The e-sports god takes it home

Chapter 690

As soon as he grabbed her arm and pulled her, she threw herself into his arms, with the aroma of his shower gel lingering at the tip of her nose.

"Let's play a game," he said.

Bu Yao was hugged by him obediently, with a confused look on her face, "What game?"

Lu Yan cleared his throat, with a serious face: "If you can insist on not surfing the Internet for a day, you can get a kiss."

"If you can insist on staying off the Internet for two days, you can get a boyfriend who won't fight back, won't fight back when you scold him, will obey everything, and is the best-behaved boyfriend on the Internet."

"If you can stay off the internet for a week, you can get all the money I've saved for 20 years."

He rubbed her head, and said kindly, "You are only five years old this year. Dad doesn't want you to spend all your energy on the Internet. Be good and be obedient."

A tone of teaching Internet addicted girls.

Bu Yao: "..." Damn mentally retarded.

She gave him a blank look, and said casually, "What am I going to do if I don't go online?"

Lu Yan immediately lay down coquettishly, with a flirtatious look on his face, "You know what I mean?"

Bu Yao: "..." People, don't get angry.

"Is it because I was hacked again?" She looked at him calmly, as early as the moment she lost the game, she had already anticipated what would happen.

Paper can't contain fire, and Lu Yan didn't intend to hide it from her, and said in a low voice: "Little Fatty is already dealing with it, so don't go online in the past few days, punishing yourself with other people's farts is only a fool." Behavior."

After speaking, he patted her on the head again, "Be good, be obedient."

His soft 'obedient' sound made Bu Yao's heart melt, she nodded, and uninstalled Weibo, Post Bar, etc. in front of him, and she is really not in the mood to pay attention to these trolls now .

"So good, reward a kiss." Lu Yan bent his eyes and moved his lips closer.

By the time the two of them woke up after their nonsense, Buyan had already finished his breakfast.

He sat alone on the dining table, resting his chin on his hands, his eyes were empty, and he looked lonely and cold as an empty-nest old man.

Damn, I want to fall in love early.

After a simple breakfast, Bu Yao took two naive ghosts, one big and one small, to the hospital. After a day and night of observation, Fang Ping's condition was basically stable and she could be transferred to the general ward.

Fang Ping's consciousness is clear, but she can't speak yet, she can only move her fingers and blink her eyes. All body functions need to be restored slowly.

As soon as he walked to the door of the ward, Lu Yan started to pretend again. First, he took a picture of his handsome face on the glass of the ward door, and then turned to ask Bu Yao: "Am I handsome today?"

Bu Yao stretched out her hand and patted the stubborn and upright hair on the top of his head for him, "Handsome."

After getting an affirmative answer, he looked back at Buyan again, "Which foot will I step first when I enter the door to make me look more handsome?"

Buyan's fan filter was almost as thick as outer space, and he blinked his starry eyes and said: "Believe me, with a face like yours, even if you crawl into the sewer, you will be so handsome and earth-shattering!"

Bu Yao simply ignored the two mentally retarded: "Why does my mother pay attention to which foot you walk in? She is lying on the bed and can't move at all, okay?"

After being reminded by her like this, Lu Yan suddenly thought of a crucial question, "When you take a picture, your face looks bigger when you take a picture from the top up than from the top down. Doesn't our mother look like a big face when she lies on the bed and looks at me?"

"Isn't that simple?" Bu Yan actively advises his idol, "You can choose to look down at 45 degrees when you talk to her! When the time comes, my mother will open her eyes and see, damn, this guy has really fucking long eyelashes." , the eyes are so fucking melancholy, and the way of nodding slightly hits every girl's heart, this is the perfect son-in-law in her mind!"

Lu Yan: "...I think I'm a bit miserable."

Buyan: "How do you say that?"

Lu Yan: "Other male protagonists look up at the sky at 45 degrees, why do I look down at the ground at 45 degrees when it's my turn?"

"Because you are coquettish." Bu Yao couldn't bear to push him in, "I beg you, go in quickly, Pinru's closet will be emptied by the two of you."

"I have one last question!" Lu Yan firmly scratched the door frame, "What kind of voice do I use to call my mother will look more pleasant, and make her think, damn it, this is the voice I've been looking for!"

Immediately afterwards, Bu Yao heard him start calling her mother in various tones.

There are lazy, evil, low, bright, gloomy, sickly...

What's even more ridiculous is that each tone reads all four tones once, and those who don't know it think that some stupid son is taking alphabet lessons: Mom (mā), Mom (má), Mom (mǎ), Mom ( mà).

Buyan looked at his idol in shock, and only eight words came to mind: He is so coquettish, I like it so much!

Bu Yao rubbed his head with a smile, "My dear son, call grandma after you go in."

Lu Yan: "..." So which kind of voice is nice?
After making sufficient mental preparations, Lu Yancai finally walked into the ward with a heart that was more apprehensive than going to a Fortune [-] company for an interview.

