Serious warning to next door Husky neighbors

"You should be a little older than me, am I right?" Zhou Qingyan looked at him and asked.

"Well, one year older, I'm 25, you're 24." Chen Nansong looked at the dessert ice cream shop in front of him, and walked there, "Which one do you want?"

"Huh?" Chen Nansong stood in front of the freezer and looked at it for a long time. After asking a question, he found that no one paid any attention to him. When he turned around, he saw Zhou Qingyan standing there without moving, looking dazed.

He knocked on the freezer twice, Zhou Qingyan reacted, staring at the huge cone next to the shop, "Do you like this?"

"Who doesn't like ice cream?" Chen Nansong found a problem after finishing speaking.

It seemed that Zhou Qingyan didn't like it.

"Which one do you want?" The young lady behind the counter looked at him with a narrow smile.

"Ah? That..." Chen Nansong glanced back at the person next to him.

"You don't have to worry about me." Zhou Qingyan was more embarrassed than him. It was probably the first time in his life to buy ice cream, and he pointed at one without looking up, "This is it."

The young lady was stunned for a moment, then put on a smile in the next second, "Okay, wait a minute, how about you?"

"Matcha." Chen Nansong coughed.

Why does it always feel weird?The sweet ice cream doesn't seem so sweet anymore.

Chen Nansong felt like forcing Zhou Qingyan to eat sweets.

"This is matcha, and this is peach, with pulp added." The young lady looked at Zhou Qingyan enthusiastically, and handed over a pink ice cream.

There is a cartoon princess and a pink bow on the ice cream.

Chen Nansong had never been so embarrassed at his age, and Zhou Qingyan's face was not much better.

"Well, do you mind...eating two?" Zhou Qingyan held the cone with stiff fingers, and silently reached out to the person opposite, "I...I didn't mean it, but I really...yes Allergic to peaches."

Zhou Qingyan lowered his head, like a child who made a mistake, the cone in Chen Nansong's hand almost fell to the ground in fright, and cold sweat broke out.

He couldn't stand Mr. Zhou's head lowered, and Chen Nansong unconsciously began to lower his head.

From a distance, it looked like two boys bowed their heads to admit their mistakes.

"It's okay, it's okay, you can just take mine." Chen Nansong insisted on taking the pink and tender little cone, and stuffed the matcha cone directly into Zhou Qingyan's mouth, and the corners of his mouth were full of paste.

"Damn it! I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Chen Nansong lowered his head and wanted to rummage through all his pockets, but he couldn't find half a piece of paper.

"It's okay." Zhou Qingyan went to the shop and asked for some paper to wipe the corners of his mouth before returning.

"Do you not eat sweets?" Chen Nansong is very careful when speaking now.

It is estimated that people will have to detour when they see him in the future.

"Basically I don't eat, but...it's okay." Zhou Qingyan found a seat and obediently licked a few mouthfuls.

Chen Nansong didn't let go of his heart, so he looked sideways at the person next to him after taking two bites.

The princess doll was made of icing sugar, and he bit off its head after a while, and it was a bit scary to hang on the cone.

"Go to the claw machine?" Chen Nansong realized something was wrong after asking.

Why is he acting like a licking dog to make his partner happy now?

The skin that has been piled up for more than [-] years has been scraped off a few layers today.

"Okay." Zhou Qingyan stood up and walked in, and Chen Nansong followed behind with a long sigh of relief.

I hope that boy Fei Le will not blame him, he has tried his best, and if Zhou Qingyan assigns twice as much homework to Fei Le, he will feel normal.

After all, it was my uncle who failed to live up to expectations.

"This?" Zhou Qingyan stopped in front of the second machine, which was a big-faced monkey, all kinds of big-faced monkeys.

"Okay." Chen Nansong concentrated on licking the ice cream in his hand, chewing the sweet pulp in his mouth, "Help me get this." He handed the cone in his hand to Zhou Qingyan, bent down and concentrated on inserting coins.

