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Chapter 20 Is It Good-looking?

Zhou Mengmeng was not on the way to Song Zhuangtong's house, but she was on the way to Wenyan School. She was surprised why Song Zhuangtong sent herself this address, and when she got there, she found him waiting for someone downstairs with her son.

Zhou Mengmeng got out of the car and came over. The little girl was wearing a beautiful red dress, wrapped in a black windbreaker, her steps were smooth, and the hem of the skirt was also shaking.Song Zhuangtong unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car. After taking the food in her hand, he asked, "Thank you, how much is it?"

"Old Wan is out." Zhou Mengmeng took a look, "Brother Song, is that your son?"

Song Zhuangtong followed Zhou Mengmeng's line of sight, and Song Jing was sitting in the passenger seat, with a small head popping out, staring at the two of them.

"Yes. Song Jing, my sister." Song Zhuangtong said.

Song Jing rolled his big eyes and remained silent.

"What's the name sister? It should be called auntie. I'm of the same generation as you." Zhou Mengmeng complained as he punched his arm with a smile.

"All right, all right, I'm not happy to call you younger."

Zhou Mengmeng glanced at the school behind him and asked, "Didn't you pick up your son? Why are you still at school?"

Song Zhuangtong raised his chin and said, "Wait for someone."

Zhou Mengmeng raised his eyebrows, his eyes sparkled, and asked tentatively, "Could it be a girlfriend?"

"No."

"Not your girlfriend?" Zhou Mengmeng asked, rolling his eyes on purpose, "I thought it was my sister-in-law until it was so late."

Song Zhuangtong snorted twice, and didn't reply anymore. This vague attitude made Zhou Mengmeng feel a little nervous, and she asked again: "Are you going to become a sister-in-law?"

Song Zhuangtong glanced at her lightly, and said: "It's getting late, why don't you go back first, it's not safe to drive later."

Zhou Mengmeng was stunned for a moment, and said, "Ah, okay, see Brother Song next time."

Song Zhuangtong stood by the car for a while, and before Wen Yan could arrive, he was about to get back in the car and use his mobile phone to call him, when Wen Yan just came out of the teaching building.

Song Zhuangtong looked at him from a distance, surrounded by the sinking night, he walked slowly, as if he was thinking about something with his head down, his expression was covered by the night, and he could only see some frustration from his thin shoulders.The moment he stepped down the stairs and looked up, Wen Yan's eyes lit up when he saw the familiar car at the school gate.

Song Zhuangtong's heart also trembled.

"Why are you still here?"

"Wait for you to eat together." Song Zhuangtong raised the food in his hand, "My friend helped to pack it, if you don't eat it, it will be cold."

The temperature in the evening was very low, but the car was very warm. The three of them went to Wen Yan's house to eat. After Song Zhuangtong followed Wen Yan to clear the table, he was ready to go home.He looked down at Song Jing who was not about to move on the sofa, and pushed Song Jing with his knee.

"Not leaving yet?"

Song Jing stared at him, and the father and son stood one by one and sat on the other. After a long confrontation, Song Jing slowly climbed off the sofa.

"Say goodbye to Teacher Wen." Song Zhuangtong said.

Song Jing clenched his little fist, and when Song Zhuangtong urged him again, he said, "I want to be here."

Song Zhuangtong and Wen Yan were both taken aback.

"You want to be here?" Song Zhuangtong asked in surprise.

The silent and introverted child had another trustworthy person, and Song Zhuangtong couldn't tell whether he felt more relieved or bitter at the moment.

Wen Yan was very happy.

"Then let him stay and go to school with me tomorrow."

Song Zhuangtong took a deep breath, tapped Song Jing's forehead, and said, "You brat."

Song Jing dodged awkwardly and climbed back onto the sofa.

Looking at the back of Song Zhuangtong waiting for the elevator alone, Wen Yan felt a little complicated, so he called Song Zhuangtong to stop.

"Actually, Song Jing doesn't need to see a psychiatrist, he will gradually get better."

Actively wanting to stay by Wen Yan's side is a sign of getting better.

Song Zhuangtong's expression was a little lonely, but when he looked up, he disappeared completely. He said, "I was too anxious a while ago."

Wen Yan nodded and said, "The days are still long."

The elevator opened with a beep, and Wen Yan saw him enter the elevator, ready to go home and close the door.

Suddenly, the half-closed door was pulled by a hand, Wen Yan immediately relieved himself, and Song Zhuangtong's voice came through the crack of the door.

"I want to be here too."

"Isn't the sofa too crowded?" Wen Yan opened the door to let him in.

