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Chapter 22#Repeated Pull#

The sound of fireworks blooming outside the window was endless. Luo Yao sat on the lazy sofa with his legs wide open, looking at Song Tingyi's face through the screen of his mobile phone. There was some faint pink at the end of his eyes. Luo Yao noticed for the first time, His eyes are round and big, looking cute and seductive.

Song Tingyi on the other end of the video lowered his panting voice, and his movements suddenly accelerated, leaving only the sound of his own heartbeat and Luo Yao's breathing through the earpiece.

He took a tissue from the bedside, but heard a hoarse voice from the microphone: "Song Tingyi, face me."

Luo Yao picked up the phone with one hand, and kept on with the other.He saw Song Tingyi pinch himself, knelt down in front of the phone, adjusted the angle of the phone, facing the place he wanted to see, then he saw Song Tingyi circled the dam that was about to collapse, and went down In a second, the raging tide poured out.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still, Song Tingyi couldn't hear anything, just rubbed the paper towel casually, took out a new one and wiped himself slowly, took the phone and lay down.

"Song Tingyi, look at me." The person on the other end of the phone ordered.

He obediently looked at the screen, those beautiful eyes were somewhat blurred after being satisfied.

"Open your mouth."

Luo Yao watched the light-colored lips on the other side of the screen open, picked up the phone, and said "I love you" in a low voice.

After a long time, every time Song Tingyi thinks of this video support, he will feel extremely absurd, and at the same time, he can't help feeling how he can't leave Luo Yao at this age, just like a young man.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Luo Yao slept comfortably, and when he was fully awake, it was already eleven o'clock at noon.

He turned on his phone, but Song Tingyi didn't send him a message.

He couldn't help but think of last night, no, it should be the cloud watching fireworks in the early morning of this morning.When Song Tingyi said "I love you too" to him with a blushing face, Luo Yao intensified and asked him when he wanted to drink milk.

The result, of course, was that Song Tingyi unceremoniously hung up the video call, just dropped "Happy New Year" in the chat box and disappeared.

Luo Yao was not in a hurry, just put on a loose knitted sweater slowly, and went downstairs to make something for himself.

Luo Yuelin packed a lot of New Year's goods for him, it can be said that it has everything that one expects.

Luo Yao randomly picked a semi-finished roast chicken and threw it into the oven, and cooked a whole meal by himself, then slumped on the sofa and turned on the TV.

Almost every channel on the TV was replaying last night's Spring Festival Gala program, Luo Yao put down his phone, looked at the cup of Longjing tea that he had forgotten yesterday on the coffee table and sighed.

After drying for a night, the leaves of the tea leaves are full of water and then slowly evaporated to dryness in the air-conditioned room. At this time, the leaves are curled and slightly yellow.

Luo Yao walked into the kitchen with the glass, poured out the tea and threw it away, poured the glass casually, and poured himself a cup of hot water.He kind of missed the Mao Feng that Song Tingyi made.

Although Luo Yao's grandfather is a well-known contemporary calligrapher and painter, and has a lot of research on tea, Luo Yao doesn't seem to have inherited his grandfather's knowledge in this area at all. He has very little research on tea, and he can hardly taste different teas. The difference, he only knows that his technique of making tea is terrible.

This "bad gene" seems to have been inherited from Luo Chuanhai.Compared with Luo Yuelin, it can be said that Luo Chuanhai is not at all like the son of Mr. Luo, except for the character and temper inherited from Mr. Luo, more like a wandering wanderer, not like a young master from a scholarly family.

The Spring Festival Gala on TV was replayed to the countdown to the new year, and the oven beeped, interrupting Luo Yao's thoughts.He put down the glass, put on his gloves, took the half of the delicious roast chicken out of the oven, and filled another bowl of coarse grain rice.

Sitting at the dining table and picking up chopsticks, a sketch is being performed on TV, and the family is sitting around eating the New Year's Eve dinner, enjoying themselves.

