I don't think the plot is right!

Chapter 27

"Why so long~" Fang Jiashu sat on the ground holding Baxi and asked.

The child sat on the ground again!Song Yuan felt distressed and tried to pull him up.

"Hey~ Don't touch me, you're late, I have Baxi now~" Fang Jiashu hugged Baxi tightly and began to play tricks.

Song Yuan smiled without saying a word, got up and took out a bag of cat food.

Baxi's eyes lit up, and she quickly broke away from Fang Jiashu and ran to Song Yuan's feet to rub against him.

Fang Jiashu still maintained the posture of sitting on the ground and hugging the cat, but the cat had been replaced by a ball of air.

Song Yuan smiled and hugged him: "Now you only have me."

Before Fang Jiashu wanted to break free, Song Yuan took out a small silver-gray envelope from his pocket and handed it to him, saying, "A Christmas present for you."

Sure enough, Fang Jiashu's face turned red with excitement, and he quickly opened the envelope but only saw a note: [The first step to get a gift: Get in the car with Song Yuan obediently and go out. ]

Didn't I just want to go out and play!You have to hang on to your curiosity like this...

Even though I thought so, I was so happy that I could even walk faster.

Unexpectedly, Song Yuan drove farther and farther, and it was already a place Fang Jiashu didn't know.

Seeing Fang Jiashu puzzled, Wang Wang and Song Yuan teased him and said, "Don't look, I'm going to sell you, that's right."

"No one thinks I'm valuable except you." Fang Jiashu replied sternly.

... Xiaoshu is becoming more and more proficient at flirting, and if this continues, he really can't be cured anymore. ——Song Yuan's expression became serious with bewilderment.

Fang Jiashu, who fell asleep a few hours later, was awakened by the sound of the waves, and when he opened his eyes, Song Yuan was staring at him with his head propped up.

"It's already here, I can't bear to wake you up." Song Yuan said with a smile, but his expression was a little tired.

Fang Jiashu rubbed his eyes and looked outside in disbelief—it was the sea!Just kidding, it was pitch black.

But the sound is definitely the sound of the waves...

Looking at Fang Jiashu's dazed look that seemed to be awake, Song Yuan kindly explained: "Go back to the hotel when it gets dark, and I'll show you the sea tomorrow."

Fang Jiashu nodded, then shook his head again.The last time I went to the beach was more than ten years ago. Since I am here this time, I must go to the beach as soon as possible.With that in mind, he opened the car door and ran to the beach.

Song Yuan had been busy for a whole day and didn't stop. He only bowed his head. Fang Jiashu's coat was still there and then disappeared.

He could vaguely see that person limping happily, and when he approached, he was hugged by this person. Song Yuan originally wanted to scold him, but he lost his temper.

The seaside is too cold in winter, not to mention going into the sea, there are almost no people on the beach.But after putting on his coat and scarf, the man had no intention of going back to the hotel, and was blown by the sea breeze with his eyes closed and a smirk.

Unable to hold back, he lowered his head and kissed. The person in his arms seemed to be so happy, it was rare to respond enthusiastically.Of course Song Yuan wanted to go back to the hotel more at this time, but Fang Jiashu refused to leave like he couldn't get enough of the sea.

Song Yuan had no choice but to say: "Go back quickly, do you still want a gift?" In fact, he was afraid of the cold wind, which made his legs uncomfortable.

But Fang Jiashu turned his head and looked at Song Yuan steadfastly. Even in the dim light, Song Yuan would always remember his bright eyes and his words: "You are the best gift."

Of course, if you dare to say such a thing, you will end up being carried back to the hotel.

Fang Jiashu was startled when he opened the door of the room, and a large bouquet of roses was placed on the dressing table in the corridor.

"It's too vulgar~" He said so, but he still happily went to hold the flowers to check.

Only then did I find another small envelope behind the bouquet.

Looking back at Song Yuan's sly smile, Fang Jiashu quickly opened the envelope: [The second step of getting the gift: go to the bed to find usable props. ]

Do...props?An ominous premonition filled Fang Jiashu's heart, but he still moved silently to the bedroom.

What catches the eye is the "Little Tree Merry Christmas~" made of rose petals

Fang Jiashu heaved a sigh of relief and lifted the quilt, but his eyes widened in surprise at the messy things hidden underneath.

Song Yuan walked in with a relaxed smile, leaned against the wall and said slowly: "Choose, I don't know what you like, so I bought all of them on purpose."

Fang Jiashu looked up at him, and then looked down at the things on the bed... (the names of the props were deleted from the net)... completely understood the situation he was in now...

"Do you want me to help you choose?" Song Yuan asked with a smile.

Fang Jiashu nodded and shook his head, hesitating that Song Yuan had already pulled out the key from the bed.

I didn't bother to look carefully just now, so there is still a key!

Seeing his blushing like that, Song Yuan put the key into his hand and stopped embarrassing him.

Fang Jiashu tried his best to sort out his thoughts as quickly as possible, tried each cabinet, and finally found the next envelope in the bedside cabinet: [The third step of getting the gift: go to the bathroom with Song Yuan to take a bath]

"I don't want this gift anymore! You just want to take advantage of me, right?!" Fang Jiashu was so ashamed that he couldn't speak clearly again.

"That's right." Song Yuan smiled calmly: "Isn't it obvious enough?"

Although Fang Jiashu didn't know where to go, he turned around and wanted to run out.

Fortunately, Song Yuan reacted quickly, blocked the door and said: "Okay, if you want to get the gift, you must pass this step. It is really the last step."

"Really?" Fang Jiashu was too curious what the gift was.

Song Yuan nodded, and smiled at him seemingly innocently - but what I want to do later is not up to you.