I just want to start a career when I travel to the brainless

Lin Qingqian rubbed her waist with a headache.

The child kicked over again, his face was still flushed, and he looked at himself with shame and annoyance.

"Lin Qingqian, if you go on like this, I will ignore you!" Song Qing became more and more angry like a puffer fish.

In less than two hours since we met, Lin Qingqian has already driven three different cars on various occasions.

As for being so...hungry?

For her own happiness and sex/blessing, Lin Qingqian didn't care about her throbbing waist, hugged the child into her arms and coaxed the child nicely, "I was wrong, I was wrong."

Tsk, the child is too thin-skinned.

Song Qingyue rested his head on her shoulder, and stretched his hand towards her waist, rubbing it carefully, but his face was cold, and he uttered hard words: "Does it hurt?"

Lin Qingqian nodded: "A little bit, but I'm used to it."

Song Qingyue was at a loss for words.

What a painful habit.

"Actually..." Song Qingyue looked at Lin Qingqian's painful face and hesitated a little in his heart, "If you, really, the two of us, I mean just the two of us, go out together, um .”

Lin Qingqian instantly understood the words that didn't match the preamble, smiled instantly on her face, and nodded repeatedly.

Unexpected joy.

"Make you proud, let you be proud." Song Qingyue looked at Lin Qingqian's wrinkled face with a smile and couldn't help but patted Lin Qingqian's shoulder, "Why are you so lustful?"

"It's not because of you." Lin Qingqian smiled half complaining and half lovingly.

Song Qingyue was inexplicably stunned by this sentence, half of his body was numb, and looked at Lin Qingqian with a bit of reproach, "Why do you always talk about love in weird places? Your mouth is so sweet?"

Normally, he can't spit out anything interesting, but when he comes to such a strange topic, he bursts out with strange love words.

Lin Qing shrugged, "The mouth is so sweet, because you are sweet."

Song Qingyue smiled and pinched Lin Qingqian's face, "This sentence is a little greasy, bad review."

"How greasy?" Song Qingyue saw a Lin Maomao whose hair exploded in an instant, and leaned forward to rub it shyly, "Are you saying I'm greasy?"

Song Qingyue smiled and dodged left and right, but Lin Maomao held him under his paws and ate it up.

It was another lingering and suffocating deep kiss. In the end, Song Qingyue had given up on throwing Lin Qingqian's fidgeting hands away, but let her do whatever she wanted.

The voice of the walkie-talkie suddenly sounded, and the assistant sister asked cautiously: "Mr. Lin, Teacher Xiao Song, we will be there in 3 minutes."

There was no sound from the intercom.

The assistant's sister understood instantly, turned off the walkie-talkie, and reminded the driver in a low voice: "Go around again."

"clear."

The two people in the back seat of the car separated, and silently tidied up each other's clothes - at least superficially tidied up, winter clothes, nothing to tell.

"How on earth did you learn this skill? You can still untie your clothes when they are so thick." Song Qingyue complained in a low voice.

Lin Qingqian blushed a little, pursed her lips, and coughed twice to ease the embarrassment.

She rang the intercom: "Go straight to the hotel, don't go around in circles."

"Yes, Mr. Lin."

The car stopped quickly and smoothly, and the two looked at each other's slightly red and swollen lips, and put on masks together.

Enter from the underground parking lot and take the VIP elevator passage. Fortunately, I didn't meet anyone along the way.

Song Qingyue and the crew also lived in this hotel, but they lived on the same floor as Luo Yongqi before, and they were treated equally.

Of course, Mr. Lin was different, he directly booked a suite on the top floor.

"Hey, it's the same as our suite in "Lone Wolf"."

Song Qingyue looked left and right in surprise.

There is actually a feeling of revisiting the old place.

"Well, it's a hotel chain after all." Lin Qingqian took off her coat and hung it up, put her arms around the child's waist, "Come here."

"What's wrong?" Song Qingyue was held by Lin Qingqian and walked to the bathroom.

"Do you remember the layout of the bathroom?" Lin Qingqian asked the child in a low voice, putting her arm around Song Qingyue's shoulders and circling her from behind.

Song Qingyue nodded, "Remember, it's not frosted glass. I was quite happy at first, but I regretted it a little later. There is also a circular... Jacuzzi with a diameter of two meters."

She suddenly understood why Lin Qingqian asked her to come here.

"Let's talk about it tonight." She looked at Lin Qingqian with a little pleading.

Lin Maomao gracefully let go of her paws and said with a smile, "I didn't say anything."

Song Qingyue, who was caught by the routine, chased Lin Qingqian who was running around with all his teeth and claws.

Xiao Song chased Mr. Lin, and Mr. Lin ran around the bed, and then the two of them fell on the bed entangled.

"Lin Qingqian, this can't work." Panting, Song Qingyue threw away Lin Qingqian's hand, got up and straightened his clothes, "I still have to see Director Qi, and I only took half a day off."

Lin Qingqian lay lazily on the bed, "Shall I go with you?"

"Don't go," Song Qingyue complained, "Once you go, the style of painting will become Lin's board meeting again. We are all literary and art workers, and we can't get used to hearing what you say."

"It's worth it," the disgusted Mr. Lin covered himself with a quilt, and watched Song Qingyue arrange his clothes in the mirror, feeling a strange sense of peace of mind.

It's like... kittens can already hunt by themselves, and they can go out to work and buy small dried fish to feed themselves.

Song Qingyue turned his head, looked at Lin Qingqian with a "kind" smile, curled his lips, approached, and lightly placed a kiss on her lips, "Wait for me to come back."

"Yeah." Lin Qingqian grabbed the quilt with both hands and nodded obediently.

Song Qingyue couldn't help kissing her twice again, "Tomorrow is your birthday, you can think about other gifts you want if you are free."

