His Overlord Omega

Chapter 37 Confession

Zhang Han helped Song Yang dry the shoes. Song Yang wanted to take them and put them on, but Zhang Han didn't give them to him. Instead, he paused and bent down slowly.

He wants to help Song Yang put on the shoes with his own hands!

Although this process is only a short dozen seconds, the psychological activities of the two people are so rich that it is obviously enough to write a book.

Last night in Zhang Han's bedroom, Zhang Han couldn't remember the kissing in Zhang Han's bedroom because he was in estrus and his consciousness was fuzzy. But when he was most helpless, Song Yang was his only hope and light. Li has classified Song Yang from a friend to a close person.

When he fell from the sky, it was Song Yang who sacrificed his life to protect him; when he was sick and unconscious in the cave, only Song Yang was by his side all the time.The long-term companionship made Zhang Han gradually develop a vague emotion towards Song Yang.

How should I put it, Zhang Han began to care more about Song Yang, wanting to know more about Song Yang.So much so that when Song Yang stroked his forehead and called him baby, Zhang Han no longer felt disgusted, and even had a bit of eager anticipation.

Therefore, when Zhang Han bent down to help Song Yang put on his shoes, the two of them obviously didn't say anything, let alone any other intimate gestures. Zhang Han's chest was so tight that he couldn't breathe. When Yang tied up his shoelaces, Zhang Han's face was almost red to the base of his ears.

Song Yang is obviously not more relaxed than Zhang Han. When his most beloved baby is doing such intimate things as putting on shoes for him, Song Yang's body is almost stiff and unable to move, and his heart can be said to be full of mixed feelings.

He didn't know whether he should be happy or feel distressed.After such a long time, Zhang Han finally had some meaning to himself. He got what he wanted, so it stands to reason that he should be happy.

But he was a little unspeakably distressed, he was feeling sorry for his Zhang Han, he was good to Zhang Han, because Zhang Han was his white moonlight when he was young, and the morning star when he was an adult, he never thought of getting from Zhang Han. Han got a little bit of return from there.

Therefore, when he saw the clumsy Zhang Han racking his brains to be nice to himself, and even adopted such an undignified way, he felt bitterness and bitterness suddenly in his heart.

As Zhang Han helped Song Yang fasten his shoelaces and put on his shoes, the two of them raised their heads almost at the same time, breathing in the clear and cool air, as if they had received an amnesty.

When their eyes met each other's eyes, they both felt a little embarrassed. It took a long time for the blush on their faces to disappear.

Song Yang wore the shoes that Zhang Han had dried, and suddenly felt warm on his body, and this warmth spread to the bottom of his heart.

Zhang Han instantly felt embarrassed to death. He secretly regretted his stupid behavior just now, and felt that he was like a little daughter-in-law who wanted to send her husband far away. No, I was too reckless just now.

Even if, even if I have a little liking for Song Yang now, but people don't necessarily have that kind of thinking about me, maybe the kindness he treats me is just the kind he treats his friends, Zhang Han Zhang Han, stop being sentimental.

The little flame of love that just appeared in Zhang Han's heart was snuffed out by himself.

When Zhang Han was thinking about this, Song Yang had already got up and walked to the middle of the lake to go fishing.

As far as Zhang Han can see, among the boundless capped mountains, a tall and handsome man is stepping on the boundless snowy field near the sea, with a vast expanse of white clouds and sky above his head, the high-hanging sun sprinkled the ground with brilliant and bright warm yellow, and the autumn snow that is about to melt Reflecting the light spots of the stars, the figure of the man is set off more and more brilliantly.

Zhang Han blinked, this was almost the most beautiful scene he had ever seen.

Zhang Han stared at Song Yang curiously. He really wanted to know what method Song Yang was going to use to catch fish without any tools.

I saw Song Yang kneeling on one knee, with his right hand resting on the white snow. His eyes were tightly closed and his brows were slightly closed, as if he was angry, but also as if he was just thinking.

