Senior help me chase him back

Lu Minghui blocked his head with both hands, as if willing to punish him.

Cheng Qiao was stunned because of his words.

He let go of the hand holding the doorknob, he was a little dubious about Lu Minghui's words, "Why did you call your dad here?"

"I'm afraid you won't forgive me." Lu Minghui acted like a pissed off daughter-in-law at this time.

Cheng Qiao was speechless, opened the door and went downstairs.

Cheng Qiao was wearing a thin shirt and stood outside the gate. He had scolded Lu Minghui more than once for his abruptness, but he didn't want that kid Lu Minghui to call Song Xiuyang to go back.

After all, compared to Lu Minghui, Cheng Qiao wants to be with Song Xiuyang more. How much does he dislike his own childhood now?

Ten minutes later, Song Xiuyang's slender figure appeared under the dim street lights. Compared with the daytime, he changed into a sky blue shirt and khaki trousers.

The white sneakers were not the ones he wore during the day, and he was dragging a small suitcase behind him.

suitcase?

Cheng Qiao thought she had read it wrong, but after a closer look, it was really a suitcase.

Lu Minghui asked in a low voice at the side: "My father Yang doesn't mean he wants to come to your house for the holiday, does he?"

"What are you talking about!" Cheng Qiao glared at Lu Minghui, and hurriedly strode towards Song Xiuyang.

He naturally took the suitcase from Song Xiuyang's hand, "Why did the senior push it here?"

Song Xiuyang glanced at Lu Minghui who was following up, and had some doubts, "Didn't Minghui tell you?"

"Huh?" This time it was Cheng Qiao's turn to be asked, "Tell me what?"

Song Xiuyang shook his head, looked around, and said, "Let's go to your house first."

"Okay." The three went together.

After Cheng Qiao put the suitcase back in his room, he asked Lu Minghui to sit with Song Xiuyang for a while, while he picked up the white cup with the basketball logo that Song Xiuyang left on him today, cleaned it several times in the kitchen, poured it A glass of water was brought to Song Xiuyang.

"Senior, drink water."

Song Xiuyang picked up the water glass and took a sip, "I'll just say it, can I squeeze with you these few days?"

Lu Minghui approached Cheng Qiao embarrassedly, smiled and said in a low voice, "I haven't had time to tell you yet."

Cheng Qiao was dumbfounded, and automatically ignored Lu Minghui's hobby.

Happiness came so fast that he almost didn't realize it, "Senior, are you serious?"

"Why not welcome?"

"no no."

can i screamcan i sing

How can you not welcome it, you want to live in it for the rest of your life - you can!

But he still maintained a calm look on his face, "Of course you are welcome."

The two settled on the accommodation issue, and Cheng Qiao graciously pushed Song Xiuyang's luggage to the next door. If Song Xiuyang hadn't stopped him, he would have wished to open Song Xiuyang's suitcase and help him pack it carefully.

After packing their luggage, the three of them returned to Cheng Qiao's bedroom. Lu Minghui was treated as transparent the whole time.

"Senior, have you eaten? Are you hungry?"

"Senior, drink water."

"Senior, is something wrong with your house?"

"Senior..."

This night, Cheng Qiaoru was agitated by the emperor's lucky lady, but on the surface she could barely maintain her composure

The three of them sat together to occasionally read books and play with their mobile phones. In the end, Lu Minghui suggested that the three of them download the newly released mobile game "Fantasy Immortal Journey".

The three of them hid in the room with their mobile phones and started playing games.

Lu Minghui: "Father Yang, save me!"

Lu Minghui: "Dad Yang, are you sure you are a new player, I can't tell what kind of new player you are except for your equipment!"

Song Xiuyang: "...Yeah" He really didn't want to talk to him.

Cheng Qiao sat aside and smiled at Song Xiuyang admiringly, but showed great dislike for Lu Minghui.

Time passed quickly, and when Cheng Qiao looked at the hands of the alarm clock hanging on the wall pointing to twelve o'clock, he began to remind Lu Minghui to leave by insinuating.

But this fellow had no intention of leaving at all, and kept pulling Song Xiuyang to form a team with him.

In desperation, Cheng Qiao could only issue an order to evict the guest, but he didn't expect this guy to ask to stay overnight.

Cheng Qiao went crazy for a long time, and finally, under Song Xiuyang's pleading, he reluctantly agreed to Lu Minghui's request.

"Okay, you go to the next door." These were Cheng Qiao's words after holding back for a long time.

Song Xiuyang raised his eyebrows and continued to play the game, Lu Minghui was indeed shocked.

"Old Qiao, Qiao Qiao, cute Qiao, are you really not going to forgive me? I have dedicated myself to accompany you through this long night, are you really not going to forgive me?"

Seeing Lu Minghui's extremely exaggerated expression, Cheng Qiao ruthlessly said "Yes!"

"Boom—" Lu Minghui began to direct and act out the miserable fate of being abandoned by his lover again.

