Weird Gacha Machine

Yin Mu really wanted to die from laughing, lying on the bed at night laughing until the bed shook when he thought about it.

Kneeling and kowtowing, I'm afraid they didn't come from ancient time travel, do you want to burn three pillars of high incense for the ancestors?

"Is it so funny?" Song Qingqiao came out of the bathroom, and this bastard with a broken leg actually brought a nightgown?When did you buy it?Why have you never seen it worn?

"Brother Qiao, you're really fucking flirty." It's not a day or two since you've been flirty.

"Wearing a nightgown and being coquettish again? Then I'll go to the projection room to sleep." It happened that he missed the cotton candy-like soft tatami in the projection room.

"It's up to you, anyway, if you go out, don't even think about entering this house again."

Yin Mu's room is on the attic, and the sound insulation is very good.

"No, I'm not going anywhere except by my brother's side." Song Qingqiao climbed onto the bed, rubbing her wet hair against Yin Mu's clothes.

"Brother, please hurry up and blow-dry your hair."

It feels unspeakably good, people say, parents are the only ones who can't choose for themselves.In fact, not only your parents, but also a large number of relatives and friends are all you can't choose, you can only accept it.But Song Qingqiao chose her grandma herself, and she was a wonderful grandma.He couldn't tell who he and Yin Mu chose, or whether they chose each other. These two people gave him the feeling that he belonged, which was great.

"What are you thinking about?" Yin Mu asked him.

"No...it's nothing." He was just a little immersed in joy and couldn't extricate himself.

Yin Mu hugged Song Qingqiao's waist habitually, but in the end his hands went straight into his nightgown.The man had no clothes on, and all he could touch were lean muscles and bones.

?

"What?" Song Qingqiao asked.

"What was it like when you first met me?"

Wow, Boss Yin made a sudden attack.Didn't he drink alcohol, why did he start to torture him?

"I don't feel it." She answered honestly, with zero desire to survive.

"What about now?" Please say something nice, you won't lose a piece of meat.

Song Qingqiao turned sideways to him, and smiled evilly: "If you touch it further down, you'll know?"

Bah, bah, bah, where the fuck is it.

"I think, we need to have a good discussion on this issue." Why is Lao Tzu the one who gets stabbed every time?It's not that Yin Mu never thought of fighting back, but his hand strength is indeed not as strong as Song Qingqiao's.If you can't fight melee, you can only outsmart them.

"This is fate, Mr. Yin, you cannot resist fate."

"But obviously you are more like a boy."

Song Qingqiao immediately became serious: "What's wrong with the little boy, does the little boy have no human rights?"

"The voice is still so girly."

"??? I'm so angry."

"Being angry proves that you hit your weakness."

Song Qingqiao withdrew Yin Mu's hand that was in his nightgown, turned over and carried it on his back.It's all fake. When you love me, you say I have a sweet voice. If you don't love me, you say my mother.

Yin Mu looked at Song Qingqiao curled up like a cat, and suddenly realized that this might be an opportunity!Living two years longer than him can't be inflated!It was too late and then it was too fast, as soon as the nightgown was lifted, he began to take off his underwear.

When you say Song Qingqiao is a jerk, you really think he is a jerk, and Yin Mu turns dizzy for a while and is pushed down again.

"Have you forgotten what I said before?" Song Qingqiao strangled his wrists, "It's impossible for me to fall asleep."

Before you sleep with me, you will sleep with me first.

"Hey, Brother Qiao, I admit defeat, let's go to sleep, just pretend that I, Yin, didn't say anything today."

It seems that the extra two years are really wasted.

Taotao thought about going out to play with brother Xiaomu and brother Qiao today, and went out with grandma at six or seven in the morning.When I arrived at Yin Mu's house, only grandma got up and knit wool tirelessly.

"Grandma Long, where's Brother Xiaomu?"

"Taotao, they are still sleeping, you are so energetic there." Of course, grandma didn't know what happened last night, but it is impossible for young children to get up at seven in the morning.

Taotao is also a bear, "dongdong" ran up to the attic, knocked on the door twice, but no one answered.

"Brother Xiaomu, I'm coming in."

Yin Mu, who was still in the dreamland, didn't pay much attention when he heard it, but suddenly remembered that this was at his own home, and Mr. Yuan told him never to lock the door before.

"Wait a minute!Terrible habits are really harmful.

Damn, I haven't had time to get dressed, and the pajamas are lying on the floor.

God finally gave the two of them a break, and when the door was opened a crack, it was closed again.

"Tao Tao, why are you so rude! Go down and wait!" The child was taken away by Aunt Li.

I have been frightened since early in the morning, how can my little heart bear it.

