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

Since Lin Qingqian blew himself up, he was already mentally prepared. Although Song Qingyue's reaction was more intense than he imagined, it was still not unacceptable.

At least I have to give an explanation myself, didn't I just beat him to death with a stick.

She said honestly and helplessly: "Don't be angry, I have to confess to you that I was really worried when you lived in a youth hostel. The place was too messy, so Uncle Song broke the door , pretend to make a mess inside, so you will move out with me obediently."

Song Qingyue ground his teeth, pinched Lin Qingqian's soft waist and turned it 180°.

Lin Qingqian was in pain, and looked at Song Qingyue with watery eyes, aggrieved, "You didn't listen to me at that time, so you had to do this."

The child pouted, not wanting to look at her, took out his phone, clicked on a memo, and put the phone page in front of Lin Qingqian.

"The place where I live today was picked. The place is really not safe. Everything has been turned out. The room is a mess. It seems that someone is watching me. Fortunately, Lin Qingqian has prepared a house in advance, so I can only move In the past. The house is not big, but it was quite attentive, so let’s record it.”

Her eyes were a little red, and she looked at Lin Qingqian, "This is the turning point when I first changed my mind about you, you tell me this is fake?"

She had an unreal idea, as if all the interactions between herself and Lin Qingqian were beautiful illusions created by Lin Qingqian - those "heroes saving the beauty" plots, those meticulous care, despite the well-meaning Thoughts, but they were all directed and performed by the person in front of him.

How can she not be angry!

Lin Qingqian was startled—the matter seemed to be getting bigger, and this matter was more important to the child than he imagined.

The kid showed me the memo, and it recorded all the details of me and Song Qingyue bit by bit, both good and bad.This is the one that records the "good details".

Her throat rolled slightly, and the only brain cells in her brain responsible for emotional intelligence came in handy in an instant.

Song Qingyue saw that Lin Qingqian calmly snatched the phone from his hand, copied that paragraph, then clicked on the one with "bad details" and pasted it.

She typed little by little, "This is fake, Lin Qingqian—(voice silenced), I don't want to talk to her anymore."

"Look," Lin Qingqian handed her the phone back, "This has already been recorded in the bad book, I will accept any punishment you want." She put her arms around the child's waist, whispered while biting her ear , "Let's not read it, and all our details will be recorded in a good book in the future, how about it?"

Song Qingyue's heartstrings were moved by this sentence without any su points.

These were not love words, but they were so beautiful when Lin Qingqian said them—it seemed to entrust a bright future.

She curled her lips, but the corners of her lips were already full of smiles. She coughed twice and restrained herself. She pretended to be stern, "You really want me to punish you?"

Lin Qingqian nodded hastily, "Really."

Song Qingyue's eyes lit up instantly, and Lin Qingqian understood what was going on in the mind of this little yellow flower from the motherland.

She blushed and said weakly, "Except for that."

Song Qingyue was very dissatisfied, "Why?" She put on a tiger face, "Didn't you say that you will let me handle it?"

Lin Qingqian pursed her lips, wanting to cry but no tears.

Always dig your own pit and jump yourself.

She rolled her eyes, coughed twice, and forcibly changed the subject, "Will you go home with me on weekends?"

So what if you agree now?When the time comes, the two will become distracted and infatuated, who has the final say may not be sure.

Song Qingyue tilted his head and thought for a while, "Well, let's go home."

Both of them looked at each other with smiles on their lips.

"But!" the child said fiercely for a second, "I don't want to sleep with you tonight."

"Oh?" Lin Qing raised her eyebrows lightly, "It's not me who climbed the bed all this time."

Song Qingyue's face flushed instantly, regardless of Lin Qingqian's concern, he got up and straightened up the coat that Lin Qingqian had messed up, and walked outside the door.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw three people standing upright in an instant.

Doctor Zhou has the thinnest skin, cleared his throat, "The weather is really nice today."

Lin Zhiyin and Zhu Gong looked at her at the same time, "Why is this kid so stupid" and "What kind of pig teammate is this?"

Song Qingyue was far from cultivating to the level of invulnerability like Lin Qingqian, his face became even redder, and he whispered, "Mom, where is Lin Qingqian's wheelchair?"

"Still on the plane," Lin Qingqian and Lin Zhiyin went to Xie's house in Xiangjiang, so naturally they took the private plane.Lin Zhiyin seemed to have discovered a new world, "Have you always called Qingqian by her full name?"

