Poor girl, she is pregnant with a rich old man's cub

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hot summer days, rock and roll

(Day and summer, rock and roll loud)

the way you'd play for eat your show

(You come on stage in fancy dress, sing for me alone)

andallthewaysigottoknow

(Exquisite face, unruly and arrogant soul)

your pretty face and electric soul

(When you come on stage in fancy dress, I will never forget it)

will you still love me

(Would you love me forever and ever?)

wheni'm no longer young and beautiful

(When Hua is old, the face is no longer)

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iknowyouwill

(I know you will)

iknowyouwill

(I know you will)

iknowthatyouwill

(I know your love lasts forever)

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The expensive central air conditioner works in an orderly manner, bringing endless coolness to the hot summer.

The singing wafted in Nuo Da's living room.

Lin Yang followed Zhou Qianqian's instructions and turned around on the circular platform, facing the French windows in the living room.

The sun was shining brightly outside the window, just looking at it made me feel hot and uncomfortable.

The roses in the garden grew wildly when the weather warmed up, and the branches that only reached Lin Yang's thigh in front of her had now grown to her waist.

The branches are covered with dense and full flower buds.

You can vaguely see deep and shallow pink and white, and it will bloom in less than a week at most.

The dazzling sunlight refracted from the window hit Lin Yang's face, and Lin Yang subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes.

Zhou Qianqian held a paperclip in his hand, clicked his tongue angrily and reprimanded: "Don't move!"

Lin Yang lowered his arms awkwardly, Ms. Zhou Qianqian at work should not be messed with.

At this time, Zhou Qianqian was half squatting in front of Lin Yang, wearing glasses, with a pencil pinned behind her ear, holding a paper clip and scissors in her hand and gesturing towards Lin Yang.

She doesn't look like Miss Zhou in normal times.

Seeing his best friend working hard for his wedding, Lin Yang felt indescribably sweet and warm in his heart.

But—Ms. Zhou Qianqian has obsessive-compulsive disorder. When she is working, she must play this song on a loop, and the size of her clothes must not be the slightest difference.

Lin Yang really couldn't bear it.

Mainly, her waist—

Lin Yang said to Zhou Qianqian in embarrassment, "Can I rest for a while?"

Zhou Qianqian gave her a strange look: "How long have you been standing?"

As he spoke, he took another look at the hands she held on her waist and said in surprise, "You don't have another one, do you?!"

Lin Yang quickly waved his hands to accept, his ears turned red: "No! We usually take measures..."

Lin Yang's voice was as low as a mosquito humming.

It was just because she knew that Zhou Qianqian was coming to change her clothes today.

Lin Yang did not let Qin Jue leave any traces last night.

and so……

Qin Jue was upset.

Put your energy elsewhere.

But I can't tell Zhou Qianqian about this.

Lin Yang sighed helplessly, and lowered his hand to touch the wedding dress on his body.

The clothes for her and Qin Jue's wedding were all designed and made by Ms. Zhou Qianqian.

Bridesmaids and groomsmen dresses, toast dresses, tuxedos, and main yarns.

After several months of busy work, this main yarn was actually finished two days ago.

Just when everything was ready and Lin Yang was putting on the clothes, Zhou Qianqian suddenly found that the actual size of the clothes did not match the size in his blueprint design.

—— Lin Yang doesn't know how she found out, maybe the designer's eyes are the ruler.

In the end, it was discovered that because the design of this wedding dress was too gorgeous and complicated, a small assistant in Zhou Qianqian's studio had mixed up the sizes of the lining fabrics.

Still several layers.

Lin Yang is an amateur and doesn't understand at all.

But for a professional like Zhou Qianqian, she could tell just by looking at the bulging curve of the skirt.

Originally, Lin Yang didn't care too much about it, after all, Zhou Qianqian worked so hard to make it, it doesn't matter if it's short, it's already very beautiful.

But Ms. Zhou Qianqian did not allow any imperfection in her work, and this wedding dress was still going to be used in Lin Yang's wedding.

Change everything you say.

So, there is this scene.

The small stereo brought by Zhou Qianqian is starting to play the loop for the first time.

Lin Yang said helplessly, "Sister, can we change the song?"

Lin Yang felt that his ears could hear cocoons.

"Of course not!" Zhou Qianqian refused bluntly. She looked up at Lin Yang who was standing there and said, "I'm in the best working condition when I listen to this song, isn't it good?"

Lin Yang was helpless: "It sounds good—"

It sounds good, but it has been played on a loop all afternoon, and Lin Yang feels that Qin Zijin's children are going to be able to sing.

When Zhou Qianqian heard her say it sounds good, she chuckled, and blinked at Lin Yang: "It's fine if it sounds good."

Zhou Qianqian bit the paperclip into her mouth while talking, and touched back habitually with her free hand, but it was empty.

"Huh? Where's my soft ruler?" Zhou Qianqian said with something vague in her mouth.

The next second he reacted, spit out what was in his mouth, suppressed his anger, and shouted: "Qin! Son! Jin!"

"Give it back to me, now, immediately!"

At this moment, the kid Qin Zijin was sitting in front of the sofa, playing with a soft ruler, having a great time.

A few pieces of fabric that Zhou Qianqian cut from Lin Yang's wedding dress were scattered in front of her.

Hearing Zhou Qianqian's words, the kid Qin Zijin turned around in displeasure, and turned his butt towards Zhou Qianqian.

This ghost is clever.

Zhou Qianqian looked at Lin Yang with black eyes: "Your son, do you still care?"

Lin Yang looked at this scene with a good smile, and said softly, "Zijin, can you return the ruler?"

I heard my mother calling myself.

Qin Zijin's expression changed obviously. Holding a soft ruler, his eyes were shining, and he quickly crawled over.

He supported the round platform under Lin Yang's feet with his little hands, and then grabbed Lin Yang's skirt, staggered and wanted to stand up, raised his arms high, and handed the ruler to Lin Yang.

Lin Yang smiled and said, "Just give it to Aunt Qianqian."

Qin Zijin grabbed Lin Yang's skirt and turned his head, looked at Zhou Qianqian who was staring at him with his arms folded, then turned his face back again, insisting on handing the ruler to Lin Yang.

Lin Yang had no choice but to bend down with a sore waist to take it with a smile, and then handed it to Zhou Qianqian.

The kid Qin Zijin wasn't angry when he saw this scene, since his mother picked it up anyway.

Seeing that her mother was still busy and couldn't play with her, the child Qin Zijin was very obedient and didn't disturb her mother, and crawled aside to play with toys by herself.

Ever since Qin Zijin learned to crawl, the tea table in the living room has been moved away.

I don't know if it's because the living room is empty and there is nothing affecting him. He crawls very fast. Several times, Lin Yang saw him standing up with the sofa, and moved a few steps.

It's only been eight months.

Holding a ruler, Zhou Qianqian grabbed a ball of thread from the side and threw it at Qin Zijin's ass.

As a result, the kid Qin Zijin was thrown back with a blank expression on his face.

Zhou Qianqian was furious and said, "I can see that there is no one in this kid's eyes except you!"

"I'm so pissed off! Why is it exactly the same as Qin Jue's dog!"

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[President Qin who just entered the door:? 】