Chapter 4: Four big brothers

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The sports car quickly entered the well-equipped high-end villa area, and then entered one of the two-story small-story parking lots.
Song Yan and Xiao Yuanmu glanced at the co-driver's seat with expressionless expressions and closed eyes, thinking that from now on, he would not only have to eat and live with this big man, but would also torture him in a trick. Tears shed for myself who could not be more miserable in the future.
As soon as the car stopped, Xiao Yuanmu opened his eyes. His eyes were as cold as a deep pond, clear and sober, without any trace of sleep.
Song Xunhe was not surprised. If Xiao Yuanmu could fall asleep in a man's car that forced him to bend down, it would be the thriller of Jurassic resurrection of dinosaurs.
"Here it is, go on." Song Yanhe said dutifully, "You will stay with me here in the future, and I will show you to your room when I see you, and after that you go to the kitchen to make dinner."
Xiao Yuanmu gave him a slight glance, opened the door and got out of the car.
Song Yonghe was relieved, and took him around the two-story villa before opening a room and saying, "You will live here in the future."
In this book, Song Yehe thinks that the only thing that the original owner did right is probably to sleep with Xiao Yuanmu. Although he does n’t know why he has a lover, he still sleeps separately. But because of this, Song Yehe And at least don't worry at night, in case Xiao Yuanmu is unhappy and kills him.
Xiao Yuanmu glanced at the clean and tidy room without a doubt, and then turned his eyes to Song Yong and said, "What are you going to eat?"
"It doesn't matter." It's not where the plot is. Song Yanhe doesn't want to add any more to this big man, and he doesn't picky eaters: "I eat everything, you can do it."
Xiao Yuanmu didn't say much, and turned straight downstairs.
Looking at his back disappearing at the stairs, Song Yonghe breathed a long breath, opened the next room and lay down on the bed, his muscles slowly relaxed. He was so frightened today that he needs to recover.
After lying down for more than ten minutes, just as Song Yan and lethargy, the ringing of the cell phone suddenly rang him back from the chaotic darkness.
Holding the phone lazily, glancing at the caller ID without notes, he answered: "What's the matter?"
"Song Shao, you are ready to arrange things, when are you going to visit the class?" Over the phone, Song Yehe could hear the charm over there.
However, after such a sentence, he remembered who this person was and what he had planned for the past two days.
"I'm here on the weekend." Because I nearly fell asleep, Song Yan and the husky and gentle voice of some of the sister-in-law's carelessness: "Don't make everyone know, I just want to play."
"Know, know." The people over there quickly replied, and very eloquently gave Song Yanhe a sound excuse: "Song Song rarely plans to pick a few films to invest in, but he just goes to the studio to investigate."
Song Yan and Wen Yan thought this person was funny, and couldn't help laughing, reminding him: "I have long admired Liu Ying for a long time and hope to see a real person tomorrow."
There was an unspoken smile over there, saying: "It is the glory of Liu Ying that she can win the favor of Song Shao, and she will definitely be there on the weekend."
Hanging up the phone, Song Xunhe couldn't hold back his eyes. The man on the phone was a director with his own team, called Huang Cong. His shooting skills were far from superb. He did everything in an exquisite manner. If this kind of person is in ancient times, it would be a lively from the East Factory, and there would be absolutely no word for me.
However, Song Yehe didn't think there was anything wrong. As long as his status exceeded this person, the person would not be able to turn the tide, and he had to say that talking to him was very interesting. Anyone who raised a sign of another person would be able to pass him on. If you can complete it, you will find it very irony to chat with him.
Throwing the phone to the bed, Song Yunhe lingered on the bed again before sitting up and stretched out, wanting to go downstairs to see how Xiao Yuanmu's dishes were doing.
Who knew that when he turned his head, it was like seeing a small milk cat with cucumber suddenly appearing behind the buttocks, swiftly and exaggeratedly bounced back, and almost fell aside the onion.
After finally pulling and pulling the bench at the end of the bed to stabilize his body, Song Zhenghe got up, his face pale and frightened and anxious: "Why the suddenly appeared behind me!"
When anyone is completely relaxed, it's hard to calm down when they see a person standing behind them. Besides, the timid Master Song Xiao, the only thing he feared from childhood to childhood was the unnatural creature with ghosts and ghosts in the movies and stories—ghosts.
Xiao Yuanmu appeared so silently behind him. He almost didn't scare him out. If it wasn't for his reason, he would go forward to Song Yonghe regardless of his usual young temper. He let out a fright of anger.
