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

Song Qingyue woke up.

The side is empty, Lin Qingqian is not there.

She felt her waist that seemed to be broken for a while, lifted the quilt and looked at her ankle with red marks, and gritted her teeth angrily.

Lin Qingqian seemed to have gone crazy last night, wanting insatiably.

What is the reason?

The absurd memories of last night slowly came back, it seemed that it was because I said "Happy Birthday" to Lin Qingqian.

Then... Lin Qingqian sent him to the peak, promised something in a daze, and then was "beaten to death" several times.

What did you promise?

The fragmented memory came back, and Song Qingyue's face slowly turned black.

Lin, green, shallow!

Lin Qingqian, who was stewing chicken soup in the kitchen, sneezed twice violently.

She took a bowl of chicken soup, put it on the dining table to let it cool, and went back to the bedroom, and saw a child with fried hair, the corner of his mouth instantly grinned to his ear, ran over joltingly, wrapped him in his arms, arched him hard, tired Said: "Wife~"

Song Qingyue was startled with goosebumps all over his body, he pulled Lin Qingqian away forcefully, poked her head with his fingers, and said angrily, "While I..., Lin Qingqian, don't you blush!"

When he was distracted and infatuated, how could he remember what he promised Lin Qingqian.

Lin Qingqian coaxed her to agree.

Lin Qingqian held the finger that was poking her forehead, and continued to hold the child in her arms stubbornly, with her head resting on the child's shoulder: "It's a good way to achieve your goal without blushing."

The child was annoyed, picked up the pillow next to him, and threw it at Lin Qingqian's stupid body one after another, "Luo Zhu and Jin Shan know to buy a ring when they get engaged, you are at that time, at that time, Are you a human! Are you a human!"

A person who usually has such a sense of ritual, but at this time...

It's hard to say.

Lin Qingqian held her head, a little dazed.

Then she quickly laughed again, caught the pillow that Song Qingyue threw on her head, leaned over, and said flatteringly, "Then you promise first, I'll make it up for you."

She also realized what was wrong last night, quickly corrected the mistake, and said with a bit of discussion: "Look, I definitely need time to arrange it, about half a year... no, five months, yes, your birthday just happens to be here. How about your birthday, I'll take over the entire Bund..."

Song Qingyue covered her head expressionlessly, and pressed her tightly on the bed.

"You're just discussing with me like this? Surprise, surprise, understand?"

Lin Qingqian rubbed her head under the pillow, still confused, "What is a surprise?"

"You translate for me, what tmd is a surprise!" Song Qingyue subconsciously took this famous line, and then the two laughed together and fell down together.

Lin Qingqian also understood what the child meant, carefully pinched the hem of Song Qingyue's shirt, and tugged, "My fault, you forgot what you just said."

Song Qingyue cast a glance at her, turned around and ignored her.

She was held in Lin Qingqian's arms, and Lin Qingqian whispered in her ear, "Anyway, you have already agreed, the birthday present I want, don't go back on your word."

"How could I go back on my word?" Song Qingyue's voice was unconsciously soft, he patted the back of Lin Qingqian's hand, and then interlocked her fingers from the back of his hand, "I... like you so much."

Lin Qing took a deep breath and buried her head on her thin back.

"But is there room for discussion on who will marry who?" The child suddenly remembered something.

Lin Qingqian was silent for a while, then touched Song Qingyue's waist with her fingers, and rubbed gently, "Does it hurt anymore?"

Song Qingyue pursed his lips, pulled Lin Qingqian's hand to his lips in annoyance, and took a hard bite.

Lin Qingqian was in pain, but she didn't struggle, and let the child bite her.

After all, Song Qingyue was not willing to keep biting. He lightly licked his teeth marks with his small tongue, rubbed them with his soft lips, and kissed him.

Lin Qingqian was amused by her, hugged him even tighter, thought for a while, and said warmly, "Actually, if you think about it, it's not impossible to discuss who will marry whoever you marry."

Song Qingyue turned his head abruptly, seeing the warm smile on Lin Qingqian's brows, a very fulfilling emotion slowly surged in his heart.

She reached out and covered Lin Qingqian's eyes.

"What's wrong?" Lin Qingqian asked strangely.

"It's nothing." She just didn't want Lin Qingqian to see her suddenly reddened eyes.

Then I don't know what this person will say to spoil the atmosphere - Song Qingyue thought so, very satisfied with the reason he made.

The two lay quietly on the bed until Lin Qingqian suddenly remembered something, jumped up and ran to the kitchen, "The soup is cold."

Song Qingyue sat up, resting his chin as he watched Lin Qingqian bring the soup over, scooping up a golden bowl of soup with a porcelain spoon.She looked at the woman's plump and moist lips, touched them to test the temperature, and then sent them to her lips.

She opened her lips and drank it with Lin Qingqian's hand.

The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the winter sun was always soft and lazy, and even the bones of the person were weakened, as if he couldn't lift his hands, he pestered Lin Qingqian to feed himself.

"By the way, where's my gift?" After finishing a bowl of soup, Lin Qingqian finally remembered this important event.

She put the bowl aside, stretched out her hand, smiled and asked the child for it.

Song Qingyue's eyes narrowed into a smile for an instant, then looked at Lin Qingqian anxiously, and whispered, "I don't think it's very good, but there's not enough time, so don't be disgusted."

"How could it be?" Lin Qingqian said softly, rubbing the messy hair that had blown the child into a ball, "I'll definitely take it with me every day."

The child jumped out of bed, ran to the front of the luggage he had brought along, took out a small box, turned to look at Lin Qingqian, "Close your eyes!"

Lin Qingqian closed it obediently, and heard the rustling sound of the child's bare feet stepping on the floor slowly approaching, and then a cold cube was stuffed into the palm of her hand.

