After being dedicated to the villain

Chapter 17

Song Sijin kissed very hard, almost hitting, Duan Lingyao blushed.

The kiss was a little crooked, the watermelon juice from the corner of Duan Lingyao's mouth touched his lips, and he sipped it, the taste was indeed very sweet.

"Kiss." Song Sijin whispered, "Don't be angry."

Half of the watermelon in Duan Lingyao's hand fell to the ground, and his eyes widened.

His eyes were originally big and round, but now they are more black and white, the pupils are filled with watery light, reflecting Song Sijin's obedient and honest appearance, much like a pampered cat that is suddenly frightened.

Duan Lingyao's reaction was unexpected, and Song Sijin said nervously, "You asked me to kiss."

Duan Lingyao gritted his teeth: "Yeah, if I tell you to kiss you, you're really obedient."

Song Sijin hurriedly invited Chong: "I will always be obedient."

Duan Lingyao: "..."

"The watermelon fell on the ground." Song Sijin picked it up and carried it into his arms, tentatively said, "It's dirty, don't eat it, give it to me."

Only the rind of the melon hit the ground, but the flesh was still good, Song Sijin couldn't bear it.Watermelons are very expensive at this time, and he can't afford a second one.

Duan Lingyao took a deep breath, and looked out of the window: "It's up to you."

So Song Sijin ate contentedly.

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When walking to the downtown area, Song Sijin realized later that he forgot to ask Duan Lingyao what he was going to do today.

He was concerned about whether Duan Lingyao would be angry with him.

After asking, I found out that today is the opening of Fang Yingjun's new restaurant, and I specially invited Duan Lingyao to have dinner.Thinking about meeting Song Sijin, the group of young masters from last time, gave me a headache, but they were all here, so they couldn't escape.

Song Sijin worriedly followed Duan Lingyao, went into the private room to meet people, and slowly realized that Duan Lingyao's new friends treated him much more politely than last time.

We are still not familiar with each other, we are not the same kind of people, and we don't have the idea of ​​a deep friendship, at least on the surface.

I don't know if it was because there was no Cai Jizhang in this group, or because of Duan Lingyao, but this time no one found fault with Song Sijin, which made him very relieved.

But Duan Lingyao didn't know what was wrong, his mood improved when he ate the watermelon, but now he was inexplicably awkward.

He ignored Song Sijin's flattery, Song Sijin habitually asked him what he wanted to eat but pretended not to hear, and always avoided looking.

That's good too, Song Sijin eats by himself and doesn't have to wait on Duan Lingyao. The efficiency of eating is much higher. The restaurant's dishes are very delicious, and he is very satisfied.

At the end of the meal, Xiaoer sent a stack of fruit plates and a stack of pastries.

The stack of pastries is sweet and soft, showing an attractive honey color. The chopsticks are poked up and soft, and when you put a piece in your mouth, the taste is amazing.

Duan Lingyao likes it very much. It tastes not very sweet, and the aroma is very rich, and it doesn't choke your throat like ordinary pastries.

"Your restaurant makes good dim sum."

Fang Yingjun smiled and said: "I'm ashamed to say that this is not my family's signature dish, it is bought from Song's pastry shop. Just now I saw that the little father-in-law has a poor appetite, maybe my cook is not as good as Yaojing's. It’s also the host, how can I tell the young man to go back hungry. After thinking about it, I guessed that you might like this, so I bought it back.”

Duan Lingyao really liked it, and his eyes narrowed in satisfaction: "What's this called?"

"Cotton cakes are said to taste soft like cotton, hence the name."

Another person echoed, "Everyone in Changxi City loves Song's snacks. His pastry shop was supposed to be closed, but it suddenly became the largest pastry shop in Changxi City. Hey, look at what I said What's the point of this, the second son of the Song family is right here, second son of the Song family, does your pastry shop still have new dim sum coming out?"

Song Sijin put down his chopsticks and shook his head: "I don't know too well."

The man stopped asking.

Everyone at the table ate the plate of cotton cakes, but Song Sijin didn't move his chopsticks. Fang Yingjun smiled and said, "Why doesn't the second son of Song try a piece? Are you tired of eating at home?"

Song Sijin smiled shyly, and responded vaguely.

Duan Lingyao slowly brought over a piece of watermelon on the fruit plate, still not looking at Song Sijin: "He just likes to eat this."

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The meal lasted until the afternoon. When leaving, Song Sijin walked down the stairs slowly.

The fierce sunlight shone obliquely on the stairs, as if it shone the flames in together, and it was scalding hot when it touched it.

Duan Lingyao walked in front of Song Sijin, bouncing and half-hopping down the stairs, flicking the high ponytail behind his head, and the scorching sun shone down on him, making his jet-black hair reflect a brown-gold luster.

As if dazzled by the light, he was so hot that he shook his head and his ponytail followed suit.

Thinking of Duan Lingyao's inexplicable quarrel and no chance to show it at the dinner table, Song Sijin decided to show it now.

He covered Duan Lingyao's head with his sleeve, but Duan Lingyao didn't notice it until he jumped to the flat ground, Song Sijin walked down, and the sleeve inevitably touched Duan Lingyao's head.

Duan Lingyao turned his head suddenly, Song Sijin hurriedly raised his hand.

"What are you doing!" the boy in red raised his voice in anger.

