This is the first time that Qin Yu has offered an invitation on his own initiative.

The knuckles of his phone were gradually turned blue and white, but the redness at his earlobe spread along his lower neck, slowly turning red even his neck. Qin Ershen was restless and fiddled with the phone in his hand and fiddled with it. After a long time, he could not help but close his eyes suddenly when he heard the phone vibrate suddenly.

Didn't dare to watch it.

Qin Ershao took a breath in a low voice, curled up like a big mushroom, slowly lifting his eyelids a little—

The small antenna on his head stood up again.

fine.

It was not the result of disappointing him.

Yang Yang not only agreed, but even asked him: [Maybe, do you want to go to a movie together after the art exhibition?]

Qin Yu's heart couldn't help but whimper, trembling, and his neck suddenly became redder.

Yes!

That's a must!!

Little did he know that the old cadre Kou on this side was also very nervous. While he was speaking carefully, he frantically flirted with the book "One Hundred Ways to Getting With Girls", trying to be able to understand the girl's fragile and sensitive little heart. His computer page was the movie schedule in the cinema these days. Kou Qiu was very dedicated and was simply competent as a boyfriend. [What do girls like?]

The system boy thought about it and said tentatively: [......Pink? Shopping in the mall?]

Kou Qiu said: [It makes sense.]

So he picked up his pen and added a nearby women's clothing store and an internet celebrity restaurant with tender pink decorations to the date plan. He called early and made an appointment with the other party three days in advance.

Qin Yu on the other end was also very nervous. The day before the exhibition, he re-read all the procedures.

But what to wear?

Qin Ershen was very troubled and sent a text message to ask his brother for help.

【First meeting, clothes?】

My brother’s reply came soon, [Wearing she likes what you wear.]

The answer is incisive and reasonable, and it is completely worthy of Brother Qin's character as a prodigal son on earth.

Qin Ershao then thought barefoot in front of the wardrobe for a while, then slowly pulled out a black skirt from the depths of the cabinet. The skirt was a typical retro style, with a large and stylish hem, like an umbrella. He set off the skirt, which just set off the clear lines of the arms and the two butterfly bones that were slightly protruding.

Then, with a small top hat on the oblique side, it seems like I came out of European and American pictorials in the 1900s.

Qin Yu turned around in front of the mirror, feeling a little satisfied, and breathed a sigh of relief. The last time he posted a photo, he noticed that the other party seemed to like him wearing a black skirt. Since then, Qin Ershao has placed four orders online in one breath.

Fortunately, it finally came in handy now.

Qin Ershao carefully hung his skirt on the hanger and turned over to the bed. He covered it in a soft quilt like a cloud, but he was still thinking about that person, and even the sweet smile in his dreams.

Qin Yu had a strange intuition. When he was born, he seemed destined to go to this person.

His childhood was not a good thing. His parents divorced early and he lived with his mother, but his mother was not willing to spend a little attention on this child. Qin Yu could only see her once every Christmas. She squatted down and simply kissed her child's cheek. He could often smell the smell of tobacco from women. They clinged tightly to women, like shadows that followed forever.

He also cried to his mother that the nanny always liked to lock him in a small dark room and never let him come out all day. But the nanny stood in front of him and said, "Madam, the child always likes to lie. Besides, he is disobedient, how can he ignore it?"

The woman did not look at her children, but just frowned, "Is it education?"

“It’s education.”

"Then let's educate it like this," the woman never took it seriously, "and also grinds Andre's personality."

After the nanny got the owner's words, she became more and more powerful. Qin Yu was locked in the room for longer and longer. He often pushed him inside, so the nanny could do his own thing freely. At first, he had tried smashing the door and crying, but when all this was not heard, Qin Yu knew that this would be of no use.

His mother would not believe him.

On the day when I was hungry for most of the day, Qin Yu mustered up the courage and secretly closed the door and filed a lawsuit with his mother.

But there was no such anger that Qin Yu wanted in the woman's eyes.

"Andre, you have to know," the woman had a cigarette between her fingers that night, and her voice became a little impatient. She seemed to have had a fight with her new boyfriend, with tears still on her eyes, and her voice was tired. "It's not easy for me to find a nanny who can take care of you-why can't you take care of yourself?"

The little boy kept silent, just clenched his fingers tightly without saying a word.

"You need to listen to the nanny, Andre," Mom called his English name, "Do you know?"

Qin Yu then looked at the amiable nanny smiling beside him, and trembled for half a day, and nodded slowly.