Song Qingqiao slept soundly, and the dark red tooth marks on her shoulders were eye-catching.After staying with dogs for a long time and being assimilated, who would not bite a person?Looking at the marks on my body, I always feel that I did something a little thrilling last night.

"Brother Qiao, do you want to sleep a little longer?" Yin Mu did not doze off.

Song Qingqiao's eyelashes trembled, and she opened her eyes: "Get up."

After being educated, Taotao honestly sat on the sofa and watched TV dramas with her grandma.

"Xiao Song, come here." Grandma greeted Song Qingqiao and knit another scarf, "Now I have two grandchildren."

The scarf grandma wove for Song Qingqiao was smoky gray, and it was exactly the same as Yin Mu's except for the color, so she really wasn't partial at all.

After breakfast, Yin Mu and Song Qingqiao took Taotao out, saying that they were going out to play, but they had no plans at all.

"Taotao, where do you want to go to play?" Yin Mu asked Taotao, he had never taken care of a child, and Song Qingqiao obviously hadn't either.

Whoever you see takes a child out to play also needs a SLR camera.

"You can go anywhere!" Taotao pulled Yin Mu to Biye to Song Qingqiao's camera.

This is really embarrassing for Mr. Yin.

"Want to go to the amusement park?" Yin Mu really couldn't think of what else to do with the children.

"Peach doesn't like amusement parks." The child pouted.

"Then what do you like?"

"I like drawing! The teacher said that I am the best painter in our class!"

Isn't that kid just scribbling with crayons and watercolors?

"I know a place." Song Qingqiao said.

The three of them arrived at an art gallery in the center of the city. Yin Mu naturally didn't know the place. He was a person who had no artistic talent at all. When he passed by, he would just say, wow, the realism is so high, and he wouldn't stop for a while. .

This art museum has only been open for a few years, and the entire architectural style is extremely trendy, called "Nishitie Art Museum".

"Watching an art exhibition?" Yin Mu wasn't very interested.

Song Qingqiao chuckled: "Of course not."

There is a handmade pottery room on the first basement floor of the Nishitetsu Art Museum. After paying an entrance fee, you can play with clay yourself, but you have to pay for the finished products.The heating is provided inside, and there are not many people. Basically, some young people come here to find fresh food. Brother Qiao is a good idea.

The caretaker brought them aprons, and the children were all excited.

"Tao Tao, you can't get your clothes dirty." Yin Mu originally thought that Song Qingqiao should be the main force, and he just cooperated, but that person obviously didn't intend to do it.

"You guys play, I'll take pictures."

What a fart!Yin Mu looked at the stone-gray sticky clay in front of him and was a little bit hesitant to do it.

Taotao didn't mind being dirty, so she patted down with one hand and made a small palm print on the object: "Soft!"

"What do you want to make? We can take it home when it's done." Yin Mu whispered to her.

As a result, Tao Tao patted Yin Mu's face with her dirty little hand, leaving a small handprint on her face, her nose and eyes squeezed together with a smile: "Brother Xiao Mu has turned into a cat!"

This kid is a bit of a bear.

Yin Mu had nothing to do, after all, he only said not to stain his clothes, not his face.

Taotao had fun for a while, and the administrator sister came to teach them how to make pottery. She put a lump of mud on the drawing turntable, and the moist clay formed a cylinder with the help of both hands as the drawing machine turned.

"Just play freely like this, and pay attention to the strength." The administrator's sister held Taotao's hands and placed them on the rotating clay. Taotao looked amazing, and with a little force, the cylinder collapsed, " Haha, kid, take your time, if you don't want to stretch the embryo, you can just knead the shape directly."

Pottery is so hard!This is the exclamation of Yin Mu, who has been working on the clay on the drawing machine for an hour and still can't stick to the wall like cakes.

Look at Taotao again, at least the child made the cylinder successfully!

I'm dying, not even a child.

"Boss Yin, do you know nothing but study well?"

"Will you die if you don't speak?"

Song Qingqiao put the camera aside, moved behind Yin Mu, and stretched out two hands from behind to support his.

The strength was controlled by Song Qingqiao, and the puddle of mud gradually took shape, a bowl shape with a big top and a small bottom.

"Isn't it simple?"

"It seems...it's not difficult."

Taotao watched from the side, and silently pushed her cylinder down: "Ah! It's down!"

……

In the end nothing was done.

When it was time to go home for dinner, Yin Mu felt a bad premonition as soon as he opened the door.There is a pair of suede high-heeled short boots at the entrance of the entrance. It cannot be Aunt Li's or grandma's by exclusion.Other people came to the house.

Taotao ran in first, and looked at Mr. Yuan who was sitting on the sofa: "Aunt Yuan!"

