Senior help me chase him back

After leaving the city library, Song Xiuyang took Cheng Qiao to a nearby Sichuan restaurant.

After sitting down and ordering food, Cheng Qiao began to mock their school girl.

"Senior, it's fine, you don't even notice such a beautiful woman, what kind of beauty do you like?"

Song Xiuyang looked at his junior who didn't think it was a big deal to watch a play, he just silently picked up the cup in front of him and put it together with his own cup, and rinsed it with hot water over and over again, "What about you? What kind of person would you like?"

The voice is gentle, but there is no emotion.

That's a good question.

Cheng Qiao thought for a while, "Since you don't like someone who is petite and cute like Xiao Jingchu, do you like Yujie Fan, or a man-in-law?"

"Or, in fact, you just like this kind of little bird, but you simply don't like Xiao Jingchu..."

Cheng Qiao sat across from her and spoke aggressively.

Song Xiuyang has been rinsing the cup in front of him without distraction, appreciating his masterpiece with satisfaction after rinsing.

Passing the cup to Cheng Qiao who was sitting opposite, Song Xiuyang continued to repeat the action just now with their chopsticks.

"I already have someone I like, but I'm just in a crush." ​​He said in a calm voice, as if saying another thing that had nothing to do with him.

"Secret love!" Cheng Qiao was a little surprised, "Why is it a secret love, and the senior didn't confess it?"

The movement of Song Xiuyang's hands paused, and his deep eyes were covered with a layer of mist, "I'm afraid it will scare him." His voice was low and a little unconfident.

Cheng Qiao took a sip from the water glass in front of her, and said in a clear voice, "Sure enough, love can make people not like themselves. I didn't expect seniors to be unconfident sometimes."

"Yeah, what about you? Is there anyone you like?" When Song Xiuyang asked this question, he slightly clenched his hands holding the chopsticks, his expression slightly nervous.

"No."

Putting down the chopsticks, Song Xiuyang picked up the cup with a happy expression and drank it down in one gulp.

During the conversation, the food has been served. Although it is a Sichuan restaurant, the food served is basically lo mei.

Cheng Qiao was not surprised that the table was full of his favorite delicacies. Song Xiuyang was really good at taking care of others. It was not unreasonable for that boy Lu Minghui to directly call Song Xiuyang his father.

During the meal, Cheng Qiao was in a good mood and shared his achievements this morning with Song Xiuyang, and to his surprise, as if reporting a task to his parents, he put the bad guy's phone number in front of Song Xiuyang for him to check.

Song Xiuyang stared at the string of mobile phone numbers, not knowing whether to cry or laugh, how could there be such a fool in the world, but this fool was so stupid in his heart.

"So, that's why you called me out?"

"Yeah!" Cheng Qiao took a bite of meat, and his eyes accidentally fell on the cup in front of Song Xiuyang. He remembered the cup he owed Song Xiuyang.

"Senior, where are you going after dinner?"

"Let's go to the library, I haven't thought about it yet, how about you?"

"Why don't you accompany me to a place, I want to buy some things, and the senior can give me advice?"

"Okay." Song Xiuyang readily agreed.

After lunch, Cheng Qiao took Song Xiuyang to the largest business plaza in the imperial capital. Standing in front of the jewelry store, he hesitated.

Did he bring Song Xiuyang in to pick out gifts, or did he sneak in by himself?

If he was brought in to choose, there would be no surprises, but if he sneaked in by himself, what reason should he find.

and many more......

Cheng Qiao suddenly realized a problem, why did he surprise Song Xiuyang!

When Cheng Qiao was hesitating, Lu Minghui, who was shopping with his girlfriend, suddenly appeared behind Cheng Qiao.

With a smirk on his face, he signaled Song Xiuyang not to speak, and then slapped Cheng Qiao on the shoulder from behind.

"Old Joe! Why are you here!"

Scared by Lu Minghui, the timid Cheng Qiao jumped directly behind Song Xiuyang, holding Song Xiuyang's arm tightly.