Song Qingyue's body was slightly stiff, he lowered his head and didn't dare to look at her, and whispered, "I can't call her sister."

Lin Qingqian came out with a cane, and protected the child behind her, "Mom, don't tease her, she doesn't know how to tease her."

"That's it?" Lin Zhiyin sighed, "I don't know if I will still be my mother in my heart."

Lin Qingqian forcibly changed the topic of death, "Mom, when are you going back to City S?"

"Is this driving people away?" Lin Zhiyin glanced at her angrily, "I'll be staying with you for the next two days, and I'll go to the forest with you on Monday." She looked at Lin Qingqian's surprised face, "You Didn’t you complain to me a few days ago, saying that there are many disobedient elders in the forest? Are you not happy that I will use your prestige to let you clean up the forest today?”

Zhu Gong coughed softly, "Director Lin, Mr. Lin's villa has only one guest room."

"Is that right?" Lin Zhiyin blurted out.

Then she understood something, and turned to look at Lin Qingqian and Song Qingyue in disbelief.

Are these two not in the same room yet?

Song Qingyue lowered his head and fiddled with his toes.

Lin Qingqian looked at her innocently and spread her hands.

Lin Zhiyin nodded emphatically, with a strange tone, "Okay, my old mother is going to sleep in a hotel tonight."

Lin Qingqian's wheelchair arrived, Zhu Gong pushed Lin Qingqian, and Song Qingyue took a step first because his goal was too big.The three left one after another, leaving Dr. Zhou alone in the wind.

I can't be so transparent, can I?

Mr. Xiaolin needs to change his medicine today, shall I go?

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In the end, Lin Qingqian didn't really let Lin Zhiyin stay in a hotel - she looked at the children picking and choosing in front of her closet, the corners of her lips curled up, extremely happy.

"Qingyue?"

The child looked back, very confused.

Lin Qingqian lay on the bed and tilted her head, "Mom is right, you can't always call me by my full name."

"Then what am I calling you?" Song Qingyue frowned, "Qing Qian? It sounds like an elder is calling you; Ah Qian? It feels like you're sneezing."

"Come here, come here." Lin Qingqian beckoned, and the child sat down obediently, leaning against her.

Lin Qingqian hooked her chin, pecked and kissed her face slightly, then moved to her lips, sucking the child's plump lower lip, sucking gently, extremely lingering.

Having not kissed for ten days, Song Qingyue closed his eyes and clenched the bed sheet tightly with his fingers.

Still the familiar palpitations.

But Lin Qingqian didn't deepen the kiss, just pecked like a dragonfly, then left her lips, kissed her earlobe all the way, holding the crystal teasingly, and looked at Song Qingyue's face with a bit of mischief. Red up.

"Lin Qingqian!" Although it was in an angry tone, the ending sounded upward, scratching Lin Qingqian's heart like a small hook, tickling her.

Lin Qingqian hooked her waist and lay down.Song Qingyue was still wearing that silk pajamas, which was convenient for her.

Song Qing took a deep breath, feeling Lin Qingqian's scorching breath beside her, and gradually made a crying sound, "Lin Qingqian!"

Lin Qingqian half-sitting half-lying on her arms, teasing her, "Call me sister."

The child's eyes were watery, his lips moved several times, and he called out softly: "Sister." It was a small breathy voice, with a little milky voice characteristic of Song Qingyue.

Lin Qingqian couldn't bear it any longer, and kissed her lips passionately, rubbing her lips carefully, meeting her lips and teeth.

She pressed the child under her body, coaxing: "Call again."

Probably the first time was born and the second time was familiar, the child moved close to Lin Qingqian's ear, biting her ear, "Sister~"

Lin Qingqian's eyes slowly dimmed, and her hands slowly moved down.

The child moved his legs uneasily, trying to say something.

Lin Qingqian's face froze, then turned around with a sad face, and stopped looking at Song Qingyue.

Song Qingyue blinked, hugged her from behind, and said softly, "What's wrong?"

Lin Qingqian didn't speak, but pointed to the injured, poor left leg kicked by Song Qingyue.

The child burst out laughing: "Hahahaha Lin Qingqian! Your legs hahaha!"

Lin Qingqian turned her head and glared at her, "You're still laughing! Who hurt my leg?"

The leg was broken, which affected not only the leg, but also the whole waist down. Just now, Lin Qing was touched by a child, and Lin Qing grinned in pain, with no desire/thought.

