Weird Gacha Machine

Xu Huang is really a bit wise and stupid.But this statement seems to think too highly of him, saying that he is a blind cat, he can often bump into dead mice, he is very talented, and he is a rare genius.I didn't achieve much in my life, and getting rich depends on reincarnation, it's all luck.

Overturning Yin Mu's conclusion by himself is probably the hardest effort he has ever made in his life.

"Isn't it enough for the two of you to look down all day and see each other?" It's not that Xu Huang has never been in love, but he has never seen such a conversation like these two.

In his heart, he knew that Boss Yin and Brother Qiao were not joking, but he just felt that it was not smooth, and he couldn't explain why it was not smooth now, but maybe he would know it later.

"Brother Huang, you said how nice it was for you to introduce Brother Qiao to me a few years ago." Yin Mu let go of Song Qingqiao, went to business, and picked out clothes.

"Hey, Mr. Yin, you are not kind. When did I not call you on my birthday?"

It's embarrassing for Brother Huang, and Niannian called Niannian not to agree.

"Then I won't go, don't you know how to bring him to find me?"

Poor enough, Brother Qiao, look at what kind of philosophy you have instilled in Mr. Yin all day long, with a face that is thicker than a city wall and a heart that is darker than coal.

"I also have to know that you like this one. Brother Qiao, I can't take out anything casually." Xu Huang looked at him with mixed feelings.

Song Qingqiao didn't mind, he felt that Brother Huang didn't take him to see Yin in the past, it was always a good thing, meeting him a few years ago might not lead to what he is now, so the arrangement of fate is a clever word.

"How about wearing wine red?" Song Qingqiao picked out a dark wine red suede suit, and just picked it at random, since he wasn't getting married anyway.

"Go and try." Yin Mu ordered him, and asked the shopping guide to take a set of Song Qingqiao's size and push it into the fitting room.

"Let me tell you, if old Mr. Song knows that you two are not sure, how can he treat Brother Qiao?" Xu Huang whispered to Yin Mu while Song Qingqiao was changing clothes.

"What do you mean?" Yin Mu hadn't thought of that step yet.

"In our area, the two children of Old Songtou's family are role models. You should also belong to the category of children from other families. You don't understand our feelings." Xu Huang ate a small cake prepared on the bar counter, "Lu Mao The reason why I was beaten the most when I was a child was because of them, and while the old Lu was beating, he insisted on letting Lu Mao play with them, it was miserable."

"It's really miserable." It was one of the miracles that Lu Hengliang could grow so big.

"Don't look like Brother Qiao, just be good at home." Xu Huang continued, "Old Song can do whatever he wants, but it's probably not that easy."

Heh, what else do you want to do, if you really say it's so good, you can live like this?

Song Qingqiao opened the curtain of the fitting room, changed into a suit, and stood there buttoning up her cuff buttons to look like a beautiful tree.

"It's a bit big." He looked in the mirror and was not very satisfied.

But Yin Mu and Xu Huang were quite satisfied!

"Fuck, handsome! You are so fucking handsome!" Xu Huang wanted to pat Song Qingqiao with his cream-stained hand, but was dodged by a clever one.

Brother Huang just doesn't know how to praise people well.

"Looks good! That's it!" Buy it, Mr. Yin paid for it!

Yin Mu tried another wine red set, the neckline and cuffs were cut differently, double-breasted.The first couple outfit with Brother Qiao was amazing.

"You two are so damn good, you look so good together." Xu Huang flashed his mobile phone, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Sure enough, wearing a suit depends on temperament. He and Lu Hengliang are dressed like two bodyguards. This is what people call costumes. It doesn't mean that they are ugly, or that they are vicious... a bit bearish.

At night, Yin Mu lay on the sofa looking at the photos sent by Xu Huang, he was so happy, he couldn't stop being so happy.Brother Huang was the figure in the mirror looking at them from behind. Song Qingqiao stood straight and brushed his hair, and he was buttoning his clothes with his head slightly lowered. No matter how you look at it, it looks harmonious. It would be perfect if there is no Brother Huang stealing a shadow at the corner of the mirror.

No, such a beautiful photo has to be set as a wallpaper, but I am a bit reluctant to replace the original one.

"It's so confusing."

"how?"

"This photo looks good, and the previous one also looked good." In short, he had nothing to look at, Song Qingqiao just looked good.

"Then I can set it up?" Song Qingqiao took out his phone and finally changed his abstract oil painting wallpaper.

"Wait a minute, fuck me, I remembered something!" Yin Mu sat up from the sofa, his forehead almost hit Song Qingqiao's chin, "Do you remember the time I drank with Officer Su, and I asked him to take me? The phone called you, he saw my wallpaper!"

Song Qingqiao stared blankly at him, chewing the popsicle: "I haven't settled with you yet, when did you know him so well?"

……

"Hey, you didn't ask me, you just added a WeChat, fellow."

Folks, it's annoying to listen to.

Song Qingqiao didn't reply, just licked the popsicle by herself, watching the variety show on TV that she didn't even know the name of.

Yin Mu lay back on his lap, and continued to admire the photos, admiring his Sweetie Qiao.

If you see it, you will see it, and you can't do anything to him.

Winter vacation is not as free as summer vacation. Song Qingqiao is busier than when she was in school. She has to go home and take care of Ms. Zeng at the same time.Yin Mu didn't meet him until the day before the wedding.It's an invitation.

