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The matter of the photo was revealed, and Qiao Yin took Zong Jin to introduce other places in the study, such as the big bookshelf behind him that he was most proud of, which occupied almost the entire wall and was filled with colorful books.

Zong Jin took a closer look, in addition to various novels and comics, there are also various professional books on painting, as well as auxiliary books, such as introductions to clothing or accessories of various dynasties and generations.

He had a rough idea in his mind. Ever since he realized that Shuang Kuai decided to participate in offline activities, and he didn't go out this week, Qiao Yin's job should be very free, such as cartoonist or illustrator, otherwise amateurs would not buy it. Multi-professional book.

"Are you painting at home this week?" He asked casually.

After listening to it, he replied very sincerely: "Well, painting is my job, and this hand-painted board is what I eat."

He pointed to the black square board placed on the desk in front of the two computer monitors, and then pointed to the monitor: "Sometimes when work is in a hurry, I will turn on two computers and draw while watching your live broadcast. "

"What do you paint? I'll go back and look for it. I must firmly support the family business." Zong Jin joked.

Qiao Yin felt guilty, how could he dare to let him know what kind of dirty content he was drawing, and prevaricated: "I didn't draw anything. In fact, my drawing is not very good. You should not read it!"

Zong Jin took his guilty conscience as embarrassment, thinking that he was really just an unknown little painter with no masterpieces, so he was embarrassed to tell him.

He didn't show it on his face, and changed the subject and asked, "Have you ever painted for me?"

Qiao Yin thought to himself, there are too many drawings for you, but the shameful content may not be able to meet the right owner.

But if you just say that you haven't painted it, it's not like what a senior fan should do. Which fan doesn't try his best to send his heart to the person he likes?If he hadn't drawn it, he would probably be considered a fake fan, right?

A flash of light flashed in his head while he was struggling, and Qiao Yin said with a smile: "I have drawn it before. Didn't I just draw one when I participated in the shirt giving event? It was also drawn and won a prize, so now I have two shirts. "

When talking about the two items, she was still a little proud, her eyes were full of sly light, as if she had taken advantage of something huge.

Zong Jin didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Two are enough?"

He didn't ask about painting anymore, he just followed the words and successfully shifted the topic to clothes. It's not that he knew that Qiao Yin didn't want to talk, but he felt that the two had just been together, and there was plenty of time for many things to slowly permeate and understand. If you ask too many questions, it is very clear, just like checking your household registration, which will make people feel bad.

The mistake made Qiao Yin breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that he was really attracted by this topic: "Now everyone is mine, and I can have as many as I want!"

"Small mouth is pretty sweet too!" Zong Jin pinched his face.

Qiao Yin looked at him aggrievedly: "Why do you always like to pinch my face?"

Zong Jin let go of his hand when he heard the words, but the two fingers that had pinched him gently rubbed each other, without any embarrassment, and said bluntly: "It feels good, I want to pinch."

Qiao Yin: "..."

After visiting the small apartment, the two went back to the living room and sat down. They ate fruit and turned on the TV. There was no drama that they were interested in, so they found a variety show that was broadcasting. It was not nutritious, but the content was light and the content was good. .

The two were chatting and laughing, and the atmosphere of getting along was quite good and relaxed, without any discomfort at all. After ten o'clock, Zong Jin proposed to leave.

Qiao Yin really wanted to keep him, but he also knew that it was inappropriate. They had just been together, and the time was too short. If they were so casual, they would easily give each other a frivolous image.

Now hello, I'm good, I definitely think it's nothing, but I'm afraid that one day there will be a rift between each other, and it will be embarrassing at that time.

Although he is already with Zong Jin now, no one can say how far he can go smoothly when it comes to relationships, especially the relationship at the beginning, it will take a lot of time to manage and adapt, and it will be natural for them to get along well Dreams come true, if you don't get along well, no matter how regrettable you are, you can only end well.

Right now, he just needs to get along with Zong Jin and get to know him better, and when the love gets deep, everything will come to fruition.

I think Zong Jin also meant the same thing, and he proposed to leave very simply, without any intention of retreating as an advance, and he really left when he said he would leave.

Qiao Yin insisted on sending him downstairs, the corridor was still as quiet as when Tathagata came, only the footsteps of the two people sounded one after the other, and the shadows overlapped together, he asked: "Are you free tomorrow, I would like to treat you to dinner instead .”

"Okay, I'll pick you up at noon." Zong Jin should be straightforward. He has just confirmed the relationship, even if he has been single for 20 years, he also understands this truth. It is normal to make more contact and meet and communicate, so as not to appear unreasonable and hurt the enthusiasm of the other party .

