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"Lin Qingqian, do you dare to show off a little more?" Lin Qingqian looked at the tablet in front of her with earphones on.

On the tablet was Luo Zhu's angry and distorted face, and he almost strangled someone Lin to death along the network cable.

"What's wrong with me?" Lin Qingqian was very arrogant.

"Button your collar! Don't provoke me!"

Lin Qingqian said innocently, "How uncomfortable it is to button up all the collars, can't you untie them?" She twisted her neck slightly from side to side, and suddenly the imprint left by someone Song last night was fully exposed to Luo. In Zhu's field of vision.

Ronaldinho, who tried to do "murder" but failed when he visited the squad, was hit by [-] critical points.

"What's the matter with you?" Lin Qingqian raised her eyebrows and looked at Luo Zhu, "What happened to your hand?"

In the video, Luo Zhu's hand twisted in an extremely abnormal posture. Hearing this, Mr. Luo became furious again, "This time you must hand over Jin Shan! I will kill her!"

What kind of bad idea did you give her?

"Who are you going to kill?" Lin Qingqian admired the way Luo Zhu was shocked by the sudden opening of the door and exploded. Chang Qisi came in with a straight face, holding a bandage and ointment in his hand, with a blank expression on his face. Walking to Luo Zhu's side with an expression on his face, he stuffed the towel into her mouth very roughly, and said impatiently, "Hold on."

She held Luo Zhu's twisted arm, touched the bone, and pulled it hard.

The veins on Luo Zhu's forehead bulged, and even with a towel in his mouth, he let out a hoarse scream.

Lin Qingqian took off the earphones and touched her tortured ears distressedly.

"Where's Qingyue? Didn't she see the news on the Internet?" Luo Zhu took off the towel from his mouth, cold sweat still dripping from his forehead, and asked panting.

Hearing the words, Lin Qingqian coughed twice, rubbed her hands, with a presumptuous and satisfied expression on her face, looked towards the bedroom, and said with a hint of gentleness in her words, "She's still sleeping."

"It's already two o'clock in the afternoon... okay, you are amazing." Luo Zhu sighed.

"When are you leaving?" Chang Qisi said with a tiger's face, "Running to my room without a word, Mr. Luo, who is very disturbing."

Luo Zhu looked at Lin Qingqian for help, "Boss Lin, I'm here to visit the class for you, right?"

This drama is mainly invested by Yongliang, and Linlin holds a certain percentage of the shares. Chang Qisi is an artist under Linlin's banner, so it makes sense for Linlin to send people to visit the cast.

"I don't." Lin Qingqian replied leisurely, breaking the stage in an instant.

"Lin Qingqian! You don't know how hungry you are when you're full!" Luo Zhu wailed angrily, but Lin Qingqian casually hung up the video.

As for what Chang Qisi did with Luo Zhu on the other side, that was her business.

Lin Qingqian looked at her watch, went back to the small kitchen to heat up hot chicken soup, then walked to the bedroom and opened the door.

The child was still asleep, didn't wake up, lying on his side, hugging the quilt, the corners of his eyes were still rosy.

Lin Qingqian leaned over and kissed the corner of her eyes.

She loved the shallow tears soaked here last night.

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I don't know which hand grabbed the remote control panel first, and the picture on the screen freezes.

The frame was fixed on Chen Yingfeng sitting in front of Chen Donghuo's tomb.

But the two audiences watching the movie obviously couldn't focus on the movie anymore. Lin Qingqian lifted her belt, kissed the side of the child's neck repeatedly, and licked the soft flesh in her throat, unable to stop.

It's like a big cat holding the nape of a kitten's neck, the kitten has no power to fight back, its paws are waving softly, and then it is held down by the big cat.

Sichuan and Shu are mountainous, and the nights are a bit cool.The moonlight outside the window is just right tonight, and there is a slight breeze, like a natural slender hand, opening a corner of the white linen curtain.

Outside the window, the cold moonlight shone on the earth. Looking from the corner of the opened curtain, there were mountains and rivers.

Unlike the bare mountains with khaki-yellow skins in the north, the mountains in the south often have good greenery and lush forests. Under the moonlight, they are black and rolling, like the shirts worn for the mountains. .

