Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Wow, there's egg soup and her favorite Qin's onion oil noodles. Qin Shiting came to her house so late, and this birthday was so full!

Grandpa called at this time, and when he was in love with the song in the kitchen, he looked at him again and turned to answer the phone.

“Read it. It's your birthday. Grandpa hasn't taken time to go back to the provincial hall. Let's make it up to you in two days. ”

“It's okay, Grandpa...” he muttered, still sleepwalking. "You've given me my favorite birthday present... put it back. ”

“What?” Grandpa heard her unidentified remark over there for a few seconds, stunned: “What do you want most for your birthday? ”

“Hey, hey, nothing, Grandpa, how old am I? It's just my little birthday. My classmates have helped me celebrate today, and at night... there will be good food soon. I'm happy today, you don't have to worry too much about me. ”

“That's fine, then. I'll give you a birthday present later, Grandpa. ”

“Mm-hmm. Okay! ”

I hung up and went to the kitchen to watch the song.

Qin Shiting had just rushed back outside and had not yet returned to his house to change clothes. She was wearing shirt trousers and slippers from her house. She stood on the side in front of the stove on the flow table, holding the seasoning just made, and stirred the uncooked face in the pan with chopsticks.

“If you're hungry, eat egg sauce first, and wait a few minutes for the noodles.” Qin Shiting didn't lift his head either: “I didn't eat it at night, just like we did together. ”

Nineteen years of studying songs. Although it was a lively birthday since childhood, it was always a rush for parents to come and go. Grandpa could only sneak around to accompany her. Most of the time he was a domestic servant or occasionally some friends and sisters to accompany her.

She has never had the feeling that someone has been around for a long time. This warm, unnecessary gift of smallpox is just the feeling of someone being patient beside her. She choked herself, but it didn't hurt much, even for a few seconds she suspected that she was drunk and dreamed that Qin Shiting had come back.

As a result, she stood at the table for half a day, and Qin Shiting's side was all cooked up. She hadn't sat down to eat.

“What are you staring at?” Qin Shiting fixed the onion oil noodles, brought the bowl and placed it on the table.

When I read the song back to God, I looked up at him: "Qin Shiting, pinch me. ”

Qin Shiting glanced at her and smiled.

“I'll let you strangle me. What are you laughing at? ”

Qin Shiting handed him the chopsticks: “Silly girl, it's not a dream. Sit down and eat. ”

“How do you know I suspect I'm dreaming...”

“Sit down.” Qin Shiting picked an eyebrow: “Are you going to let me feed you? ”

When you hear that, just sit down, asshole. She sat on the stool too fast and finally felt a little sore. She suddenly woke up. Oh, not dreaming, it was true.

“So you really came all the way back from the provincial hall, you always remember my birthday?” The song held the chopsticks and stirred the face of the bowl all the time and said: “So Qin Shiting is not as frivolous as you seem, is it? In fact, you really care about me, do you... ”

Qin Shiting held a spoon of egg spoon and stuffed it directly into her mouth: “Eat your noodles. ”

A bowl of aromatic orange egg cream and a bowl that looks very seductive. People's index fingers flutter with onion oil, just sit here and feel super happy.

The song swallowed the most egg spoon, it smelled good, it tasted good, and the appetite instantly opened up, just clamping the noodles in the bowl and eating.

“Well, Qin Shiting, that's all I can remember for the rest of my life.” Read the song solemnly.

“It's been a long life. Don't make it easy.” Qin Shiting sat across the street and ate with her.

And he said, “I mean it. ”

Qin Shiting smiled softly.

She looked at him while she ate her face. Qin Shiting's eyes were very dark and deep. Her eyelids and nostrils were perfectly angled. The overall five officials were indifferent and handsome, making people unable to help but want to take another look at him. However, he was the only one who dared not to come near her easily. He sat in front of her warmly at this time, cooked her noodles and spent her birthday with her, and he was still laughing.

Qin Shiting seems to have laughed a little more lately. After she went to Qin's house last time, it seemed like her mother's affairs were so temporarily interrupted there, it should not be further entangled and influenced.

This man, who is usually cold enough not to say a word to others, is so warm here that this huge contrast turns into an unspeakable charm.