He stared at the show for a while, picked up his phone to take a picture of his brunch, and sent it to Song Tingyi.

There was a quick message back:

— Just eat these?

Luo Yao couldn't help smiling, and made a phone call.

Song Tingyi seemed to be squatting on his news, the phone rang twice and was picked up, Luo Yao's lazy voice came through the receiver: "No way, there is no food at home."

Song Tingyi glanced at Song Xincheng, who was wolfing down and snoring, and couldn't help calling him: "Ivan, eat slowly."

"Who is Ivan?" Luo Yao on the other end of the phone immediately replied.

Song Tingyi could almost picture Luo Yao raising his eyebrows and questioning him in his mind, and turned on the speakerphone and put it in front of Song Xincheng: "Ivan, say, hello, Uncle Luo."

"Hello, Uncle Luo—" Song Xincheng chewed a piece of bamboo shoots, his speech was a little vague, and the end of his voice was childishly drawn out.

"You are Ivan?" Luo Yao seemed to be attracted by the little milk's voice, and involuntarily softened his voice.His voice was already gentle and pleasant, but at this moment it was deliberately softened, making it even more gentle and watery.

Song Xincheng swallowed the bamboo shoots in his mouth, and looked at Song Tingyi with a smile: "Uncle Luo, do you want to come to my house for dinner? My uncle likes you very much."

Song Tingyi looked at Song Xincheng in disbelief, and he heard Luo Yao's suppressed laughter from the other end of the phone: "Do you have a lot of delicious food at home? Uncle is so hungry."

"Molto! Molto!" (Many, many!) Song Xincheng was suddenly excited, "Uncle, come and eat, buono!" (Delicious!)

Luo Yao on the other end of the phone was obviously stunned.

Song Tingyi turned off the speakerphone, put the phone to his ear, walked into the room and closed the door.

"What did he say?" Luo Yao was probably chewing something, and his words were a little vague.

"It's nothing."

"Bully me because I don't understand Italian?" Luo Yao tore off a chicken leg, then took out a tissue and wiped his hands.

The two chatted casually for a few more words, and Song Tingyi hung up the phone.

But he never dreamed that Luo Yao actually picked up the suitcase and rang the doorbell of his house at five o'clock in the afternoon.

The person outside the door was carrying a black matte suitcase, the brim of the peaked cap was pressed low, black sunglasses, a black mask and a black coat, which shocked the aunt who opened the door.

Luo Yao took off his hat and mask, and showed a standard toothy grin to Song Tingyi at the entrance.

Song Tingyi reached out and patted his aunt on the shoulder: "It's okay, my friend."

Luo Yao raised his eyebrows at him: "How about it, I came to beg for food?"

"You're crazy, how did you find it here?" Song Tingyi took the suitcase from his hand and complained in a low voice.

Luo Yao bent down to change his shoes as if he didn't hear him, lowered his eyes and smiled at Song Tingyi: "Hello."

Song Tingyi turned his head and saw Song Xincheng who was leaning against the wall with half of his head poking out, only then realized that Luo Yao was not looking at him at all, but this little guy.

Song Xincheng stared at Luo Yao with his big round blue eyes for a while, and seemed to remember that the person in the video call yesterday was different from yesterday's video call and when he just made the call, he timidly called out "Uncle Luo ".

Auntie stared at the black suitcase for a while, then looked at Song Tingyi with some doubts.

Luo Yao stood at the door and closed the door with his backhand. He also keenly caught the puzzlement in Auntie's eyes, smiled quickly, and explained: "I'm Song Tingyi's work partner, and we're going to catch the high-speed rail for a business trip tomorrow night. So I came early, and I also came to have a meal by the way."

The aunt is over fifty years old, and she has a good impression of good-looking and polite young men like Luo Yao. She immediately nodded with a smile, and said that Luo Yao came just in time, and walked into the kitchen to continue washing vegetables.