Zhou Qingyan stood motionless with a cone in each hand, his hands just stopped in the air, and his eyes were fixed on the doll holder.

"Ah?" Chen Nansong missed, "Wait a minute, I'll try again."

Today's luck may not be very good, and I failed to catch it three times in a row.

"That..." Zhou Qingyan stiffened and looked a little nervous, his eyes fixed on the cone in his hand.

Damn it, let it flow down.

He can still lick his own cone, but he can't lick Chen Nansong's.

"Nan...Nan Song, that..." Zhou Qingyan stared at the liquid flowing between his fingers and licked his lower lip nervously.

"What's wrong?" Chen Nansong looked down at the doll, but didn't look up, "I caught it!"

"Huh." Zhou Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why...huh?" Chen Nansong turned around, and saw the people behind him looking at him nervously, looking down at the ice cream in their hands, their faces turned red.

"You can kick me, you are too honest, just stand like this." Chen Nansong hurriedly took it over, took paper from his pocket and wiped his fingers clean.

"No wonder it's called Mr. Zhou, it's too honest." Chen Nansong was laughed at, and didn't know what to say.

This man is not young, why is he still stupid.

The last two of them went out with two dolls in their hands. Zhou Qingyan hugged the two dolls and said, "I'll get the car."

Chen Nansong stared at the back for a long time, stroked his hair, and muttered softly, "It's too dumb, but it's cute."

It was already dark when we were on the road, Chen Nansong glanced at his watch, it was 07:30.

"Do you know why I said I was bored?" Zhou Qingyan spoke suddenly, and suddenly wiped away Chen Nansong's drowsiness.

"It's okay, everyone has different habits, it's acceptable." Chen Nansong rubbed his forehead.

"I live a very fixed life every day, and I may not be able to stand two... being with others." Zhou Qingyan tapped his fingers on the steering wheel while waiting for the traffic lights, "I'm afraid I will trouble others."

"Most people may not be able to adapt to my habits." Zhou Qingyan paused for a few seconds, "Forced adaptation will make people uncomfortable and tiring."

"Why did you tell me this suddenly?" Chen Nansong smiled and turned to look at him sideways.

"Didn't you say that you are doing emotional counseling?" Zhou Qingyan smiled, "It's here for free, no need for nothing."

"But I'm a three-no consultant, aren't you afraid that I'll take you into the ditch?" Chen Nansong laughed himself after finishing speaking.

"My suggestion to you is... everyone's life is different, maybe the other person is worse than you, such as me." Chen Nansong leaned his arm behind his head and continued: "You can find someone to change for the other person , just a little bit, on the premise of not affecting your own living conditions."

"If you will become happier, then continue to change a little?" Chen Nansong turned his head and yawned, "Maybe it's fine for this kind of thing to happen naturally, don't put pressure on yourself, let's talk about it."

Chen Nansong felt that he was about to fall asleep, "Besides, you are fine."

"Hmm." Zhou Qingyan's voice was very soft, maybe he was afraid of waking up the people next to him.

He didn't know how long Chen Nansong slept all the way, but he felt refreshed when he got up, and the car was parked in the outdoor parking lot behind the residential area.

"Which way are you going?" Zhou Qingyan turned his head and asked after turning off the ignition.

"Turn left ahead." Chen Nansong rubbed his eyes twice, opened the door and stepped down.

"Let's go together, I'll go there too." Zhou Qingyan got out of the car and waited for him.

The normally lively neighborhood was a bit noisy tonight. There were a lot of people around the central square, and the screams of grandparents and children made people's heads ache.

"Let's make a detour, there are too many people in front." Chen Nansong paused, turned his head and was about to turn to the path on the left.

"Master Chen!!" Chen Nansong shook his shoulders in shock from the man in front of him.

It is a bit embarrassing to put the words Master Chen outside.

"There's an event ahead, why don't you go and see it? Come with me!" Brother Hui walked over from the front with a walking stick in his hand and a plaster cast on his right leg.

