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The morning light slanted into the room through the curtains like gauze.The sky outside the window was clear—another sunny day.

The room was a little messy, and it was even confusing to say that it was messy.

This is a business suite with two bedrooms, but the bed in the other bedroom is empty, not even a quilt.And the quilt that disappeared magically appeared in this bedroom, half of which was hung on the bed, and the other half fell to the ground, presumably, it should have been kicked off.

Lin Qingqian woke up slowly, feeling a little breathless.

open your eyes.Sure enough, the child's face was only a few centimeters away from her, and she was lying on her body like an octopus, with her head buried in her chest. Large chunks of snow-white skin were lost.She didn't feel much when she fell asleep, but when Fang woke up, Song Qingyue's breath hit her body, and goose bumps covered her body.

She struggled to remove Song Qingyue's hand hooking her neck, and then she breathed a sigh of relief.

Good guy, no wonder I dreamed of being kidnapped. The pretty and cute kidnapper lady claimed that she would need 36500 kisses to let her go, so in her dream she frowned and counted carefully, 36500 kisses, one per day how long.Probably because I was poor at math in my dream, and I couldn't figure it out for a long time.The kidnapper lady was very unhappy, she rolled on the ground and hugged her thigh whimpering, she had no choice but to kiss the rascal kidnapper lady several times.

She looked at the sleeping position of the child in front of her, which could not be called peaceful: the domineering long legs hooked her waist, occasionally smacked her mouth twice, rubbed it somewhere, muttered a few words she didn't understand, and fell into a deep sleep past.

Lin Qingqian drew an unstoppable smile on her lips, lowered her head, and pressed a kiss on her lips, then lightly pulled the child off her body, got up and got off the bed.First, when he saw the messy clothes on the ground, his face burned a little, and then he saw the quilt on the ground, and he couldn't laugh or cry.

The two of them still didn't make it to the last step last night: it was the child who ignited the fire, and it was also the child who ran away suddenly at the last moment.

After exchanging heartfelt feelings, the emotions in the eyes of the two gradually became different. Song Qingyue first kissed her lips lightly, and then left as soon as he touched her. Let her go, followed by a deep kiss.

The child is very good at stroking her waist, teasing her waist lightly and vigorously. His fingers slid across her back in circles, causing her to tremble, and then moved to her body, provocatively From bottom to top, unbutton the shirt one by one.

She was naturally not to be outdone, and responded one by one.The battle quickly entered a strategic stalemate.

Soon the two snow-white shirts fell on the soft carpet without a sound, and the two staggered and fell on the same soft big bed. Song Qingyue, who had taken the initiative at first, gradually gave up resistance, and Lin Qingqian kept Recovered the lost ground and entered the stage of strategic counter-offensive.

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According to Song’s later recollection: Everything was fine at first, and everything was under control, but she didn’t know whether Lin Qingqian learned something secretly behind her back or whether she was gifted, so she was slowly dazed. .

Lin Qingqian's favorite perfume is cold fragrance, but as the temperature in the room slowly rises, it becomes scorching hot, lingering and lingering like a cobweb, wrapping herself, an innocent and pitiful bug, under her body so that she cannot move. .

At that time, she thought of Lin Qingqian's usual cold or occasional sand sculpture appearance, which was completely different from this aggressive and possessive woman.Her thoughts diverged, and she remembered Lin Qingqian's professional and not obscure report that she watched from a distance through the glass when Lin Qingqian was still the deputy director of the forest.

At that time, the woman was elegant and majestic, and she seemed to have light on her body.

She reacted belatedly, probably at that time she gradually fell in love with her.

The tingling between her lips brought her back to her senses, Lin Qingqian seemed very dissatisfied that she was distracted at this moment, and exerted a little more force on her hands.

She whispered from the corner of her lips.Suddenly reacted:

Um?I just lay down in such a ignorant way?

Lin Qingqian seemed to feel that it was almost done, and whispered in her ear, "Is it okay?"

There was a complex emotion in her heart, probably seven points of dissatisfaction, two points of cowardice, and one point of panic, but she couldn't speak up, so she could only look at Lin Qingqian aggrievedly.

Unexpectedly, Lin Qingqian looked at the corners of her reddish eyes and misty eyes, as if she had misunderstood something, and was about to slide down, her fingers caught the last piece of fabric between her crotch.He said softly, "I didn't have time to buy finger cots, it might feel a little strange, bear with me."

How did he escape in the end?

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Lin Qingqian touched her waist, and looked helplessly at the child whose lips were still sleeping.

This child belongs to the rabbit, it hurts to kick someone.

Even if I exercise regularly, at that juncture, I can't stand this kick.She was kicked for a long time, watching the child pick up the clothes under the bed and run away, and she didn't have time to stop her.She just looked at the little white rabbit on her mouth and ran away.

