The Pillow of the Bad President

Qin Yousheng has been carrying her behind his back.flash dance.. please

The street lamps on both sides shone quietly, dragging their shadows very long and closely intertwined.

The siblings went upstairs.

The first thing Qin Yousheng did when he was transferred to Jiangnan was to look for her. He had already stepped on the apartment here and checked whether it was safe. He even took the surrounding area to the police station to understand the situation, so he was very familiar with the road.

The elevator door opened with a "ding", and he pursed his lips and said, "Little Xingxing, we're here."

There was no movement on the back.

Qin Yousheng turned his head back and saw Qin Fanxing fell asleep with his head on his shoulder.

Half of her face leaned against it softly, her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes were all drooping down, her sleeping face was very peaceful, like a little animal that was defenseless against the world.

Qin Yousheng laughed.

Without rummaging for the key from her, he raised his hand, took off the hairpin pinned to her head, straightened it, and inserted it into the lock cylinder. With a few clicks, the door opened in response.

Qin Yousheng put her on the bed, and the room was filled with the girl's fragrance, which stimulated his blood.

Qin Fanxing never woke up.

Seeing this, Qin Yousheng said with a smile in his voice, "So relieved of me"

As if answering his words, Qin Fanxing in his sleep rubbed his face on the pillow, still sleeping soundly.

Qin Yousheng stroked her face with his fingers, and described her eyebrows and eyes inch by inch. Due to his years of military service, his fingertips were covered with gun calluses. When he passed by, she trembled in her dream.

Under the bright moonlight outside the window, her long hair spread out like a waterfall. When he saw it, he felt that it was like a brocade of flowers. He couldn't move his eyes, and the ripples in his heart swayed round and round.

Qin Yousheng couldn't help himself.

He leaned over and kissed her forehead restrainedly.

Little star, we have a long way to go

When she woke up the next day, Qin Fanxing was a little confused, looked around, she was in her own room, and then she remembered that Qin Yousheng carried her back last night.

She reached out and touched her forehead.

In a dream last night, Qin Yousheng's thin lips fell on it.

It's just different from the innocence and flawlessness of childhood, it seems to have scorching heat and infinite lingering.

Qin Fanxing patted his head, feeling that he was thinking too much

The night is wide and the neon lights are bright.

In a high-end restaurant in the urban area, in the box on the second floor, it was very lively.

Qin Yousheng was wearing a camouflage training uniform with two buttons on his collar slightly unbuttoned. He was a little more lazy than his usual rigorous appearance, but he didn't look decadent at all, and he was still very heroic.

They had just finished training, and some comrades came to gather here.

His friend Jiang Jian took out two cigarettes from the cigarette case and handed one of them to him.

Qin Yousheng waved his hand, but didn't answer.

Jiang Jian was surprised, "You don't smoke"

Qin Yousheng said, "Quit."

Jiang Jian's eyes widened when he heard the words, "What's the situation, why did you quit smoking suddenly?"

For men, smoking is often a habit, especially if you want to quit, it is very difficult. At least Jiang Jian has been talked about by his parents for a long time, and he has not succeeded in quitting until now.

Qin Yousheng smiled without saying a word.

Although he didn't say it, Jiang Jian still caught the strangeness from the arc of his lips, and he suddenly smiled a bit cheaply, "Is it related to your girl? What's the matter, you should hold on tight. After all, you have been waiting for so many years, if I were a woman, my buddy would be moved, but I am still waiting to drink your wedding wine."

Qin Yousheng said slowly, "No rush"

He picked up the red wine glass in his hand, took a sip, and the arc of smile spread to his eyes.

Jiang Jian clicked his tongue twice.

The phone rang, and it was a call from my mother Dong Yazhi who was far away in the Tibetan area.

After her grandfather passed away, Dong Yazhi took him back to the Tibetan area, supported the family business by herself, and became a strong woman. Last year, she finally got rid of the last opponent in the family, and he no longer had to be restrained.

Dong Yazhi respected him very much, and was very grateful to the couple Li Xiangsi and Qin Yinian who adopted him. At the beginning, they only changed their household registration, and they still let him keep the surname Qin Yousheng in order to let him remember this kindness.

Regarding the choice of joining the army, Dong Yazhi is even more supportive, because her husband is an indomitable soldier.

Qin Yousheng walked out of the box to pick him up. On the line, he patiently responded to his mother's gentle concern and advice.

When he hung up the phone, he didn't go in by himself, but slowed down two new mouthfuls.