In some ways, the young master Song Yunhe has no less temperament than the original owner, but although he loves to play, he still follows the principle of normal people. He can do what he ca n’t do, or his parents are early. Passed away, a lonely and lonely person stayed in the large family that can eat people in the Song family, how can he grow up so peacefully and wantonly.
After losing his temper, Song Yunhe had a little bit of confidence. He didn't know how long Xiao Yuanmu had stood outside, and he didn't know what he said when he just called, but he thought he just forced him to agree to be his The lover, in a blink of an eye, also said that she was interested in other women, and he was arrested by him, giving him the illusion of being caught in a bed.
However, the original owner would not be guilty of conscience, so he sat upright, raised his chin, and shouted, "Dish is ready?"
Eyes glanced over Song Yan and his pupils who were extremely hydrated because of shock and thick black eyelashes that were slightly trembling. Xiao Yuanmu suddenly felt that the depression that had been suppressed during this time seemed to dissipate a lot, and the mood was inexplicably happy less.
Xiao Yuanmu bowed his head and said something rare: "Tomato and egg noodles."
Song Yan and his eyes brightened, tomato and egg noodles are his favorite noodles, no one!
"Let's go." Song Xunhe got out of bed, walked to Xiao Yuanmu side by side, and then gave him a sideways glance, arrogantly: "Without my approval in the future, do not enter my room casually."
Xiao Yuanmu didn't speak, but just glanced at him slightly before he stepped out of the room.
I have read in the book before that Xiao Yuanmu's cooking skills are very good. Later, one of his seven boyfriends was crazy about him because of eating a bowl of plain noodles. At that time, Song Yehe just sneered, sneered at it, and felt that the author didn't need any discipline and logic to send Xiao Yuanmu a man.
But after really eating Xiao Yuanmu's noodles, Song Yonghe felt that he should apologize for his youthfulness and sit down and watch the sky. He can use his own tasteful guarantee for twenty-two years. This is something he has eaten in his life. Best bowl of tomato egg noodles!
If he can only eat one dish in his life, he really wants to eat Xiao Nianmu's noodles for the next three meals a day!
Song Yanhe was very gentle when eating, sitting upright, and eating quietly with her eyes down. Even when eating noodles, it was difficult to hear any indecent sounds, but I do n’t know why. Xiao Yuanmu had no appetite. After seeing him chopsticks and chopsticks eating his noodles, he felt like he was hungry.
Moreover, watching Song Yan and raising his head from the noodle bowl, he looked at him with a pair of bright eyes, telling him very seriously that when he was "delicious", he suddenly developed a kind of food. If he said that he still wanted to eat, He immediately gave him the urge to give another bowl.
Song Yanhe did n’t say that he wanted to eat, although he really felt that he could eat again, but he was very self-aware, and had long established the basic policy of absolutely not blocking Xiao Xiaogang except for the plot that must go. The future will not become more miserable, even if he wants to eat, he can only hold it.
For Song Yihe, eating perfect food and giving feedback to the food maker is just a casual little habit. His mother is a very famous star chef. When he did not learn table manners, his parents taught him that he must respect the food at every entrance, and must respect the people who make delicious food.
This is Song Haohe's habit that has been rooted in his bones since he could talk. So even after saying this, Song Haohe never thought whether his sentence was in line with the original owner ’s design. After all, this matter for him It's too natural, just like eating Chinese food with chopsticks and Western food with fork and knife. Following the most basic rules, you don't need to think about it.
After eating rice, Song Yunhe was sitting on the sofa, looking at Xiao Yuanmu's back in the dishes, his fingers were agitated slightly on the pillow.
Thinking of waiting for him to hold Xiao Yuanmu and forcibly treat him, his legs and stomach became weak. Although he knew that he would not succeed, he was still a little irritated. After all, he and Xiao Yuanmu were in the physical shape. If Xiao What to do when Yuan Mu discounted his legs.
However, this is a major plot, even if Xiao Yuanmu interrupted his leg, he had to go.
When Xiao Yuanmu came out of the kitchen, he saw Song Ye and cross-legged hugging the pillow on the sofa, and pursed his lips gently, not knowing what he was thinking. The low, thick eyelashes left a shadow under the eyelids, probably because The relationship between the sofa was too large and too soft, Song Ye and the whole person were trapped inside, looking inexplicably innocent and pathetic.
However, Xiao Yuanmu knew that this was just an illusion.
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