Tao Jinghan never thought that the original live broadcast could be so difficult, too exciting, and his little heart pounding, for fear that the two unreliable guys behind him would say something inappropriate. While having to help cover it, they have to stuff dog food into their mouths.

At that moment, tears filled her eyes almost moved by herself.

There is absolutely no more reliable captain than her.

After finally getting through a live broadcast, Tao Jinghan leaned back in relief, and when he raised his eyes, he saw He Qingqi put on a gray coat, neat and low-key sense of high-level, it seemed that her legs were thin. It's so long, I can't help being taken aback.

Is this going out?

He Qingqi didn't notice her sight, raised his head slightly, tied his hair into a ponytail, with a little pride in his eyebrows. But at the moment when her eyes met Zhuo Zhiwei, it turned into a trickle in the spring, gentle and gentle, with a smile on her lips, gently holding Zhu Zhiwei's hand: "Let's go."

Zhuo Zhi didn't say a word, but he hit her with a few moments in his eyes.

Really want to go out.

Tao Jinghan raised her eyebrows, and the relationship between the two people now, plus what she heard that night, really couldn't help her think.

She couldn't help asking curiously: "Are you going out?"

"Yes." He Qingqi said carelessly, without lifting his head, he took off the camel coat that Zhuo Zhiwei had just taken off from the hanger in the hallway, gently helped her put it on, took care of her hair, and curled her eyebrows. Bend, showing a well-behaved and pure smile.

Tao Jinghan sipped her in secret, and the big-tailed wolf began to pretend to be well-behaved again, and he didn't know how to toss Zhiwei later.

"Will you be back that night?" she asked casually.

He Qingqi was half weird and half contemptuous, looking at her like a fool.

Tao Jinghan: "..." Suddenly I realized what kind of stupid I had asked.

Zhuo Zhi bit his lip and squeezed his fingers. He seemed to have noticed that Tao Jinghan knew what they were going out to do. The noble face of Qing Gao and noble was dyed with the cowardly of a little girl. He couldn't help but glance to one side and his ears were red. A slice.

He Qingqi was overwhelmed by her posture, lazy to deal with Tao Jinghan, watching the man intently, and swallowing in his throat.

They have not seen each other for nearly two months. She, who only tasted this person not long ago, sleeps on this bed that used to be full of traces of their love every night, and can't help but recall the times when the girl was in her. He looked at her vaguely, with arms covering his eyes and panting, or on her body, watching her proudly like a queen.

Either way, it is enough to make her mind rippling.

The moonlight was cool, but there was a fire in her heart, with the quilt between her legs impatiently, fantasizing how this person controlled her with her cool hands, as if the moonlight at this time spilled a large area of ​​her skin.

He Qingqi blinked abruptly, the restless fire spread from his chest, his breathing was a little short, and he couldn't help forgetting to say hello anymore, pulling Zhuo Zhiwei out the door.

The door slammed shut, seeming to show her excitement and impatience. Tao Jinghan sat in the living room, staring at the door for a long time.

Finally, his face was flushed red, what kind of eyes did He Qingqi look in! Have you ever been in love with her?

Although...Although it is not there now, but soon! She cast her gaze on the phone, her fingers floating on the familiar three words.

Slowly, send out a video invitation.

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For Yunshu Entertainment, this year is a bumper year. The men's and women's groups under its hands have spread all over the country, setting off an idol craze. After all, the show restarted after thirty years. Fourteen people were selected. It's even worse. Except for the bold He Qingqi, the others are all conscientious and honest. They were invited to participate in the TV Spring Festival Gala the night before the New Year's Eve.

On the evening of the New Year's Eve, He Qingqi left Lin Fan, holding Zhuo Zhiwei's hand in his pocket, and strolling in Yuding Villa.

Everyone will go home after the New Year, but Zhuo Zhiwei is the only one left. Although she was a little bit upset about facing her family in a married state, she was reluctant to let Zhuo Zhiwei stay alone in a huge room, accompanied by street lights and shadows, on this special day. Wanjia lights up.

Once that person did not know how many years had passed since she did not know, He Qingqi's heart faintly aches when he thinks of this.

So he talked a lot, and spent a long time at Zhuo Zhiwei before she made it clear that she would go home with her for the New Year, and by the way, talk to her family about their relationship.

The winter sky was short and dark, and the setting sun sank in a blink of an eye. It seemed that the sky changed from bright to yellow in the blink of an eye. Suddenly snowflakes floated, and there was a slight coolness on his cheeks.

The man's hand was the same as usual, a bit cold, strangely, he was sweating outside all the time, and it seemed to be still shaking.

Is it cold? He Qingqi frowned, pinched the ground tighter, and rubbed his warm fingers heavily, for fear that this person might show the slightest discomfort.

The girl with Tsinghua temperament bowed her head, her face suddenly showed a little panic, and she stopped.

He Qingqi also stood still and looked at the girl questioningly: "What's the matter?"

Zhuo Zhiwei's lips whispered, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

He Qingqi's face gradually became concerned: "Is it uncomfortable?"

"No..." Zhuo Zhi lowered his head slightly, touched his earlobe, and then raised his head for a while, with a little pleading in his cold and clear eyes.

She bit her lip: "Well, should we have another day?"

He Qingqi was taken aback for a moment, then lowered his head after a while and began to smirk. So, Weiwei is nervous all the way, right?