Then, a round of dazzling light appeared on Song Yang's right hand, and the surrounding snow water instantly melted, evaporated, and disappeared without a trace, and then a large transparent ice surface was exposed in the field of vision.Song Yang's palm ignited a raging fire, and as he got up and retreated, the fire gradually turned into a violent pillar of fire, almost making it hard for anyone watching to open their eyes.

Zhang Han narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the past, while Song Yang took a step back, and the ice formed by the pillar of fire burning on the thick ice layer expanded accordingly. When the diameter of the ice hole reached about one meter, Song Yang gently Clenching his fist, the eye-catching pillar of fire disappeared in an instant, as if being tightly held by Song Yang.

Zhang Han couldn't hold back his curiosity, so he got up and took a closer look, and saw that the entrance of the ice cave was crowded with a group of fat lake fish, one by one scrambling to poke their heads out, opening and closing their mouths, using their gills. Breathe the fresh oxygen dissolved in the water at the mouth of the cave.

This was not enough, several huge fish jumped out scramblingly, their heavy bodies suddenly compacted the thick snow around the cave entrance, wrapped in a heavy layer of snow, and could no longer cross the front of the cave. Snowwall is back in the lake.

Song Yang picked up the two fattest carp among them, and released the other carp back into the lake. In order to prevent the other fish from jumping out onto the snow again, and suffocated to death because they couldn't jump back, Song Yang deliberately put the carp back into the lake. The snow near the entrance of the cave was swept away with fire.

Aware of Zhang Han's eager gaze, Song Yang waved at Zhang Han, showed a big smile, and strode back.

The two sat cross-legged on the stone. Song Yang was in charge of a series of complicated cleaning tasks before eating fish, while Zhang Han found two clean branches of appropriate thickness.

Song Yang skewered the two cleaned big fat carp on the branches, found some wood, and lit a bonfire. Song Yang asked Zhang Han to grill the fish first, and stood up by himself.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Han asked curiously.

"You are growing up, so why not just eat fish, I have to find something else for you to eat." Song Yang deliberately teased him.

"I will be 25 after the new year, what kind of body do I have?" Zhang Han felt helpless.

"Okay, okay, then we won't grow taller." Song Yang touched Zhang Han's head and smiled, "If it grows any longer, I won't be able to hold you with one hand~"

"Fuck you!" Zhang Han was irritated by him, but because he was holding two heavy wooden sticks with grilled fish in his hands, he couldn't separate his hands to beat him, so he pouted, "Get out!"

"Hey!" Song Yang smiled as if he was taking advantage, while whistling leisurely to look for food.

"Come back sooner," Zhang Han shouted from a long distance away, "If you don't come back, I'll eat your piece!"

The corners of Song Yang's mouth curled up slightly, and he said to tell me to get lost, but he didn't want me to come back sooner.

Duplicity, oh, man!

There was a slight crackling sound from the fire, and Zhang Han was sitting alone on a small stone bench with his arms raised to grill the fish. After a while, he felt that his two little arms were sore and numb.

However, the more troublesome thing for Zhang Han is that he doesn't know how to judge whether the fish is cooked or not.

While Zhang Han was worried that the fish would burn, he didn't want Song Yang to eat a burnt fish when he was hungry.On the other hand, he wondered if the fire was too small. He wanted Song Yang to eat the fish he had grilled as soon as he came back later.

"Ah..." Zhang Han's delicate face was full of melancholy, he really admired Song Yang from the bottom of his heart now, and all the previous hostility and contempt towards Song Yang were wiped away.

If it was Song Yang, he would definitely not be troubled by such a simple thing as grilling fish.

In Zhang Han's mind, Song Yang is now almost an omnipotent image. He can cook, fly a helicopter, heal himself, no matter what, it seems that as long as Zhang Han needs Song Yang, Song Yang will do.

