From the next stop is a god-level choice for happiness to begin

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Along the way, this girl of Wang Qingqing has been very familiar since she got on the bus.

Yuan Song put snacks and drinks in the back seat of the car, she often did not ask to pick up.

“Sister, you still brought melon seeds?!”

With that, she opened the bag.

“And Apple?”

“……”

He Fanxing is very generous.

In her opinion, this little thing is not worth much, and Wang Qingqing has suffered so much alone on the road, there is nothing for her to eat.

But the Yuan and Song dynasties were extremely bored.

Although this thing is indeed worthless, this attitude makes him very dissatisfied.

It’s okay if you ask, but if you don’t ask, am I familiar with you?

Yuan Song only brought her because he was afraid that He Fanxing would be a little bored, plus some kindness.

But her approach is really annoying.

When it was time to camp in the evening, take advantage of the time when He Fanxing went to solve personal hygiene.

Wang Qingqing ran to Yuan Song’s side, and then asked Yuan Song.

“Brother Yuan, shall we add a friend?”

Yuan Song directly rejected her.

When He Fanxing returned, she walked to the side again, pretending that she hadn’t spoken to Yuan Song.

But just after eating, He Fanxing was a little sleepy, so he went to the tent to rest.

Wang Qingqing ran to Yuan Song’s side again, and talked to Yuan Song without a ride.

“Brother Yuan, Sister Fanxing looks beautiful!”

“Hmm.”

“She must be very virtuous, right?”

“Hmm.”

“A high-quality boyfriend like Brother Yuan, there must have been many girls chasing you before, right?”

“Hmm.”

“I really envy Sister Fanxing for finding a boyfriend like you, considerate, gentle, and handsome!”

“Hmm.”

“Why can’t I find a boyfriend like you, Brother Yuan?”

Yuan Song really didn’t want to deal with Wang Qingqing, but she stuck to Yuan Song like a dog skin plaster.

“Brother Yuan, you married Sister Fanxing, did the people in Sister Fanxing’s family require you to buy a house?” Wang Qingqing asked again.

“I think that two people getting married is not married to a house, if my boyfriend marries me, if the financial strength is not enough, I think you can completely avoid buying a house first.”

“It’s not too late to buy a house after two people have a certain economic foundation!”

“By the way, Brother Yuan, have you ever dated a girl like me before?”

Looking at Wang Qingqing’s honey-filled confident eyes, Yuan Song said lightly.

“Nope.”

“Why?” Wang Qingqing asked.

“Don’t you like my type?”

“Nope!” Yuan Song said simply.

“Because you’re ugly!”

After speaking, Yuan Song entered the tent.

As soon as he entered the tent, he saw He’s eyes narrowed.

Yuan Song pinched her little face and said with a smile.

“You’re still laughing.”

“People are going to pry your boyfriend, and you’re still in the mood to laugh!”

He Fanxing pulled Yuan Song’s hand away, and then coquettishly said.

“Of course I’m not afraid.”

“If she pries you away so easily, then why should I worry?”

“Say it again!”

“I love you so much, you love me so much, why are you willing to leave me to make me sad?”

Yuan Song smiled angrily, and he pinched He Fanxing’s nose spoilingly.

“You!”

He Fanxing hugged Yuan Song’s waist, leaned into his arms, and then said.

“Don’t you think that’s interesting?”

“We just watched her perform alone.”

“Add a little joy to our boring journey.”

“And I recorded it all!”

Saying that, He Fanxing let go of Yuan Song, and then picked up his mobile phone and shook it proudly.

In fact, He Fanxing had long seen Wang Qingqing’s true face.

It’s just that she doesn’t expose Wang Qingqing.

No matter what, He Fanxing has been working hard in society for so many years, and he has seen more people than Wang Qingqing eats rice, how can he not see Wang Qingqing’s tricks.

When he was in the car, Wang Qingqing constantly inquired about the family background of the Yuan and Song dynasties.

After probably seeing a little, she wanted to pry Yuan Song a little.

But it was in the car, and He Fanxing was also there, so she was embarrassed to say it.

And just when He Fanxing went to solve personal hygiene and came back, she heard Wang Qingqing’s conversation, so she deliberately said that she was tired and wanted to go back to rest.

Then I secretly recorded it on the side.

Yuan Song picked up He Fanxing’s mobile phone, clicked on the video, and then watched it again.

After reading it, Yuan Song also commented.

“Your shot is very bad, and you didn’t capture my handsomeness at all.”

“It’s okay, barely.”

“Keep up the good work and strive to shoot better shots!”

He Fanxing gave him a blank look, took his mobile phone back, and then leaned on Yuan Song and said.

“I think we should record or photograph all the scenery along the way.”

“Then save to the network drive!”

“We’ll reorganize it when we get home.”

“When we get old, this is also our memory!”

Yuan Song asked with a smile.

“Our child hasn’t been born yet, so you want to be old?”

He Fanxing snorted, then turned his head to the side, and then covered the quilt to sleep.

On the other side, Wang Qingqing was in her tent, and her mind always echoed the words of Yuan and Song.

“Because you’re ugly!”

“Because you’re ugly!”

“Because you’re ugly!”

“……”

But soon, she regained her spirits.

“Your wife is pregnant, I don’t believe you can’t help it!”

“How can a man not steal fishy?”

“And it’s still a young and beautiful little girl like me!”

But what she didn’t know was that now Yuan Song and He Fanxing were discussing how to leave her behind.

Yuan Song hugged He Fanxing and asked gently.

“Fanxing, you said we told her directly that we didn’t want to take her?”

“Or shall we quietly leave?”

He Fanxing turned around, snuggled into Yuan Song’s arms, and said in confusion.

“I see how good we can take her.”

“Add a little laugh to our boring journey.”

“And when we are old, we can write her into our love memoirs!”

The Yuan Song Dynasty was defeated by He Fanxing.

He didn’t expect He Fanxing to have such a dark side.

Just look at other people’s jokes.

“So what can you endure?” Yuan Song asked again.

“Why can’t you stand it?” He Fanxing asked rhetorically.

“Anyway, we just treat her as a joke!”

“Okay, go to sleep, we’ll have to hurry tomorrow.”

Yuan Song: “……”_

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