Lin Qingqian was so regretful that she cried and cried.

Before she had time to settle accounts with someone, someone poked his head in again, wearing crumpled clothes, and said cautiously: "I think it's not good that you just saw your father today." The child saw She gritted her teeth angrily, and knew how lame the reason she had given was, so she retracted into her nest in an instant, and timidly left a sentence, "I'll sleep on the opposite side tonight."

Later, Lin Qingqian sat in the large bathtub, looked at her hands, and thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out: Why do I still do such a thing when I have a girlfriend?

She simply extinguished the fire, put on her nightgown and came out, and saw a certain culprit running to her side with the quilt in her arms, like a soft rabbit sticking her head out to look at her, "You and I will build two beds Quilt, draw a line in the middle, you are not allowed to come over."

She naturally complied, but the child squeezed in again when she was in a drowsy sleep, and she looked at it half-consciously—the quilt was kicked off by the child, and ended up burrowing towards herself.

After seeing the situation clearly, she tilted her head and fell asleep again.

The scene of last night was slowly replayed in Lin Qingqian's mind, she stepped forward angrily, and patted the child's head lightly.

One major crime: igniting a fire without extinguishing it; Two major crimes: Injuring someone and escaping; Three major crimes: Dare to come back with an arrogant attitude;

Combination of three crimes, no matter how you have to sit in prison for 36500 days.

The child was woken up by a palm strike that fell from the sky. He opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Lin Qingqian who was malicious in front of him. He stretched out his hand sleepily, and let out a soft voice from his mouth: "Hold me!" hug."

Oh, woman, do you want to hug me?Overlord Lin Qingqian sneered and stood still.

The child simply didn't open his eyes, tilted his head to one side, and stretched out his hands stubbornly: "Hug~"

Let's go, let's hug.

Mr. Xiaolin, known for his hard-heartedness in the industry, retreated, leaned over to hug the child, and kissed her forehead: "Sleep again, I'll make breakfast."

She picked up the quilt from the floor and put it on the bed, and tidied up the messy bedroom. After walking for two steps, she always felt that her waist was a little uncomfortable. She found the safflower oil in the first aid kit and gave herself a massage.

While doing the massage, I thought about it: Maybe I need to buy some props?

Otherwise, it's not a problem to be kicked like this all the time.

She squinted her eyes and thought about the bed in her own villa. It was a European-style bed—very good, with railings at the head and the end of the bed, which was very suitable for fixing things and displaying small props.

Song Qingyue, who was still sleeping, naturally didn't know what he would face in the future.

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"Breakfast." After Lin Qingqian washed up, she worked in the small kitchen for a while, then returned to the bedroom, looked at the open child, and chuckled, "Why are you awake?"

The child was hugging the quilt and thinking about something. Hearing this, he turned his head and smiled at Lin Qing, "Come here."

Lin Qingqian walked up to her, "What are you doing?"

Song Qingyue continued to wave, "Come here a little more."

Lin Qingqian looked at herself who was already standing beside the bed, then knelt on the bed, put her hands next to the child's ears, and looked down at her, "Is this the way?"

The child grinned, and her long legs quickly hooked around Lin Qingqian's waist, and her hands wrapped around her neck like swimming fish, and as soon as she exerted force on her waist, they hung on Lin Qingqian's body.

Caught off guard, even though Xiao Lin always had abdominal muscles, Song Qingyue fell forward again, even though Xiao Lin always had abdominal muscles.

So Song Qingyue sat on Lin Qingqian's lap, with his legs still hooked around her waist, and kissed her lightly on her lips, rubbing against her flatteringly: "I was wrong yesterday."

The veins on Lin Qingqian's forehead burst slowly, "Can I stop mentioning this?"

The child wriggled in her arms, "No, no, you have to accept my confession." This way you won't be held grudges.

The intuition of some kind of small animal made her quickly slip on her knees and admit cowardice.

Lin Qingqian's anger last night hadn't gone away, and in the morning when she was full of energy, a certain child who didn't know how to live or die was still rubbing against her arms, making her take a deep breath slowly and exhale.

Song Qing suddenly noticed Lin Qingqian's strange expression, froze for a moment, and asked hesitantly, "What's wrong with you?"

Lin Qingqian almost squeezed out a few words between her teeth: "What do you think?"

The child's eyes lit up slowly, like a cat daring to stroke its whiskers, "Lin Qingqian, can you say that? I really want to hear it."

"Which sentence?" Lin Qingqian was a little puzzled.

The child cleared his throat and said in the most "deep and evil" voice he could display: "Woman, you are playing with fire." Seeing Lin Qingqian's gradually petrified expression, she tugged at her sleeve, "Tell me Well, the must-have quotations for the overlord."