When she saw clearly that the person in front of her was Lu Minghui, Cheng Qiao rushed to Lu Minghui angrily and scolded him.

"You kid is sick, don't you know it will scare people to death!"

Lu Minghui laughed out loud, he did it on purpose!

"Well, aren't you excited to see you with my father Yang?"

Lu Minghui glanced at Song Xiuyang, quickly pulled his girlfriend beside him into his arms, and introduced him to Song Xiuyang.

"Father Yang, this is my daughter-in-law, late Xia."

"Mo Xia, this is our dad." Song Xiuyang patted his chest proudly.

The girl Zhang Xiangyu's sister Fan in his arms has a pair of smart eyes, she is straightforward and easy to get along with.

She nodded slightly to Song Xiuyang, and said with a smile: "Should I also call Senior Song, Dad Yang?"

Song Xiuyang frowned, he rejected this address very much: "Just call me Song Xiuyang, Minghui, don't mess around!"

"That won't work, you are our food and clothing parent, don't call me dad."

Song Xiuyang was helpless, he really didn't want to entangle with Lu Minghui about this title.

"Okay, okay, what are you two going to do?" Seeing that Song Xiuyang was a little impatient, Lu Minghui quickly changed the subject.

Cheng Qiao: "Buy some things, how about you?"

"Let's go to the movies, Cheng Qiao, do you and Senior Song want to go together?" Xia Mo suggested.

This is a good idea. When Lu Minghui thought of the movie he and his girlfriend were going to watch, he looked at Cheng Qiao playfully, "Brother, do you want to go together?"

Cheng Qiao glanced at Song Xiuyang, thinking that if Song Xiuyang went to the movies first, he must have enough time to choose a cup.

"Okay, let's go together, senior."

"Okay." Song Xiuyang didn't care.

The four hit it off immediately, Lu Minghui went to buy tickets, Cheng Qiao and the others waited at the milk tea shop.

"At the end of summer, it's still coconut fruit, which is normally sweet?" After Lu Minghui left, Cheng Qiao naturally took the job of taking care of his friend's girlfriend onto himself.

"Well, I want a big glass."

At the end of Xia Xia, she found a four-seat seat at the milk tea shop, because she often played games with Cheng Qiao and had a relationship with Lu Minghui, so she was not very reserved.

On the contrary, Song Xiuyang followed Cheng Qiao closely without saying a word.

"Oh, where's the senior? What flavor do you want to drink?" Cheng Qiao turned to look at the silent Song Xiuyang.

"I don't like sweet drinks."

"Then, can I get you a glass of water?" Cheng Qiao thought about Song Xiuyang's horrible habit of brushing glasses, and gave up after thinking about it, "I'll figure it out myself."

"Do you like milk tea?" Song Xiuyang was surprised that Cheng Qiao still had such a hobby.

"He not only likes to drink milk tea, but also likes to eat sweets. Every time Lu Minghui bought me cakes, most of them fell into his mouth." Xia Mo rushed to explain.

Song Xiuyang was overjoyed, eating sweets is good, he patted Cheng Qiao on the shoulder and motioned him to sit down.

"What do you want to drink, I'll buy it."

"No, no." Cheng Qiao waved her hands quickly, but looked at Xia Mo who was sitting aside, thoughtful.

Could it be that seniors are not good at flirting with girls?

He shook his head speechlessly, no wonder the senior is still secretly in love with him, he must help him, the father of food and clothing, if he has the chance.

"Okay, I want red bean milk tea, polysaccharide, big cup."

"Well, I'll be back when I go."

Three minutes later, when Song Xiuyang appeared in front of Cheng Qiao and Xia Mo with two big cups of milk tea and a lot of desserts.

Xia Mo stared dumbfounded at the table full of desserts, and said sincerely to Song Xiuyang, "Now I finally know why Lu Minghui called you father, Senior Song, you really treat them like children!"

Song Xiuyang sat beside Cheng Qiao very cooperatively, and patted Cheng Qiao's shoulder, "Do I still want to look at you with loving father's eyes?"

