jing pulled the quilt over his mouth and nose, and there was evil and evil in his eyes, "Don't wake me up during the day tomorrow." After saying that, he closed his eyes with great peace of mind.
"..." The little girl looked quite calm, maybe she was afraid that he would get serious.
Shi Yan smiled, pinched the tip of Song Jing's nose, and said a cruel word with indulgence, "I'll deal with you later."
The little girl had stayed up for seven days and seven nights, and now she was all blue and black. How could he really not let her sleep?
Shi Yan turned off the lights in the bedroom, leaving only a small warm yellow lamp on the bedside. He turned on the small lamp on the desk, sat down and continued to do his homework.
Song Jing opened his eyes silently and turned his head to look at the person sitting at the desk doing homework.
She actually couldn't tell what she was thinking now.
Shi Yan's sudden anger made her unhappy. It was true that she had returned to Mr. Shi for a follow-up consultation and wanted to leave. But it was also true that when Shi Yan came to find her and carried her back to Shi's house, she felt too lazy to break away.
The carelessly prepared meals, as well as the upright figure sitting at the desk doing her homework with a lamp on, all seemed to be impacting her heart silently.
A man like Shi Yan seems to be born to be invincible.
Song Jing slept for one day and two nights. On the morning of the third day, he finally got up after a full sleep. There was a new set of clothes on the bedside, this time it was women's clothes.
The styles were based on the sweatshirts and jeans she was used to wearing, but the brands were priced at least five digits.
Song Jing washed up, changed into new clothes, and went out. There was no one in the yard. Apparently Shi Yan had given instructions in advance not to let anyone disturb her sleep.
Song Jing curled up the corner of his mouth, rubbed his growling stomach, and prepared to find some food first, and then find someone.
The Shi family's old house occupies a large area. In addition to several independent small courtyards, the house also has a large garden with many rockery and water pavilions. The delicacy and elegance of Jiangnan courtyards are everywhere revealed.
Song Jing was about to go to the kitchen, turned around a rockery, and met three men and two women walking this way.
Song Jing didn't know who the three men were, but they were two women. Song Jing knew one of them, Su Qingrou.
Su Qingrou showed surprise, "Song Jing? Why are you here?"
The eyes of the other woman next to her suddenly flashed coldly, but a smile appeared on her face. She walked to Song Jing in a few steps and stretched out her hand, "Song Jing, hello. I have heard of you a long time ago. It's better to meet than to hear. It's true."
She is very beautiful. By the way, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Yu Ya, Ayan’s fiancée.”