"What's wrong with your leg?" Chen Nansong asked.

"Damn, didn't I just follow what you told me to go after her girl? I did catch her, that's... After he found out the truth later, he pushed me angrily, and then I... fell It's in the ditch."

Chen Nansong: "..."

"Let's go! Is this your friend?" Brother Hui slapped Chen Nansong on the shoulder, and turned to look at Zhou Qingyan next to him.

"Yeah." Chen Nansong nodded his head, "Well, you go first, I'm a little..."

"Xiao Chen!!" Uncle Zhang popped out from nowhere, "Let's go!! You have been single for how many years, you don't grasp such a good opportunity?"

"No, I..." Before Chen Nansong finished speaking, he was suddenly supported by two people, one with one arm, and walked towards the central square.

"Qing, Qingyan! Save..." Before Chen Nansong could say help, he turned his head and saw that Zhou Qingyan was also being pulled towards him by arms.

It seemed that he couldn't be saved, and it was too late to save himself.

"The [-]rd Blind Date Meeting for Owners will start soon!" A striking banner was hung on the main square, with the words clearly written in white on a red background: Encounter is fate, and marriage of thousands of miles is bound by a thread.

"Uncle Zhang! There are two more!!" Brother Hui was still able to push Chen Nansong with one hand while leaning on his crutches, but that wasn't enough.

"You come with me too!" Chen Nansong didn't forget to pull his back before he left, he yanked Zhou Qingyan's arm, and didn't let go until he stood on the red carpet in the middle.

"Can our female guest pass the small card in her hand to see which man is close to her eyes?" the host shouted from the side.

Chen Nansong stood in the corner, staring at the folds of the red carpet on the ground like a cat's paw.

Really want to smooth it out.

"That...this is for you." The figure in front of him startled him, looked up suspiciously, and met the eyes of the girl in front of him.

"I'm sorry." Chen Nansong smiled and waved his hands twice. After the girl left, he looked up and saw Brother Hui shaking his head at him, and Chen Nansong shrugged his shoulders.

This gender is wrong, and he can't help it.

After a while, a row of men basically held small cards in their hands, except for the two men in the farthest corner.

"Come on, everyone, sit down, we will ask you to ask me to answer in the next session, two people in groups, everyone can ask questions freely, the time limit is 10 minutes." The host couldn't help yawning after finishing speaking.

The long and narrow table was placed in the center, and Chen Nansong found a chair on the edge to sit down, and Zhou Qingyan naturally made it across.

"Start!" The host shouted again.

"Do you have a house or a car? How many people are in the family? How much is the monthly salary?" The girl next to Chen Nansong threw three questions in a row in the next second, but the man on the opposite side answered smoothly, probably memorizing the answers by heart.

"Then let me ask, what time do you usually go to bed?" Chen Nansong looked at the person opposite with a smile, and rubbed the fake flower next to him with his fingertips.

"Not fixed, night owl." Zhou Qingyan looked at him with his head on his arms.

"Do you like men or women?" Chen Nansong was indeed a little curious, he was a little unsure, so he just took advantage of this time to ask.

"Male." After Zhou Qingyan finished speaking, the fingers of the opposite person froze for a few seconds.

"Up or down." Chen Nan loosened his thick-skinned skills to the extreme.

"It depends." Zhou Qingyan leaned back a little and stared at him with folded arms.

"Hmm... Chibi Maruko or Crayon Shin-chan?" Chen Nansong raised his head and asked with a smile on his face.

Zhou Qingyan raised his eyebrows, froze for a second, and leaned over with a smile, "Crayon Shin-chan." He paused for two seconds, "How long have you been single?"

Chen Nansong snapped his fingers, "I haven't talked about it."

"Are you ready to wait or are you ready?" Zhou Qingyan asked in an extremely flat manner, as if he was asking you what you had for lunch.

Chen Nansong pursed his lips, tapped his fingers twice, and put on a relaxed smile on his face, "Always be ready."