[MTL BL] A poisonous tongue is just a small stutter [Rebirth

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Chapter 51 Sanctions

It is now nine o'clock in the evening, and Yan Huai's last message was sent at six thirty.

Before Song Zhi had time to reply, she received a call from Yan Huai.

He pulled the seat belt around his chest, took a deep breath, connected the phone and put it to his ear.

"Where are you?" Yan Huai's voice was low, and it was impossible to guess his mood.

"Outside, outside." Song Zhi held on to the back of the chair and sat up.

"Do you need me to pick it up?" Yan Huai's tone was definitely not pleasant, but he didn't seem to intend to criticize him.

Song Zhi's tense nerves relaxed slightly, "No, no need."

"Have you eaten?"

"No."

"I made soup for you." Yan Huai's voice became gentle, "Waiting for you to come back."

Song Zhi's heart A ball of fire was born, and he suddenly realized the profound meaning of returning home like an arrow, "Horse, right away."

Half an hour later, Song Zhi parked the car in the backyard of the villa. Looking in through the translucent glass window, the living room on the first floor was lit with lights, reflecting the dim light in the night. It turned out that someone would really be waiting for him to come home.

Song Zhi unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car.

The living room at the entrance was empty. Song walked along the source of the aroma and stopped at the door of the kitchen. Yan Huai was wearing an apron and was busy at the stove with his back to him.

Song Zhi's nose was sore and the kitchen was turned on with strong exhaust, but the other party didn't notice his arrival.

He didn't make a sound, turned around and sat in a fixed position in the restaurant, holding the seat with both hands and looking down at the solid wood table. Until the sound of the exhaust fan disappeared and the light of the lamp in front of her eyes was blocked, Song Zhi looked up along the shadow.

The soup bowl clattered on the table. Yan Huai lifted his chin and rubbed the corner of his mouth with his fingertips. "A fight?"

There were traces left accidentally during the fight with Han Song.

He avoided Yan Huai's eyes and twitched the corners of his mouth. The slight soreness was probably not serious.

"Who did it?" Seeing that Song Zhi didn't answer, Yan Huai's attitude turned cold.

"No, it's okay..."

"Let me ask you, who did it." It was obvious that Yan Huai did not intend to let him get away with it.

Song Zhi stumbled and explained to him the ins and outs of today. Although Yan Huai's anger did not rise, it did not ease much.

"Don't do such dangerous things again."

"Yes, I'm sorry." Song Zhi tried his best to lower his head, like a child waiting to be criticized and taught when he made a mistake.

"Go and deal with it first." Yan Huai grabbed his wrist and pulled it out.

"No, use." Song Zhi took out of Yan Huai's palm. In his opinion, this small injury did not need to be treated at all. "No, it doesn't hurt."

Yan Huai did not insist anymore. He sat back next to Song Zhi and raised the question again. Lifting his chin, he used the fluorescent lamp to look at the light blue bruises at the corners of his mouth.