Nonlinear Love

Su Lian hesitated for a few seconds, and then said slowly, It's not good to bother uncle at night, isn't it?

It's okay, he's also a night owl and hasn't slept yet. Chi Wang said with great interest, My dad heard that you wanted to help me with my homework at night, and was so moved that he said he would deal with it immediately.

He's quite good at making excuses, and he'll come when he opens his mouth.

Knocked on the sofa with his fingers, Su Lian looked at the person with a half-smile but not a smile: Want to make up the class? Okay, come, take out the book.

It was obvious that he was sitting and standing, but Chi Wang had no aura, and he felt a chill all over his body.

Late-night make-up lessons are quite like something that a positive and uplifting teacher Xiao Su can do.

At this moment, I just wanted to raise my hand and give myself a slap, just now I was too complacent and digging holes for myself.

He smirked and pulled Su Lian up from the sofa, pushed him into the room, and quickly changed the subject: Aren't you taking care of your health? Go to bed early and go see your room?

Forced to be pushed into the house, Su Lian reluctantly sat on the bed, looking at the person with his legs down: My house is small, there are not many rooms, so I can sleep.

It is quite small, it looks only one meter two, and there is a small bookshelf next to it, the books are neatly arranged one by one, and there are few things in the room.

Chi Li's eyes fell on the old photo on the desk, and he walked over to pick it up and read: This is when you were a child? You are beautiful like a girl.

As expected of Su Daji, her eyes are raised, her eyebrows are beautiful, and she has the potential to bring disaster to the country and the people at a young age.

You fucking look like a girl. Su Lian was called Banhua at first because of his good looks when he was a child, and was very angry.

Later, his body was slashed, and he suddenly grew to a few meters and eighteen. His temperament also changed completely, and he escaped from that nightmare.

Su Lian was not in a good mood when he brought up the old things again, his fists clenched tightly, and he had the urge to beat someone.

He should have let this man stand outside all night and be soft-hearted.

I just said that casually. Chi Wang carefully put the photo back in its original position, and joked, I'm angry when I praise you for being good-looking.

Then let me praise you for your good looks, okay?

I know this, you don't need to tune it out.

Su Lian: ...

The sense of shame between people is really not the same.

His hair was already natural, so he lay on his side, facing the wall, and muttered, I'm sleeping, you can do it yourself.

Chi Juan raised his hand and took off his jacket, turned off his headlight, and leaned over.

His fingers touched the shoulder next to him, and his voice was very soft: Mr. Xiao Su.

Don't scream. Su Lian pulled the quilt up to cover his head, and replied coldly, I fell asleep.

So are you talking to me in my sleep now?

...

Shall we chat?

no talking.

I can't sleep, do you want to look at the moon?

Look at your uncle.

Su Lian sighed in his heart, sure enough, he should just let this man stand outside the door all night.

Don't you want to see the moon? The alleys are empty, and you can look up enough to see.

Chi Huang really couldn't sleep, and he didn't think he was squeamish, but this board was too hard, and the conditions were even tougher than that of the little punk in the Internet cafe.

He could understand why Su Lian was so sure that he could sleep on the sofa all night, but the sofa was too soft.

As the night got darker, Chi Li rolled over and over for more than ten laps, like a jerk, but still had no sleepiness.

The person next to him fell asleep, but kept clinging to the wall and moved himself as wide as possible. It seemed that he slept uncomfortably.

Chi Li stretched out his hand gently, rolled up the quilt and took it into his arms, leaning his head up, touching the soft strands of hair.

It was also strange that after a few hours of insomnia, he suddenly felt sleepy and fell asleep.

In the morning, Su Lian was woken up by a rustling sound of entering the door. He opened his eyes slightly, feeling that he was about to lose his breath.

Looking down, Chi Huang took him as a humanoid pillow and almost strangled him to death.

Just as he raised his hand to call someone, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open.

Have breakfast? I bought it... Su Huasheng held the doorknob and his eyes fell on the messy quilt. Such a small piece of bed actually squeezed two big men abruptly.

The quilt was messy, and the movement below could not be seen, only a pair of folded legs exposed outside.

The scene was very confusing for a time, and the remaining half of the words were stuck in the throat, and there was no text.

The scalp was numb, and Su Lian said slowly, Dad, this is... my classmate.

Su Huasheng nodded slowly, remembering the conversation he encountered in the alley, and his eyes wandered: I know, you are at the same table, Chiliang.

Su Lian: ?

You know that, damn it.

Before he could react, Chi Li opened his eyes slowly, turned over and stared blankly and had a face-to-face with the kindhearted person from last night.

Thinking of Su Lian's cry, he thought that it was too coincidental, and raised his voice doubtfully, Dad—?

Under the quilt, Su Lian raised his leg and kicked him, lowering his voice: What are you screaming?

Su Huasheng's expression was shocked. The urgent thing you said was to come to my house to sleep and meet a father by the way?

Chapter 29

I didn't wake up in the morning, so I followed Su Lian's words and took it. Chi Li raised his hand and wiped his face, covering his face.

Keep your mouth shut.

He glanced at Su Huasheng's face from the corner of his eye. The alley was dark last night, and he didn't pay much attention to his appearance. Only now did he realize that the eyebrows and eyes of the father and son were very similar, and even the somewhat indifferent aura was the same.