This UP can't move

At around 10:30 on Saturday morning, Yao Shuyu took out her key and opened the door with her arms that were not sore. She was going to adjust herself to a listless mode, so as to gain more sympathy from her little boyfriend after entering the door.

"I'm back……"

"You're back, Mr. Yao!"

A figure rushed over from the living room with a whoosh. It must have bounced off the sofa when he heard the sound of him taking the key to open the door. Otherwise, it would be impossible to rush to him within two seconds.

It's like flashing on.

It's just that this figure... is about the same height as him.

Almost as strong as myself.

It is still showing its teeth and claws, and its natural curly hair is about to fly.

"Speak up if you have something to say." Yao Shuyu stretched out the arm that was supposed to play "soreness" at the moment, and made a gesture of rejection, "Just stand there and don't move."

This is already the second time he has "slowed down" in these two days.

Like a dog leg, Qian Hao reached out to take Yao Shuyu's backpack, and smiled obsequiously: "Mr. Yao is exhausted, working hard, hurry up, hurry up, come in and have a rest."

Sitting paralyzed on the sofa, Jin Feng tilted his head and called out to Mr. Yao, and by the way, made fun of Qian Hao:

"Yes, the level of education is increasing day by day."

Fu Chengcheng gave Jin Feng a blank look, reluctantly raised his arm and waved it, as if he had greeted Yao Shuyu.

"...Why does it feel like I entered your house?" Yao Shuyu shook the goosebumps on her body, and said to Qian Hao, "Stop, don't laugh like that, the last one who laughed like you still owes me how much money." Daqian hasn’t been paid back yet.”

Qian Hao, who smiled as if he owed Mr. Yao thousands of dollars, pointed to the door behind Yao Shuyu, and kindly reminded:

"President Yao, the door is not closed."

Yao Shuyu gave Qian Hao an unfathomable look, and acted like a fool:

"Let's drive first, someone will come later."

"Oh oh oh," Qian Hao nodded like pounding garlic, and said with a look of understanding, "You ordered takeaway, right? Then leave the door open—dry pot, stew pot, or soup pot?"

After asking about the pot, he turned his head and yelled at Su Qihan in the living room very considerately:

"Si Xiaoer Su! Fortunately, you haven't started cooking yet."

Yao Shuyu: "..."

No, he didn't mean that, and he didn't order takeout either.

Yao Shuyu changed into his slippers and walked towards the living room quite speechlessly. Su Qihan just stood up from the sofa and walked towards him. Qian Hao followed behind him.

"I'm back." Su Qihan blinked and smiled, "Dry pot, stew pot or soup pot?"

Yao Shuyu sighed softly: "No order, you can't make me whatever I want..."

After speaking, he only hesitated for a second, then raised his left arm and stretched it out in front of Su Qihan.

Then raised his eyebrows.

Change the subject.

In this family recently, ordering takeout is like being a thief.

Su Qihan glanced at Yao Shuyu with some amusement, and stretched out his hand to pinch his arm symbolically. Before he could pinch twice, his hand slid down from the position of the upper arm to the wrist, took advantage of the situation, and moved towards his own. The direction tugged.

Yao Shuyu was "dragged away" very cooperatively, and when she walked up to Su Qihan, she didn't shy away from it, she lowered her head and rubbed his forehead.

Su Qihan quickly let go of him, covered his head and slipped away, shrinking into the sofa, muttering:

"...not serious."

Jin Feng, who was slumped on the couch originally, restrained himself a little, and stuffed himself into the corner of the sofa. Su Qihan sat in the middle, and Yao Shuyu sat down next to him.

He took a sip of the water that Su Qihan handed him, and then asked with a contemptuous expression:

"Do you guys hold a party at my house every time I'm not at home?"

Before he finished speaking, his arms were already on Su Qihan's shoulders, leading him to his side.

