"Pick up my little cousin? Pick up the small... ”

After Ye Hewan heard Ye Mu's words, he muttered unconsciously.

Then, as if realizing something, he shouted "I'll go", and immediately rushed to the door at a high speed of 800 meters to the north slope.

As a result, as soon as it was opened, it collided with the "obstacle" in front of it.

"Assi, it hurts, who is it?"

Ye Hewan chattered while holding his head with his hands and looking up.

Half-squinting, I saw Song Zhihe lowering his eyes, wearing a black and white coat, standing at the door of her house, looking at her with a slight frown.

That look seemed to be full of disdain.

Disdain?!

Ye Hewan carefully recalled what happened within 24 hours ago, and was stunned that he didn't expect to be caught by this guy again.

Ye Hewan raised his head and was silent for a moment, cleared his throat, and looked at Song Zhihe who was about to say a few words, but a familiar immature child's voice came from his ears.

"Ye Hewan, you forgot to pick me up again!"

Ahh

Ye Hewan looked left and right, and finally after Song Zhihe pulled her sleeve and pointed in a certain direction.

Ye Hewan saw the little radish head standing behind Song Zhihe, who was carrying an Ultraman small schoolbag, a little chubby, and looking at her with resentment in his eyes.

Ye Hewan was stunned for a moment, and then squatted down with a smile and touched his little cousin's head, and the little hairstyle that was combed by others in three or two clicks was like an explosive head.

"Oh, it's not big or small, it's called sister!"

Xu Linnian struggled to slap away Ye Hewan's claws and wanted to slap him in the face.

Ye Hewan was quite naïve and fought with Xu Linnian.

The appearance of the three-year-old child, Song Zhi and his eyebrows jumped on the side.

He just wanted to speak, but Ye Hewan's voice full of doubts sounded first, "Song Zhihe, why is my little cousin with you?" ”

"Huh--"

Ye Hewan was shaken by this indebted sneer with an ominous premonition.

"Look at your phone and see what was the last message you sent to me on WeChat?"

It was obviously a scorching summer, but Ye Hewan heard the feeling of cold wind from Song Zhihe's voice, and the smile staring at her made Ye Hewan can't help but get goosebumps.

"Look, look, look, what's--"

[Black Scorpion, this is where my little cousin goes to the tutorial class, you finish training earlier than me, you will help pick it up first, and I will go to you when I am done! ] Salute! 】

Big deal.

Ye Hewan silently bit the unfinished words and swallowed them back into his stomach.

I'll go!

What's going on?

She's only fifteen years old, why is she so forgetful!

When did she send this message, why didn't she have any impression at all?!

In a blink of an eye, his face was full of flattering smiles, and he said sweetly: "I don't want to go home first, and clean up a children's room for my little master, isn't it?"

"Lie and have a long nose!"

Ye Hewan was halfway through his speech, but was interrupted by Xu Linnian's merciless angry glare.

“······”

Little kids aren't cute at all!

Song Zhiyu also smiled and didn't speak, I'll see how you perform.

As soon as he finished training tonight, he ran to the location that Ye Hewan told him to pick up Xu Linnian, but he waited for a long time.

The door of the tutoring class was also closed on a hot day, and there was no air conditioning, so the two stood by the telephone pole for more than half an hour.

I ate two popsicles so hot that I was not only sweating profusely, but I was also bitten by poisonous and vicious mosquitoes and was about to tickle on the street.

Finally, when the third popsicle was about to enter the mouth, under Xu Linnian's broken and complaining "Sister Pig".

Song Zhihe suddenly realized that this girl should not forget!

Sure enough, I called and asked He Runsheng again.

It was perfect!

Song Zhihe let out a long sigh, he had nothing to say about Ye He's pig memory that was fifteen years late and not even fifty years old.

"Dude, discuss something, I'll talk to your aunt, my lady Xu don't expose my shortcomings? Let's just say that you go and follow your brother and you just played with the rocking car downstairs, what's the matter? ”

Ye Hewan poked the chubby face of a certain little ball and discussed.

"Humph!"

The little chubby face "can't be lewd" put aside.

Immature!

You're just playing with a rocking car!

"Ultraman's latest model, the one I don't know or anything, I bought it!"

Ye Hewan thought about how long she could be talked about by Ms. Xu for forgetting to pick up the child, gritted her teeth, and decided to spend a huge amount of money to "bribe".

Song Zhihe frowned and looked at all this, and couldn't help but have doubts about the dialogue and operation of this half-big and one-small.

"Ye Hewan, don't teach--"

It's a pity that Song Zhi and the word "bad" were just about to come out, and there was a young and loud voice from a certain "rich and promiscious" child next to his ears.

"Auntie, your little darling is here!"

Ye Hewan looked at Xu Linnian, who ran into Ye's mother's arms, with an expression of "children can be taught", and nodded with satisfaction.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Song Zhihe at the door, and didn't forget to pat him on the shoulder: "Thank you for your hard work, brother!" Go back to bed early, bye! ”

When he was about to close the door, Ye Hewan seemed to suddenly realize that he couldn't treat his "benefactor" like this, and took a piece of sauce-flavored beef from the kitchen that had been packaged a long time ago and handed it to Song Zhihe.

Ye Hewan tilted his head and said "bye-bye", and closed the door leisurely.

Tired and tired to pick up the baby, he didn't get anything and was bitten by mosquitoes several big bags of Song: "······"

Oh, got a plate of beef.

It's outrageous.

······

Listening to her little nephew's explanation, Mother Ye looked at the well-behaved Ye Hewan suspiciously, and barely believed this statement.

However, Mother Ye still repeatedly told Ye Hewan to remember something, and when she went out with Xu Linnian, she should remember to take good care of him, and don't leave people behind!

I have to say that Ms. Xu is really the truth.

Ye He glanced at Xu Linnian, who was secretly sticking out his tongue at her in Ye's mother's arms, his face was extremely calm, and he secretly reminded him frantically.

Next time, you must remember - let Song Zhihe remind himself!

This way.

Song Zhihe used the key to open the door, but when the deadbolt was about to be opened, it suddenly stopped.

The key to unlock the lock was placed there, and he looked down at the door lock for several seconds.

Motionless, like a movie with the pause button down.

It's just that the movie can go on, and some things are suspended and uninterrupted.

"Click--"

As the lock opened, darkness grew.

The only light seemed to be a few rays of moonlight shining in through the window.

It's home, but it's colder than the night outside the door.

Song Zhihe suddenly laughed at himself.

I don't know what I'm expecting.

After putting down the skis, he turned on all the lights in the house, and skillfully walked to the dining table to pick up the food cooked by the nanny and aunt and put it in the microwave to heat it.

I saw the excuse written on the post-it note that I didn't know how many times, some people.

Song Zhihe crumpled the post-it note in annoyance, and wanted to tear it off as if he was venting.

But the action is a sudden.

Song Zhihe clutched the post-it note tightly, then closed his eyes and let go, throwing it into the trash can on the side.

"Ding--"

The sound of the microwave oven made Song Zhihe slowly open his eyes.

He took out the food and put it on the table, and just as he was about to sit down, he saw the plate of home-made sauce beef that Ye Hewan had just stuffed into him.

Song Zhihe was stunned for a moment.

Song Zhihe opened the box and put the sauced beef on the plate, inexplicably with a bit of homely atmosphere in the crowd of "cold rice leftovers".

In the huge living room, under the bright light of the crystal chandelier, the young man's back illuminated by the moonlight was faintly lonely.

The lights and candles are brilliant, but also hazy.

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Inspiration comes from reality, but there is no prototype~