The object of online dating is the Bamboo Horse Movie Emperor [Athletics]

(One)

"Brother, are you done? Watch a movie with me." Xia Lin patted the sofa and asked him to sit down.

"What are you watching?" Joan sat over and saw "Transformers" playing on the screen, "This again?"

"You know, I like this." Xia Lin moved her position, lay on Qiao An's push, looked at him from bottom to top, "I can recite every sentence."

"Let's see." Joan smiled and patted his head, "Nostalgia?"

"It doesn't matter, I just like it." Xia Lin turned over, put her arms around his waist, and said coquettishly, "Brother, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Joan smiled slightly: "It seems that this should not be said."

Obviously he had been training outside for two months and couldn't see each other.

"Then I miss you, why can't I say that?" Xia Lin rubbed his face against him, not forgetting to sigh, "I like it so much."

Qiao An looked at Xia Lin who was like a kitten in his arms like a pet, and while stroking his head, he asked, "Xia Lin, have you thought about it? What should I do if I don't pass by one day and don't save you?"

Xia Lin, who was still rubbing against each other, stopped suddenly, looked up at him, blinked a few times and thought seriously: "Well...then I can only be a ghost and haunt you."

"Naughty." Joan smiled, "Actually, I was terrified at the time."

"I was also terrified at that time." Xia Lin suddenly fell into the memories of that time, and stayed for a few seconds, "Brother, when did you start liking me?"

"Want to know?" Qiao An put his hand on his waist, "It's strong again."

Xia Lin sat up and nodded: "Two months of training, how could it not be strong."

He bent his arms to show Joan his muscles, then curled his lips and threw himself into his arms: "It's always worse than Brother."

He pretended to whimper a few times: "Brother, you haven't said when you fell in love with me, and you changed the quality."

Joan was amused by his words, looked at him seriously, and then kissed him on the forehead: "Probably... It's been so long that I can't remember."

(two)

"Aww~"

Qiao An, who was practicing calligraphy in the study, was attracted by the meow and looked up.

At first, he thought it was the cat owner who came, but he didn't think about it, and subconsciously pulled his eyes back to the rice paper, only to realize who made the sound in the next second.

"What are you doing wearing so little?" Qiao An asked, looking back and continuing to write.

At the moment, she was dressed in a cat outfit, except that the part that should be covered was covered by a very perfunctory cloth strip, but it was also faintly visible, and the other parts were almost the same as transparent.

"It's so cold now, are you going to go swimming in the winter dressed like this?" Joan pulled a blanket from the side and walked over, "Put it on, don't catch cold."

Xia Lin tore off the blanket from her head and hugged her in her arms, with a look of lovelessness: "..."

But he doesn't intend to give up.

Xia Lin walked up to him, put his hands on his shoulders, leaned against his ear and exhaled softly, his voice could turn around: "Brother~"

Xia Lin stretched out his hand to the brush in his hand, but couldn't get it out of his hand after a few strokes. He froze for a moment, and sat directly on the unfinished pair of words, with his arms around his neck, She leaned over to kiss her, but he pushed her away: "Xia Lin, there are times when you play around, didn't you see that I was writing?"

"Brother, when can't we write?" He took the pen out of his hand and put it on the pen holder, unbuttoning his shirt one by one, "Brother, we haven't seen each other for a day, don't you miss me?" ?”

"I think." Qiao An replied truthfully, and was about to reach for the brush when he pressed it down.

With a pen in his hand, Xia Lin stripped off the fabric on his body, lay on the rice paper directly, and looked at him provocatively with his head turned sideways.

Then Xia Lin stuffed the pen into his hand: "Brother~ If you really want to write, just write about others."

"Don't make trouble, let me finish writing this word." Joan picked him up from the table, saw all the fabrics on his body fell off, froze for a moment, and tied the blanket patiently for him, "Go, Wait for me over there."

Xia Lin was ruthlessly pushed away again, and he stood at the door with an aggrieved expression: "Brother, you don't love me anymore."

"Love." Joan replied, he took the pen to fill in what was left unfinished, "Come as soon as you finish."

"Brother, I'm not as important as calligraphy." Xia Lin muttered.

"You are more important, but you can't do things halfway." Joan didn't raise his head, and focused all his attention on the words in front of him.

Xia Lin, who was leaning against the door, felt the cool breeze for a moment. He wrapped the blanket around his body tightly, squatted on the ground and pressed his toes, like a desperate kitten waiting for food, although the cat ear ornaments on his head were still there , but the other banners are long gone.

He looked at the heartless man in front of him resentfully, this happened not once or twice, I really don't know how he could bear it so much.

Every time Xia Lin leaned up to him with a flirtatious body, she would always be treated as a cold ass in return.

I don't know if it's because I'm not attractive anymore, Xia Lin sighed for a long time, if I knew this, I might as well hide in the swimming pool and splash around twice.