Song Qingyue watched the excitement and leaned over without fear of trouble, clasping Lin Qingqian's waist with his hands, swimming on her thin abdominal muscles, lowered his voice, and whispered in her ear, "Sister?"

Lin Qingqian's face tightened, she threw away the child's hand, and said coldly, "Don't come here."

Her legs can't get wet. It's troublesome for her to take a bath these days. If she is aroused by a child, she can't vent her anger.

Song Qingyue laughed, no matter what he said, it sounded a bit harsh.

She continued to lean over, holding Lin Qingqian's earlobe, and murmured in a low voice, "You can be under..." Her leg is broken, so it doesn't affect her lying down.

"No," Lin Qingqian turned to look at her, serious, "We are competing fairly. How could you take advantage of my broken leg?"

Probably because his mind was full of yellow waste, Song Qingyue blushed slightly, and asked unwillingly, "What is 'sneaking in'?"

Lin Qingqian was taken aback - she dared to swear that when she used this word, she only used her original intention.But listening to children repeating and emphasizing reading... Mom!

She blushed and growled in a low voice, "Clean up the yellow waste in your mind!"

Just as the two were about to argue about a major issue about lifelong happiness, there was a knock on the door.

"Can I come in?" Lin Zhiyin asked cautiously.

The two looked at each other, Song Qingyue whimpered and buried his head in the quilt.

Lin Zhiyin frowned—there was still a voice talking inside just now, why is it gone now?

She looked at the sky, with an expression of uncertainty on her face: It's still daytime, so it shouldn't be.

Lin Qingqian cleared her throat, touched the child curled up in the blanket, "Mom, come in."

Lin Zhiyin pushed the door open, and all she saw was Lin Qingqian, who was sitting up, her clothes slightly disheveled, and Song Qingyue, who was hiding under the quilt, not daring to see her.

She didn't look sideways, just stood at the door, "There is a reception tonight, and the Luo family will be the host. Are you going?"

Lin Qingqian looked at Song Qingyue who was huddled under the quilt, lowered her head and asked her, "I have to go, are you going?"

If Xiangjiang is the territory of the Xie family, and S city is the headquarters of the Lin family, then the Shanghai stock market is the private land of the Luo family.The Luo family is the host, so of course Mr. Luo also wants to come forward.

The fact that the forest was able to take root in the Shanghai stock market naturally went through Luo's acquiescence, but in the final analysis, Lin Qingqian hadn't paid homage to the mountain yet, so she really couldn't shirk it this time.

Song Qingyue poked his head out from under the quilt, and asked weakly, "Who is going?"

Lin Qingqian looked at Lin Zhiyin, Lin Zhiyin shrugged, "It's the young talents of each family, I heard that Xie Si is also here, so it should be planning something with the Luo family, I'm in the Shanghai stock market, Of course you have to touch him."

"Anyway, he didn't take advantage of his home court in Xiangjiang before. Now, what benefits can he get from you when he changes to Luo's house?" Lin Qingqian also shrugged, and then a look of interest appeared in his eyes, "youth Who has come from all generations?"

Lin Zhiyin counted on his fingers, "The three generations of the Luo family have basically decided that Luo Zhu will be the successor. She is also the host this time. Luo Yong should also come. After all, Luo Zhu still wants to make friends with Xiao Liang; the third generation of the Xie family is the successor." It’s not decided yet, this time we’re here with Xie Wenfei, Xie Wengu, oh, yes, there’s also Xie Wenting.”

Lin Qing squinted her eyes, and went through them one by one in her head, "Luo Zhu is definitely fine, Xie Wengu is the one who is the most popular in the Xie family, but why is Xie Wenfei here? Isn't that just a playboy brother?" ?”

"After all, it's the long house, so it's understandable to have an advantage." Lin Zhiyin leaned against the door, "At present, his Xie Wengu doesn't know who will win?"

Lin Qing smiled slightly, "I bet it's not either of them." She shook her uninjured leg Shi Shiran, "I bet Xie Wenting."

Lin Zhiyin looked her up and down in surprise, "So optimistic about him? It's not because he used to be my student."

"No, no, no," Lin Qingqian shook her head, "I believe in my own eyes, he is indeed outstanding."

Before she finished speaking, one hand gently grabbed her clothes and tugged.

Lin Qingqian turned her head and saw Song Qingyue with her head exposed. She leaned over and asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Qingyue muffled, "You seem to be very interested in him?" I asked myself if I remembered him before, but now I don't hesitate to praise and praise him at all.

