Old Cadre Kou didn't notice his little thoughts and was still racking his brains to try to please his wife. [What are you going to do today?]

Qin Ershao was stunned for a moment and immediately remembered what his brother said to him yesterday.

——Since there is a common topic, we have to stick to this.

He pursed his lips, his shirt board was straight and straight, and he had a pure masculine look, but the words he typed were unambiguous: [Listen to lipstick.]

It can be said that I have worked very hard on a common topic.

Kou Qiu was stunned and had to bite the bullet and follow the topic: [That's a coincidence, I'm also going to see if there are any new lipsticks today—]

A ghost!

He is a serious man with no special habits, so why should he go out and pick lipstick on such a sunny day?

But, the conversation that makes people feel stomach-wrenching continues. While Qin Ershao was flipping through the online mall to find new products, he pretended to be very familiar with it: [I fell in love with the maple leaf red of Qingmeng series.]

[What a coincidence,] Old Cadre Kou said hypocritically, and quickly opened the online shopping mall and glanced at it, [Me too!]

He paused, trying to fit the girl's psychology, and compared the comments to praise the product in all aspects. [I think its shell is very well packaged and the color is also beautiful, so it must look good on the mouth!]

Second Young Master Qin also racked his brains and made another sentence.

【Moisturization is good.】

Kou Qiu quickly made false agreement: [Yes, it’s so moisturizing!]

【From the film on the mouth.】

【Yes, yes, film formation....Hey, film formation?】

【...】The system feels a bit painful to listen to.

[Ba,] It said sympathetically, [Your sacrifice is so great.]

This is not a big deal of one point, it is clearly a big deal of tens of millions of dollars.

Kou Qiuyou breathed out and said: [It's okay, this is all good.]

For love.

What is sacrificing this little bit?

Two people who read the comments said and said, whispering to the topic for ten minutes. They were clearly an outsider who knew nothing about it and couldn't even tell the color. But they seemed to have been dealing with lipstick for ten lifetimes and used many roots. Until those comments were almost picked and selected, Qin Ershao felt that he had already discovered enough of his common topic, so he changed to the next one with satisfaction.

【Live broadcast today?】

【Well,】Kou Qiu said,【Old time.】

Qin Yu thought about it carefully for a while and slowly beat it: [You wear it—]

It was a bit shameful to talk about this topic in front of his wife. Kou Qiu's face turned red and he was restless, and he said vaguely: [Just shirt.]

Qin Yu didn't understand the meaning of hiding behind the word "shirt", but he thought it was an ordinary shirt, so he immediately stood up and opened the wardrobe. His cabinet was full of all kinds of clothes, mostly purchased by Qin Dao for him. Qin Ershao, who had never worried about what he wanted to wear, stood in front of the cabinet, and his ears suddenly turned red.

【color?】

Kou Qiu didn't understand why, so he replied: [White.]

Qin Er Shao was then red and pulled out a pure white one from the closet. He quickly took off what he was originally wearing, put the white shirt on, then held up his phone again, and opened the next common topic: [Me too.]

......

But it was not until the live broadcast that Qin Ershao knew what was separated from his white shirt and Kou Qiu's white shirt.

What I have to say is probably the Mariana Trench.

The clothes were a little wide, and the young man in front of the camera obviously felt a little uncomfortable. He repeatedly pulled the collar that was almost loose on his shoulders with his hands. His collarbone was very clear, his neck was thin and slender, as if it was still stained with dew. He had just pulled the willow buds, and the original owner's excellent care of his two arms were like nephrite, and he timidly pulled the collar, and even the cuffs were wide and big, which could be folded several times.

You can even glimpse the flesh inside through the thin fabric.

The fans I saw were almost overwhelmed at that moment, and all kinds of remarks were everywhere, but Qin Yu just sat in front of the desk in a daze, his eyes never blinked, and he stared at the people there in a daze, and even forgot to throw gifts that he had always thrown up without saying a word.

It is clearly on the screen, the head is only so small and the upper body is only so small.

But why, he felt his heart suddenly full?

As Qin Ershen looked at it, his ears became even redder. After looking at it for a while, even his neck became red.

