Ordinary but not simple

Zhang Yunshan's mother didn't know how to restrain herself, "I need it," and cast a warm look at the other party implyingly.

"Just like Aunt Que?" Yu changed a pair of chopsticks and bowls for his father, "There are so many styles, so gorgeous?"

At this time, Quewei was wearing a red gradient dress that dragged the floor, holding a pipe in one hand, fanning a fan in the other, and wearing herringbone clogs. He took a step and twisted his waist, "Who is calling me?" He came behind them, Deliberately stepping forward, he propped up the side of the long skirt, "Oh, the young master is here, oh, Han Yu, you really are, don't tell me in advance when you come to play in the store by yourself, and don't tell me when the children come, are you Do you want me to go to the cold spring again to get drinks?" He winked at the counter staff implyingly, and told them to serve drinks, "He has no conscience." Then he looked at his old friend, "I'm so hot." Go around to one of them Empty stool.

Han dragged off her coat for her.

"Han..." Quewei likes obedient children and wants to give him a hug.

Han skillfully avoided her, "Aunt Que, please don't touch me."

"Han, you are so cute," he refused to touch, so Que Wei went to ask his old friend for advice, "Han Yu, come to my room tonight to drink and chat with Han," hinting ambiguously, "It's so cute."

"He's a child, he can't drink much," Han Yu didn't intend to sacrifice his child to please her.

"I'm free," Yu challenged vigorously, "I'll drink with Aunt Que."

"Yu, he was joking." Han Yu held down his eldest son's restless hand, "How can he drink?"

Quewei knew that his friend had a strong desire to protect, "It is because of you that the two children are so delicate."

"Dad," Yu wanted to say something more, but his father pressed his mouth with his palm, "um..."

"I don't want to see you talking about me," Quewei saw someone bringing drinks from the counter, "ask for a drink and go directly to the counter," got up, hinted at his youngest son, touched his shoulder, and took it away own coat.

"Thank you," Han Yu said still politely, watching the drinks put on the table.

Seeing the woman, Zhang Yunshan's mother threw her coat to a female shop assistant who followed her, "Is it hot?" She went upstairs in a backless skirt with her waist twisted.

"Grandma, eat," Zhang Chen told her not to speak.

After she left, Han Yu adjusted the sitting posture of his eldest son, "Yu, I'll do it myself." Picking up the chopsticks.

"Is he free?" Feather pinnacles were still not showing off enough in his father's bowl, and he pressed his fingers irregularly, "I will serve you when I am free. How can I wait for you when I am free? waiting for you."

Han has been eating quietly.

Han Yu laughed dryly.

Zhang Chen Yihui's forehead was sweating.

Zhang Yunshan and Zhang Yunshan's mother were more nervous, and they didn't understand, so they ate food.

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Two months later, it seemed that the coming out incident was over, but in fact, the social moral pressure was even more serious than before. Men, women and men who want to come out, or plan to come out, are strangled at the bottom of society, just like the social atmosphere in the Middle Ages, and marrying the opposite sex can cure different orientations.

"It's ridiculous," Song Qinuo finished previewing today's news on his mobile phone, "Is it still open to the society? Rubbish."

"Qi Nuo!" Song Qinuo's classmate saw him leaving alone, "Today, are you going back by yourself?" No one came to pick him up, "Where's your brother?"

"Want to get to know my brother?" Song Qinuo looked at her with a look of yearning, "Yes." This girl has eyes, "but he has a girlfriend, and the relationship is very good. Without him, he can't do it."

"I didn't say anything, did I?" Song Qinuo's friend saw that he was so guarded, "My target is you, so I want to know your family."

"Me? Don't even think about it," Song Qinuo thought that with his sissy appearance, there would be nothing wrong with girls, "I'm already living with the person I like."

"Who is it?" Song Qinuo's classmates had never heard of any girl he got close to.

"Guess," Song Qinuo pursed his lips and smiled, without giving her an accurate answer, "I'm in a hurry," and got on the bus.