"I want you." Lin Qingqian's eyes were ambiguous.

"I knew it," Song Qingyue whispered in her ear, "I was yours in the first place, you can think of another one."

"I bought a new..."

"Okay shut up, you have no chance."

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After Lin Qingqian simply washed up, she lay back on the bed, and gradually fell asleep, and she closed her eyes.

She really fell asleep, probably because the high-intensity calculations for more than ten consecutive days had consumed most of her energy, and she had been holding on until now.

Until now, returning to the child's side was like returning to the safest place. Lin Qingqian, who put down all guards, quickly fell into a deep sleep.

The sky is slowly dimming, and the moonlight is falling.The bustling outside the window, the nightlife of the urban crowd has just begun.

Song Qingyue stepped into the room with a reddish face that Luo Yong made fun of, but was surprised to find that the lights in the room were not on.

Approaching the bedroom, Lin Qingqian breathed lightly and rhythmically.

Song Qingyue looked at Lin Qingqian's sleepy face mixed with a little tiredness, feeling a little distressed, silently took off his coat, lay down on the bed, and took Lin Qingqian into his arms.

Lin Qingqian moved in her arms, found a comfortable and soft place, and continued to sleep deeply.

"Never forget to be a hooligan." Song Qingyue blushed and cursed in a low voice.

She just looked at Lin Qingqian's face and counted her eyelashes one by one. She didn't know how long it took until the gorgeous urban iridescence outside the window was extinguished.She felt a little sleepy, so she closed her eyes.

When the bell sounded like a reminder, she opened her eyes alertly, carefully pulled herself out of Lin Qingqian's arms, and jumped to Lin Qingqian's cell phone, about to disconnect the phone.

"Give it to me," Lin Qingqian said in a sleepy voice, got out of bed with bent legs, and took the phone.

"Hey, it's me, um, let's talk." She walked to the window and stared at the empty road and the drunk crowd on the road.Song Qingyue rested his chin in annoyance and stared at her back. He had shot the person who suddenly called Lin Qingqian to death for 10 minutes, and this time continued to grow exponentially with the increase of the call time.

Fortunately, the phone call didn't take long, Lin Qingqian hung up the phone, looked at the time, shook her head with a smile, pulled the angry child away, and said in a warm voice, "I've been back for a long time, why didn't you call me?"

"It's been a long time since I saw you, I'll let you sleep more," Song Qingyue sat in her arms, muttering in a low voice, "A guy who has no eyesight."

Lin Qingqian coaxed in a low voice, "Yes, I will put on shoes for him when I go back, but before that," she slid her hand from the back to the child's waist, circling her fingers, "Can I Get a birthday present first?"

"I, I, I'll go wash up first." Song Qingyue ran away as if fleeing, and rushed into the bathroom with a change of clothes.

"You said: at night, jacuzzi." Lin Qingqian reminded.

"I never said that!" came a voice that turned from embarrassment into anger.

Lin Qingqian looked at her often trimmed nails, then took out the nail clippers she carried with her, and polished them smoother.Thinking of the child's healed but still obvious injury on the index and middle fingers, he frowned.

I don't know what gift the child prepared for her, and she actually hurt herself.

The time the child stayed in it seemed a little too long.Lin Qingqian rested her chin in boredom and looked at the time, it was almost midnight.

The bathroom door was suddenly pushed open, bringing steaming mist.Song Qingyue was wrapped in a bath towel, and rushed to the bed, the tips of her hair and eyes were wet with water.

Perhaps other places are also full of water.

"Blow dry your hair first." Lin Qingqian hesitated for a while, and chose the latter between the beauty and the child's cold.

Then Song Qingyue told her personally that her choice was not important.

"Well……"

Lin Qingqian was pushed down on the bed, and the child bit her lip angrily, and complained in a low voice while biting, "Why both sides are wet first?"

Lin Qingqian's face turned red, and the hand that was still pushing Song Qingyue's shoulder softened and rested on her shoulder.

Song Qingyue was surprised to see that Lin Qingqian blushed to an unprecedented degree, as if she had discovered something funny, she spat out the flirty words as if she didn't want money.

Soon, she regretted it.

"Sister...sister..., slow down."

Her ankles were pinched by Lin Qingqian and she couldn't move around. The empty door was wide open, and Lin Qingqian kissed brokenly all the way from the upper end to the lower end.

Finally, the moment Lin Qingqian's lips touched her scorching heat, Song Qingyue sobbed in a low voice, tears pouring out wildly——

The morphological upper end and the morphological lower end flow together.

Lin Qingqian wiped the crystal from the corner of her lips, leaned forward, and kissed her lips.

"You are sweet," Lin Qingqian said in a hoarse voice, "I can't drink enough."

Song Qingyue was still in the clouds, and was sent to another peak by Lin Qingqian.

Layers upon layers of happiness flooded in like a tidal wave, with one wave rising after another.

In the end, the child cried hoarsely and begged for mercy, but Lin Qingqian, who had been hungry for a long time, ignored it.

Just order some chicken soup tomorrow.

Lin Qingqian was working hard, when suddenly the phone rang beside her.

Not her cell phone ringtone.

She watched angrily as the child reached out to grab the phone, pressed it, and then wrapped his arms around her neck, crying hoarsely and intermittently.

"Lin Qingqian, happy birthday."

She looked at Song Qingyue's reddish and moist eyes, her serious and affirmative eyes, and the urge to spend a lifetime with this person surged up.

He kissed the child's lips heavily, and pressed his fingertips hard.

"Song Qingyue, marry me."

"This is my birthday present, don't refuse."

The author has something to say: Hey, who would have thought Mr. Kobayashi would propose without any preparation~~~