"Hehe... I eat."

Xia Mo, who was sitting across from her, burst into laughter, "I didn't expect our tall and cold flower to make jokes."

But when Xia Mo held the milk tea and watched Cheng Qiao and Song Xiuyang's next interaction, she couldn't laugh anymore.

When Cheng Qiao eats cake, Song Xiuyang will consciously ask him which piece he likes, and then push the cake to Cheng Qiao's side without hesitation.

Song Xiuyang would considerately insert the straw into the milk tea and bring it to Cheng Qiao.

When Cheng Qiao was only focused on eating cakes and forgot to drink milk tea, Song Xiuyang would remind him thoughtfully.

When cream was stuck to the corner of Cheng Qiao's mouth, Song Xiuyang would immediately take out a tissue and hand it over, signaling Cheng Qiao to wipe it off...

At the end of Xia, she thought about what Lu Minghui told her before leaving: Father Yang is rather indifferent, so you should communicate with him well to ease the atmosphere.

"..." This is called indifference?

This is obviously a bosom brother, okay?

Also, where does she need to ease the atmosphere, the silence of the young couple is in the world of the two of them, she can't get in the way with Ben, okay!

and many more……

Xia Zhi suddenly narrowed his eyes, and those clever little eyes flashed between the two of them.

With a sly smile, she seemed to smell a scent of love.

"Well, Senior Song, do you have someone you like?" Mo Xia coughed twice, reminding them of her existence.

but……

Cheng Qiao: "Senior, what are you doing tomorrow?"

Song Xiuyang: "I haven't thought about it yet."

Cheng Qiao: "If you have nowhere to go, why don't we go climbing together?"

Song Xiuyang: "Good!"

Xia Mo: "..." Well, she gave up, she didn't get in at all.

Cheng Qiao, who was eating the cake, suddenly realized that Xia Mo was talking, and quickly took out a tissue from Song Xiuyang's hand to wipe her mouth, and looked up at her: "Xia Mo, what did you just say?"

Xia Mo: "...No, hehe...I'm talking to myself."

#泪流# Minghui, hurry up and come back, okay?I'm really aggrieved when I take this light bulb! ! !

Half an hour later, Lu Minghui returned with four 05:30 movie tickets, and Xia Mo threw himself into Lu Minghui's arms as if seeing a savior.

"Okay, okay, don't be afraid of being shy, why don't we just separate for half an hour."

Xia Mo was relieved by Lu Minghui's doting eyes, she hurriedly pulled Lu Minghui aside, and whispered.

"Let me ask you, does your father Yang always treat you like this?" She gestured to Lu Minghui to look at Cheng Qiao and Song Xiuyang who were getting up and wanting them to come. Song Xiuyang was still holding Cheng Qiao's milk tea in his hand.

Lu Minghui was confused, "What do you mean?"

"I mean……"

Cheng Qiao interrupted Xia Mo before he could say, "Have you bought the ticket?"

"Well, there are a lot of people watching movies today, so we can only wait until 05:30."

Song Xiuyang checked the time and handed the milk tea to Cheng Qiao.

Cheng Qiao picked up the milk tea naturally and took a sip, "It's so late, what are we going to do?"

Lu Minghui: "How about going to the Internet cafe next door?"

"Okay." The three of them were afraid of meeting, only Xia Mo was speechless for a while watching their interaction.

Taking advantage of Cheng Qiao and Song Xiuyang walking ahead, Xia Mo finally found time to be alone with Lu Minghui.

"Minghui, let me ask you, does your father Yang always treat you like this?"

Xia Mo recounted everything she saw, but Lu Minghui didn't take it seriously, "Papa Yang has always been like this."

"Then he does the same to you?"

Lu Minghui thought for a while, "That's not true."

Xia Mo covered her mouth with her hands as if she had discovered something important.

Lu Minghui: "What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, I found a secret, but I can't tell you yet, let's go."

Lu Minghui was confused and was dragged away by his girlfriend.

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