"Why do you suddenly think of dressing like this?" Lin Qingqian couldn't bear the temptation, and bit Song Qingyue's chin annoyed.

The child was so teased by Lin Qingqian that he was powerless to fight back, his eyes were dull, and the corners of his eyes were slowly flickering, and he didn't even know what she was asking.

"Tsk, forget it, it's cheaper for me anyway." Lin Qing smiled lowly, lowered her head, took the child's wrist in her mouth, and bit it lightly.

"Lin Qingqian, are you a dog?" Song Qingyue cried a little, trying to break free but couldn't use any strength.

Lin Qingqian was not annoyed, she let go as she wanted, gently rubbed her little face, and brought her close to her ear, "Let's not stay here."

Sitting on the sofa in the home theater is not enough for someone like Lin Qingqian who has a strong sense of ritual.

The child took a few breaths and pushed the person on him, "Get me up!"

It was clearly an annoyed voice, but it contained Song Qingyue's own little milk voice, with a hint of crying and hoarseness.

"Tsk," Lin Qingqian didn't know what she was sighing, not only didn't let go, but picked her up horizontally, and walked towards the bedroom.

Walking halfway, the white linen clothes fell to the ground.

The dark red soft carpet is a dull shadow in the dark, and the white dots on it add a bit of Zen.

Soon, another white also fell to the ground, overlapping with the previous one, like two elegant swans crossing necks on a dark lake.

"Don't be afraid." Lin Qingqian gently kissed the child's earlobe, and whispered, "My sister is here."

It was raining patteringly outside the window, beating on the window glass, leaving a series of meandering water stains, like a hydrographic map on a map, complicated and difficult to understand, but it has attracted countless people to spend their entire lives studying it.

Probably because it hasn't rained for a long time, the water level of the stream and spring that was about to dry up is gradually rising.

The spring is brewed into wine, the spring is fragrant and the wine is strong.

In the dark sky, I don't know why someone suddenly set off fireworks, probably to celebrate this rare rain.

First, streaks of light shot into the black sky, forcefully and regularly, tearing through the dark night sky.

The night sky was dyed a matte red with dots of Mars.

But these straight up and down sparks are no longer so regular in the air: some fell lightly; It stopped in place, trembling and trembling, more and more anxious until it exploded.

Gradually, probably other families watched this house set off the fireworks and joined in the rain-seeking carnival.

So what filled the night sky was no longer the regular fireworks, but the joy of celebration, more and more urgent, more and more, one wave stopped first, and another wave started again.

Finally, almost all the fireworks exploded in the air at the same time, dyeing the night with iridescent colors in the rain.

The rain suddenly became louder.

"Lin Qingqian~" The child begged for mercy, hunched over and crying.

Someone from Lin kissed her forehead comfortingly, and whispered, "My sister."

"Sister~" The child knew exactly what Lin Qingqian wanted to hear.

Lin Qingqian snorted.

Song Qingyue's fingers tangled the bed sheet tightly.

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Lin Qingqian got up early and went back to the master bedroom to clean the room.

Yes, she ended up taking the baby to the second bedroom: wash the sheets the next day.

She looked at the small box that was about to be empty, and then at the pile of toilet paper in the wastebasket, her face blushed.

Then she asked the front desk for a black-bone chicken and stewed soup.

After all, it takes a lot of energy to make up for the child.

Own?Just stew a pig's trotter by yourself, and make up for what you eat.

She went back to the second bedroom, kissed Song Qingyue who was fast asleep, pinched the child's delicate face, worked in the kitchen for a while, and stewed the earthen pot over low heat.

Then the busy Mr. Lin started to deal with the official affairs of the day.

The minister who sent Lin Qingqian's work email that day was somewhat confused: the reply that usually takes about an hour takes about half an hour today.

Of course, it's not that Mr. Lin's brain power has declined or other things have reduced his work efficiency. It's really that typing with his left hand is more troublesome and slow.

Well, until Luo Zhu's video came in suddenly just now, Lin Qingqian, who had been holding back all morning, finally had someone to show off to.