To be reasonable, Taotao is still a little afraid of Mr. Yuan, her little mind can't figure out why such a scary aunt would give birth to a child like Brother Xiaomu?

"Mom." Yin Mu called respectfully.

"Look, I just told you that I'm a grandson." Grandma introduced Song Qingqiao to Mr. Yuan.

Song Qingqiao's mind is full of thoughts now, what to do, President Yin said that his mother won't come back until the Chinese New Year, isn't the look I prepared before all useless, and what I'm wearing today is not decent at all.

"Godmother?" Song Qingqiao pondered, since grandma is godmother, the daughter called grandma is naturally godmother, but Yin Mu pinched her from behind.

Wrong call? !

Surprise flashed across Mr. Yuan's face: "You know how to recognize relatives."

Yin Mu stood aside and dared not speak nonsense, this kind of silence spread all the way to the dining table.

"Why did you come back so early this year?" Grandma asked Mr. Yuan.

"I'm not feeling well, I'm on vacation early."

"All right, I'll accompany you to the inspection in the afternoon."

"It's not so troublesome, it's just tired, just rest for a few days."

Yin Mu sneaked a glance at Mr. Yuan. Mr. Yuan has always had stomach problems. He has too many worries at work and is very strict with himself, so he looks much thinner than his peers.

"You just don't take your body seriously, you have to go, there is no need to discuss it." Grandma is still the same grandma.

"I'll go by myself after the new year, don't worry about that."

In the afternoon Song Qingqiao was going out for a while, not letting Yin Mu follow her, saying she would be back soon.

"Going to Japan with you?" Mr. Yuan asked.

"Yes."

"Is it okay if he doesn't go home for the New Year?"

"If there is something to do, I will go back in a few hours."

Song Qingqiao has something to do, so Yin Mu still wants to keep him from leaving?

"Grandma likes him very much." Mr. Yuan took a sip of tea, "What's his name?"

"Song Qingqiao."

The atmosphere was really unbearable, Yin Mu counted the minutes and begged Song Qingqiao to come back quickly.Waited for about half an hour.

Song Qingqiao had figured it out, but she went straight to the kitchen with her things in hand.

"What are you doing?" Yin Mu ran over and asked him.

"Boss Yin, does your mother have stomach problems?"

"God, how did you see that?"

Song Qingqiao soaked the peanuts in warm water, washed the dried red dates, removed the pits, and there were other miscellaneous things that Yin Mu couldn't recognize.

"Maybe it's because she doesn't wear makeup?"

Yes, and poor-mouthed.

Yin Mu just watched him busy, and they occasionally cook and eat by themselves at home, just occasionally, the premise is that Song Qingqiao has special leisure time.

Song Qingqiao threw a lot of things into the pot and cooked them together. It was hard to tell whether the taste was fragrant or not, but the pot was sticky anyway.

He filled a bowl and handed it to Yin Mu: "Go, tell your mother to drink it."

"I...you can go by yourself." Why do you have to call me.

Song Qingqiao expected that he wouldn't dare: "Then you drink it yourself, drink it clean, and finish your food."

"Godmother, try the syrup I made for grandma."

Mr. Yuan didn't understand why grandma liked this kid before, but now he understands a little bit when he looks like he has nothing to do.

"It's too sweet." Mr. Yuan took a sip. The taste was okay, but it was not suitable for the elderly.

Song Qingqiao smiled so much that she showed her dimples: "Then I can only drink it for you, it is good for your health."

Yin Mu wanted to clap his hands and applaud when he heard this, the hole was dug just waiting for Mr. Yuan to jump.

As the saying goes, Mr. Yuan has no choice but to drink it without hitting the smiling person with his hand, and his mouth is full of sweet and sour taste.

"You write this prescription to me." Mr. Yuan has been taking diet therapy all the time, but those prescriptions are either too troublesome or not very effective. Song Qingqiao can try it.

"Success, but you promised me that you must insist on drinking, otherwise my unique secret recipe will be in vain."

There is also a unique secret recipe, why don’t you just put everything together and cook it.

President Yuan agreed.

Grandma woke up from her afternoon nap, smelled it, and said, "Hey, what are you doing, don't you have an old man's share?"

"Of course." Song Qingqiao got up and prepared to serve soup to grandma.

"No, it's too sweet, mom, you can't drink it." Mr. Yuan is really strict.

Song Qingqiao naturally had his own way, and said with a smile: "It's okay, the pot is not sweet, I added two extra rock sugar to your bowl."

The author has something to say:

Sao boy is still that sao boy

The scheming boy is still the same scheming boy

It’s just that the supercilious Mr. Yin is no longer that Mr. Yin =)