[Net King] Uncle, you are arrogant!

After a week that made Qingyang heartbroken, at the weekend, the girl can finally put down the burden and sorrow on her body and recuperate at home.

There is no surprise roll call by the teacher in charge, no natural orders and orders from Mr. Atobe, and no seeing the girls in the same class secretly sewing puppets during class time. As expected, being at home is the happiest place.Qingyang rolled over in large characters on the soft bed.

The quilt was freshly washed, and it still smelled of sunshine. Qingyang narrowed her eyes like a lazy kitten and took a deep breath comfortably.

The light outside the house was so bright that it was dazzling, she closed her eyes to block the disturbing glare, and her mind began to become chaotic, and gradually, drowsiness came again...

"bell--"

Every weekend, when she wants to go back to sleep without any burden when no one is around, there will always be people who don't know how to disturb her good sleep.

Not wanting to pay attention to the noise from the phone downstairs, she reached out and pulled the pillow over her face, even covering her ears.Let's fight, just pretend that she is not at home, no one will look for her anyway.

After telling herself this, the phone downstairs stopped ringing, and Qingyang was about to enter her daydream again in a trance.

"Bell—bell—"

But when the landline at home rang again, making her unable to sleep at all, the lazy Qingyang had to obediently get up from the bed and go downstairs to answer the phone.

Maybe Uncle Yuki forgot to bring important materials, or her mother called and asked her not to patronize the Internet to read novels, remember to eat lunch, and not to ignore food.More likely, someone else made a mistake.

"Moshi Moshi, this is Niwa's house, who are you looking for?" She didn't feel bad about getting up, but she was still a little upset because she couldn't wake up. The microphone stopped, and the voice had a strong nasal voice and a girl's unique squeamishness.

The person on the other end of the phone was taken aback when he heard the voice that was still in his sleep, and then the corners of his mouth curled up with interest, showing an 'interesting' look on his beautiful face that could not see the traces of time.

Qingyang didn't get a reply from the people inside. She stared at the microphone for a while, pursed her lips calmly, and said, "I knew it was a wrong number. How could someone call at this time."

"Puchi..." The man couldn't help but burst out laughing. This child was really as stupid as A-Lian said, but he was so stupid that people wanted to love him from the bottom of his heart. She also decided not to tease this girl anymore. Yes, what if I finally get through the call and get hung up again.

Restraining the smile on her lips, before Qingyang was about to hang up, she said, "Qingyang, it's me."

Qingyang was about to put the microphone back, so she treated this call as a wrong number, but she dismissed the idea when she heard a familiar voice from inside.

After hesitating for a while, he called out the identity of the caller uncertainly: "... Aunt Atobe?"

Satisfied with the fact that Qingyang was able to recognize her voice quickly, Maki Atobe's gloomy mood caused by various things over the past few days has eased a little.

Qingyang tilted her head in confusion, she didn't expect it to be Auntie Atobe's call, what's the matter?

Then I thought that Aunt Atobe and her mother are now almost girlfriends and have nothing to talk about, so to a large extent she came to find her mother.

It's a pity, Aunt Atobe, the time for you to find someone is wrong.

So the girl held the microphone with both hands, and said to Maki Atobe very honestly and seriously: "I'm sorry Aunt Atobe, mom is working overtime today and is not at home."

Maki Atobe, who was sunbathing in the garden of the Atobe family, lightly raised one eyelid, and a stream of light flashed through her purple-gray eyes. Her slightly opened eyes glanced at the boy who was somewhat similar to her standing at the entrance of the garden, and the corner of her mouth The arc is getting bigger and bigger.

"Today, I'm not looking for A-Lian." She waved and greeted the young man with a smile on her face. Seeing that the young man turned his head arrogantly as if he hadn't seen him, she didn't get angry and then finished the second sentence: "I'm here to find you , sunny."

"Huh? Looking for me?" Aunt Atobe, why are you looking for her?Want to chat with her?

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Until she hung up the phone, Qingyang still hadn't changed her mind, but no matter what, it was right for her to change clothes first!

Looking at the pink bear pajamas on her body, Qingyang suddenly jumped up from the sofa and ran upstairs to start rummaging through her closet.

While Haruhi was looking for clothes to wear when going out, we first shifted the camera to the Atobe family.

"Ah huh? Why is it me!" Atobe was still as arrogant as before, ignoring the flattery of his not gorgeous mother who asked for help, skipping her and sitting on a chair in the garden, Then he reached out and snapped his fingers in the air.The butler of the Atobe family walked into the garden with a tray in his well-trained hand, and respectfully put the freshly squeezed juice on the table.

