big communicator

Chapter 110

Because He Shanshan's incident affected his mood, Qin Xiaoyu slept until 9 o'clock in the evening and had many short dreams. When he woke up, he saw Wang Cuifang and Qin Qingyun carrying their bags and preparing to go out.

"Where are you going?"

Looking at the talking and laughing parents, Qin Xiaoyu suddenly looked a little envious.

If I remember correctly, a few hours ago my father Qin Qingyun had vowed to stay with him at home, but his ability to get some sleep had changed again.

"Hey, you're awake, are you still feeling bad?" Seeing that Qin Xiaoyu woke up, Wang Cuifang pointed to the dining table next to her, "There's a meal left for you, go and heat it up yourself."

"Not hungry."

"If you're not hungry, go out for a walk. Your dad and I will be back later."

Tightening her hair, Wang Cuifang said with a smile.

Middle-aged people also have entertainment activities, and they just took advantage of Qin Qingyun's vacation time to pick up those entertainment activities that had been thrown away before.

"Where to go?"

Hearing that Mom and Dad are going out for a long time, Qin Xiaoyu asked while holding the stairs.

In my impression, my mother seldom goes out at night, unless something important happens.

For example, things like my father's mentor, or kicking Uncle Pei into the hospital by myself.

"Dance."

Smiling mysteriously at Qin Xiaoyu, Wang Cuifang seems to have found the years back then.

I haven't danced for many years, and I don't know if the style of the year is still there. If my good sister invited me today, I would have forgotten that I have this skill.

"Square dancing?"

This is the first time Qin Xiaoyu has heard his mother say that he is going to dance when he grows up so much. He has not retired yet, and is preparing for his future old age?

"Go, go, your mother is still young!"

Seeing Qin Xiaoyu calling herself old, Wang Cuifang countered downstairs.

When I have time, I must tell my son about my past, otherwise he will always think that he is a workaholic who only knows numbers.

"Your aunt Chen held a dance party at home and invited us to catch up on the old days."

Raising his hand to check the time, Qin Qingyun interrupted and said to Qin Xiaoyu.

It's rare for old friends to get together, but you must not be late. As a criminal policeman, Qin Qingyun has always had a strong sense of time.

"Okay, you go, I will be strong at home by myself."

Seeing his father check the time, Qin Xiaoyu pretended to be hurt and said.

After a good night's sleep, I feel a lot better, mainly because it's not a big deal.

"Stop pretending, brat."

Wang Cuifang knew her son better than anyone else, and after scolding Qin Xiaoyu, she opened the door and walked out.

When Qin Qingyun told himself in the afternoon, he didn't take Qin Xiaoyu's matter to heart at all.

At such a young age, there are so many things to say. It would be strange if he couldn't recover because of this incident.

Her son Wang Cuifang will certainly not be like this.

"It's really gone."

When the door was closed again, Qin Xiaoyu sat on the stairs and said something blankly.

Compared with my parents, I am obviously inferior, not to mention dancing, and I don't even have a friend who can talk.

When he was studying back then, Qin Xiaoyu also had one or two friends whom he could talk to, but as he got older, his relationship with those friends gradually became estranged.

One is because they are not in the same circle, and the contact with each other is getting less and less, and the second is because they are all married now.

After getting married, I have nothing to chat with them, the only thing I can do is not to disturb.

After going downstairs and putting all the food on the table in the refrigerator, Qin Xiaoyu sat on the sofa and watched TV alone.

I thought that after obtaining the system, I would quickly reach the pinnacle of life and live a colorful life like the protagonist in the novel, but so far my life still hasn't improved much.

There were a lot of troubles.

In Qin Xiaoyu's heart, trouble has never been regarded as a color of life.

His goal in life is to stay out of trouble.

Opening WeChat, Qin Xiaoyu began to spy on the life in the circle of friends. For so many years, his communication with some friends has only stayed on this. Even if he likes it every day, he still feels far away.

Zhao Youmin is working overtime again, Sun Chuyan is still showing affection, her former female colleague is still posting her big face plate, the former leader sent some chicken soup for the soul, the college students must have drunk too much, Ding Daqiao
Ding Daqiao posted it on Moments!

Just about to continue to draw down the circle of friends, Qin Xiaoyu suddenly regained his spirits due to Ding Daqiao's comment.

This should be considered Ding Daqiao’s first circle of friends, so take a screenshot to commemorate it.

As we all know, Ding Daqiao never posts news, and his circle of friends has always been empty. It is definitely not an ordinary thing for him to post on his circle of friends.

"Which bastard dares to row my car!"

Looking at Ding Daqiao's respectful talk, Qin Xiaoyu's expression at this time was only smiling.

Ding Daqiao’s description is different. The accompanying photos are all drawn by himself. The thick red line probably represents the scratches on the car. From the picture, it looks a bit miserable, with more than ten lines in a row.

Although Ding Daqiao's tricycle is not a luxury car, it can't be ruined like this.

The guy driving the bike was definitely sincere.

"Is Qin Xiaoyu at home?"

"Yes, who is it?"

As soon as he finished liking Ding Daqiao's comments and was wondering whether to comment again, Qin Xiaoyu heard a male voice coming from outside the house.

"express delivery."

"Express delivery? I haven't bought anything recently. Could it be that my mother bought it?"

Opening the door, a courier boy wearing a white peaked cap was standing at the door, holding a small yellow paper box with strong packaging in his hand.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

"Skin care products—for son Qin Xiaoyu?"

Looking at the scrawled handwriting on the courier slip, Qin Xiaoyu thought about it and decided to open it first.

It should be bought by my mother, but why is it written as a gift to myself, can it be written like this on the express delivery?

After several layers of the box were opened, something similar to a necklace was revealed from the box.

"Is this a skin care product?"

Looking at the beads strung together with long strings in his hand, Qin Xiaoyu really couldn't connect it with skin care products.

One big bead, seven small beads, how do you protect your skin? Is it possible to put it on the face plate?

I reached out and took out the instruction manual from the box, only to see a short line of small words written on it:

The mother-child chain beads are easy to explode, so they are easy to carry, so I gave this to my son Qin Xiaoyu.

"What do you mean, this can also be called an instruction manual?"

After looking at the explanatory note in his hand, and then picking up the string of beads on the table, Qin Xiaoyu suddenly felt that the express delivery was interesting.

Explosive?I do not believe.

Even if the courier is fake, I don't believe it.

If you want to scare people, find something decent. The beads on it are transparent, and you can see the red string inside at a glance. They say they can explode, but they must be filled with something. Do you really think you have no chemistry knowledge?

(End of this chapter)