Song Sijin was confused: "Meet you? Then I'll raise it up a bit."

But it didn't help when he stood on tiptoe, Duan Lingyao's beautiful face as bright as a phoenix flower really seemed to be on fire, and he slapped his hand away angrily: "If you dare to secretly make gestures about my height, I will beat you up!"

Song Sijin was really, really innocent: "No...my little prince, wait for me."

Duan Lingyao rushed out, jumped into the car nimbly, and Song Sijin followed in nervously. Duan Lingyao was already sitting upright with his arms folded and looking ahead.

Song Sijin reflected silently, and after a long time of reflection, he did not come up with any results, and did not understand why he was getting worse and worse.

Avoiding Duan Lingyao, he is not happy, obeying his orders, he is not happy, and taking the initiative to treat him well, he is still not happy.

How can it be so difficult to please someone.

Can you replace Mr. Song?

Song Sijin was wondering when Duan Lingyao suddenly opened his mouth. He still folded his arms with a serious face and raised his chin slightly, showing a very magnanimous and reserved gesture: "The man in our family is said to be not tall when he was young. By ten o'clock it was getting longer and faster."

Song Sijin: "Oh."

Duan Lingyao: "When my second brother was younger, he was shorter than I am now, but after his weak crown, he is six feet tall!"

Song Sijin: "It's amazing."

Duan Lingyao: "So I will definitely be taller than you in the future!"

Song Sijin said weakly: "But I didn't say you are short."

"You have it!" Duan Lingyao frowned in an instant, almost jumped up from the seat, his face sank, "You still make gestures secretly, isn't it just a little taller than me, I will grow longer in the future!"

Song Sijin: "?"

Song Sijin: "I really didn't, young master, please listen to my explanation!"

He hastily explained that he just wanted to cover him from the sun out of good intentions, and absolutely didn't mean to offend the great image of the little father-in-law at all. He apologized and praised with all his might in a soft voice, finally coaxing Duan Lingyao to not be so angry.

Duan Lingyao's sharp chin was raised higher and higher, and he squinted at him arrogantly, deliberately making things difficult: "Even if you don't have the heart, your behavior has already offended my young master. Tell me, how are you going to make amends."

Song Sijin: "I don't know either, or else, the young man can decide, and I will listen to you."

Instead of saying it myself, I don't know how Duan Lingyao will criticize him. Anyway, he can't resist him, so I just leave it to Duan Lingyao to deal with it.

Duan Lingyao rubbed his chin, narrowed his eyes and said, "Since you repent so sincerely, I'll help you think about it."

This thought is all the way, he has been silent, just looking at his expression, it is obvious that he has been thinking.

In view of Duan Lingyao's full stomach, Song Sijin was miserable every time he wanted to recruit Song Sijin, so along the way, Song Sijin's heart was like frying in a frying pan.

When it was almost cooked, Duan Lingyao finally made up his mind when he arrived at the Song Mansion.

"Don't you know how to carve small wooden figures? Carve one for me." Duan Lingyao seemed to just mention it casually, "Since it's an apology, carve it well."

Song Sijin said in surprise, "Is that all right?"

Duan Lingyao frowned, and asked, "Why are you so surprised?"

It can't be said that he was particularly surprised, but when he got the answer, Song Sijin's dull head uncontrollably recalled the days when the two got along.

Duan Lingyao is indeed scary, but it seems that...he still doesn't understand some things, but his intuition has already given the answer, so he blurted out subconsciously: "I just think that you don't seem to be as bad as everyone said."

After the words came out, Song Sijin felt something was wrong, and he looked at Duan Lingyao uneasily.

For a moment, the spoiled expression on Duan Lingyao's face suddenly became blank, and the corners of his lips moved, which was forcibly suppressed again.

At this moment, not only Song Sijin was looking at Duan Lingyao, but Duan Lingyao was also looking at Song Sijin.

People often look different in the eyes of different people, what is true and what is false, maybe even I can't tell.

Duan Lingyao stared straight at it for a while, and Song Sijin lowered his head and lowered his eyes, not daring to look at him, and suddenly laughed arrogantly: "It turns out that Second Brother Song thinks I'm not bad enough, so are you going to chop off a hand or dig me up?" One eye or take it off and tell me to have a good time?"

"No, that's enough, that's enough." Song Sijin was terrified by him, and quickly responded. He knew that his craftsmanship was not very delicate, it was just a hobby for self-relieving in his spare time, and he had never learned from a master. .

It's strange that Duan Lingyao wants it, but if he wants it, he must give it.

"I'll carve you one on a horse, okay? It must be very powerful." Song Sijin was afraid that he would come to something else, so he hurriedly tried to squeeze out a flattering smile, but his eyes were timidly hiding back, showing that he was not so sincere .

"No, I just want to see myself in the mirror, so just carve me..." Duan Lingyao said casually, "Just carve you!"

Song Sijin suspected that he heard it wrong: "Me?"

"Yes." Duan Lingyao said happily, "When the time comes, I will vent my anger with a wooden doll, so as not to kill you once or twice, and Zhao Xiaozhi should go back to Beijing to file a complaint."

Song Sijin: "Oh." I see.

The author says:

感谢在2022-07-1317:55:12-2022-07-1417:54:56期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: holowin1;

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!