As for the inhumane beating of the poor visiting Xiao Luo, she didn't mind.

"Are you still asleep?" Lin Qingqian watched the child's eyelashes tremble slightly, and kissed her forehead helplessly, "Don't pretend to be asleep, I know you're awake."

"Lin Qingqian~" The child whimpered, opened his eyes a little, looked at her, and buried his head under the quilt again.

"What's the matter?" She looked at the child's frowning, and rubbed her head amusedly.

"It hurts." Song Qingyue was bored in the quilt, with grievance in his tone.

"Why does it hurt?" Lin Qingqian took off her shoes and went to bed, hugged the child sideways through the quilt, coaxing gently, "Shall I rub it for you?"

"It hurts everywhere." Song Qingyue pursed his lips, "I'm not happy", "Backache, throat pain" was written all over his face.

Lin Qingqian ran her finger through the quilt, caressed the child's delicate waist, massaged it gently, and smiled softly, "Is it better?"

"No!" The child turned over angrily, not letting Lin Qingqian touch her, and whispered, "I said no yesterday, but you still come."

Lin Qingqian coughed twice, expressing that she was wronged, "But...it's obviously you."

Annoyed, Song Qing took out Lin Qingqian's mischievous hand under the quilt, and took a bite.

Last night was the culprit!It made her back hurt!

"Okay, let's go eat." Lin Qingqian arched her face, and scratched her nose with the hand held by the child, "It's already afternoon, aren't you hungry?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Qingyue's stomach growled in protest.

"I made black chicken soup for you, let's go."

The child lazily stood up on the bed, clutched his waist, and struggled to get out of bed.

Lin Qingqian thought her movements were slow, so he simply picked her up and carried her to the bathroom.

"Do you still have strength in your hands?" Song Qingyue stared at her with wide eyes.

In fact, Mou Lin's right hand has already started to twitch, but she is still stubborn, "Of course it's strong," she said bluntly, "What should I do when it doesn't work?"

Ow.

The child bit her face again.

"You also said that I belong to a dog, but you obviously belong to a dog." Lin Qingqian squeezed toothpaste for her, and muttered, "I always bite the right cheek, and one day my face will be out of harmony."

The child was brushing his teeth, and upon hearing this, he sped up his speed.Then he took a bite on Lin Qingqian's left cheek.

"Why?" Lin Qingqian was in pain.

The child crossed his hips, triumphantly, "Balance on both sides."

Lin Qingqian laughed, then rolled up her sleeves and prepared to beat the child.

"Don't roll up your sleeves! I'm scared!" Song Qingyue leaned on the sink in a short jump, "I always think what you are going to do."

She is more or less timid now.

My back still hurts.

Lin Qingqian was slightly annoyed, so she leaned forward, put her hands on both sides of the sink, circled the child to prevent her from escaping, and blocked her lips.

Well, if you bite me twice, I will return one, which is fair.

She bit her lip hard, with a hint of smugness on her face, and let go.

Song Qingyue pouted, "Lin Qingqian, you are so childish!"

The two looked at each other and laughed for some reason, the louder and louder they laughed.

Two childish ghosts.

The laughter gradually stopped, Lin Qingqian smiled, looking at Song Qingyue's watery eyes.

The lips slowly approached and kissed deeply.

Minty.

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"How does it taste?" Lin Qingqian propped her chin, looking at Song Qingyue who was eating like crazy.

"It's delicious!" Song Qingyue pulled his head out of the sea bowl, a little mad, "Lin Qingqian, stop cooking! I'm going to wear a dress in a few days!"

It would be embarrassing if it couldn't be plugged in.

Lin Qingqian smiled, "It's okay, just change it to a bigger size."

"I'm an idol." Song Qingyue pursed his lips, "Do you have to keep fit? When the time comes, the red carpet will be full of black drafts."

"Oh, by the way," Lin Qingqian finally realized, took out her mobile phone, got up and sat next to Song Qingyue, and gently hugged her in her arms, "You have to be ready."

"What?" Song Qingyue was puzzled.

"Now the Internet is full of black drafts."

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