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

The things in Lin Qingqian's hands fell to the ground with a clatter, and she quickly ran to the pool.

Under the dark water is a floating red fishtail skirt, long black hair floating feebly like seaweed, white arms and thin back glaring white in the darkness.

In an instant, many thoughts flashed through Lin Qingqian's mind.Her hands trembled slightly.

But reason is still in control of her thoughts, the deepest part of the pool is only 1.5 meters, those guesses cannot be true.

She pursed her lips and saw the small bubbles rising from the water surface with sharp eyes.

"Song Qingyue," she let out a deep breath, her face turned cold, and her voice seemed to freeze people into ice balls, "Come out!"

The child obviously hesitated for a while, but chose to be obedient. He flopped in the water, popped his head obediently, swam to the edge of the pool, looked up at Lin Qingqian with his hands folded on his chest, and smiled flatteringly. "Don't be angry."

Lin Qingqian had never treated her with such a cold face, even during the cold war, she always had a calm expression.

"Skilled?" Lin Qingqian looked at Song Qingyue in the water, his throat rolled slightly, but his face was still cold.

The child was a prophecy. At that time, he joked that he was not wearing a dress for swimming, but now he is as beautiful as a fairy in the water.

The wet long skirt stuck to her skin tightly after being soaked in water, outlining the exquisite curves. It was originally wanton and bold carmine, but after being soaked in water, it turned crimson red, making her skin white as jade; The beads slipped slowly, fragile as porcelain; her raven-feather hair was pushed back, but a few strands stuck to her face.

Coupled with those innocent and pitiful deer eyes, looking at him watery, like a pitiful and helpless cat that just took a bath, tremblingly stretched out its small paws to hook the person in front of it.

"Tsk," Lin Qingqian loosened his tie, kicked off his shoes and socks, walked barefoot to the edge of the pool, squatted down, reached out to grab the child's waist, and rubbed her lips hard.

Song Qingyue couldn't exert himself in the water, so he unconsciously put his hands around Lin Qingqian's neck, all supported by Lin Qingqian's arms, like a small boat in a storm, heaving up and down by the huge waves.

Lin Qingqian thought it was troublesome, so she just followed Song Qingyue into the swimming pool.

The swimming pool turned up huge waves, covering the two people who were hugging each other tightly under the water for an instant.

"Cough, cough, cough," the child put his head on Lin Qingqian's shoulder aggrievedly, coquettishly, "I choked on a lot of water."

Lin Qingqian's hand was swimming on her back, and she snorted coldly, "It deserves it."

"Don't be angry," Song Qingyue rubbed her face flatteringly, "I just wanted to make a joke."

"Don't make such jokes in the future," Lin Qingqian clasped her waist tightly, holding her tightly in his arms, melting into his flesh and blood, "Next time, I will..."

"What about you?" Song Qingyue felt pain, but didn't say it.

"I won't talk to you anymore." Lin Qingqian held back for a long time before choking out such a sentence.

"Okay." This threat, which is not really serious, really frightened the child, she nodded honestly, "I promise I won't do this in the future."

After all, Lin Qingqian couldn't say anything serious, sighed, raised her hand and snapped her fingers, "Turn on the light."

The voice-activated lights turn on instantly, and the swimming pool is as bright as day.

The child was stunned by the sudden strong light and couldn't open his eyes, and it took him a while to get used to it.

A blue swimming pool, a red dress, a white shirt, and their black hair intertwined.

Lin Qingqian combed Song Qingyue's hair back, and asked softly, "Are you still eating barbecue?"

"Eat!" The child's eyes lit up, and he struggled in Lin Qingqian's arms, as if he had discovered a new world, "Lin Qingqian, what are you wearing?"

Lin Qingqian followed her gaze and looked at herself.

The white shirt clings to the body after being soaked in water, showing a transparent texture, and of course the color is also faintly visible.

"Black?" Song Qingyue decided to make a living by himself, and pulled Lin Qingqian's neckline open.

Lin Qingqian's face flushed instantly.

Song Qingyue raised his head, looked at Lin Qingqian in a daze, and murmured, "You just...wear this to the award ceremony? Why are you so..." Mensao.