Lin Qingqian instantly understood what it was.

A seal.

The child carved it himself.

"It can be opened." The child sat beside Lin Qingqian, nervously watching Lin Qingqian's micro-expression, curled his fingers, and tightened the bed sheet under him.

Lin Qingqian opened her eyes and looked at an ordinary stone in her hand.

It's not a precious chicken blood stone or a top-quality Shoushan stone, but an ordinary seal stone.

She rubbed the uneven surface of the seal for a while, then slowly turned it over.

Xiaozhuan, Yang Ke, four characters.

"Not well-known?" Lin Qingqian read out slowly, and then laughed out loud, "Why did you think of engraving this?"

Song Qingyue looked at Lin Qingqian's expression, sat with his knees hugged, and said cautiously: "I remember that on the red carpet day of "Lone Wolf", you took your signature away because your signature has legal effect. Afraid of being taken advantage of."

"But again, I think we can have close signatures."

"I didn't want to engrave your name, so I used this after thinking about it for a long time."

"It's really good," Lin Qingqian looked over and over, rubbing her fingertips against the gradually warming jade, not hiding the liking in her eyes at all, "It's really good."

Not well-known.

You all know who I am, so I won't sign it.

She likes this kind of secret show of affection.

"I want to try it. Is there any ink pad?" Lin Qingqian stood up and looked at the child expectantly.

The smile on Song Qingyue's face became brighter, he pushed Lin Qingqian's waist and took her hand, "Come here."

She rummaged through the bag again and handed the ink pad to Lin Qingqian, but Lin Qingqian saw the small blue box at the bottom of the bag.

Um, the kid kept the one that recalled the original owner.

Lin Qingqian's complexion suddenly became weird, and his tone was complicated, "You still keep this thing."

She picked up the small blue box and felt a little heavy, so she wanted to open it.

"Don't!" Song Qingyue pressed her hand, a little anxious.

Lin Qing pursed her lips, feeling depressed for a moment, and then she was well concealed. She smiled lightly, "Okay, I won't watch it unless I show it to you."

If it was someone else, they would be fooled by Lin Qingqian's superb acting skills, but who is Song Qingyue?

She sensitively caught Lin Qingqian's depression, hesitated for a while, let go of her hand, and muttered: "Okay, just open it, but don't laugh at me."

She opened the box for Lin Qingqian, and inside lay another seal and a bunch of sticky notes.

"This is the part I hurt myself." Song Qingyue showed it to Lin Qingqian, pouted, "I lost it at first, but after thinking about it, I picked it up again."

Lin Qingqian looked at the crooked and defective product, and the corners of her eyes suddenly became hot.

And those sticky notes.

【Breakfast is on the table, don’t pour out the soy milk secretly】

[Aren't you going to blow your hair again? Go! 】

[Tsk, I slept like a piggy, I can't wake up no matter how much I bark, call me when I wake up]

Lin Qingqian looked at them one by one, because there was a child's font under each one.

[Slightly slightly slightly, I don’t want to drink soy milk, but I drank half of it]

[Ah, why can you post sticky notes in the bathroom]

[Wake up... It's afternoon, should I still call you? 】

That is the testimony of her experience with the children. The exhortations and greetings on each sheet are either whining or acting cute and coquettish.

"Why did you put these in there?" Lin Qingqian rubbed the corner of his eyes.

"You said, put the most precious things in it." Song Qingyue blushed a little, but said firmly word by word.

"Qingyue," Lin Qingqian murmured as he pulled him into his arms, "Song Qingyue."

She recited the name word by word, reversing it several times in her mouth, and finally let out a nearly choked sigh.

"Okay," Song Qingyue rarely saw Lin Qingqian like this, and he was a little overwhelmed with joy and excitement, "Let's look at the seal."

"Yes," Lin Qingqian raised her head, sniffed, and said with a smile, "Look."

"I happen to be signing a lot of autographed photos," Song Qingyue dug out a stack of photos, logically they should be signed on the front, but the ink pad doesn't seem to stick well.

After thinking about it, she turned to the back and signed her flamboyantly fancy signature.

Lin Qingqian pressed the ink pad with even force, and then printed it next to Song Qingyue's signature.

On the left is "Song Qingyue", and on the right is "Famous and Unknown".

One fancy, one square.

It looks like a different kind of coordination and beauty.

"I won't give this away, I'll keep it." Song Qingyue also put it into the small blue box and closed it.

Lin Qingqian played with that seal fondly, obviously she liked it very much.

She took the child's hand, touched the thin calluses and scars on her fingertips with her fingertips, and then clasped it tightly.

Song Qingyue pulled Lin Qingqian back to the bed, lying on her side in her arms, and said in a tired voice, "Okay, now tell me what you have done these days, it's so majestic."

"Okay," Lin Qing smiled, thinking about teaching children, and patiently started from the beginning, "Business wars are actually a trade of interests. Everyone has needs. If you want to win, you must meet the needs of most people. .”

Later, Song Qingyue recalled that morning, when he lay in Lin Qingqian's arms and looked at the woman's gentle and pampering face, he still felt a little unreal.

Obviously, the scene was so warm and even sweet one moment ago, but the world completely collapsed the next moment.

It was as if God had stuffed all the sweetness left in the two people's lives on this day, and then pushed them into the abyss.

It was probably because Lin Qingqian had been doting on her all the time, and made herself wrongly estimate her weight in her heart.

This person is a moral vacuum.

The author has something to say: Don't panic, the full text of Xiao Song's "Later" is not over yet, it's sweet!

It is time to show the differences that have been paved for such a long time. I hope my writing skills can be grasped.