[Net King] Uncle, you are arrogant!

Before that, Qingyang would never have imagined that she would sit and chat with Atobe one day in the future.Not only that, but they shared a plate of chocolate chip cookies.

This statement may be too general, let us summarize the inevitable connection between cause and effect in detail.

After learning that the mother and son of the Atobe family also came to their mother's wedding, and had a face-to-face meeting with them, Qingyang was dragged by two newlyweds to meet their friends.

From her best friends who once formed gangs in college to fight against each other...ahem, to old acquaintances who laughed, cursed, made noise, separated and reunited for a long time, Qingyang was surprised, she didn't expect her mother to have so many friends.

From the childhood playmates who grew up wearing the same pair of pants, to the club seniors in high school, to the students who had a good personal relationship when they were teaching in the university, Qingyang looked at Niwa Yuuki with admiration, Uncle Yuki, you are still so popular...

When her mother pushed her in front of an aunt wearing thick glasses, Qingyang was still polite and obedient to earn enough face for her mother, but when the aunt looked at her from top to bottom with appraising eyes After looking at it again, Qingyang couldn't laugh anymore.

A certain aunt who seemed to be very knowledgeable and knowledgeable was pinching the frame of her glasses with one hand. She might be slightly short-sighted. She leaned close to Qingyang's stiff face and stared at her for half a minute.

Just when Qingyang couldn't help but want to distance herself from this aunt, the person in front of her spoke, which made Qingyang almost rush to the street in front of everyone regardless of her image.

"Alian, your daughter has good qualifications, would you like to lend me a model?"

Na, Nani? !

The model... is it a fashion magazine model or a legendary hanger?

Qingyang helped her mother to stand up again, imaginatively imagining how she would pose in front of the camera in all kinds of beautiful clothes.

But in fact, Qingyang, she thinks too much.

I saw an inexplicable light flashing on the thick lenses of the strange lady. She raised her glasses and said, "Petite and exquisite, with a slender frame, it is very suitable for the work of body art."

Damn auntie, don't be funny!

Qingyang suddenly felt that her face was twitching and she couldn't help herself. It turned out that she was not looking at potential stocks just now, but was stripping her naked with those eyes behind the glasses.

Thinking of being scrutinized for a long time as if she had no clothes on, Qingyang's hairs stood on end.

She resisted the coldness, gave the two elders a reason of 'I'm sorry, I'm anxious', raised her feet and rushed away.

"Ah, Alian, your daughter is very cute." Akiko Matsuo, who could barely see clearly through the lens, felt particularly interesting when she recalled the emotions that the little girl showed to the outside.

Lian, who received her marriage certificate two days ago and has changed her surname to Niwa, sighed helplessly: "Akiko, you scared her."

This Akiko...

Niwa Ren thought that after so many years of not seeing each other, her personality would change no matter what, but who knew it would get worse and even scare away her precious daughter.

……

She doesn't want to play soy sauce among those elders anymore...

Qingyang, who trot to the door, looked back at Ren Niwa and Yuuki Niwa who were still circling in the circle of friends, and patted her chest with lingering fear.

If she was given the choice of following her mother to meet unfamiliar elders or talking casually under the strong aura of Atobe, she still thought the latter would be more acceptable to her.At least Mr. Atobe is extremely gorgeous, without colored glasses~

Thinking about it this way, Qingyang felt that Mr. Atobe's image was so tall.

then……

"What is this!?" Uncle Atobe had three black lines hanging on his head. He stared at the tan biscuits on the plate that didn't look very aesthetically pleasing, and then gave Qingyang a hard look, the meaning of which was self-evident , You actually gave this uncle to eat this kind of thing!

Qingyang didn't care about Atobu's opinion, she reached for the cookies on the plate without any pretentiousness, and said with a bright smile: "Sama Atobe, don't you like chocolate cookies?"

As soon as the words finished, Qingyang looked a little dazed. The words sounded familiar, as if someone had asked her this a few days ago.

She took a bite of the cookie and automatically brought her memories back to that noon...

The girl's sad eyes fell on the pink bento box with the bear sticker, and she squeezed a small tan biscuit so hard that she almost crushed it.