Bu Yao was afraid that he would be a monster again, so before he could speak, she spoke first: "Mom, this is Lu Yan, you have met before."

Fang Ping blinked her eyes, indicating that she heard it.

Looking down at 45 degrees, Lu Yan obediently called "Auntie" as if he was frozen, and he completely forgot all the coquettish operations in his mind.

He was already fair-skinned, beautiful and long-legged, and he could wear a basic white T-shirt and jeans with the temperament of a supermodel, making him clean and sunny.

Fang Ping blinked at him, but the os in her heart was: she looks good, but she always feels that something is missing in her mind...

She wouldn't tell them, she listened silently to the young man outside the door calling his mother for a few minutes.

Forget it, as long as you like Ruan Yao.

For the next few days, Bu Yao stayed in the hospital, helping Fang Ping massage, turn over, and do various rehabilitation exercises every day.

Naturally, Lu Yan didn't miss this opportunity to increase his favorability. The massage technique was more serious than that of Bu Yao, and he would tell stories to Fang Ping from time to time to relieve boredom.

In order to cater to the interests and hobbies of middle-aged and elderly aunts like Fang Ping, he gave up his own fairy tales and watched dog-blood romance dramas. He would tell Fang Ping vividly a passage of "Love is Deep in the Rain" every day during the massage. Or "The Temptation of Coming Home," or even "Country Love Story."

And Fang Ping's eyes on him also changed from looking at a fool to Bu Yao's eyes in the same style, looking at her own stupid son.

Watching her family's untouchable Captain Lu willingly become a free massage worker, who also has the function of storytelling, Bu Yao is both distressed and moved.

A week passed quickly, and the 2018 KPL Glory of Kings Professional League Spring Finals is about to begin. At that time, the Eastern champion Diamond team will compete with the Western champion Dihua Zhixiu team to compete for the season championship.

And Lu Yan, as a high-traffic star player who occupies the top of the KPL popularity rankings all year round, was sadly invited by the KPL official to be the commentator of the finals.

Thinking of her flirtatious Captain Lu and flirtatious You on the same stage, Bu Yao actually had a little bit of anticipation, and even wondered if the two of them would blow up the narration stage when they got too excited.

It was evening again, and as soon as Bu Yao walked to the door of the ward with the thermos, she saw Lu Yan sitting on the edge of the bed helping Fang Ping move her arms, and babbling non-stop: "We, Bu Yao, are very powerful. Don't look at her being weak and weak, she is more fierce than those boys on the field, and there are many, many cute little fans who like her, of course, I am the number one die-hard fan!"

The afterglow of the setting sun climbed onto his shoulders through the window, casting a soft light on his handsome brows and eyes, the corners of his lips were curved, and when he mentioned her, there was a smile in his shallow eyes.

Just one glance is enough to make her heart flutter for a long time.

Bu Yao heard her heart beating, and suddenly remembered that before the finals, he was lying on her shoulder like a baby, and asked her seriously: I will give you the household registration book, will you give me a copy? A special 22nd birthday gift?
There are still two years, I will wait for your answer slowly.

At this moment, Bu Yao felt that it didn't take two years.

She has already determined the answer.

He would get a little awkward, but never lose his temper with her.

He can't take care of others, but he is willing to learn for her.

He didn't get along with the elders very much, but tried his best to please her family.

The god on the field, after falling in love with her, willingly fell into the mortal world.

He was so nice, how could she refuse.

But she was not in a hurry to tell him, after all, the gift should be enough to surprise, right?

As soon as Lu Yan raised his head, he saw the protagonist in his topic standing at the door of the ward, holding a thermos bucket in his hand, looking at him with a smile, his bright eyes full of tenderness.

It wasn't embarrassing for him to secretly praise being discovered, he lowered his head and continued to Fang Ping, "This little girl is so arrogant, look, she even eavesdropped on us telling stories!"

Bu Yao: "..." Damn mentally retarded.

She walked in with the thermos bucket in her arms, and started to feed Fang Ping, while her lovely boyfriend was still babbling non-stop: "Auntie, I'm going back to Jinshi tomorrow, and I will be a guest commentator at KPL. If you miss me, you can watch the live broadcast with Yaoyao."

Bu Yao poured the cooked porridge into a bowl and muttered in a low voice, "Ghosts will miss you."

And this childish old man started to complain in front of her, "Look, Auntie, she's still pissing me off!"

Bu Yao: "..." What's wrong with this pampered and proud sense of sight?

Buyan squatted silently in a small corner, playing games with his mobile phone, weak and helpless.

Ever since Lu Shen used his personality (sha) character (diao) charm (qi) power (zhi) to capture the fucking heart in all directions, he has completely lost his status in this family.

Those who didn't know thought that Lu Yan was Fang Ping's real son.