Qiao Yin was very happy, and stood in the night wind to see him away, and then he couldn't restrain the upward curve of his mouth, and slowly went upstairs.

After climbing a few steps, he couldn't help but take out his cell phone in his pocket: Send me a message when you get home.

The next day, Qiao Yin was woken up by the movement of the mobile phone, not a phone call or an alarm clock, but a WeChat video call invitation, the sound of ding ding dong dong.

He was so excited last night that he didn't fall asleep until midnight. When the phone rang, he was disturbed enough to wake up, but his thoughts were still in a daze. He raised his eyelids and sat up reluctantly, squinting to see the dazzling Screen.

Seeing Zong Jin's name displayed on it, not Qiao's mother, he relaxed his mind, grabbed the phone, tapped the green button and put it to his ear, then lay back on the bed and continued to close his eyes.

In fact, he didn't know whether it was a call, or a voice or even a video. Anyway, he knew it wasn't Qiao's mother, and he didn't feel guilty when facing Qiao's mother.

Zong Jin watched the video and was connected. Before he could say hello, he saw the screen spinning for a while, and then he couldn't see anything clearly. He was about to ask if something went wrong when he heard Qiao Yin's voice .

Soft and glutinous, as usual, similar but not exactly the same, listening to his ears, my heart softened for half a point, as if I could still feel the trembling end of the sound dragging out small waves.

"Qiao Qiao, haven't you woke up yet?" Zong Jin felt his throat dry, and took a sip from his water glass.

Qiao Yin turned over: "Well~"

Zong Jin took a deep breath: "Then go to sleep, I'll call you later."

It is rare for Zong Jin to take the initiative to contact him, and he will hang up before he has said a few words. Even if Qiao Yin is still in a daze, he knows subconsciously rejecting him. He tried to sit up again, opened his eyes to wake himself up: " No, I got up, what's wrong?"

A muffled chuckle came from next to my ear: "I sent you a video invitation, can you give me a picture first?"

"Ah?" Qiao Yin reacted in a daze, and quickly took the phone from his ear to take a look. Sure enough, Zong Jin's handsome smiling face appeared on the screen, and he scratched his head in embarrassment and giggled.

I still said it in my mouth, but it turned out to be a joke.

Fortunately, Zong Jin rarely didn't tease him, and said with a smile: "This is a special wake-up service for family members, live video calls, and you can watch whatever you want. In the future, you don't have to worry about posting selfies."

He was sitting at the dining table eating. The mobile phone should be supported by a stand. The screen just happened to be above the table, and he could see hamburgers and milk on the table.

"Is it troublesome to take a selfie?" Qiao Yin blushed because of excitement. The feeling of video chatting and posting photos is very different. It is obviously closer and more intuitive, but it is beautiful and sweet, which makes people feel a little shy.

He was suddenly glad that Zong Jin couldn't really see the blush on his face through the screen. He cleared his throat and asked, "Why did you get up so early?"

"It's you who got up late." Zong Jin exposed him unceremoniously. The hair of the person who just got up on the screen was messy, as if suddenly turned into curly hair, with sleepy eyes but struggling, so cute, "Also, Taking selfies is really troublesome because I'm not very good at it."

"I went to bed late yesterday." Qiao Yin chuckled, "And you are obviously good at taking selfies, don't hide it! The ones you sent me are all very attractive, okay..."

When talking about seductive, thinking of his own reaction, his blushing voice gradually faded.

"Is there?" Zong Jin raised his eyebrows.

Seeing the teasing in his eyes, Qiao Yin knew that talking nonsense with a thick-skinned person would not win, and he was too lazy to talk to him again: "Thank you very much for Mr. Zong's special service, then I'll get up, you can have breakfast first, wait Let's talk later."

"Well, remember to have breakfast, I ordered a takeaway for you." Zong Jin gestured to the things on the table, "I will pick you up later, wait for me at home obediently and don't run around."

"I'm not a child anymore, what you said is weird..." Qiao Yin muttered, but in fact, the joy in his heart had already blossomed.

It's fascinating to be treated like a child by someone you like, saying that he is well-behaved, tolerant of his little willfulness, hypocrisy and occasional coquettishness.

"Huh?" Zong Jin didn't hear what he said clearly.

Qiao Yin shook his head, smiled and said, "It's nothing, I'll wait for you at home."

The author has something to say:

I went crazy reading novels these two days... Then I forgot the code word 233

And no one told me that I couldn’t read Chapter 21 before, and you guys are too casual...