Lin Qingqian picked up the child, her face was constantly burning, "Stop reading some weird books." She carried the child by the neck into the bathroom.

She squeezed the toothpaste for the child and handed it over, "Hurry up, I'll wait for you downstairs." Then she ran away as if running away, just like the child ran away last night.

What's going on in this kid's mind.

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After Song Qingyue washed and finished his basic skin care, he walked into the kitchen, hugged Lin Qingqian who was busy from behind, put his head on her shoulder, and looked at the stove curiously, "What are you eating?"

Lin Qingqian pointed to the casserole, "I made some mung bean porridge."

The child coquettishly said, "I don't want to drink this."

Lin Qingqian's complexion remained unchanged, but the tips of her ears turned a little red, "I made poached eggs and toast for you. I drink the mung bean porridge."

Clear heat and reduce fire.

Song Qingyue seemed to have thought of something, burst out laughing, and whispered in her ear, "I was wrong." Her face was slightly burning, but she was willing to let go, "I promise, I won't run away next time. "

But it's uncertain who will take the initiative next time.

Lin Qingqian snorted coldly at first, and ruthlessly pulled the child's handcuffs around her waist away, and the child leaned forward again reluctantly.After repeating this several times, Lin Qingqian finally laughed out loud, turned around and nodded the child's nose, "Woman, you are playing with fire."

Song Qingyue was taken aback for a moment, then he was overjoyed and laughed so hard, "Hahahaha Lin Qingqian, why are you talking so funny."

Lin Qingqian touched her nose in embarrassment, "Is there?" She thought about this line carefully.

Song Qingyue coughed, and said intermittently: "It's like the feeling of a child pretending to be an adult, and it's very greasy." She subtly controlled her facial expression, "Aren't you the boss? You can just act out of nature Already."

Lin Qingqian gritted her teeth and stretched out her hand to relieve the child's itch.

The child is the most ticklish, and usually just touches her waist and jumps three feet high.

The two quarreled in the kitchen until Song Qingyue smelled something burnt: "Lin Qingqian, what's burnt?"

Lin Qingqian moved her nose, and suddenly exclaimed: "Not good." She quickly turned off the fire under the casserole, reached out to remove the lid, but was so hot that she withdrew her hand.

The child hurriedly hugged and blew, with a smile on his face that couldn't help: "Lin Qingqian, you are so stupid."

Lin Qingqian who was in a hurry was really too cute.

Lin Qingqian gave her an angry look.

The porridge made in a casserole is thicker and more mellow than the one made by a rice cooker, but there is also a downside that it does not have automatic heat preservation. Of course, Mr. Xiaolin will not make such low-level mistakes on weekdays, that is, when someone is in the kitchen. Letting her be such an expert almost blew up the kitchen.

She waited for the lid to cool down for a while before removing it and shaking it a little.

Fortunately, only the bottom layer of paste.

She looked at the porridge in the casserole and fell into thought: Can the burnt mung bean porridge still clear away the heat?

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"How many days are you on vacation?" Lin Qingqian looked at the child with toast in his mouth, sipped his porridge expressionlessly, and asked.

Song Qingyue whimpered and said something.

"Swallow it before talking."

The child took a sip of the milk and swallowed it, "Seven days, but I have to go back to school half a day early."

Lin Qingqian looked at the calendar, "It's only the fourth day, are you not in a hurry to go back?" She looked at the child and smiled, "There are quite a lot of interesting places in Sichuan and Sichuan, have you been to them all?"

Song Qingyue scratched his head, "There must be a lot of people." After all, it is a golden tourist period.

Lin Qing smiled and patted her head, "So what if there are too many people?"

"Hot searches at the meeting...ah," she smiled as she looked at Lin Qing.

Anyway, both of them are people who don't care about that stuff anymore, and Yong Liang has long since given up suppressing the trending searches of their relationship, but a certain guy with a boyfriend always calls and asks when they will make it public.

Lin Qingqian looked for a few travel guides, "Probably only these two routes, water or mountains, which one do you want to visit?"

Song Qingyue held her chin and thought for a while: "Let's climb the mountain." I heard that the route along the water is quite high in altitude and would cause altitude sickness. She didn't want to go out to play with Lin Qingqian and end up having to inhale oxygen.

Of course, a more secret thought was that she heard that there were many spiritual temples on that mountain, and she wanted to ask for something for herself and Lin Qingqian.

Lin Qing raised her eyebrows shallowly, "Thinking of going together, Wanfo Mountain is closer to here."

"But how do we go?" Song Qingyue turned on his mobile phone to look at the air tickets. "Travel Golden Week, the air tickets have long since disappeared, and there are only a few high-speed rail tickets, and there are no consecutive numbers."