He didn't ask why Qian Fujin came here, because when he was on the high-speed rail, Su Qihan sent him a message, asking if he could bring Qian Fujin back with him when he returned home, and wanted to discuss it The "public class" thing.

Yao Shuyu replied to him at the time:

- this is your home, don't ask me

Su Qihan returned him a blushing little man.

As always, Fu Chengcheng, who was sitting on the single sofa, looked at Jin Feng and said provocatively, "Do you understand that choosing a seat requires wisdom? How about it? Do you feel that you are glowing?"

Jin Feng was speechless, so he had to squeeze into the corner again.

Qian Hao, who was originally a member of the couch, was forced to move to another single sofa exuding wisdom.

I'm quite happy.

He propped his elbows on his knees, and leaned his entire upper body forward in the direction where Yao Shuyu was sitting, his eyes were still shining with anticipation and nervousness:

"Boss Yao, um... did you bring something back?"

As he said, he took Yao Shuyu's backpack with both hands and handed it to him.

Only then did Yao Shuyu realize that Qian Hao was still holding his bag.

"Oh yes, you reminded me."

Yao Shuyu took the bag, unzipped it, and reached into the bag.

Qian Hao was watching eagerly from the side, wishing to stuff his eyes into Yao Shuyu's bag.

Jin Feng and Fu Chengcheng couldn't help being curious about the expectant eyes, they both stretched their necks and leaned towards them.

Yao Shuyu took out a slightly flat cuboid box from the bag, it was not big, about the size of an ordinary photo frame.

FireUP's logo Ah Huo is printed on the box, and even the tape used to seal the box is full of Ah Huo's various emoticons.

He gave the box to Su Qihan: "A gift for you."

Qian Hao, who has been waiting for Mr. Yao to give him Chen Ru's autographed photo for a lifetime, and who will wait another lifetime, said: "..."

This mysterious little box is obviously more attractive than Chen Ru's signature. Fu Chengcheng stared at it intently, and Jin Feng started to yell:

"What a good thing! Can it be dismantled, Mr. Yao? Let's take it apart and have a look!"

Yao Shuyu squinted at him: "Is it for you, so you just fiddled with it?"

Qian Hao decided to put aside the matter of signing, and take a look at what this official logo is printed on.

Su Qihan held the box with curiosity on his face:

"What is it? Can I take it apart? Well, have you had any good days lately...why did you give me a gift?"

"It's for you, what can't be disassembled, look at Jin Xiaoer, how self-conscious he is," Yao Shuyu said with a bit of laughter, "It is indeed a good day worth remembering, you will know when you take it apart."

Su Qihan nodded, and carefully tore off the tape that sealed the box, which was the one with a string of Ah Huo emoticons printed on it. He wanted to preserve the pattern as completely as possible.

Yao Shuyu clicked his tongue, reached out and took the small fruit knife on the coffee table in front of him, avoiding Su Qihan's hand, and gently stroked the wedge of the box:

"Don't be so careful, I like this tape and I'll get you a roll later."

Only then did Su Qihan safely pull out the contents of the box.

Then lifted the neatly wrapped foam paper.

Jin Feng leaned closer: "Wow..."

Fu Chengcheng also raised his eyebrows, a little surprised: "This is..."

Qian Hao, who couldn't see clearly because of the reflection: "What? Show me, show me..."

"Yes..." Su Qihan looked back at Yao Shuyu, and said excitedly, "It's a [-] fan commemorative plaque!"

The commemorative plate is made like a glass photo frame, and the place used to put the "photo" inside is a rectangular metal plate, black, with a matte texture, and a little bit of glitter is sprinkled on it.

In the middle is written "[-] Fan Memorial" and his ID "Shangjiu". The signature is FireUP, all written in silver fonts, and Ah Huo is painted on the back, and a few tufts of hair on his head are burning.

But fire is also silver.

If it is to commemorate millions of fans, then the words and logo will be golden.

Yao Shuyu curled the corner of his mouth, without asking any questions, and said with certainty: "I told you you would like it."