"Tomorrow night?" Song Tingyi pushed the suitcase into the corner, looked at Luo Yao, "Didn't Director Qin say to take five days off?"

"It's indeed five days." Luo Yao bent down and rubbed Song Xincheng's head lightly, "But all have to report in the afternoon of the fifth day, and I don't want to go by plane, so I asked Xiao Song to buy a high-speed rail ticket for tomorrow night. "

The housekeeping aunt Song Tingyi invited was quick, and Luo Yao was greeted to sit at the dining table after being dragged by Song Xincheng for a while.

Because there was one more person, the aunt specially added two more dishes, and the table was full.

Luo Yao was arranged to sit next to Song Tingyi, and at the moment, he was eating ribs and praised his aunt's cooking skills without hesitation, which made her so happy that she almost laughed so hard that she had no time to eat.

Song Tingyi used the cover of the table to lightly kick Luo Yao's calf, and the people around him finally shut up and continued to eat honestly.

The meal was eaten very quickly. Song Xincheng had a big belly, and he ate a bowl full of rice. The aunt who was washing the dishes seemed to want to help with cleaning.

Luo Yao sat beside Song Tingyi, slowly drinking the cup of barley tea in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh, "Your home is quite warm."

"Hmm." Song Tingyi warmed his hands while covering the cup of barley tea, "How did you find my house?"

"It's written on your entry information. I came here." Luo Yao looked back at the kitchen, put his hand on Song Tingyi's leg and rubbed it slowly, "Don't worry, I'll let Xiao Song drive me here Yes, no one found out."

"Just to eat?" Song Tingyi watched as the hand slowly slipped between his legs and put it where it shouldn't be.

"Of course not." Luo Yao leaned over, rubbed that dishonest hand between Song Tingyi's legs, and lowered his voice, "How can I eat your food for nothing?"

Song Tingyi patted his hand away, tilted his head back, and looked at him with an unkind expression.

"I'll buy you milk." Luo Yao picked up the teacup, took a sip of the barley tea, and blinked at Song Tingyi.

Looking at the chessboard in front of him, Luo Yao couldn't help sighing.

Song Xincheng was coaxed by Song Tingyi to go to sleep obediently. He was about to fulfill the "promise" just now with Song Tingyi in his arms when he was supported by his shoulders.

He was also deceived by Song Tingyi's face, so he agreed to play chess with him. As long as he wins Song Tingyi, he will listen to everything tonight.

So now, Luo Yao who is holding black chess is surrounded by Song Tingyi.

The black general took a step to the left, facing Song Tingyi's rook, while the red chess's cannon was waiting for the cornered general to return to its original position across the black rook.

Success or failure is clear at a glance, no matter how Luo Yao moves, the red chess held by Song Tingyi has the general's advantage for him.

Luo Yao slumped backwards, choosing to play tricks: "Don't play anymore, don't play anymore, you just don't want to help me."

Song Tingyi smiled and looked at Luo Yao, who looked like a fool after losing to him in a game with Song Xincheng, and slowly cleaned up the chessboard.

Luo Yao squinted to see him put the chessboard back to its original position, then closed his eyes and continued to play tricks.

"Luo Yao," Song Tingyi patted his stomach, "get up."

"I can't get up, I'm going to sleep here today." The big dog on the sofa turned over, not looking at Song Tingyi.

"Sister Yao—" Song Tingyi leaned over and kissed him, then stretched out his hand to touch Xiao Xiaoyao, "Since you don't want to listen to my arrangement, then I'll go back to my room to sleep."

Song Tingyi got up and walked into the room, but when the door was about to close, a hand pressed against the door panel.

The next second, the big dog rushed in wagging its tail and gently closed the door.

Song Tingyi quickly regretted his decision.

Because his mouth is really sour.

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Happy Children's Day everyone! ! !

The plot is already halfway through!