It was a not-so-serious dress, with black hollows, sexy. Sensual. Tempting. Tempting.

Lin Qing was at a loss for words.

It was a little embarrassing.

She originally wanted to calmly take off her shirt in front of the child when she was about to wash up after presenting the awards, to give the child a sense of "This person has been wearing this all the time today and is still serious about attending awards presentations and walking on the red carpet." Inside is this I-!" The shocking contrast.

How could he have thought that Song Qingyue would play this game.

Both of their throats rolled slightly.

"Lin Qingqian."

"Ok?"

"Are you dissatisfied with the fact that I go to sleep every time I finish?"

Lin Qingqian: ...

!!!

How does this child's brain circuit grow!

However, Song Qingyue became more certain about his guess: Lin Qingqian was a few years older than him, so he definitely wanted it, and his physical strength was too weak, so he couldn't take Lin Qingqian's feelings into consideration every time he finished.

No wonder it should be like this.

That being the case...then.

She cupped Lin Qingqian's face and kissed her lips.

Lin Qingqian was still a little confused, passively accepting the child's enthusiasm.

While prying open Lin Qingqian's lips, Song Qingyue gently stroked Lin Qingqian's cheek from top to bottom.

Heroic eyebrows, raised eye ends, beautiful nose, delicate jaw.

Her lips also moved down slowly, kissing Lin Qingqian's slender neck and fair collarbone, and finally lingering slightly at the collarbone.

There is a small mole there, slightly protruding, she loves the touch very much, and rubs it carefully.

Lin Qingqian inhaled slightly, then exhaled heavily several times, stroking the child's temples with her fingers, and closed her eyes.

Song Qingyue's hands imitated cats and tigers through the cloth.

Lin Qingqian trembled slightly, but couldn't help it anymore, put her arms around the child's waist, lifted and pulled her, turned her over, pressed against her delicate butterfly bone, and reached for the shadow of the skirt.A burst of light kisses landed on the child's nape and back.

Song Qingyue snorted, and clenched the stone bricks on the shore with his fingers, and then realized that it was outside, so he hurriedly shut his mouth.

But the corners of his lips still couldn't stop crying.

"Lin Qingqian, can you turn off the lights?" She raised her head, her voice hoarse.

Lin Qingqian pulled out her hand and snapped her fingers.

"Turn off the lights."

Under the moonlight, the water surface glowed with fine white fragments, and the water surface undulated slightly.

In just over ten minutes, the water stopped fluctuating. Song Qingyue's eyes turned red and he held Lin Qingqian's arm.

"Sister, no more."

"Tsk," Lin Qingqian kissed her on the cheek, pulled out his hand, and wiped the luster of his fingertips on the child's face, the picture looked astringent and restrained, "Go wash up, the bathroom on the first floor is ready for clothes. "

"What about you? Do you want to be together?"

"...I'm going to the second floor, don't you want to have supper?"

"think……"

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When Song Qingyue came out, Lin Qingqian had already washed and changed, set up the barbecue stove, and brushed the chicken wings with oil.

"Coming?" She looked up at Song Qingyue who was wiping her hair, reached out and took a lollipop from the basket on the side, unpacked it and handed it over, "Eat some candy when you're hungry."

The child had no hands empty, so he lowered his head and took the lollipop from Lin Qingqian's hand.

"Sweet?"

"It's okay," the child said vaguely, "it's not very sweet."

Lin Qing turned the chicken wings over with a slight smile, and continued to brush the oil, "I know you will find it too greasy, so I specially bought the ones that are not so sweet."

Song Qingyue looked at the freezer next to Lin Qingqian, which was full of beef, mutton, meatballs, chicken legs, squid, beef tendon, and small yellow croaker—all of which were meat. many."

"Aren't you hungry?" Lin Qingqian turned to look at her in surprise, "I've been arguing for a long time to eat."

Song Qingyue licked his lips in embarrassment, "I drank too much water just now."

Lin Qingqian blushed, pursed her lips and smiled lowly, "It's okay, let's bake less, and order a few of each, and put the rest in the freezer."

Song Qingyue nodded, then frowned again, "How long will it take to exercise with such a high calorie count?"