"Stop! If you don't go next door, believe it or not, I'll kick you out in minutes? And does Xia Mo know that your imaginary lover is me?"

Lu Minghui: "..." He looked at Song Xiuyang innocently, "Father Yang, help me."

"Stop it, given the current confrontation between the two of us, it's better for us to talk less." Song Xiuyang refused solemnly, motioning him to look at Cheng Qiao with a serious face.

"Okay, I'll go."

"and many more……"

Under Lu Minghui's surprise and Cheng Qiao's puzzled eyes, Song Xiuyang slowly walked to Lu Minghui's side. He coughed twice and explained, "I'm going to get the luggage."

"Hehe..." Well, the revolution has not yet succeeded, and it will continue tomorrow.

After seeing off the great god Lu Minghui, Cheng Qiao could finally be quiet for a while. In order to avoid the embarrassment of last night, he quickly picked up a change of clothes and ran to the bathroom while Song Xiuyang was packing his luggage.

When he came back from washing, Song Xiuyang was already sitting beside his bed, flipping through the little book that Lu Minghui had torn in his hand.

Cheng Qiao put a towel around her neck and rubbed her hair casually//softened her hair, and naturally walked to Song Xiuyang and sat down.

Noticing someone approaching, Song Xiuyang closed the comic book in his hand, his eyes softly looked at the person beside him, and frowned slightly when Realization brushed his half/wet hair.

"You don't seem to like using a hair dryer very much."

Cheng Qiao was taken aback for a moment, not understanding what it meant.

Song Xiuyang understood, and pointed at his hair.

Cheng Qiao understood, took the towel hanging around her neck and rubbed it softly again, "Well, I'm used to it, it's been like this since I was a child."

"It's better to wipe it off before going to bed." Song Xiuyang couldn't help telling him.

"Well, when I was in high school, I went to bed very late, and I had to do the questions again after taking a shower. When I fell asleep, my hair was dry. This long-term habit has become a habit, and I don't bother to change it."

"En." Song Xiuyang withdrew his gaze, got up, and put the comic book in his hand back to its original position. Cheng Qiao's gaze stayed on him all the time. He thought that Song Xiuyang would educate him and find various reasons to overthrow it. His bad habits, I didn't expect him to just "hmm".

Cheng Qiao smirked. Based on his understanding of Song Xiuyang, it was already very rare to be able to say so much. How could he think that Song Xiuyang was nagging like his mother.

"Shall I take a shower first?" Song Xiuyang turned around and suddenly met Cheng Qiao's scrutinizing eyes.

Cheng Qiao panicked, afraid that Song Xiuyang would read from his eyes that he was talking about him, so she hurriedly turned her face away, "Well, okay, I'll go and draw the curtains." She said and walked towards the bay window.

When she walked to the bay window, Cheng Qiao realized, um, when did the curtains be drawn?

"Hehe...it's done." Cheng Qiao turned around in embarrassment, Song Xiuyang just smiled and said nothing more.

After Song Xiuyang took a shower, Cheng Qiao's hair was also dry, and they both lay down on a corner of the bed and fell asleep peacefully.

In the early morning of the next day, Cheng Qiao, who had a good night's sleep, was naturally in a good mood, and even treated Lu Minghui much more kindly.

For the next eight days of vacation, it was rare for Lu Minghui not to accompany his girlfriend. He spent the whole day hanging out with Cheng Qiao and Song Xiuyang. This almost made Cheng Qiao really think that this guy had moved on. He invited his best friend to go on a trip, and abandoned him mercilessly.

Lu Minghui really came to his house for comfort.

The ten-day vacation passed by in a flash, and Cheng Qiao finally took Lu Minghui with his luggage and started their college life.

The first day of entering the kindergarten is naturally the school mobilization meeting, commonly known as the welcome meeting.

In previous years, the orientation meeting was nothing more than a speech by the principal, a speech by the director, a speech by the representative of the new students, and a speech by the representative of the old students.The whole one is boring, and the two are boring.

This year, in order to mobilize the enthusiasm of all the freshmen, the school's school leaders were ingenious and recruited the top five school beauties on the campus to come on stage and perform a poetry recitation for the big guys.

The focus is not on poetry, but on face.

While arousing everyone's enthusiasm, the school took the opportunity to promote the humane education of Peking University.

As the successor of the next school grass, Cheng Qiao was honored to be selected into the top five school grass, he was ranked second, and the first was Lu Minghui's father Yang, their senior.

Song Xiuyang, who used to evade such activities in the past, resolutely agreed when the school director asked for his opinion. It turned out that he heard from the channel (ask the school director directly) that Cheng Qiao would participate.

Suit and leather shoes, ready to go, Cheng Qiao, who was getting ready in the dormitory the night before, was awkward for most of the day because of the suit on her body.

Although people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles, there is nothing to say about his appearance, but the suit he was wearing temporarily borrowed from the student union seemed to be an insurance policy no matter how it looked.

The most terrible thing is that Lu Minghui, who is No. 6 in the school, is worried about not being able to share the stage with his wife because he missed the spot, and he is very ironic about his blue suit and white shirt.