Qian Hao finally saw clearly: "Wow, this is cool!"

"When did I have 9 fans?" Su Qihan held the commemorative plaque fondly, and muttered, "Last time I saw it was more than [-]..."

Yao Shuyu couldn't help but make fun of him: "Huh? Will our fairy little UP master also count his fans at any time?"

Su Qihan's small thoughts were punctured, his face flushed, and he said a little embarrassedly: "Ken, I will definitely pay attention..."

"Boss Yao, what is your gift to Su Xiaosi?" Fu Chengcheng gave Yao Shuyu a contemptuous look, "You are very good at borrowing flowers to present Buddha, and you are so fascinated by us Su Xiaosi."

Jin Feng chimed in: "That's right, borrowing flowers to offer Buddha."

Even Su Qihan nodded solemnly and looked at Yao Shuyu, ready to "ask for an explanation".

"What's wrong with borrowing flowers to offer Buddha?" Yao Shuyu raised his eyebrows, "If I didn't specially ask them to pack them into gift boxes and bring them back to you, they would have to send them home, and what you'd receive would be an ugly courier box, the surprise value is at most half of what it is now."

Su Qihan couldn't hold back anymore, and smiled: "I want to put it with your commemorative plaque."

"Okay," Yao Shuyu curled his lips, "You can put it wherever you want, even on the bedside table."

Just as Su Qihan answered "That's too exaggerated", Jin Feng said with a playful smile:

"The bedside table won't do. The bedside table should have your wedding photo on it."

Fu Chengcheng pushed his glasses: "Second."

"There are still at least two years left before the marriage, and the bedside table may not be empty," Yao Shuyu said with a serious expression, "Put a group photo first to make do with it."

Su Qihan's ears were turning red again.

"Speaking of photos..." Qian Hao couldn't sit still, "President Yao, is there anything else you forgot to take out?"

Yao Shuyu was thinking about which group photo would be more suitable. When Qian Hao asked, he didn't respond.

"Ok?"

Qian Hao didn't pretend to be reserved anymore, and finally said directly: "That's right... Then what, didn't I ask you to help me get Miss Chen Ru's autograph..."

"Oh, this matter." Yao Shuyu acted as if he just remembered this matter, and said in Qian Hao's expectant eyes, "I didn't want it."

Qian Hao's smile froze on his face.

"You didn't want it!"

"How could you not want it!"

"Crack! Did you hear that! Crack! Crack! The sound of a young boy's heart breaking!"

"My dream... woo woo woo..."

Jin Feng and Fu Chengcheng looked sympathetic, as if they were surprised that Yao Shuyu forgot to sign, because Yao Shuyu had always cared about their affairs.

"Forgot?" Even Su Qihan was a little surprised, and hurriedly tried to make up for Yao Shuyu, who had missed something. Photos? Go back and ask the manager, maybe there are some left.”

With tears in his eyes, Qian Hao looked at Yao Shuyu with the last glimmer of hope.

Yao Shuyu: "Ah, there are ten cards in total, all drawn."

Qian Hao wanted to cry, but in the end he just fell silent sadly.

The heart dies like a lamp goes out.

Yao Shuyu watched his expression change from anger to sadness to despair, and kindly explained:

"No... just a photo, you don't have to..."

Qian Hao waved his hand: "There's no need to mention it again. You shouldn't expect extravagant things if you can't get them."

Yao Shuyu wanted to slap this pretending deep thing to death with a slap.

Suddenly there was a sound of opening the door.

Qian Hao said desperately: "The takeaway is here, when will my love arrive?"

Everyone, except Qian Hao, looked towards the door.

But there is no takeaway boy in a yellow robe.

There is only one girl with a big bag.

The girl closed the door, quickly took off the mask on her face, and shouted domineeringly——

"It's killing me...help me get something!"

"Boss Yao!"

"Old Yao!!"

"elder brother!!!"