"It's okay, I'll use it up tonight. Anyway, I guess you can exercise all night if you can't sleep." Lin Qingqian said casually.Suddenly found that Song Qingyue didn't talk to him anymore.

She turned her head again and saw Song Qingyue's flushed face.

Lin Qingqian: ...

"I'm talking about serious exercise! What do you want with a gym in the house!"

"Who made you so fierce just now, I wanted to go wrong..." The child realized the little train whizzing in his head, walked over and pulled Lin Qingqian's clothes, and said.

Lin Qing gritted her teeth: "Then we have to see who teased me first."

She surrendered so quickly, she didn't even have enough to eat.

Song Qingyue sat next to Lin Qingqian with the candy in his mouth, "What is that?"

Lin Qingqian looked over, "You can try sesame paste and crushed peanuts."

Song Qingyue, who grew up in the south, rarely saw sesame paste, so he brought it over curiously, "What does it taste like?"

"You try it." Lin Qingqian turned around to get the chopsticks, intending to dip some for the children to taste, then turned her head back and stared dumbfounded at Song Qingyue dipping a circle of sesame sauce in the lollipop.

Ah this.

Rao Yilin Qingqian, a seasoned gourmet who has traveled far and wide, has never seen such a devilish combination.

It seems that Song Qingyue has great potential to cook dark dishes.

"what about the taste?"

"...The sesame paste is quite fragrant." Song Qingyue frowned slightly and said, "But it's so strange."

She smacked her mouth, "I thought it would be as sweet as black sesame paste."

Lin Qing smiled and shook his head, took the child's hand, "Let me have a taste."

"Here." Song Qingyue handed over the lollipop, but Lin Qingqian grabbed his lips.

Lin Qingqian tasted Song Qingyue's taste carefully, stood up, and licked the corners of her lips, "Why do I think this candy is so sweet?"

"Really?" Song Qingyue was still ignorant and didn't react, and put the candy in his mouth again, "I feel... um."

Lin Qingqian begged for another kiss.

"It's really sweet." Lin Qingqian said solemnly, and Song Qingyue, who blushed at the reaction, slammed his shoulder hard.

"Ah, it's burnt!" The two who were fighting, smelled the smell of burnt protein in the air, and hurriedly looked at the grill.

I didn't notice that the flames of good size had engulfed the chicken wings.

Lin Qingqian frantically rescued the chicken wings, but finally lived up to expectations and burned them.

She looked at the string of chicken wings with a pale yellow front that was crispy on the front and black as the bottom of a pot on the back with a complicated expression, and the corners of her mouth twitched, "Throw it away."

For such a simple thing as barbecue, she hasn't missed it for many years.

"Don't," Song Qingyue hurriedly stopped her, "Are you familiar?"

"...It should be said that it is familiar."

"I'll give it a try." The child was about to take the chicken wings eagerly, but Lin Qingqian dodged it.

"It's hard to eat, and the burnt stuff is carcinogenic."

"It won't taste bad," Song Qingyue said confidently, "Everything you cook is delicious."

Taking advantage of Lin Qingqian's inattention, she grabbed a piece of meat in one bite.

"……How about it?"

Song Qingyue swallowed it with great difficulty. Looking at the missing piece of chicken wing, he wanted to say something, but was held back.

"Throw it away."

Lin Qingqian cried hypocritically, "Just now you said that everything I cook is delicious."

Song Qingyue's small face suddenly twisted into a ball, and he looked at the chicken wings in Lin Qingqian's hand with extreme confusion, hesitated for a while, and said with extremely fearless courage, "Let me eat one."

"Okay, just kidding." Lin Qingqian reluctantly threw the bunch of black chicken wings into the trash can, "Don't bother me anymore! Waste is not a good habit!"

"Obviously you did it first."

"Would you like to try this?"

"What is this?" Song Qingyue looked at the string of crystal clear strings curiously.

"Butter, don't worry it won't be greasy, it tastes good."

"It sounds very hot." Song Qingyue's small face became tangled again, "Let me try a bunch."

Lin Qingqian looked at the string of four soybean-sized pieces of butter in her hand, and fell into deep thought.