Song Zhuangtong skillfully took off his clothes and hung them on the hanger as he walked into the room. He said, "Let Song Jing sleep on the sofa."

Wen Yan: "..."

"Just kidding, I'm too tired to drive, let's squeeze in for a night."

Song Zhuangtong's coat is a simple white T. The fabric on the arms and chest is supported by bulging muscles. The wheat-colored skin looks very good to the touch, and it glows with a layer of warm light under the warm lamp.

"Does it look good?" Song Zhuangtong asked him.

The sneak peek that he thought was invisible was discovered, Wen Yan scratched his neck in embarrassment, and said, "It looks good, I want to practice too."

"No need to practice, go to my car dealership for a month's shift, and all the soft meat on your stomach will disappear."

Wen Yan was a little bit dissatisfied after being hit by dimensionality reduction: "How can there be soft meat?"

Song Zhuangtong glanced at him, then suddenly leaned over, lifted the hem of Wen Yan's clothes, and quickly rubbed his stomach with his cold fingers.

His skin was already fair, but Song Zhuangtong, a player with natural yellow and black skin who never knew what sunscreen was, made it even more so. He was as white as a piece of tender tofu, and Song Zhuangtong couldn't bear to move his fingers.

"There are."

Song Zhuangtong didn't move properly, his fingers were icy, and he stuck it on Wen Yan's warm soft flesh, and Wen Yan was so frightened that he sensitively backed away, his red ears probably from anger.

"This is winter fat, it will disappear in summer."

"Do you really want abdominal muscles so much?" Song Zhuangtong asked him, twisting his fingers.

Wen Yan nodded: "That's for sure. If you exercise more, your physique will probably be better."

Song Zhuangtong snorted and laughed: "Next time I go to the gym, I can take you with me."

Wen Yan acquiesced that the snorting was laughing at himself, and he said, "You don't need to take me with you, I have a fitness card in the community, and I'll do it when I move in."

"Have you run out of money?"

Wen Yan: "... I don't have time to go."

Usually it’s five or six o’clock when I get home after work. After finishing the meal and taking a shower, the whole night passes in the blink of an eye, so I don’t have time to go to the gym.

"Then I'll give you the card, you go and use the remaining money in it, don't waste it."

As Wen Yan spoke, he squatted down to the coffee table and began to search for his fitness card.

Song Zhuangtong lowered his eyes and glanced at his lower back exposed by squatting. It was pretty, as white as his belly.

Song Zhuangtong stared at it for a long time. When Wen Yan turned over the card, his feet felt a little numb. He handed it to Song Zhuangtong, but the other party didn't answer it.

"You take it and use it before it goes bankrupt."

The words of refusal were turned twice in Song Zhuangtong's throat, and he suddenly thought of something, nodded and said, "That's fine."

After exercising and sweating, you must come up and take a shower, right?The muscles I just exercised are probably more beautiful than usual, right?This summer is coming, it's not too much to walk around with your upper body bare, right?

Song Jing, who was arranged by Wen Yan to take a bath, crawled back into the bed obediently after washing, the familiar smell made him feel very at ease, before Wen Yan finished washing, he fell into a drowsy sleep.

A dim night light was left outside the house. Song Zhuangtong was not willing to cover the quilt, and the quilt that Wen Yan turned out was held down by his leg. Wen Yan got up and went to the bathroom to see him sleeping in the same posture as Song Jing, and walked lightly past.

The quilt was pressed under Song Zhuangtong's legs, and Wen Yan pulled it out with some difficulty. Song Zhuangtong changed his sleeping position, but he did not wake up.

Wen Yan gently covered Song Zhuangtong with the quilt again, and the hands that had stayed there for a few seconds were suddenly tightly bound.

Wen Yan was taken aback by him, and his heart beat violently.

After pumping for a long while without pulling out his hand, Wen Yan's wrist was rubbed red.

This strength is really too big, even in a dream.

Wen Yan, who was imprisoned by Song Zhuangtong beside the sofa, called him with a headache, but nothing happened.

"Why do you sleep so soundly?" Wen Yan frowned.

This is convenient for Wen Yan to look at the sleeping Song Zhuangtong.

There is a faint stubble on his chin, and his thick lips are closed in a steady breathing. If you look closely, you can find an inconspicuous lip bead, which is squeezed by him.The shape of the tall nose bridge is very superior, the light and shadow cast by the moonlight outside the window are cut off on the face, and the pair of eagle-like jet-black eyes——

Eye?

"Does it look good?"

His voice was a little hoarse, and there was an almost imperceptible smile, which made Wen Yan, who was caught again, blushed instantly, and stared at him helplessly.