Lin Qingqian hurriedly explained, "I don't have any other meaning for him, I just admire him..."

Lin Zhiyin covered her head—is this child only brains before speaking?

Song Qingyue retracted his head into the quilt and stopped talking.

Lin Zhiyin gave Lin Qingqian, who panickedly looked at her for help, a look of "seeking good fortune", and Shi Shiran closed the door.

Lin Qingqian lifted the quilt, jumped in and hugged the child, coaxing in a low voice: "I'm bent! The kind bent like a mosquito coil, how could it be possible to have unreasonable thoughts about him?"

The child turned around, looked at her face to face, and whispered, "Lin Qingqian, am I useless?"

Just now when Lin Qingqian talked about the outstanding three generations of the Luo family and the Xie family, the eagerness and excitement in her eyes couldn't be stopped.

That was Lin Qingqian's appearance she had never seen before.

Mr. Xiaolin mobilized his only emotional intelligence, carefully analyzed every word she said, and finally found out why the child was worried. He frowned and thought, and leaned over to hook her into his arms, "So do you want to go to the reception with me?" ?”

Song Qingyue pursed her lips, a little nervous, "What am I doing there, I don't understand what you're saying."

Lin Qing snorted at the child's messy hair, and said with a smile, "If you don't understand, you can learn. Besides," she rubbed the child's face, "Can't I introduce my girlfriend to them?"

A mischievous smile appeared on the child's face, "Who is your girlfriend now!"

Lin Qingqian was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly panicked.

Haven't the previous few things been temporarily overturned?Why did Qingyue change his tune again?

Song Qingyue looked at the flustered Lin Qingqian, with a smile on his lips, and whispered softly in her ear, "Sister~"

Lin Qingqian silently covered herself with the quilt, covering her face that was suddenly flushed red by the child.

Song Qingyue stopped teasing her, and continued to pick in front of Lin Qingqian's closet.

Lin Qingqian stretched out her head to catch her breath after a long time, looked at the child's back, "Don't choose, I'll take you to order an evening dress?"

Song Qingyue looked back at her with the eyes of a sand sculpture, and pointed to his body, "I wear this to order an evening dress?"

"Oh, that's right." Lin Qingqian scratched her head, "Or you can just wear my white shirt."

Song Qingyue nodded silently, "It's really because you don't have any other clothes." She took out Lin Qingqian's white shirt casually, looked at Lin Qingqian who had no sense of avoiding suspicion, and blushed, "Turn back !"

Lin Qingqian had an expression of "ah, it's not like I haven't seen you, why are you an old wife?", and moved her eyes out of the window.

Song Qingyue gritted his teeth - this guy certainly wouldn't just keep looking out the window.

She turned around and turned her back to Lin Qingqian, her face still burning with panic, she unbuttoned her pajamas one by one and took them off.

She always felt that Lin Qingqian was looking directly at her, but she couldn't turn her head.Then his face became hotter.

Lin Qingqian really didn't look directly at her, but isn't there something called Yu Guang?

She looked directly at the gentle sunlight and the scent of birds and flowers outside the window, and her energy fell to the left side of her vision.

The thin back of the child, the good figure, the bones of a butterfly that are about to flap its wings, and the curvature that can only be seen with imagination.

With a smile on Lin Qingqian's face, he coughed twice to remind the child, "Is it changed? I turned around!"

"Not yet!" Song Qingyue said hurriedly, speeding up his hands, put on Lin Qingqian's clothes, and quickly buttoned them up.

Lin Qingqian said slowly, "I've already turned around."

Song Qingyue buttoned his buttons, gritted his teeth, turned around, and made a "slap" movement with his hands in the air.

Lin Qingqian shook her head from side to side very cooperatively, then expressed grief and indignation, and tremblingly said, "What a poisonous inner strength!" Then she fell down little by little.

The child was amused by the man's clumsy but coping acting skills.

Hearing Song Qingyue laugh out loud, Lin Qingqian got up instantly full of blood, looking at the child in front of her, her eyes slowly filled with admiration.

This child has grown completely, and his face is still green, but he can vaguely see a little bit of softness and charm in the future. He has fair skin, a slender waist and long legs. He only wears a Lin Qingqian dress. Shirt - Lin Qingqian is still a little taller than her, and her bust is also a little bigger. The shirt that fits Lin Qingqian's body looks baggy when worn on a child, but it is also more attractive.

Lin Qing sighed lightly.

"What's wrong?" Song Qingyue tilted his head to look at her.