The young man was still eating the bento that should belong to her, with a happy expression on his face, not like eating an ordinary home-cooked meal, but eating some delicious meal.

A few minutes later, the boy safely returned the empty bento box to the girl, and looked at the biscuit in her hand blankly: "Duanmu, don't you like chocolate chip cookies?"

Thinking of where these words came from, Qingyang became silent, and now she actually returned what Cilang said to his minister, not to mention how delicate this feeling is.

Qingyang's mood at this time is very complicated.

Staring at the remaining half of the biscuit, Qingyang turned the complexity into appetite, and stuffed the half of the biscuit into his mouth, puffing his cheeks like a puffer fish.

Standing next to her, Atobe looked at Qingyang with contempt, he didn't even want to touch the cookies.

"Duanmu, you are not gorgeous! Huh?"

"Uh..." Qingyang stared blankly at Atobe with a biscuit in his mouth, and found that the other party was still unwilling to eat the cookie that he considered common people's food. Going back: "It's delicious, don't you want to try it, SAMA Atobe?"

Atobe forcibly suppressed the protruding veins on her forehead, what kind of eyes did she have, as if the uncle had no idea what a cookie tasted like!

He just didn't want to 'collab' with Duanmu Qingyang in front of everyone.

Reluctantly, Atobe picked a shape that still caught the eye on the plate, and bit half of it with disgust on his face. After a while, his expression became even more disgusted: "Huh! It's too sweet!"

Qingyang said 'huh' in disbelief, she stuffed the whole cookie into her mouth this time, and proved to Atobe with a slurred speech: "No, it's SAMA Atobe, your sense of taste is abnormal, right? ?”

"..."

The above is the entire conversation of these two boys and girls who somehow got together.In this regard, they both said that they were not speculative with each other.

******

Qingyang moved her stiff body. If she was not afraid that her mother would not find her later, she would definitely go out and walk around. Just standing here and watching people come and go is boring.

But... Qingyang looked at the couple who were still receiving blessings from friends and colleagues. She still deeply believed that even if she disappeared now, no one would find out.

Then he glanced at Atobe, who was reluctant to come here, and made an invitation very understandingly, not only to relieve him who wanted to leave but not to be rude to others, but also to find a reason for himself.

"Atobe SAMA, are you interested in going shopping?"

Atobe was a little dazed for a moment, he raised his eyebrows, as if to say, "My uncle is listening to your explanation." '

Qingyang smiled embarrassingly, her eyes wandered, and she changed her words with a guilty conscience: "It's okay if you don't go shopping, where does SAMA Atobe want to go?"

Atobe understood this time, this guy originally wanted to find an excuse to leave, and her plan coincided with the uncle's.

So Atobe finally curled up the corners of his mouth happily, and replied with a smile: "Can it be anywhere?"

"Of course!" The girl nodded impatiently.

"Then follow up." The young man ordered arrogantly.

"Eh? Hi!"

******

A street tennis court about three and 10 minutes away from the wedding venue:

There was a regular sound of 'bang bang' on the court as the sun was setting. The tennis balls were constantly shuttled back and forth between the central net. Between the brows, the expression is confident and arrogant.

"Your tennis ball is full of holes!"

He saw through the opponent's tennis ball and found his flaws that he couldn't hide no matter what. The young man raised his hand and hit the tennis ball that was coming straight at him back, hitting the opponent's baseline behind him. The little yellow ball Flew off the court after a quick spin on the ground.

After finishing off a third-rate golfer without any effort, the boy put the tennis racket on the ground, and the ups and downs of his magnetic voice are so piercing and hateful to Qingyang's ears.

"Duanmu, what are you doing standing there? Picking up the ball!"

Qingyang gritted her teeth angrily, she couldn't figure out why the two of them would play tennis on the street tennis court after leaving the venue.

Well, only Mr. Atobe plays tennis, and she is sadly reduced to the exclusive caddy of Atobe, only responsible for picking up the tennis balls that fly out of the court.

Atobe, she thought, might be the only one who would do such a thing as playing on a street tennis court in a white shirt and suit pants.

"Ang, I got it, let's go now." Qingyang dragged her short legs and resigned herself to picking up the tennis ball that fell in the grass outside the court.