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After Huang Zhongze graduated ahead of schedule, he applied for a job as an intern in Zhongming's company. Of course, Song Qinuo was responsible for introducing Huang Zhongze to Zhongming's company. Huang Zhongze knew about things like inviting him to dinner, but Song Qinuo didn't give Huang Zhongze a chance. , because Song Qinuo was about to leave the campus and went directly to his parents' school to apply for the position of a university teacher.

"I know, I've already packaged the template you want and sent it to you. You know the secret," Huang Zhongze said with a wave of proficient operation skills, "Can I talk about this matter when I come back after lunch? Thank you," stepping out gracefully In the office, I happened to take the elevator with the boss, "Brother Zhong," a typical eight-teeth basking in the sun. "Will you come to my house for dinner tonight? I have a good plan and need your valuable advice."

Zhongming smiled and said, "Bribe me in public, but people will plot against you." He leaned towards him and asked in a low voice, "Can I bring my family?"

"It's okay to bring brother Zhong Zhilang with you," Huang Zhongze beamed with joy, "Xiao Nuo is a frequent visitor to our house, so I won't criticize by name."

"I always treat your house as my own, right?" Zhong Ming loves Song Qinuo as much as he takes care of him, "Hahaha, not only is he not happy to ask him to come to work in my company, but he has to compete with his father for a school." To be a teacher, isn’t this arousing hatred?” I don’t understand what kind of materials are pretending in the genius’s head, and he is weird, “You too, isn’t it good to come to the planning team? Why do you have to go to the design department?”

Huang Zhongze lowered his head and smiled.

Zhongming suddenly thought of a point, "Don't you want to become bald so early?"

"I'll ask Zhang Chen later," he didn't mention it, Huang Zhongze really didn't think about it.

Zhong Ming regarded him as his second younger brother, and hugged him intimately, "Think about it."

Huang Zhongze looked at him.

"Really think about it," Zhong Ming said optimistically.

"Let's talk about it when the time comes," Huang Zhongze saw the elevator door ding and open, "See you tonight, brother Zhong." He took out the car keys from his pocket, shaking happily.

"Stinky boy," no matter how cunning he is, Zhongming still likes him.

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When Song Qinuo got off the bus, he happened to be in sync with Li Yun who came back by bicycle. Li Yun asked Song Qinuo to get on the bus, and Song Qinuo naturally got on the bus and rode home with him.

Liao Xiaojiang was very happy to see the two children back. Li Yun is a reserved and obedient child. After putting away his things, he went to the kitchen to cook with Liao Xiaojiang.Song Qinuo and Song Wenxi sat on the sofa in the living room.

"Dad, if I look more and more like you, how perfect will I be?" Song Qinuo put his arms around his father's shoulders, "When the time comes, so many people will chase after me, tell me, should I be single-minded or playful? ?” After talking so much, he didn’t say a word, and kept laughing, “Dad, what do you mean by that?” Say something.

"You said so many compliments on me," Song Wenxi thought about the meaning of his words, "Do you have something to ask of me?"

"What can I ask you for?" Song Qinuo chuckled lightly.

"You are already 16 years old, and you are old enough to take the driver's license test," Song Wenxi thought, thinking that this child had nowhere to go except home and school.

"Testing for a driver's license?" Song Qinuo frowned unhappily.

"Yes, when you and Li Yun are free during the summer vacation, we will go to the driver's license test together. When the time comes, I will buy a car for Li Yun and let him drive to pick you up, so you don't have to drive my car." Song Wenxi said to herself plan told him.

"Why did you buy a car for Li Yun?" Song Qinuo felt that his father was partial.

"I'll buy it for you, I don't worry," Song Wenxi thought about being relatively stable. Her eldest son is not as good as her younger son, but the older son is obedient and never causes trouble.

"It's fine," Song Qinuo withdrew his arms around his arm, and lay down on the sofa. "Buying it for Li Yun means the same thing as buying it for me." There's nothing to worry about.

"Oh, it seems that you two have a good relationship." Song Wenxi saw that the two of them were still the same without much change, "Where has it developed?"

"What do you think?" Song Qinuo looked sideways at him.

Song Wenxi seemed to understand something, but she didn't know where to turn her eyes.