He grabbed his cell phone and entered the home theater, but he didn't come out for the whole night.

The next day, the old nanny accidentally found the underwear that her second young master washed by himself on the clothesline.

She was very frightened. At such an old age, she almost jumped to knock on Qin Yu's door: "Second Young Master, Second Young Master?"

After knocking for a long time, a familiar head was poked out. Qin Yu was still as gloomy as ever. When he saw her, his eyes quickly lowered, shrank towards the side of the door, pursed his lips, and did not speak.

The old nanny's expression seemed to have seen the ninth miracle of the world.

"Second Young Master-" she stammered, "You, have you washed your clothes?"

It sounds ridiculous, but Qin Yu has never washed his clothes once. His ability to take care of himself can barely be maintained at the stage of not committing suicide, but he only stays here. There is basically one underwear washing machine, washing machine, and shoe washing machine in the house that is specially provided for this young master.

Over the years, the old nanny hasn't even seen him take the initiative to touch the water. As he talks, tears in his eyes, full of relief, "The Second Young Master is really grown up..."

Qin Ershao didn't say anything, but quietly pinched the phone in his hand tighter. He raised his eyes, looked at the nanny, and tried to close the door.

The meaning of this was already very obvious. The old nanny immediately took a step back and left the space alone for him.

But she still couldn't stop being happy.

Second Young Master is good at washing clothes!

When Qin Dao returned home, she immediately reported the good news to the eldest son. As Brother Qin listened, his brows frowned, and he used his man's instinct to detect something was wrong.

Why is it so coincidental that his baby brother had only learned from him not long ago. After a few days, he learned to wash his own clothes?

Master Qin felt that the focus of this matter was not on washing, but on what was washing.

“Which clothes?”

The nanny then led him and the two went to the balcony to visit the pure black underwear.

Young Master Qin was silent for a while and had a guess in his heart.

He knocked on his brother's door that night and said earnestly: "Ayu, do you feel the lower part of your lower abdomen getting hot?"

The young man looked at him with a daze and opened his mouth slightly.

"That's right," Qin Da Shao struggled to squeeze himself into the crack of the door that his brother opened. He didn't dare to sit really, but just stood up, holding the preschool education book with a passionate voice and emotion to teach his baby brother physiological health class. "I haven't told you before, but look, this long, tail-dragged cell and that round, egg-like cell, must be integrated into it through some harmonious and friendly movements--"

"mating."

Qin Ershen calmly interrupted his brother's words.

“Yes, they—hey??”

Brother Qin was stunned. After a while of silence, he glared at him, "Who taught you?"

Take his brother badly!

Qin Ershen looked at him as if he was looking at a fool.

"Brother, I'm going to school."

Although he hasn't, it doesn't mean he doesn't know.

Young Master Qin remained silent.

“…”

Right.

He took his early childhood education book and walked in from the door in a daze, feeling that he had lost the meaning of being a brother.

When did his younger brother grow up?

The room became quiet again, and Qin Yu sat at the desk again. He blushed and couldn't help but poke the video replay of yesterday, slowly watching the pictures that had already been familiar with each other again.

The more I look, the more blushed I blushed.

The more I looked, the more I rolled into the depths of the quilt. Sweat oozed out, and he seemed to be lying in the soft clouds.

How did you do it...

He reviewed the teaching video he found yesterday and rained for himself unfamiliarly, but when it was falling, his mind was still full of the young man sitting in front of the camera wearing a white shirt.

It must be a balloon spirit.

Otherwise, how could he breathe a sigh of relief? He would have risen so quickly?

It rained for a while, and the balloon exploded completely.

The water filled inside sprinkled Qin Ershao himself.

Qin Ershao lay down to the corner of the wall, leaving a space on his right, as if someone was lying on it. His hands rubbed the sheet and suddenly called out softly.

"Yangyang..."

He kind of wanted to play balloons with the other party.

At the same time, another person stopped on the street. She turned her head and looked at the flashing nightclub sign. She suddenly gritted her teeth, as if she had made up her mind and walked up the steps step by step.

The people inside had been waiting for her for a long time. When they saw her coming in, they raised their eyes, "Why are they so slow?"
To be continued...