"Okay, Lu Minghui, please stop talking, even if you call my suit a rotten street rag, I have to wear it to the stage tomorrow."

Cheng Qiao really didn't want to argue with him. Since when was he so fussy when he was young, the only possibility was his ranking for tomorrow's performance.

Standing between him and Song Xiuyang is Lu Minghui's daughter-in-law Xia Mo.

He shook his head helplessly, a man's jealousy is really terrible.

Cheng Qiao took off his clothes and hung them in the closet. As soon as he lay on the bed and picked up his mobile phone, Song Xiuyang came back from the door with two sets of packed clothes. Maybe he had walked for too long, and his legs were a little awkward .

Song Xiuyang opened the door and met Zheng Shaoyun's little eyes eager to get rid of the status quo. He pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and greeted him with a smile.

"Senior, you are finally back."

Song Xiuyang was puzzled, "What's wrong?"

He skipped Zheng Shaoyun and walked naturally to Cheng Qiao's bed, which was very close to the dormitory door. Cheng Qiao was lying on the bed depressed and playing games with his mobile phone.

Seeing Song Xiuyang coming, he only said hello and continued without raising his head.

Zheng Shaoyun hurriedly approached Song Xiuyang, and pointed at Lu Minghui who was sullen, "Hey, some people are sullen because they couldn't get on stage."

After finishing speaking, Zheng Shaoyun quickly moved closer to Song Xiuyang's ear, and Song Xiuyang moved aside somewhat repulsively.

Zheng Shaoyun, who was concentrating on complaining, didn't notice it. He deliberately lowered his voice and said, "Some people are attacking and criticizing Brother Qiao's suit because they can't stand on the stage with their wives."

After finishing speaking, Zheng Shaoyun's eyes shifted to Cheng Qiao's open cabinet door.

Zheng Shaoyun's voice was very low, but his expression of fearing that people would know behind the small report betrayed him.

Lu Minghui stood up angrily, wanting to find Song Xiuyang's theory.

"Father Yang, what point do you think I am? Why am I in sixth place? I am convinced that I lost to you and Old Qiao. Why should I lose to the glasses guy in the next class!"

When mentioning Brother Glasses, Zheng Shaoyun inexplicably felt despised.

"I'm not talking about you!"

Zheng Shaoyun: "..." Of course I know.

Song Xiuyang's mind was not on Lu Minghui, he helped Lu Minghui explain a few words, and asked him and Zheng Shaoyun to take his meal card to the supermarket to buy some snacks that they liked as comfort.

Naturally, if he had something to eat, he wouldn't think about it wildly, Lu Minghui frantically took the rice and karaoke Zheng Shaoyun, and before he left, he didn't forget to shake hands with Cheng Qiao to make peace.

Cheng Qiao didn't want to argue with him, so he let him go.

After sending the master away, Cheng Qiao sat down on the bed and burst into anger, "Senior, are you being too conniving with Lu Minghui, be careful that he will be spoiled by you in the future!"

Song Xiuyang approached Cheng Qiao and sat down beside him, without answering Cheng Qiao's question immediately.

He put a suit of clothes in front of Cheng Qiao and said, "Try it and see if it fits."

Cheng Qiao was very surprised. Judging from the packaging of the clothes, it was not difficult to guess that it was a suit.

"Well, a whole set with shirts and leather shoes, you can try it first to see if it fits."

"Senior, did you buy it?" Cheng Qiao knew that Song Xiuyang's family was rich, so he could not guess that just from the two butlers beside him when they first met.

"No, mine used to be a little too small. I thought that your clothes should be suitable, so I brought them here. Aren't you worrying about this?"

"That's it." Cheng Qiao was a little excited while holding the suit, "But...how is this so embarrassing!" Although he said so, he took the clothes actively with his hands.

He quickly unpacked it, and a set of black clothes with a little bit of playfulness came into view. Cheng Qiao picked up the clothes under Song Xiuyang's gaze.

Although the suit is orthodox black, the stitching design at the neckline and cuffs and the hem behind the clothes make it solemn but not stuffy, playful but not ostentatious.

Cheng Qiao liked the design of this dress very much.

But judging from the color and style of the clothes, this one is by no means second-hand.

He looked through the clothes, and it turned out that they were not second-hand, and the labels on the clothes were not removed.

"Senior, can we be more distracted?" Cheng Qiao picked up the clothes label and shook it in front of Song Xiuyang. Fortunately, this four-figure piece was just in his early days and he could still afford it.

Song Xiuyang only stared at the label and smiled sheepishly, "Be careful next time."

Cheng Qiao hung the clothes on the bed, turned to Song Xiuyang and said, "Senior, I take back what I said to Lu Minghui just now."

Song Xiuyang didn't react for a while, "Huh?"

Cheng Qiao touched the earrings embarrassedly, "You will spoil us all."

The author has something to say: Song Song: It’s good to be spoiled, from now on only I can bear you.