"Didn't Bombardier leave yet?" Lin Qingqian also took out her mobile phone and sent a message, "Chuanshu is Lin's hometown. I'll apply for approval, and it should be very fast."

The child blinked, "I remember that there seems to be an international meeting at Mom's side."

Lin Qingqian pondered for a while, then smiled and said, "Never mind him." Then she looked at Song Qingyue with a strange look, "Why did you change your mind so quickly?"

Even after knowing the story and knowing that she should call Lin Zhiyin "Auntie" accurately, Lin Qingqian still didn't change her words - after all, it's a habit of so many years, it can't be changed, so forget it, probably her father will understand .

On the other hand, the child has been calling "Aunt Lin", why did it suddenly change today?

Song Qingyue was smiling, but he was a little nervous in his heart, "Sooner or later, I have to change my mind."

Lin Qingqian looked at her, hooked her chin, pressed a kiss on her lips, and said softly, "Next time you meet Mom, you just change your mind."

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"Have all the documents been sorted out?" Lin Zhiyin looked at the documents in his hand and asked the secretary beside him.

"It's finished," the secretary said hesitantly, an old man who had been with her for decades, "but your plane hasn't come back yet."

Lin Zhiyin looked up at her from the pile of documents, "Shouldn't they return today?"

The secretary shrugged helplessly, "President Xiao Lin and Miss Yue went to Wanfo Mountain to play."

"Ha, they do know how to play, that place is really good." Lin Zhiyin shook her head and said with a smile, "Forget it, let's book a ticket, they are rare."

It's just that Lin Zhiyin probably didn't expect that this let go would add some busy shadows to her comfortable retirement life in the future.

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It was already a bit cold in October, not to mention the high altitude of the mountain top, so Lin Qingqian and Song Qingyue were wearing jackets, backpacks, trekking poles, masks, sunglasses and hats. Song Qingyue even had a DSLR around his neck. .

The two stood at the foot of the mountain, looking at the cloud-shrouded halfway up the mountain and the top of the mountain that occasionally revealed a trace of true face.

Their outfits can be regarded as the special equipment for mountain climbers. Passers-by just took a second look, sighed that the two little girls are so ambitious, and shook their heads and left. No one recognized them.

"It's so high." Song Qingyue sighed.

Lin Qing glanced at her, "He's still a high-achieving student, and he's determined to become a movie queen, and he's been praised by Director Li for being rich in art, can you say something more gorgeous?"

Song Qing was more unconvinced, "Then tell me, I will listen with all my ears."

Lin Qingqian turned her head to look at the mountain, was silent for a while, and sighed, "It's so high."

"Cut, he's still a top student, he's the president, he's the successor of the Lin family, a young entrepreneur, that's not the case." Song Qingyue suppressed a smile.

Indeed, under such majestic and majestic natural power, apart from this dry exclamation, there is really nothing else to say.It is only those great writers who can make the quatrains that "will be on the verge of reaching the summit, and see all the mountains and small mountains at a glance".

"Lin Qingqian, are we really going to climb up?" Song Qingyue looked at it, his calves trembling a little.

"Who said boldly before, 'Whoever loves first...'" Lin Qingqian blushed, seeing that there was no one around, and leaned over to the child, "'Whoever loves first should lie down first'."

Song Qing was more eloquent, but her voice became smaller and smaller, "This is based on science. Whoever loses physical strength first means that he has poor physical strength. Of course, he has to lie down. But," she looked towards the top of the mountain, drooping her face, "this is also It's too high."

"Okay, let's stop talking, keep your strength," Lin Qingqian took out the map, "There are two main tourist routes, one is mainly the two scenic spots of Yixiantian and Qingyin Pavilion, which can be regarded as official routes. There are many roads, and the road should be easier to walk; the other is Tianfen Road from Hongchunping to 99 Road, and there will be a little less people, but it is not an official route, which one to take?"

The child made a choice without hesitation, "The second one."

"Okay," Lin Qingqian nodded, put the map back in the bag, "Let's go."

But she always felt that something was vaguely wrong - she came in a hurry, and didn't have a good strategy, just looked at the route on the official website and came here.

She looked at the jackets of the same style that she and the child were wearing, one was blue and the other was red.

I seem to have forgotten something?I seem to have heard that there is something very famous in Wanfo Mountain, what is it?

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"Ah, ah, Lin Qingqian, help me."

The child screamed, swiped, and threw himself into Lin Qingqian's arms.

Lin Qingqian looked forward, backward, left and right, there were only two poor children on the mountain road, and her complexion gradually became ugly.

In front of them was a dense mass of things, squeaking and screaming, approaching them little by little.

The author has something to say: Mr. Kobayashi: I want to drink water.

Xiao Song:? ?I'll pour it for you.

Mr. Kobayashi: No, I want to drink~water~