Ming Xiu Yi hides

Qiao Qian hugged Qu Ruitian's shoulders, his pupils turned towards Zhang Chun, showing no emotion.

Even though Zhang Chun was very nervous, he could smell the solemnity in the air, as if he asked something that shouldn't be asked.

But he didn't think it shouldn't be asked, and wrinkled his nose, he thought--asking this sentence is very important!

What if the woman doesn't want to!

Respecting women is a basic etiquette, and spreading the word about living in the same room will cause women to suffer some unwarranted gossip.

While he was thinking seriously, Qu Ruitian spoke before Qiao Qian.

"Two rooms!", Qu Ruitian turned his gaze back, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his eyes bright, and with a slight smile, he looked at Lao Dong's girlfriend with little interest.

Zhang Chun looked at Qiao Qian, Qiao Qian nodded, and then turned to look at Qu Ruitian.

Old Dong's head was full of black lines, but he didn't say anything, like some kind of unspeakable tacit understanding.

Old Dong's girlfriend trembled slightly, but said nothing, but lowered her head even lower, her face turned paler, and an inexplicable emotion flashed across her delicate face.

When Qu Ruitian's girlfriend appeared, his eyes kept on her.

This old Dong's girlfriend is very outstanding, with almond eyes and peach cheeks, and a creamy skin, her name is Lin Yue, and her name fits perfectly with her temperament.

There are sweet dimples on the cheeks while smiling, and the long black hair sways in the wind, occasionally sweeping across the graceful jawline.

She has not spoken since she entered the door, she is not nervous, but has unknown timidity.

When he said two words, her expression didn't change at all, but her clenched fist loosened a little, as if something reassured him.

Maybe it was as Zhang Chun thought, Lin Yue was keeping the bottom line and didn't want to share a room with Old Dong?

Things get a little interesting...

Qu Ruitian thought for a while and looked away, smiled and waved to the people in front of him, and said, "Stop standing here, haven't you eaten yet? Go put your things away first, we can chat slowly while eating, let's go."

The group of people laughed and went back to their rooms to clean up.

Qu Ruitian and Qiao Qian went straight to the restaurant and waited——

"Is your waist tired?" Qiao Qian sat next to Qu Ruitian, lowered his head and kissed his ear, and asked him softly, but his hand was already on his waist.

Qu Ruitian blushed, met his bottomless eyes, opened and closed his lips for a long time without saying a word, and finally said helplessly, "Next time I go up and down with you, how about a first-time experience?".

Qiao Qian kneaded the back of his waist with his left hand, with moderate strength, Qu Ruitian was very comfortable.

After Qiao Qian heard his complaints, he laughed softly, the kind of smile that came out of his throat was magnetic and low, like a soft brush, gently scratching his heart.

It is unbearably itchy--

"It's so beautiful to smile baby", Qu Ruitian stretched out his hand, pressed the back of his head, and sealed the two lips that always stimulated him.

Qiao Qian opened his eyes wide open, closed his eyes, and embraced the person in his arms, deepening the kiss and stirring up the situation.

It's like owning the whole world——

later--

"... Well... Song... Qiao!", it turned out that he hadn't realized the comparison between himself and Qiao Qian in terms of strength, lung capacity MAX——low!

***

When everyone arrived at the restaurant box one after another, they could see Qu Ruitian who looked like he was wearing Chinese red lipstick at first glance.

It's so obvious that it's hard not to notice it.

Lin Cong walked over cheaply, sat on Qiao Qian's right hand, tilted his body, his eyes were full of teasing, and his tone was fluttering, "Hey, I think Captain Qiao must be full today!".

The extremely obscene expression made the old Dong next to him also interested. He leaned over sideways, his eyes wide open, and he emitted 2000 watts of brightness!

Qiao Qian didn't speak, but squinted at the two of them, with the corner of his mouth raised, took out his cell phone from the coat behind Qu Ruitian, lightly pressed a phone number, and dialed it.

Under Lin Cong and Old Dong's eyes full of curiosity, Qiao Qian leaned back on the chair leisurely, "Good evening, Auntie... well, I'm fine, Lin Cong has a cold, yes, no matter what, he doesn't take medicine, Well, you're welcome, goodbye auntie."

After typing, raised the corners of his mouth, raised the phone and shook it at Lin Cong's dull and stiff face.

The phone reflected the light from the chandelier and hit Lin Cong's face, which was very gratifying.

The next second, Lin Cong's phone rang——

Lin Cong took out his mobile phone like a walking dead, and pressed the answer button dully, with a mournful face, "Hello? Mom—listen to me! I'm not sick!".

"I didn't lie to you! Really! My captain lied to you!"

"He looks more reliable than me? How is he more reliable than me! What?"

"You can't beat your own son just because he looks more handsome than me!"

"No... Mom... I'm not sick!"

"What! A mentally ill person can tell that he is ill even if it is not written on his face!"

"I'll give you a video call to see if I'm sick!"

"...@#@&%￥..."

Old Dong shuddered and shook his head to wake himself up.Withdrawing his curiosity that he shouldn't have, he turned his head and secretly told his girlfriend about the various versions of Lin Cong's "education" by Qiao Qian over the years.

The others were laughing like crazy, and the baboon fell directly under the chair. The red coat blended perfectly with the tablecloth.

He Shu was also holding back his laughter, but—the shaking of his body betrayed him, Xue Jin put his hand to his mouth, coughed lightly, and the corners of his mouth were also curved.

Often walking by the river, how can you not get your shoes wet, let alone touch nails?

Zhang Chun couldn't help but cover his eyes, oh my god, it's so funny, Nanny Lin's eternal nemesis is probably only Team Qiao.

Qu Ruitian leaned on Qiao Qian's shoulder, looked at Lin Cong's handsome appearance through Qiao Qian's neck, and laughed out loud.

The waiter in the box—covered his mouth silently, and the uniform on his chest was heaving and falling, and the reason was beyond words.

While talking on the phone, Lin Cong glared fiercely at the group of beasts with Parkinson's syndrome. The contrast between his eyes and the cowardice in his mouth was not too obvious.

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Make a speech: There is a disease called mother thinks you are sick!