Song Yingsheng, who was exhausted and had no idea of ​​cleaning, finally gave up after applying a few dusts.

"I will find a way to get into the guard later. No, my room... If it doesn't work, I can only sleep on the sofa..." Song Yingsheng looked at the chaotic guest room and said weakly.

At this time, Song's mother's rice was cooked, and Song Yingsheng went to have a meal. The food was not very rich, it was just an ordinary home-cooked meal. However, Yun Hu'an was very happy and kept praising the deliciousness of Song's mother, which made the woman couldn't help but laugh a few times.

"By the way, mom, where is my dad?" As he ate, Song Yingsheng asked his mother. He thought they had eaten before they could wait for their father, but after eating for more than ten minutes, his father had asked this question before he came back.

"He is going down the mountain to talk about business. He should not come back tomorrow. Then, let him meet Hu'an." The mother picked up orders for Yun Hu'an with chopsticks and said at the same time.

According to Song Yingsheng's memory, his father seemed to have never met Yun Hu'an much, so this time we met should be for the sake of preparations in the future.

Then he nodded and continued to keep silent because Yun Huan and his mother were in communication and had no room for interruption at all, so he had to shut up.

But he was undoubtedly a little puzzled. As his son, he did well in the college entrance examination. Shouldn’t he encourage a mother? Moreover, wouldn’t he pay attention to what university I chose? It’s very strange, very strange.

After a while, Song Yingsheng, who had not chatted and was concentrating on eating, quickly cleaned the food, put down his bowl and said, "I'm done."

Yun Huan also put down his bowl at the same time, helped to pack up the dishes, and said to Song's mother: "Auntie, let me wash the dishes."

"How is this possible?" Song's mother quickly took the dishes in her hand: "Daughter, if you want to wash it, it should be Song Yingsheng's stinky brat. How could it be you!"

"It's okay..." Yun Huan smiled and said, "It's just a small matter."

"But have you forgotten what I said before? Men cannot be tolerated." Song's mother taught her experience like her life tutor, and then looked at Song Yingsheng: "You are the same. She actually didn't say anything when she saw the guardian washing dishes. Then you can wash dishes tonight!"

"Ah, why?" Song Yingsheng only felt that he was shot while lying down. He quickly wiped his mouth with a tissue, and then immediately said, "Mom, I want to clean up the room."

"So what?"

"That means I don't have time, so don't let me wash dishes." Song Yingsheng said, and decided to adopt the thirty-six strategies, leaving the best strategy, and ran away directly from the dining room. So Song's mother looked at the back and couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't move." She stopped Yun Hu'an, who wanted to go to the kitchen to wash dishes: "You can't go, I'd better wash dishes. My daughter, I'm sorry for you. I actually want to be with such a man."

"I'm fine..." Yun Hu'an's cheeks flushed a little bit: "He usually helps with housework, but sometimes he's a little lazy."

"This is not a bit called it. Since I was a child, I helped him with the housework. He never shared much. It was my fault to let him have such a personality." Song's mother sighed while packing the dishes and chopsticks back into the kitchen.

"Then I will urge him." Yun Hu'an put his hands on his thighs and shouted to the kitchen.

"Ha, then I'll ask you, protect you." Song's mother continued her sigh and said, "If you are really bullied, tell your mother, she will stand up for you."

"Yes, uncle...mom." Yun Huan swept his hair aside and whispered this sentence.

No one knows what conversations they had before. Anyway, if Song Yingsheng heard them, he would definitely think there was something wrong.

As for where he is now? Of course, he went to other places. The entire Song Yingsheng's house is divided into three floors, of which the second and third floors are used for living, and the first floor, that is, underground, is used for idle purposes. It was originally intended to be used for shops, but for some reasons, there was no decoration here. Now, it is mostly to let relatives gather together during the Chinese New Year.

On the second floor, there are the master room, dining room, kitchen, etc. Song Yingsheng's room, study room, etc. are all on the third floor. There are about three toilets on each floor. So at the Song family, you will not have to urinate and have no place to go. Instead, if you take a bath, you may have to wait, because there is only the bathroom in the master room, as well as the bathroom in Song Yingsheng's room, which has bathtub and other devices.

Song Yingsheng once thought that if he got married, he might be a wedding house. However, as he went to study in Shenzhen and Hong Kong, the idea gradually dissipated. Until he got to know Yun Hu'an and made up his mind, this idea became even more impossible to realize.

On the third floor, Song Yingsheng looked at his home again. It was familiar and unfamiliar. As he walked, he came to his room again. Now it should be where Yun Hu lived. He opened the drawer and found the pillow he bought. He couldn't help but blush. Fortunately-

I didn't buy anything 18+, otherwise I would probably die in society.

He looked at his bed again, as if he was ready. Song Yingsheng had been sleeping in a double bed. He didn't lie on it, but just sighed for the cleanliness inside. Then he walked to the study and looked for his old computer. Because he had not updated it, this thing was still win7, and even the configuration a few years ago, which was a bit garbage.

Sitting there, Song Yingsheng decided not to clean up the guest room. There was so much dust that he couldn't finish it. He was lazy and did not have the perseverance. He had to think of a way to get into the guardian.

I immediately decided to hide here. Anyway, my mother would definitely fall asleep. At that time, the only thing I had to deal with was Yun Hu'an. She was so easy to be deceived by me and was soft-hearted, so she would definitely agree.

Song Yingsheng couldn't help but smile.

Sure enough, after an hour or two, Yun Hu'an came from the second floor. She walked into the room and closed the door. Song Yingsheng looked at the second floor.

I saw that there was extremely darkness and no trace of anyone. Song Yingsheng went downstairs and saw that it was obvious that his mother was going to sleep. Song Yingsheng returned to the third floor and knocked on the door softly at himself, or Yun Hu'an's room, and whispered: "It's me, Hu'an."

"What's wrong, Brother Ying Sheng." Yun Hu'an was a little confused behind the door, as if he thought of what Song's mother said to her, and responded: "Is there anything you need to ask me?"

"Call me to chat with you. How is my bed feeling? Are you okay?" Song Yingsheng planned to take a slow offensive to try to open her heart.

However, unexpectedly, Yun Huan said directly: "I'm very good, Brother Ying Sheng, I'm going to take a shower, let's talk later."

Then she didn't hear her voice again. Song Yingsheng tried to open the door, but found that Yun Hu'an had locked the door!

"It's not that cruel...Guan..." Song Yingsheng couldn't help but open his mouth and knocked at the door a few more times, but Yun Huan no longer paid attention to him.
Chapter completed!