spring duck

"Sir, am I acting bravely?" Jiang Lai looked very excited while sitting in the passenger seat, not at all the same as when he was determined not to sit in the passenger seat, fearing that Qu Yao would be the first to die in a car accident.

"Probably." Qu Yao glanced at the duckling out of the corner of his eye, wondering why he was so happy.

It seems that the little duck said that Han Qinyun is handsome, is it because he wants to see him?Qu Yao frowned, snorted coldly, with a sullen face, and tightened his hand holding the steering wheel.

Jiang Lai was immersed in his own fantasy, and didn't notice Qu Yao's face: "Then sir, is Mr. Han's family very-very rich?"

"Does it have something to do with you?" Qu Yao said angrily.

This little duck who has eyes for money is planning to climb up and down the house?snort!Your wishful thinking is about to come to nothing!Han Qinyun is pure zero.

"Of course it has something to do with it!" Jiang Lai explained, "It would be great if I had money and would repay my kindness. Then do you think they will pay me? I heard that the government is doing justice to protect young people, especially Those who help the fallen old man like this are all given bonuses, do you think I will have one too?"

Qu Yao frowned even tighter, but secretly heaved a sigh of relief: "So you are so happy for money?"

Jiang Lai thought that Qu Yao was going to say that he saved people for money, so he quickly waved his hands: "Sir, don't get me wrong, even if I don't have a bonus, I will save you if I meet you. ..." Jiang Lai's voice became weaker and weaker, although he did not think of anything else when he saved people, but it would be great if the rich man could help the poor boy pay off his debts like in TV dramas in order to repay his life-saving grace.

Qu Yao suddenly smiled, but immediately returned to his usual domineering expression: "When you get to Han's house later, don't mention the money." I didn't know that I had treated you badly.

"Oh." Jiang Lai nodded, blinked and looked at Qu Yao's handsome side face, wondering why the husband is so happy today, could it be that he has no more love with Mr. Han and is about to meet his sweetheart?

Han Lai lives in an old villa area. The old man misses the past, and the furnishings in the house have not changed for decades.Although there is a servant at home, Han Qinyun came early this morning, saying that he was going to receive guests for his grandfather.

Han Qinyun was wearing a plaid shirt. He looked like a college student who hadn’t stepped into the society. He had no makeup on his face (actually, he used foundation, bean paste lip gloss, shadow, and softer blush and highlighter). With inner eyeliner) very pure: "Senior, you are here."

Qu Yao frowned slightly, suddenly remembered when they first met, nodded her head: "Yeah."

Han Qinyun is a student of Quyao University, but Quyao is a software student, and Han Qinyun is a journalism student, and they are still a few years away, so they didn't know each other at first.Because both of them are from Xingshi, and they both went to university in the imperial capital, they met by chance. At that time, Han Qinyun seemed to have just graduated every two years.

Han Qinyun looked at Jiang Lai, and said with a smile, "Little Jiang is here too, I haven't thanked you for saving my great-grandpa." This smile was polite and decent, and looked natural and harmless, but his eyes finally fell on the two people who were tightly holding hands.

Jiang Lai was quite embarrassed: "Hey, this is what I should do. Contribute to the society. Anyone who sees the old man will help." Why is the husband holding my hand so tightly?Oath of sovereignty?But Han Qinyun doesn't seem to want to keep me, sir, isn't he still in love?Could it be that you want to use me as a provocateur? ? ?

God TA contributes to society.

Jiang Lai tried to pull his hand out, but Qu Yao didn't intend to let go.

Oh, and you said you didn't come to see Han Qinyun, why are you pretending to be shy?Why don't you feel shy in bed?As soon as I saw him, I wanted to push me away, and I don't know who spent money to support you, little white-eyed wolf.

Jiang Lai tilted his head, raised his face slightly and blinked, and looked at Qu Yao, who narrowed his eyes and stared back.

Han Qinyun looked at the two people in front of him and showed their affection as if they didn't take him seriously at all. He clenched his hands and said with a smile on his face: "Xiao Jiang, let me take you to see my great-grandpa. He is resting, so it's inconvenient." Go downstairs, don't mind."

Jiang Lai seemed to be pardoned: "Okay!" Immediately shook off Qu Yao's hand, even looked at Han Qinyun with gratitude in his eyes, and before leaving, he didn't forget to turn his head and say: "Sir, I'm going."

Alas, it turns out that overlords like Mr. are prone to violence, and their hands hurt so much.Could this be the legendary scumbag?

Qu Yao's face is sullen, look, look, look, if you dare to shake off my hand in front of him today, will you dare to come to Han Qinyun blatantly tomorrow?

Han Qinyun smiled and said, "Senior, please wait a moment."

Jiang Lai does not want to be a light bulb, nor does he want to be a small burden, and he tries his best to show mercy to these two people. It is very likely that they will resurface. Exquisitely packaged and placed on the refrigerated shelf, the domestic pure natural pollution-free cabbage-like smile: "Mr. Han, you go to work first, don't worry about me." Jiang Lai thought, I have to make a good impression on Han Qinyun's heart, I It's not intentional to be a third party to intervene. You elites fight, and when the time comes, remember my hatred and don't give me money. What should I do?

Han Qinyun couldn't wait for it, but he still politely said: "Okay, if you need anything, just call me."

The white-haired old man in the room stared straight at Jiang Lai, his eyes fluttered a little, making Jiang Lai feel embarrassed, he stood straight at the door, and greeted cautiously: "Hi, Grandpa."

……

It was the first time for Qu Yao to come to Mr. Han’s house. Sitting on the sofa, she looked at the surrounding layout—it looked like the style of the 80s in the last century. There were many collectibles in the large wooden cabinet with glass doors. There are a lot of faded old photos taken by film cameras on the wooden box-style low cabinet, which seem to be the appearance of Mr. Han when he was young.Qu Yao glanced at it, but suddenly fixed her eyes on the penultimate photo in the row. The wooden photo frame on which the photo was placed was obviously shiny from being touched and wiped frequently. The photo showed a young man, According to the photo on the side, this should be Mr. Han, standing beside him is a girl about fifteen or sixteen years old, Qu Yao's pupils trembled slightly, staring closely at the girl's clean eyes.

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