After finishing his work, he bowed again and retreated, leaving only the mother and son in the garden again.

Atobe Maki did not know where to take out a folding fan, as if the weather was very hot and fanned the wind: "King Wu, look at the sun outside, your mother and I can't expose too much ultraviolet light, it will hurt the skin. "

It sounds like it's already midsummer!Uncle Atobe twitched the corner of his mouth.

Knowing his mother's lies, Master Atobe didn't want to argue with her today, so he quickly agreed to go to Niwa's house to pick up the girl his mother loved so much.

Perhaps, in his heart, there is also a trace of expectation.It's just that this expectation is so weak that he will almost ignore the past.

When he received Qingyang, the strange and strange emotion that had just stayed in his heart disappeared without a trace, leaving no trace at all.

"I'm sorry to trouble SAMA Atobe." Qingyang was surprised. On the phone of Maki Atobe, she only said that she wanted to invite her to visit Maki Atobe's house. In order not to refute the face of her elders, she agreed with Maki Atobe The car in the words was picked up by the car, but she didn't know that Mr. Atobe would come to the door in person, so she was a little flattered.

Uncle Atobe is too expensive, and the girl is too poor, so she can't afford it!

Very disdainful of Qingyang's stupid look, Atobu showed the face of the second generation ancestor again, and stared at her fiercely: "Put away your not gorgeous expression."

In this way... Qingyang feels that he can't afford a diamond-level driver like Master Suibu...

"Hey, SAMA Atobe, I have a very silly question and I don't know if I should ask it." Sitting in the passenger seat and looking around at the interior structure of this expensive car, Qingyang looked serious.

Atobe didn't buy her account, and responded with a very magnetic voice full of aura: "Huh?"

A serious face really didn't suit her, and it only lasted a few seconds before revealing her secrets. She scratched her hair to organize her words, and reminded her very kindly: "Well...do you have a driver's license? You will be fined for driving without a license. ~"

"..." At this time, Uncle Atobe suddenly wanted to disregard the gorgeous aesthetics and swear.

Grinding his teeth with a half-smile, Atobe now has the urge to smash the head of the person next to him to see if it is full of water.

"If you don't believe me, you can drive it yourself." He got his driver's license last year, and there is nothing the Atobe family can't do.What's more, not only driving, the uncle has also driven a plane.

"Ah? I only raced cars in the game. My level is very low. SAMA Atobe, you have to think about your own safety~" Qingyang disapproved, as if Master Atobe's 'suggestion' was a heinous crime.I don't even think about who led the direction of this topic.

Atobe held his breath in his chest for a long time, and he couldn't get up or down for a long time. In the end, he tried his best not to hit her on the head. Comparing with Duanmu Qingyang, an idiot, was pure masochism!

"fasten your seatbelt."

"Okay~" After receiving the order from the superior, Qingyang pulled down the seat belt obediently, but she couldn't buckle it up no matter what.

Seeing Qingyang's clumsy movements, Atobe really didn't want to express anything. After being speechless for a moment, Master Atobe felt that it was very necessary to do it himself.

"Duanmu, after you buckle up your seat belt, you won't be able to go anywhere today. I don't want to watch the sunset with you!" After finishing speaking, he leaned forward and took Qingyang's hands away from the straps on both sides. Slowly buckle the seat belt.

Qingyang froze for a moment. She rarely had close contact with the opposite sex, which made her cheeks a little hot. She almost held her breath just now, for fear that her irregular heartbeat would disturb the tranquility around her.

When Atobe distanced herself from her, she slowly let go of her airway, calming down her inexplicable tension.

"Duanmu, you can go back to the primitive society." He knew almost all of her weaknesses, and Atobu was curious what kind of unknown shortcomings she would show.

Qingyang slowly pulled back Feiyuan's sanity, blinked slightly, and said something irrelevant: "SAMA Atobe, do you often use rose-flavored shower gel? It's so strong that I can hardly breathe."

After thinking about it, she still attributed her abnormal state of mind to the fact that the rose fragrance on Atobe's body was too strong, which caused her nasal congestion.

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The second time Qingyang molested him with words, black lines hit Atobu's forehead, he silently started the engine, and only after the car was driving on the road did he make up what he had been wanting to say.

"If you like it, I can send you a bottle."

"Aha?"

"My uncle's rose-scented shower gel."

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