Today it was Buyan's turn to watch the night at the hospital. After feeding Fang Ping, Bu Yao gave Bu Yan a few words as usual, and then took Lu Yan home and helped him pack his luggage.

When passing by the fitness equipment area downstairs in the community, Bu Yao played seesaw with her elderly mentally handicapped children while there was no one around.

Of course, with her thin and small body, as long as he didn't want to, she couldn't pry him at all.

Therefore, when she was pried into the sky, she was never let down again.

Lu Yan pressed the other end of the seesaw steadily, and watched her thump with all her strength, but the seesaw didn't move at all, with a playful smile on her face: "Call me husband, and I'll let you down."

Bu Yao glanced at her long legs that could reach the ground by stretching her feet, and looked at him with a mentally retarded expression: "I can go down anytime."

"Oh." Lu Yan reluctantly stretched her legs to put her down, then pressed her up again, muttering, "It's still fun for children from other people's homes."

After prying it up, he could only flap his short legs in the air, and shouted to him in a childish voice, "Brother, put me down quickly."

"Is it my fault that the legs are too long?" Bu Yao gave him a blank look, "So you don't like your children anymore?"

Lu Yan glanced at his children, his eyes gradually darkened, "I like it."

Immediately afterwards, I heard him say: "If I can have short legs of the same style to play with me on the seesaw, I would like it even more."

Bu Yao: "..." What the hell are the short legs of the same style!
She has no doubt that this guy will grab toys from the children to play with in the future...

And he smiled with crooked brows and eyes, still imagining the future: "I'll have to call Dad a hundred times before letting her go!"

Bu Yao: "..." Oh, whose child is so pitiful.

After playing with him on the seesaw, her silly son finally followed her home obediently.

Bu Yao had just entered the door with his front foot when he pressed his back foot against the door panel.

Lu Yan looked like the boss of a gangster trying to rob a woman from a good family, slapped the door hard, and asked her aggressively: "Say, do you want to be the dog of the eldest brother?"

Bu Yao: "..." Can't I be a human being?
Before she could answer, his lips were already covered, everything was self-evident
Then she heard him close to her ear, saying: "The second set of radio gymnastics for elementary and middle school students "The Bed Is Calling" has officially started."

Bu Yao: "???"

……

Many years later, when Bu Yao recalled the past, his mind was full of the magical "The Bed Is Calling"...

Bah, it's "The Times Are Calling".

Waking up the next morning, Bu Yao was completely paralyzed.

And this little fairy is not only fine, but even more energetic.

Bu Yao softly pushed him, her voice sounded sleepy: "You still have to catch a plane."

Lu Yan clung to her body like an octopus, clung to the bed and refused to get up, like a child who was angry and didn't want to go to school.

"It will be too late if you don't get up again." Bu Yao reminded him.

He groaned, looking aggrieved like a giant dog, "I don't want to go."

"Good boy, be obedient." Bu Yao patted his dog's head, and joked, "I'm still waiting to see you and You flirt with each other on the same stage, making him so flirtatious that he can't take care of himself."

Lu Yan said with a smile, "I just want to make you so annoying that you can't take care of yourself."

While speaking, he held her hand tightly again, "I started to miss you before I left."

Bu Yao: "..."

Knowing that she was not feeling well, Lu Yan was not willing to torment her any longer. After holding her tenderly for a while, he finally got up reluctantly, brushed his teeth and washed his face, packed his luggage and went back to Jinshi.

Bu Yao was paralyzed on the bed like a dead fish, watching him come in and out to pack his things, humming a song.

It was only when she got closer that she could hear the words he sang: "If you feel happy, you can have sex, if you feel happy, you can have sex..."

Bu Yao: "..." You are a fucking musical genius.

Seeing him being more cheerful than Husky, Bu Yao inexplicably felt a bit of resentment, thinking that his style of leaving after sleeping was like a scumbag.

Lu Yan Yan looked at his somewhat empty suitcase, and at the dead fish lying on the bed. For a moment, he wanted to pick her up and put her in the suitcase before leaving.

After he packed his luggage, Bu Yao finally got dressed and was about to roll out of bed when he held her down.

Bu Yao leaned over to his face and smacked, smiling with crooked eyebrows, "Do you need me to wave a long handkerchief and stage a touching farewell with you?"

"Lie down and rest obediently if you are not feeling well." Lu Yan kissed her on the cheek and said, "I am already a big child, so I don't need Bu Yaoyao to worry about it."

Then, under Bu Yao's gratifying gaze, he dragged his SpongeBob SquarePants suitcase and turned around every three steps.

"You remember to miss me on time every day, three times a day, eight hours at a time."

Bu Yao: "Remember, remember."

"Also remember to call me every day."

Bu Yao: "Remember, remember."

"Don't drink ice water no matter how hot it is, dry your hair after washing, and eat less chili."

Bu Yao: "Remember, remember."

……

(End of this chapter)