He had never gained any tenderness from these two people. When the door of the small black room was closed on the first day, Qin Yu tried to break free, thinking about rushing out; but he was caught for the third time and the fourth time... In the end, the shackles on the door were opened, but Qin Ershen could not get out.

Qin Yu originally thought that his life would last like this. He would always be huddled in that room, and outsiders could not enter, and he could not go out. There was only this monotonous note in his life trajectory, playing endlessly, boring and boring.

——Luckily.

He still met Xiangyang.

Yangyang...

Qin Yu closed his eyes and hugged the baby warm water bag in his arms tighter. It was late summer, and the window was wide open, and a gentle wind blew from it, carrying the cold fragrance of flowers. Qin Yu then pushed the window even further. He held the water bag and drew a steady stream of temperature from the top. His heart was jumping hot, as if he could completely break his chest at any time, "Yangyang..."

Just think about it this way, the balloon will be full of air.

Qin Yu pressed the full balloon and his face turned red little by little. One of his hands with distinct joints explored and took it out of the quilt, touched his phone, and retracted it back into the quilt.

After a while, Kou Qiu's live broadcast sounded in the room, and there was also a kind of low breath, and the listeners blushed.

With a bang, the balloon exploded.

Qin Ershen got up again that night, stood beside the pool with his lips pursed, and washed his pants with a whisper. As he washed, his face became redder and redder, and he couldn't help but reminisce about the thought in his heart.

I really want to -

I really want to play balloons with Qiuqiu.

Take mine, I will take yours. Fill them all up together, then fill them with water, slap them in one breath until they all explode, and the water inside spills them all over the two of them.

Qin Er Shao then quietly changed the username and pictures.

When Mr. Kou was on the live broadcast platform the next day, he unexpectedly found that his young wife had changed her name and her avatar had also changed.

[Born to the sun?] He was a little embarrassed when he pronounced the name and coughed, [It seems--]

This seems to be a confession.

Old Cadre Kou felt so sweet that he felt that his young wife was so cute.

He also clicked the avatar and carefully observed the large picture. In the picture, there was a round balloon rising to the sky, with a simple cartoon sun printed on it, which set off the blue sky behind it, which was very childlike. Kou Qiu looked at it and couldn't help but show off to his cub: [Look at your father and husband, no, your mother - look, how cute she is!]

System baby: [...]

Since I am so cute, I beg you to take off your pants quickly, so I can put my little wife and I on a date?

It was holding a full stomach of dog food, and also carefully looked at the avatar and name, and suddenly it smelled something wrong.

this......

Is it because its thoughts are too dirty? Why does it feel like something is wrong here?

No.

The system thought about the shy girl over there, shook her head desperately, and shook this idea.

Impossible, non-existent. It has become so old-fashioned lately that everything looks like driving a train.

Need to reflect.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

When Kou Qiu arrived at the entrance of the exhibition hall, it was afternoon. The sun was warm, but it was not hot, but warm. He stood in the agreed position and waited. Not long after, he saw a girl in a black dress coming over. She was wearing a black gauze skirt, with a fluffy and large hem, retro style, and painted with bright colors of lips. She seemed to be an oil painting that came out of the Middle Ages.

The temperament was really good, clear and cold, but the red lips were a little more beautiful. Passersby couldn't help but look back at him frequently. Kou Qiu saw the other person from a distance, stretched out his hand and shook it.

Old Cadre Kou rubbed his hands excitedly and said to the system boy: [Your mom, come here!]

Come here-

Here comes-

It's right-

--etc.

Kou Qiu suddenly felt something was wrong.

I didn't care when I was away, this head...

Why is it so high?

Kou Qiu hesitated to see his little wife who was half a head taller than him, a little aggrieved, "Why are you so tall?"

The girl opposite just pursed her lips, as if she was shy, and quickly lowered her head.

She did not answer, but her eyes were filled with joy.

However, when Old Cadre Kou looked at the deep eyebrows and eyes of the other party that were obviously different from ordinary yellow people, he suddenly realized that the other party was probably a mixed race.

This makes sense. White people are usually tall, and it is not rare for girls to be 1.71.8 meters tall. But he stood beside him, feeling a little psychologically stressed. He coughed and still stretched out his hand to his wife, "I am Xiangyang."

The young wife's hand also stretched out timidly and covered it on his hand. At the same time, she typed a few words with her other hand and pushed the phone over, [Qin Yu.]

Two concise words.

This name sounds more like a boy. Kou Qiu was a little surprised, but he was silent. Anyway, it was his wife, even if she was named Zhu Gangli, it would not change anything. He bent his eyebrows and said, "Then I call you Xiaoyu?"
To be continued...