Moreover, Song Yang is not only omnipotent, the key point is that he has a good temper and is handsome. Zhang Han has to admit that Song Yang is not inferior to him even in the acting skills that he has always been proud of.

Alas...Song Yang is so good, I really don't know which little girl will be cheaper in the future, Zhang Han feels sore.

"Yo, what is my baby thinking, why are you still frowning?" Song Yang's voice came from behind Zhang Han.

"Who, who is your baby!" Zhang Han blushed.

He calls himself baby, what does that mean, does he like himself too?Thinking of this, Zhang Han's heart trembled unavoidably.

No, no, Zhang Han dismissed his idea again, and the person he was close to made a joke, and called out baby, which didn’t seem to explain anything...

Zhang Han was in a mess.

"What did you bring back?" Zhang Han asked.

"Here, Dangdangdang—dangdang" Song Yang stretched out his hand behind his back to show Zhang Han, holding a very fat and large sweet potato, which made people feel very appetizing at first glance.

Zhang Han licked his lips.

"Take it..." Song Yang handed the big sweet potato to Zhang Han, heh!Really heavy enough.

Zhang Han, who had been hungry for a long time, had green eyes.

"Don't worry, there are more." Song Yang looked at Zhang Han's greedy face, reached out his hand and took out a large handful of chestnuts from his coat pocket and trouser pocket.

"Wow, it's chestnuts!" Zhang Hanxi smiled.

He is really a snack, a handful of chestnuts can make him happy, Song Yang thought "very comforting".

"How can there be chestnuts in this wilderness?" Zhang Han held his hands, and took the chestnuts handed over by Song Yang with his legs crossed, and did not forget to ask.

"Hmph, this is a secret." Song Yang deliberately teased him.

"Secret or not, tell me quickly, if you don't tell me, I won't give you the grilled fish." Zhang Han shook the grilled fish in his hand, threatening.

Zhang Han, how could he be so cute.Song Yang raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, "Don't, don't, brother, let me say what I say."

"Hmph, that's about the same."

"Actually," Song Yang was mysterious and guilty, "I stole it from the squirrel."

"Squirrel?" Zhang Han opened his eyes wide, "What squirrel?"

"Oh, it's the one, two, three, four, five, who went up the mountain to hunt the tiger, but the tiger didn't catch the squirrel, but the little squirrel." Song Yang patiently explained to him, "I dug up the grain that the squirrel buried in the ground, fresh , not bad yet."

"Look at what you can do." Zhang Han finally came to his senses, and he still refused to forgive.

"You, how can you steal things? Anyone who steals squirrels is also stealing. As long as it is stealing, it is immoral." Zhang Han deliberately made things difficult for him, Song Yang, and said it righteously.

"Oh," Song Yang raised his eyebrows, "Isn't it immoral as long as it's stealing?"

"That, that's natural!"

"But you have also stolen things, so what should you count?"

"You're talking nonsense," Zhang Han jumped into the trap as soon as he got agitated, and he argued with a bit of sullen expression, "When did I ever steal something, how can you accuse someone so innocent!"

"You really have." Song Yang's face was calm.

"Then tell me, what did I steal?"

The warm sun at noon was slowly falling, outlining Song Yang's tall and straight figure and extremely handsome facial contours.

"My, my, heart." Song Yang put his right hand over his heart, with a serious face, and said word by word.

The author has something to say:

Ahhh! The 12-year long-distance love race is finally about to usher in the dawn of victory Liao~

I am very happy writing this, I ate an extra meal or two for dinner! ! !

Thank you, thank you everyone, those who can see here are definitely little angels who have true love for Wenwen.

This is the first time I write an article, the writing style is very clumsy, the rhythm is not well grasped, and the logic is not logical (in fact, there is no logic at all orz)

But everyone still read my 12-word foot wrap, I am really super happy, thank you very much.

Without you all, I definitely wouldn't be able to hold on.

I will continue to work hard, in all aspects, and I will definitely live up to everyone's love for me! ! !