• As promised.
• Ma Jiaqi works overtime on weekends. These days, Ma Jiaqi is so busy that he can't find time to manage Song Yaxuan at all, and Ding Chengxin only makes occasional video calls.
• Therefore, Song Yaxuan does not have to worry about Ma Jiaqi urging him to go home. Of course, when Song Yaxuan goes to He Junlin's house, Ma Jiaqi is also relieved.
• Song Yaxuan casually put on a white sweater and wide-leg pants and went out happily. Very well, the key was successfully forgotten on the table by Song Yaxuan.
• As soon as the door closed, Song Yaxuan rode a bicycle and hummed a small song to He Junlin's home.
• As soon as he arrived at the door, Song Yaxuan pressed the doorbell. Unexpectedly, Yan Haoxiang opened the door. Good guy, forget how Yan Haoxiang could miss the chance to be alone with He Junlin on the weekend.
• Sloppy, careless.
• Song Yaxuan froze at the door, looking at Yan Haoxiang awkwardly.
• He Junlin stuck out his head, He Junlin pointed at Yan Haoxiang, and reluctantly spread his hands.
• Song Yaxuan selectively ignored Yan Haoxiang's resentful little eyes, and was directly pulled into the living room by He Junlin, and Yan Haoxiang closed the door in resignation.
• 

  hejunlin

  "I told him to go back, but he didn't listen. He insisted that his knee was injured and needed to be taken care of."
• 

  hejunlin

  "His pitiful eyes, I... can't bear to refuse..."
• He Junlin whispered more and more, scratching his head in embarrassment.
• Song Yaxuan looked at He Junlin. He reluctantly postponed the opportunity to go to the amusement park with Liu Yaowen. Now, he did nothing, and Song Yaxuan sighed helplessly.
• 

  songyaxuan

  "Forget it, you have a lot of Brother Xuan, choose it next time."
• 

  songyaxuan

  "Anyway, there is still more than a month before Brother Xiang's birthday."
• He Junlin took Song Yaxuan's hand and nodded.
• Yan Haoxiang was squeezed aside, tore a piece of bread and stuffed it into his mouth, staring viciously at Song Yaxuan and He Junlin and biting his ears.
• Song Yaxuan noticed Yan Haoxiang's eyes, but he still moved sensibly. Liu Yaowen was not there now, so he had to compromise.
• 

  songyaxuan

  "I can't come for nothing, can I?"
• 

  songyaxuan

  "Let's go to the supermarket to buy the basics of the hot pot, and buy some more ingredients to make the hot pot to eat."
• Just as Yan Haoxiang was about to speak, He Junlin immediately agreed without any hesitation.
• Yan Haoxiang could only nod.
• 

  songyaxuan

  "There are so many people, I'll call someone."
• He Junlin also likes the fun and agreed. Yan Haoxiang likes He Junlin, so he naturally agreed. Song Yaxuan called excitedly.
• Song Yaxuan pulled Liu Yaowen's phone, and the other party also answered in seconds, as if waiting for Song Yaxuan's call.
• 

  liuyaowen

  Hello, Xuanxuan~
• Song Yaxuan subconsciously glanced at He Junlin and Yan Haoxiang. He Junlin immediately understood and pulled Yan Haoxiang away.
• Yan Haoxiang's face was inexplicable. Could it be that Song Yaxuan and Liu Yaowen still need to pay to listen to the phone? But Lin Lin took the initiative to lead himself, and he could not refuse.
• 

  songyaxuan

  Well, Brother Wen.
• 

  liuyaowen

  I miss you Xuanxuan baby.
• Song Yaxuan was shy by Liu Yaowen.
• 

  songyaxuan

  I miss you too, by the way, do you want to eat hot pot?
• 

  liuyaowen

  Hot pot? Okay, where are you? Do you need me to bring anything?
• 

  songyaxuan

  "No, no, you go to the supermarket and wait. He'er and I will go out."
• 

  liuyaowen

  Sure.
• 

  songyaxuan

  That hangs up?
• 

  liuyaowen

  Hmm, okay~
• Why does Song Yaxuan feel that Liu Yaowen feels like a discarded puppy.
• 

  songyaxuan

  Alright, see you later.
• Song Yaxuan hung up the phone. Otherwise, there was no need to hang up after Liu Yaowen hung up the phone.
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