"Boss Yin, you miss me so much." That's what Xiao Biesheng meant by getting married.

Yin Mu looked at him, he had only been back for a few days, and he lost weight again, so he didn't eat properly.

The invitation card is particularly textured in the hand, the main color is off-white, and many dried flowers are inserted on the cover, red, white and green complement each other.Opening it, one side is the epitome of the two newcomers drawn in stick strokes, and the other side is the oath, name, time and place written in cursive English. The characters are all dark green, and the whole style is very fresh.

Wait a minute.

"You wrote this name?" Yin Mu looked at the column where guests were invited, and his name was written by hand.

"Is it alright?" Song Qingqiao grinned, "Everyone else printed it, and only you few were written by me."

So caring?To say that Song Qingqiao's handwriting is quite unique, under normal circumstances he doesn't write, otherwise he draws peach charms, but he is very rich when he writes seriously. All art.

"Hey, hello, that's great!" Yin Mu folded the invitations and put them away, always feeling that the festive atmosphere permeated around him. This was the first time he attended someone else's wedding.

But as the saying goes, if you take someone's invitation, you have to give it a gift, right?

"You mustn't, if you have that spare money, you'd rather give it to Prime Minister Song than give it to me." Song Qingqiao directly rejected his idea, our family does not lack your gift money.

"Then it's not good for me to eat and drink for nothing."

"Don't you still want to be a doorman with me?"

Yes, as a doorman, selling and laughing for a living.

That night, without a doubt, Yin Mu suffered from insomnia.

"Brother Qiao, how long are we going tomorrow?" Yin Mu tossed and turned, Song Qingqiao definitely couldn't fall asleep.

"Maybe ten o'clock in the morning."

"How many people were invited?"

Song Qingqiao knew that Yin Mu was nervous, so she hugged him: "I don't know, you will have dark circles under your eyes if you don't sleep again."

Early the next morning, Xu Huang's call was very timely, at five past seven.

"Boss Yin, are you awake?"

Fuck it!I only slept for three hours, okay?Who knows how he and Song Qingqiao stayed until four o'clock in the morning yesterday.

"Let the fart go."

"It's nothing, just ask."

Yin Mu hung up the phone resolutely, is Xu Huang sick?Aren't you afraid of retribution for disturbing people's dreams early in the morning!

When she slept until 08:30, Song Qingqiao's phone rang again.

"Brother Qiao, are you awake?"

"No."

"Baji" hung up the phone.

Yin Mu moved toward Song Qingqiao with his arms shirtless: "Forget it, it's time to get up, brother Huang's serial calls are really terrible."

The two got up to take a shower, Yin Mu looked at himself in the mirror, and secretly sighed that it was lucky that his face didn't look dead, which was barely normal.Song Qingqiao didn't say anything, the garden was full of spring and couldn't be closed.

Put on a tailored suit, fix your hairstyle, put on leather shoes, then wrap up in a big padded jacket and go out.

A car was parked downstairs, no accident, it was here to pick up Yin Mu and Song Qingqiao, the driver was... Lu Hengliang! ?

"Are you driving!?" Yin Mu asked after sitting on it.

Lu Hengliang turned his head to look at the two of them: "Boss Yin, trust me."

Yin Mu strongly suspected that it was because Song Xiangyi didn't believe him that he was free to come and pick them up.

"...It's not a question of whether I believe it or not." After sitting up, could it be possible to run?

It took about 10 minutes to drive. Ordinary people can drive for half an hour. Taking Lu Hengliang's car can be described as an extreme challenge, both physical and psychological torture.

The moment he got off the car, Yin Mu wanted to back down. This restaurant, no, a big hotel, was so grandiose that it was suffocating. Hundreds of wedding photos of Song Xiangyi and Zhisui scrolled on the large LED screen in a loop, and there was a human-shaped sign standing at the entrance of the hotel. Countless balloons were tied together to decorate the entire entrance, which was pink and a little cute.

No, he, Yin Mu, is someone who has seen big scenes anyway, so he can't be cowardly.

Song Qingqiao took him in, unexpectedly, the inside was even more exaggerated. A three-meter-high ultra-clear wedding photo was placed in the three-story hall. Yin Mu stood over and just hit Song Xiangyi's waist. He was not as thick as his legs. .A flower door was tied under the huge wedding photo, with two small bells hanging in the middle, and then there was a long European-style table with carefully arranged lace tablecloths, small photo frames, and miscellaneous decorations, which looked very girly.

"I'm afraid others don't know if your family is good-looking." There are so many pitfalls that I don't know where to start.

"I can't help it, my dad made it so high-profile." Song Qingqiao took off his coat, sat there, and first signed his name on the autograph book.

Naturally, Yin Mu also wanted to sign. When he took it over, he saw that they were not the first to arrive, and there were three big characters "Song Chengying" clearly written on it.

"Your relatives?" He asked Song Qingqiao while signing.

"My Father."

……

You said it was your aunt and aunt, but you said it was your father.

Oops, it's the feeling of a heart attack.The heart beat straight into the throat, and I couldn't even swallow it.

Before Yin Mu regained his composure, the door was opened by the welcome lady, and two men in suits and leather shoes walked in, both thin and tall, one of them looked older and more solemn, and the other It is more elegant and rich.

Song Qingqiao quickly stood up and said, "Dad, Uncle Lu."

The author has something to say:

Mr. Song and Lu Dafuhao are coming...

dirty...

Lu Dafu's appearance fee is too high... Please can't afford it...