He stood up lonely, and was about to leave when he felt a strong force in his arm, and then raised his head, facing Joan's eyes that seemed to see through him, not only that, but also full of possessive/desire.

"Brother..." Xia Lin blinked at him with deer eyes, and was picked up without waiting for him to say anything.

"In the future, if you want to, just say, don't do these things that hurt your body."

(three)

"Brother, it's not good for me to go to your house empty-handed." Xia Lin sat in the car nervously pulling on her seat belt, "There is a shopping mall in front, let's go see and buy something, after all, auntie doesn't like me very much."

"No, my mother doesn't need anything." Joan insisted.

Originally, Xia Lin bought things, but Qiao An kept them at home and refused to let him bring things to see his parents, but there was a little shadow before, and now he is even more anxious.

"But..." Xia Lin hesitated to speak.

"No need but, if a person likes you because of your gift, then there is no need for such a person to cling to you." Joan didn't want to take him to meet his parents at first, after all, after entering the entertainment industry, their relationship was a bit quarrelsome stiff.

But Xia Lin's parents insisted on doing this, so he must be trying to please his parents.

"But your parents are not outsiders, aren't they your relatives?" Xia Lin corrected, "It's not good for you to talk like this."

"It's all right, it's just a formality, you don't need to pay attention to them." Qiao An said and accelerated the speed of the car, "If they want to keep you for dinner later, just say you still need to train."

Joan seemed to remember something: "No matter what they say, don't take it to heart, you still have me."

He turned his head to look at Xia Lin, then grabbed his hand and squeezed it.

Even so, Xia Lin still dragged him to the mall to buy gifts for his parents when he was almost at home.

Even if they don't like each other, Xia Lin doesn't want to be rude because of being rude.

It's just that Xia Lin didn't expect that Yu Meifang was better than expected.

His lukewarm attitude reassured him.

"Joan, go help mom get the two bottles of red wine in the wine cellar." Yu Meifang said.

Qiao An refused, he knew it was deliberately to distract him: "You let Aunt Li go."

Yu Meifang glared at him: "Go, I have something to say to Xia Lin."

Although she didn't really want to be alone with Yu Meifang, Xia Lin still winked at Qiao An to reassure him.

When Qiao An walked back to the wine cellar step by step, Yu Meifang immediately suppressed her only smile: "Xia Lin, you know I don't like you, right?"

"Auntie, I know." Xia Lin had a difficult smile on his face. He didn't want to laugh, but he had to.

This is an attitude.

Yu Meifang was not polite: "Then why are you still with us, Qiao An?"

"Because...you have feelings." Xia Lin thought about several words, and finally chose to interpret this answer with feelings.

Yu Meifang was blunt: "What kind of feelings?"

Xia Lin's face froze with laughter: "Emotions that are higher than friendship and family affection."

"You know that no emotion can override family affection, right?" Yu Meifang continued to ask, she put the teacup on the tea table and turned her legs up, "I will not agree to you being my son's boyfriend. "

"Mom!" Qiao An didn't leave, but pretended to leave. In fact, she was listening all the time, and finally couldn't help but rushed over and stood in front of Xia Lin, "Why are you talking like that?"

Yu Meifang was not afraid that he would hear it at all, and looked at him with disdain: "What I said is the truth."

Qiao An didn't want to quarrel with her, after all, she was her own mother, but she didn't want Xia Lin to be wronged like this.

He usually treats Xia Lin like a baby, how can he allow others to do this.

"Let's go." Joan pulled Xia Lin up, "You don't have to worry about my relationship from now on."

Yu Meifang was overjoyed: "The wings are hard, so let me tell you, I will never agree. Don't forget, where was he when you were injured!"

Qiao An just pulled Xia Lin to the door, and stopped when she heard her say this: "Mom, don't think that I was unconscious and didn't know what happened back then. No concern."

After speaking, he resisted the impulse and said, "Mom, take care of your body, I'll go first."

Xia Lin, who never expected such a thing to happen, was stunned for a while, then turned her head and said goodbye to Yu Meifang: "Auntie, let's go first."

After going out, Xia Lin looked at Qiao An, who was very angry, and didn't know how to comfort him for a moment. After all, she seemed to have never seen him so angry before.

He took Joan's hand and shook it gently: "Brother, don't be angry, no matter what, he is also your mother."

"Let's go, let's go back." Joan sighed and pulled him into the car.

After getting in the car, Joan didn't start the car immediately, but turned around and put one hand on the back of the car seat, and the other hand connected with his fingers: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made you suffer like this."

This frightened Xia Lin a little, and said quickly, "No, it's fine."

Joan sighed softly: "I won't let anyone hurt you any more."

Before Xia Lin could speak, a forbearing but crazy kiss fell.

After a long time, the two separated breathlessly.

Xia Lin's cheeks were flushed, and her breathing was uneven: "Brother~ I love you."