Seduce a shy loyal dog

Chapter 20

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The taxi detoured the mountain road and passed by Shanshui people. Song Yirong saw the tall broken bridge in front of him. The bridge looked old and was basically abandoned now. Cars passing back and forth passed under the bridge.

When passing by, Song Yirong raised his head and took a look. The bridge has been weather-beaten and its body has long been dilapidated, but in the eyes of the people in Banqiao Town, it has a different meaning.

When you see this half bridge, you are almost home.

Just thinking about it, the phone in the bag buzzed and vibrated, and the caller ID was "Zhou Lang". Song Yirong took out the phone from the bag and connected the call.

Zhou Lang stood by the window in the corridor, "Is it almost there?"

"Soon." Song Yirong leaned against the car window and said.

The microphone was quiet for a while, and an inexplicable atmosphere rose, Zhou Lang whispered: "I'll come to find you after get off work."

The voice seemed to be locked in a dark box, and there were only the two of them in this box.

It was quiet, which made Song Yirong very relaxed.

Song Yirong smiled and said, "Okay."

"This cat..." Song Yirong frowned imperceptibly, "Is it my family?"

Jian Ran hugged the cat fondly and stroked it a few more times, with a sticky voice, "Yes."

"Why is it so fat?" Song Yirong couldn't help being suspicious.

Jian Ran: "How can you say that Mao Mao is fat!"

Lulu followed suit with a "meow", expressing dissatisfaction.

Song Yirong brought the cat into his arms, and after a while, his hands felt sore, and the flesh felt solid to the touch.

The cat nestled in the owner's arms, and immediately became cute and naive, licking the back of Song Yirong's hand, Jian Ran's reluctance was almost overflowing, and she burst into tears, "Song Yirong, can I still come and see it?"

"I won't stop you."

Jian Ran became addicted to drama, and said bitterly, "Thank you for being such a good man, I can never repay your great kindness!"

Song Yirong laughed out loud, "Okay, don't act."

Jian Ran stopped as soon as he said it, without dragging his feet, and then took out his mobile phone neatly, turned on the camera, and said, "I told my little sister that I know a handsome guy, and I want to show her off, can I take a photo with you? Good guy." She blinked her big eyes.

Song Yirong couldn't bear it anymore, so he could only let her take the picture.

Jian Ran happily accepted the photo and said, "I'll send it to you when I get back."

"Hey, that's not right," Jian Ran stepped back, "I didn't add you on WeChat."

She was very fast, opened WeChat, called up the QR code, raised a standard smile with eight teeth, and said to Song Yirong, "Please add me."

Song Yirong didn't pay attention, so just add it.He took out his mobile phone to scan the other party's code.

The interface for adding friends that would pop up as expected did not appear, but directly jumped to the other party's profile page.

Nickname: JIAN;

The portrait is a lotus flower.

Both parties were stunned, Song Yirong took back the phone and looked at it intently, as if he couldn't believe it.

Jian Ran was the first to attack, jumped up and shouted: "It's you! How long have you not updated?!"

The corner of Song Yirong's mouth twitched, hesitating, and asked, "Are you my editor?"

Jian Ran was furious for a moment, and couldn't control her tone, "What do you think?"

"Code it for me!" She shouted again, "Now! Immediately! Immediately!"

Song Yirong stood on the spot with the cat in his arms, lazily basking in the sun on his shoulders, glanced at Jian Ran, and said, "Didn't you ask for leave, don't go."

Jian Ran looks like a young and beautiful female college student, but when asked to update, she is a real demon in the world.

A small reminder every day, a big reminder every five days, is simply dedicated and hardworking.

It can be described as a "model worker".

"I was skeptical when I sent you a courier last time," Jian Ran said, "I didn't expect to bump into me, and I was actually right in front of me."

Song Yirong had already begun to sigh inwardly, but he still pretended not to move, "It's really hard work for you."

Jian Ran continued to smile: "It's not hard, I should."

The two sides were silent for a while, Jian Ran turned on her mobile phone again, looked at the photos she just took, and changed her smile a bit creepily, and said, "My little sister is chasing your novel."

Song Yirong faltered in touching the cat, and said, "It's good."

Jian Ran changed the subject, "So... can you write a special autograph for her? She will definitely be very happy."

Song Yirong breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Yes."

At about 06:30, Song Yirong heard the sound of a motorcycle, and not long after, there was a knock on the door.

The rhythm sound was familiar, and he knew who it was as soon as he heard it.

Song Yirong opened the door slowly, and said to the face of the outsider, "Are you back?"

As soon as the voice fell, Zhou Lang stretched out his long arms and hugged him into his arms.

Taking two steps back in, the door slammed shut.

The entrance was narrow, Zhou Lang hugged Song Yirong, buried his head in the crescent of Song Yirong's neck, took a deep breath of the fragrance of the shower gel on Song Yirong, and said in a deep voice, "I miss you a little."

The root of the hair is short, it pricks the neck a little bit, making Song Yirong feel a little itchy, he said: "Then I am not."

Zhou Lang let out a "hmm" with an upward sound at the end, with a questioning tone.

Song Yirong patted his head, slid his knuckles through the roots of his hair, and said, "I miss you a little bit."

Song Yirong approached Zhou Lang's ear and said softly, "I really want to."

Zhou Lang's earlobe turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye. He rubbed his head on Song Yirong's shoulder again, and pressed his back to make the hug tighter. neck.

Zhou Lang said, "You've lost a lot of weight."

He hugged him in his arms, Song Yirong was only so small, with slender arms and thin shoulders, he didn't dare to use too much force.

"How is it possible," Song Yirong muttered, and couldn't help pinching Zhou Lang's ears with his hands, "Your ears are so red."

Zhou Lang's back was tense again, his voice dropped a lot, and he said, "Don't touch my ears."

Song Yirong suddenly approached with breath, and Zhou Lang's ears felt a little wet, and he was about to leave when he touched it, and the numbness spread all over his body instantly.

Zhou Lang took another half step towards Song Yirong, and said hoarsely, "Song Yirong, you."

His voice suddenly stopped, and he couldn't say the rest, so he had to give in, lowered his eyelids, touched Song Yirong's face lightly with the side of his face, and said, "When you are sad, remember to find me."

The author says:

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