"Hey, are there so many?"

"Try a bunch before you talk."

Soon, Song Qingyue took the creaking butter and frowned and tried one.

"How is it?" Lin Qing looked at her with a slight smile.

Song Qingyue wiped out the stick in his hand silently, and his little claws were about to reach out to the rest of the sticks stealthily.

"I knew it," Lin Qingqian handed it to her, "I won't get fat if I get up for a run tomorrow."

In the end, the two who were yelling that they couldn't finish eating still wiped out three out of ten of the food in the freezer full. Song Qingyue touched his stomach, hiccupped, and sighed, "Lin Qingqian, shall I cook from now on? "

"Why? Is my workmanship not good?" Lin Qingqian handed her a glass of lemonade to soothe her tiredness, took a sip, and asked blankly.

"Because after I tried your handicraft, I knew that my handicraft can't be imported, so I can eat less." Song Qingyue was serious, "I still have to keep fit."

Lin Qing laughed out loud.

What cook wouldn't want to hear himself being praised?

"Okay, you smell like barbecue, go upstairs and change your clothes to sleep." Lin Qingqian looked at Song Qingyue and yawned, and in a blink of an eye, Dongfang was already pale, "No one disturbs us today, so we can sleep for a day. "

"Okay," Song Qingyue yawned, "Sleep after eating, I'm really depraved today."

She went upstairs into the bedroom.Lin Qingqian briefly cleaned up the mess in the garden, and followed her upstairs.

"What are you doing here?" Lin Qingqian looked at Song Qingyue who was frozen in place strangely.

The corners of Song Qingyue's lips quivered slightly, and he pointed to the butterfly-shaped leather belt about three fingers wide on the bed, long enough to bind a person, "Lin Qingqian, why do you still have this habit?"

Could it be that she is such a thrill-seeking person?There was no sign before!

Then, should I...

Lin Qingqian followed her gaze, "What's the matter? I really like this."

Song Qingyue pursed his lips heavily, turned his head with a sad face, "I can't accept it for the time being, can you let me take it easy?"

Lin Qingqian looked at Song Qingyue, and Song Qingyue looked at Lin Qingqian.

"Song Qingyue! This is the underarm gun bag strap! What's going on in your head!" Lin Qingqian was so angry that she couldn't complete a sentence, "This is an accessory for a suit! It was used to hide guns in formal clothes during the war! Now I will occasionally use it to set it up, I wanted to use it today, but I thought about it later and left it here?"

Song Qingyue shrank his head and looked at Lin Qingqian with a smirk, "I see."

Lin Qingqian's chest heaved violently, obviously very angry with this child.

"I'm going to change clothes!" Seeing that something was wrong, Song Qingyue grabbed a long pajamas from the closet and ran into the bathroom.

Lin Qingqian took a deep breath, and reluctantly put away the gun bag and straps on the bed.

Hmm, wait.

She remembered the child's misunderstanding just now, looked at the buckle on it, and pulled it hard, the belt was very strong.

He looked at the metal railing at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed, and touched his shoulders that hurt every time he was kicked by a child.

It seems that... it can have other functions.

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"Lin Qingqian, you big liar, you still lied to me about the underarm gun bag!" Song Qingyue was pinned on the bed by Lin Qingqian, who was not full, with his slender swan neck raised, crying and cursing at the same time.

Satisfied, Lin Qing raised her head, wiped off the glitter on her lips, and smiled like a fox who had stolen the fish.

"Don't shout your voice out, or what will Li Zimu think of me tomorrow?" Lin Qingqian fed Song Qingyue a glass of warm water, let her curl up in her arms, panting to calm down her perception, her angry and powerless little fist hammered her shoulder.

She lovingly touched the child's head, looked at her sweat-soaked skin, and lowered her head to kiss her neck.

"Lin Qingqian, don't touch me!" The violent ups and downs of Song Qingyue's heart gradually slowed down, and he hid away.

Lin Qingqian was not annoyed either, she lay down with a smile and hugged Song Qingyue, stroking her back again and again, "Are you feeling better?"

Song Qingyue glared at her, "Untie!"