When I read the song, I looked at Qin Shiting, and suddenly I said, "Qin Shiting, you don't have any ex-girlfriends, first love or anything? The kind of enemies who haunt you to death and then try to destroy our relationship, right? ”

“No, what do you think all day? ”

When I read the song and took another bite, I suddenly laughed: “I'm trying to pry into hostility. In case there's anything else bothering you, I have to be prepared. I have to be careful not to let you get robbed. ”

Qin Shiting fed her another spoon of egg sauce: "I didn't. ”

As far as the song knows, there are many girls who secretly like him secretly. I'm sure that some people's daughters who usually have dealings with the Qin family will love more or less if they know him. But Qin Shiting is usually really hard to get close to, so even if others have any thoughts, they don't have a chance to get close at all.

He said no, that's really no.

It's like seeing so many girls like him in school all the time, but really no girl has the guts to get in front of him.

It was already dark outside, the lights were on in the dining room, the two of us sat face to face, after eating face, the singing was not as sleepy before, the stomach was comfortable, the alcohol had faded a lot, the living room TV was lively, I didn't know what kind of comprehensive art show was being performed, but it was still Spring Festival holiday after all, which TV station was cheerful, the only dishwasher in the kitchen was working seriously.

“Why are you cooking so good?” Sitting on the couch singing, his head pillow next to his shoulder, watching TV and playing a hat: “Have you studied it before? Are you going to feed someone? ”

Qin Shiting leaned on her: “I lived outside for a while when I was a kid. If I didn't learn to cook, would I eat takeout every day? The servants didn't make it so good, they got tired of eating it and learned to do it a few times. ”

“Who else has eaten it besides me? ”

“Nothing, just you. ”

When I read the song, I doubted it. I turned my eyes and looked at him: "Really? ”

“Really.”

She was satisfied and continued to lean on his shoulder with a smile, closing her eyes and saying, "What time is it? Aren't you going to live across the street tonight? ”

“Just across the street, go back if you want, it doesn't matter if you don't want to.” Qin Shiting's voice is very quiet: “I don't think you want me to go back either. ”

When will Qin God read his mind?

But it was too late, and while the distress was gone, I was still sleepy.

Unconsciously, he slept beside him with his eyes closed.

……

At dawn, when she opened her eyes and found herself lying on the bed in the bedroom, she clearly fell asleep on the sofa with Qin Shiting's shoulder resting last night.

He brought her up here?

When I think of the confusion of sleeping, and then Qin Shiting takes me back to the room, when I read the song, my heart beats. After a long day of rolling over, I hurried up and sat up. I went to the bathroom to wash myself and then went to see if Qin Shiting was still at her house, or had already gone back across the street.

As soon as she stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, she glanced directly at her. After about seven or eight seconds, she reached out to pick up the necklace on her neck and looked at the diamond necklace in the shape of a little angel with wings in a ballet dress.

This is a new and limited edition of a French brand of jewellery from Paris in January of this year, which is available globally for only ten items, not particularly expensive, but seems to cost hundreds of thousands of yuan to buy, and the key chain is not available with money, as if it were a charity designed by the jewellery brand's chief designer to honor his beloved wife, all of which will be donated to the International Charity Center.

This necklace is called My-sweetheart.

I heard that the chain was sold online at midnight on January 1st, 10 pieces, sold out in a second, and the price has been on the market ever since, becoming more expensive and difficult to buy.

How did Qin Shiting get it?

It's February now...

Did he have a birthday present for her last month?

When I read the song, I caressed the little angel's diamond necklace and forgot what time I fell asleep last night, and I didn't know what time he hugged her, but he must have put it on himself.

It's beautiful.

She grinned at the mirror and suddenly realized that she couldn't escape the nature of the girl's desire for a gift. Before, she said that it was enough to want him around, but she really found that he had prepared a birthday gift for herself earlier. It really felt like a bunch of fireworks had blown up in her heart.

When the song was happily washed, I went downstairs. I thought Qin Shiting should have gone back to the other side, and I saw a man lying on the couch just downstairs.

When Qin Shiting was lying on the sofa in the living room sleeping, he was suddenly filled with songs. He wanted to ask why he didn't find a room to sleep in, but he couldn't take care of so much anymore. He ran straight down and ran to the sofa, regardless of whether he was awake or asleep now, he just fell into his arms.

Qin Shiting was asleep and suddenly woke up with her raw hands. She opened her eyes and looked down and saw the little head in her chest that was trying to arch into his arms. Her eyes were stained with silk laughter and helplessness. She lifted her hands and caressed her head: “Waking up so early. ”

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(Sweet and sweet, last day of the month, ask for a ticket ~)