The sweetness of the five-year-old milk group explodes

"Miss you."

He leaned over suddenly, Song Jiujiu immediately tightened his body, his lips were only one centimeter away from Song Jiujiu's face, as long as he moved forward a little...

Feeling the changes in her body, Zhen Guiyi backed away a little, and Song Jiujiu took a breath.

It's not okay to be so nervous, it seems that it will be regular in the future...

"Stay away from me first, I...do you drink water?"

"Drink." Then he sat there upright.

Song Jiujiu looked at him and asked, "Are you waiting for me to pour it for you?"

"Or else?"

"Okay, down, drink you to death."

Zhen Guiyi looked at her hand on the teacup and shook it.

"I'll do it myself. Do you have water? I'd be happy to help you."

The two of them chatted and Father Song came back. He bought a big meal of vegetables and walked in with big and small bags. After seeing Zhen Guiyi, he hurried over and took the things.

Why did you buy so much? Does this father-in-law like him so much?

"Jiujiu, I found out that my dad likes me very much." Zhen Guiyi and Song Jiujiu chatted while washing vegetables.

Father Song was sitting in the living room, watching TV, looking at the bodies of the two next to each other in the kitchen, and couldn't hear what they were saying at all.

Song Jiujiu really didn't know where his confidence came from. Her father really liked him, but where did he start?

She hit back mercilessly: "You think too much."

"I didn't expect that, look, I came to our house, and my dad bought me so much food. He obviously wanted to treat me to dinner, and then entrust you to me."

"...First, there is no food at home, so I need to stock up, because my dad doesn't often buy food, and sometimes I don't have time."

"Secondly, my dad never thought about the things entrusted to you. Besides, do I agree?"

Zhen Guiyi's passion was wasted, he bent down and wiped his eyes.

"Hey, what's the matter? Why are you still crying?"

"I didn't cry, I just mourned for myself."

Song Jiujiu was happy, she rubbed Zhen Guiyi's head and gave him a little comfort.

Father Song walked in and was a little embarrassed to see the ambiguous appearance of the two.

"Um, Jiujiu, let me do it, you and Guiyi go out to watch TV."

"No, Dad, go sit down quickly, the kitchen smells of smoke, don't choke you."

Father Song continued to sit back.

Song Jiujiu kicked Zhen Guiyi, and said in a low voice, "Look at you, my dad even came in to see."

"Blurred."

"What's muddy?" Song Jiujiu smelled it, and then remembered that the vegetables she just put in were muddy.

Zhen Guiyi looked at her annoyed expression, and comforted: "It's okay, I'll eat."

"It's mushy, you can't eat it, idiot."

"I love everything you cook."

Song Jiujiu couldn't take it anymore, he was so tired of it.

When it was time to eat, Zhen Guiyi put the fried dish in front of him, eating it with relish.

"Guiyi, do you like to eat glutinous rice?"

"Ah, yes, it's delicious."

"It's delicious, so you should eat more. If you didn't tell me earlier, Uncle's dishes would often be mushy. Jiujiu wouldn't let me cook them. I didn't expect you to like them."

"Wait until the next time you come, Uncle will specially prepare some dishes for you, and then...you don't need the wine."

Seeing the look in his daughter's eyes, Father Song quickly changed the subject.

Looking at Zhen Guiyi's expression, Song Jiujiu thought it was really funny, and wondered if he would dare to come next time.

"Okay... ah, uncle's invitation is so kind, of course I have to agree."

The meal was happily finished, and after cleaning up, Song Jiujiu took him to press the road.

Zhen Guiyi walked beside her, approached slowly, and took Song Jiujiu's hand.

She reflexively prepared to shake it off, but Zhen Guiyi quickly grabbed hold of it: "Jiujiu~Hold your hand"

After Song Jiujiu heard it, he held it back helplessly. He was really childish, just like a child.

However, such a handsome and handsome man acted like a baby to himself, which was very sensual.

…………

In the evening, Song Jiujiu went home and sent Zhen Tian a message with his mobile phone.

Song Jiujiu: Xiao Tiantian, do you miss me?
Zhen Tian: Regardless of the name, I thought it was my uncle.

Song Jiujiu: Why?
Zhen Tian: My uncle calls me Xiao Tiantian.

Song Jiujiu: Then I'll call you Tangtang.

Zhen Tian: Is this admitting that you are with my fat family?

Song Jiujiu: I have always admitted it.

Zhen Tian: When you send a message, it’s not just about this.

Song Jiujiu: Of course, Pangpang gave me a piece of clothes I wore in the haunted house today, which is quite meaningful to him.

Zhen Tian: So you are here to show your affection?
Song Jiujiu: No way, but it's okay if you think so.

Zhen Tian looked at the news and felt that Song Jiujiu, who was always carefree, would also have such a cute side.

The two chatted for a while, but it was all about other trivial matters.

Zhen Tian turned off her phone and lay on the bed. She hadn't seen Brother Xing Cheng for several days. Should she invite him to have breakfast tomorrow?

The next day, Zhen Tian called Xu Xingcheng, and the two met to go to the old alley for breakfast. For so many years, it seemed that every time they came, it was full of people.

I still met Zhen Guiyi and Song Jiujiu here today.

"Fatty, why are you here?"

"I'll bring Jiujiu here to get acquainted. After all, this can be regarded as our secret base."

"Oh, I asked Brother Xingcheng to have dinner."

"I said Tangtang, when will you date someone again? Especially Brother Cheng."

Xu Xingcheng glanced at him slowly, Zhen Guiyi quickly shut up, not afraid of being tricked, but afraid of being ruined.

Obviously, in Zhen Guiyi's place, Xu Xingcheng is just weak.

Four people ordered the same "set meal" as before.

"Auntie's craftsmanship is getting better and better."

"Brat, I'll give you two more if you're sweet-mouthed. Eat more, and you won't be charged."

Song Jiujiu saw how happy he was to eat, it seemed that he came here a lot before, and the proprietress really liked his mouth.

-

Zhen Tian went to the studio to have a look, and the four walls were covered with paintings by the third uncle.

"Zhen Tian, ​​who drew this?"

A girl came over and called her. When Zhen Tian saw her, she remembered the girl who yelled at her that day.

She replied, "What do you think?"

"Introverted and imaginative, and the whole picture does not appear empty, and the details are handled very well, it is a very complete painting."

The picture is to be complete, to express what you want to express.

Obviously Uncle San's studio can be recognized.

"Okay, I've worked hard these past few months."

"Of course, my goal is you. You are so good. If I don't work hard, what is the difference between wasting my time?"

"Great, I really like your interpretation, just put your heart into it."

"But you haven't told me who painted it?"

"It's a secret. It's not a good thing for children to know too much."

"Tch, you are younger than me, so you have the nerve to call me a child."

The teacher came over: "Miss Zhen."

"I'll take a look today, and by the way, I can talk about my thoughts in the painting."

After the girl heard it, she quickly clapped her hands behind her...