Lin Qingqian stood up, jumped in front of the child with one leg, hugged her into her arms, and arched her neck fiercely, whispering on her lips, "Suddenly I don't want you to go to the reception."

"What's the matter?" Song Qingyue rubbed Lin Qingqian's furry head and asked in a low voice, "You agreed to take me to meet those three generations to show off."

Lin Qingqian got up and said seriously, "It's not showing off, it's introducing." Only playthings can be shown off in that kind of circle.After she finished speaking, she groaned and buried herself in the child's shoulder, "I'm not willing to let you go out."

Suddenly I understood why Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty wanted the golden house to hide his beauty.

A secret possessive desire climbed into Lin Qingqian's heart, she bit the child's lip, and her eyes were on fire.

Song Qingyue said expressionlessly, "Your legs."

The fire was extinguished in an instant, and Lin Qingqian fell back on the bed, humming.

"Okay, let's take you to the back street."

The name of Backstreet is simple, but its reputation in the industry is like suits to Savile Row. Most of the ladies in the upper class order dresses in Backstreet.

Although Song Qingyue was in a hurry and did not have time to make a private order, there was no shortage of seasonal high-end dresses in the back streets.

The child changed into a suit of equipment and went downstairs with Lin Qingqian in his arms.

Lin Zhiyin was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper, and when she raised her eyes, she saw this scene, with a flash of surprise on her face.

Although the palms and backs of her hands are full of flesh, and her two children who are her daughters don't know who will marry whom, she hasn't gotten over the fact for a while, but after all, she has some selfishness, or some inner judgments.

However, now it seems... She seems to be on the wrong side?

"Bamboo Gong?" She watched the two of them walk out of the gate, and called for Zhu Gong.

"Director Lin?" Seeing her frowning and looking at the two people who had gone away outside the gate, Zhu Gong raised his voice slightly, "What do you want to know?"

Lin Zhiyin turned her head, looked at her with a serious face, and pointed to the direction where the two of them were going, "The two of them, who is...?"

Before finishing speaking, Zhu Gong understood what she meant, and carefully considered his words, "Mr. Lin, as far as I know, according to my observations for many days, although I know the answer in your heart, I have to say that it is a pity that I What you see is not the same as what you think."

Lin Zhiyin's eyes widened.

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"Try first, I'll answer the call." Lin Qingqian smiled at Song Qingyue, shook the mobile phone in his hand, and controlled the electric wheelchair to go to the other side.

"Qingyue?" Just as Lin Qingqian left over there, a surprised woman's voice came from behind Song Qingyue.

She turned her head and saw the person coming, her face was filled with surprise, "Why is it you!"

The author has something to say: The long-lost small theater!

Author: Qingyue, what is the thing you regret most in your life?

Xiao Song had a cold face: I didn't kill Lin Qingqian when her leg was injured.

Once the heart softens, it will delay the major event of a lifetime.

Mr. Xiao Lin rubbed his wrist, smiled and said nothing.

Put a new advance collection, everyone move your fingers to collect it~

"President After Bankruptcy"

Rao Tingnan experienced two Waterloos in his smooth life, the first time was brought by Zuo Zhiyuan, and the second time was also brought by Zuo Zhiyuan.

Then?Rao Tingnan, the dignified president of Tang Qing, went bankrupt just like that, and fell to the point of selling houses and cars to repay the loan.

Life is full of ups and downs.

But, how to repay the debt?

The familiar person in front of her smiled like a stolen cat, and handed her a contract of sale: "Sign this, and I'll help you pay back the money."

She tore it off, and said with a cold face, "Don't even think about it."

The person in front of her didn't care, and handed her another contract: "Then be my secretary, and I'll pay you."

Rao Tingnan hesitated for a while. Considering the huge loan amount, he finally signed the agreement from the devil.

Later, according to eyewitnesses, Mr. Zuo pressed her ice-cold secretary against the door and kissed her.

What about later?

One day at home, Zuo Zhiyuan jumped into Rao Tingnan's arms in his pajamas and rubbed and rubbed.

Rao Tingnan hugged her skillfully, raised his head and kissed her chin, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Zuo Zhiyuan conjured another document out of nowhere and handed it to Rao Tingnan: "Sister, let's get married."

On that day, the upper circles in Kyoto seemed to celebrate the New Year.

"What are you talking about? That little devil is married? Which god can accept her!"

Cold and indifferent big iceberg X as a little devil made in heaven

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