"That's impossible." Lin Qing smiled like a fox.

It was hard to control the child's Foshan Wuying legs once, of course he had to eat enough.

The curtains were drawn tightly, and occasionally sunlight came in, reflecting on the overlapping two people.

Song Qingyue was drowsy, sometimes thrown into the clouds, and sometimes unable to breathe as if drowning.

In the end, only one thought remained in my mind.

Lin Qingqian had calluses on her fingertips, which was very flirtatious.

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In the messy room, the cell phone rang suddenly.

Lin Qingqian opened her eyes in trouble, fished the cell phone on the bedside table, and accidentally knocked down the armpit pouch on the bedside table.

"Hello?" She picked up the phone without looking at the number.

Luo Zhu was speechless, "Sister, it's already seven o'clock in the evening, what are you?"

"Get down to business," Lin Qingqian said impatiently, "it's nothing, I'll hang up."

Luo Zhu was furious, "Last night, there was such a big news about the Chengping Award. I made all the command and public relations. Can't I ask you, the major shareholder?"

"Ah," Lin Qingqian finally realized what he had told Luo Zhu, blushed, and coughed twice, "How is it?"

Luo Zhu snorted, "The Chengping Award has earned a fair reputation. You are doing well. There will be no more 'royal' movie than "The Lone Wolf" in the future. Even "The Lone Wolf" can be fair and just." Treating everyone equally, the gold content of the award will increase. I believe that all the films that are still waiting to be voted will vote. This award can be considered to be established.”

"Okay, then everything will go according to plan." Lin Qingqian turned over and hugged the sleeping Song Qingyue in her arms, "Is there anything else?"

"It's all right." Luo Zhu hummed angrily when he heard the busy tone on the phone.

"You didn't say anything about going to the premiere." Chang Qisi pursed his lips slightly and poked her, "You promised me to go to the premiere of "Lone Wolf"."

"I know." Luo Zhu carefully reached out his hand, took Chang Qisi's hand, and clasped it in the palm of his hand.

Chang Qisi hesitated for a while, but did not break free.

Luo Zhu was overjoyed, and hastily added, "Lin Qingqian is still sleepy, so I can't just mention it."

"Yes." Chang Qisi nodded.

It's true that people shouldn't disturb their dreams, even if it's seven o'clock in the evening.

"So I'll call again in 10 minutes." Luo Zhu smiled wickedly, "Let her sleep for 10 minutes first."

……

"Luo Zhu! You are finished!" Lin Qing gritted her teeth, very angry.

"I'm sorry," Luo Zhu smiled, "I forgot Si's order, I dare not neglect, so I called you again."

Lin Qingqian narrowed her eyes and poked Song Qingyue next to her.

The child turned around, opened half of his eyelids, and saw that it was Lin Qingqian, so he hugged her, raised his head and kissed her face, "Good morning, Lin Qingqian."

Lin Qingqian also kissed the child's face, then hung up the phone.

Luo Zhu's fingertips holding the phone gradually turned white.

So angry.

……

10 minutes later, the bell rang again.

Lin Qingqian answered the phone very irritablely, "Luo Zhu, you have endless f*cking! I've already given you the ticket!"

Lin Zhiyin paused while making tea, and glanced at the phone in surprise.

Lin Qingqian who swears is too rare.

"It's me." She coughed twice and said into the phone.

"Which kid are you..." Lin Qingqian stopped abruptly, "Mom."

"Little Mom? That's a novel title." Lin Zhiyin joked.

"Mom, I was wrong." Lin Qingqian was startled awake, got up and went to the window, "What's the matter?"

"Well, there is something urgent." Lin Zhiyin took a sip of tea, "Xie Wenting has been released from prison, and he is released on medical parole."

Lin Qingqian's eyes narrowed instantly, and he looked up to the south.

"The fun begins."

The author has something to say: Today is another day when Xiao Song's counterattack failed, and he drank all the water except his sister's water.

Today is still a day for Kobayashi to unlock new knowledge, let us congratulate her!

Fill in the blanks: Roughly estimated, Xiao Song still needs _____ (fill in the number) ______ (choose day, month, year) to drink water?