She just said that when she first arrived at the gate of the community, this person told her solemnly that she wanted to get off the car and breathe fresh air. It turned out to be a delay...

Zhuo Zhiwei kicked her calf angrily, pouting his lips: "What are you laughing at!"

Seeing her eyes spreading with grievances, she was unconsciously covered with a thin layer of mist, she was like this, He Qingqi not only did not comfort her, but also laughed!

Laugh, laugh, what's so funny!

He Qingqi's heart was broken when he was seen, and he didn't care if he was outside, so he quickly took the person into his arms and coaxed him with good words.

"Don't smile, don't smile... I'm not right, I'm not angry anymore." She kissed Zhuo Zhiwei's hair in a distressed manner, with the freshness of snow, and when she touched her hot lips, she turned into a pool again. water.

Hearing this, Zhuo Zhiwei couldn't help himself even more aggrieved, and gradually tightened his hand on He Qingqi's waist. She felt it was extremely unfair. Why didn't she have a pair of reliable parents? Waiting for He Qingqi to visit her door, then she could be calm and calm.

It's a pity that they are a taboo in her heart, the biggest hole deep in her heart, and she can always hear the sound of the wind whizzing by. The only lucky thing is that even if they don't love her, they still have a bit of conscience. They haven't seen them bother her for almost a year since their debut, as if they had never had a daughter like her.

Once she was only fortunate, but now when she wants to see the parents with her married partner, she feels sore in her heart. She is habitually self-willed in front of this person, so that she does not want to hide her emotions.

She relaxed, resting her head on He Qingqi's neck, hiding her face in her clothes, opening her eyes wide and holding back tears: "Xiqi...I also want to have a home."

Her voice was still slow and tidy, hiding her grievances and dullness. He Qing couldn't help rubbing her shoulders, heart twisted, calming her with extreme gentleness: "Don't think...you already have it, Wei Wei, my home is you Home, my relatives are your relatives."

She didn’t know why the topic had come to this point, and she didn’t know whether Zhuo Zhiwei’s wandering was due to her parents from the very beginning. She felt sorry for the girl’s childhood experience and regretted the wrong treatment she had done. The feelings of the two lives are intertwined, making her agitated emotions seem to burst out of her chest.

Suddenly she recalled that night, Zhuo Zhiwei's gurgling tears. She twisted her eyebrows lightly, her heart stricken with distress.

She never wanted to see this person's tears again.

He Qingqi pursed his lips, and said in a low soft voice: "If we are really not ready, we won't go there. Sister Fan hasn't left for a while. The big deal is that we will return to Yijingyuan for the New Year, okay?"

Zhuo Zhiwei squeezed her clothes tightly, tangled for a while before shook his head, and said dullly: "No, I've said it all...Will they let them dislike me when I leave before the battle?"

"Moreover, it's the Chinese New Year, and they finally look forward to your return."

"How come?" He Qingqi chuckled, "You haven't seen it before."

She lowered her eyes to look at the man's expression, and smiled between her lips: "Have you forgotten how much my grandma likes you? I'm almost catching up with my granddaughter."

Zhuo Zhiwei's little head rubbed in her arms, still shaking his head: "No."

With soft eyes dizzy, He Qingqi squeezed her wrist, and tentatively asked, "Really not?"

"No."

He Qingqi helped her dust off a layer of snow from her thin shoulders and arranged her clothes. The gentleness under her eyes seemed to be true: "Then we continue walking?"

Zhuo Zhiwei nodded, slightly behind her by half a step, and followed obediently while holding his hands and lowering his eyes.

The He family and his party had been sitting in the living room long ago, and when they learned that Zhuo Zhiwei was coming home in the New Year, it was even more chaotic. Grandma He felt a sense of tension in her heart about a new wife coming home, and took the chairman of the board for a long time to ideological education.

The chairman tilted his head, seemingly understanding.

Looking at the wall clock on the wall walking minute by second, the chubby Grandma He paced back and forth in the living room even more nervously.

I was a little worried, and still muttered, "Why don't you have enough people at this time? Could this kid Xiaoqi make others angry?"

Suddenly, at first glance, his left hand was clenched into a fist and placed in the palm of his right hand: "Could it be an accident!"

"I was photographed? Or the driver was unreliable and was found to be drunk driving!"

The more Grandma He thought about it, the more fascinated she was. Grandpa He couldn't stand it anymore. She knocked on the ground with her crutches and coughed her face.

Grandma He didn't hear the same, and continued to mutter.

Grandpa He increased the decibel and coughed more severely.

Grandma He turned her head and stared at him fiercely: "What are you coughing! Interrupted my thinking!"

Grandpa He said innocently: "My throat is uncomfortable."

"Hold it!"

Grandpa He blinked and dared not speak.

He Qingzhou on the side looked at his grandfather inexplicably, thinking that he really couldn't think of it, and even dared to challenge the head of the family's grandma.

After a short while, the doorbell finally rang, like a heavy stone falling from her heart, and a look of surprise suddenly appeared on Grandma He's face.

Aunt Zhang opened the door and smiled: "Zhiwei and Xiaoqi are back."

She was talking about coming back, not coming, as if this was really her home. Zhuo Zhiwei was a little lost, a sour warm current surged from his heart, and he squeezed He Qingqi's hand.

He Qingqi's expression remained unchanged, and he smiled and said, "Yes, I finally came back."