The CD of "One Photo" was playing in the car again. Yang Jingxing seemed to have become immune and no longer disliked the nausea.

Qi Qingnuo competently wanted to take care of everything at the party, but said: "I called Yu Xinting this afternoon, but I felt that she was not very motivated. Please tell her again."

Yang Jingxing shook his head: "No need."

Qi Qingnuo suggested with a smile: "You should sit next to her when eating."

Yang Jingxing also smiled: "I'll fight for it."

Qi Qingnuo explained: "It's not that I'm generous, I don't want others to say I'm stingy."

Yang Jingxing said: "I'm stingy and I'm not afraid of others telling me."

Qi Qingnuo nodded: "I support it, the stingier the better..."

Xiao Shuxia persisted until nearly six o'clock today before calling: "Son, have you eaten yet?"

Yang Jingxing said: "Don't go eat it, Qi Qingnuo is in the car."

Xiao Shuxia haha: "I didn't ask...where are you going to eat?"

Yang Jingxing said, "I don't know yet, have you eaten?"

Xiao Shuxia said: "Your father just came to pick me up. Today is your Uncle Feng's birthday... What did you do after dinner?" Yang Chengyi's voice said: "You ask so many questions!"

Yang Jingxing said: "There is no plan yet."

Xiao Shuxia said: "Men must know how to be romantic..."

Yang Jingxing said: "If nothing happens, I'll hang up the phone and drive."

Xiao Shuxia was not angry: "Hang up, hang up, help us say hello to her parents... let's go sing and go shopping..."

"I know, I'll tell dad." Yang Jingxing hung up the phone.

Qi Qingnuo was concerned: "Why are you so impatient?"

Yang Jingxing confessed: "My mother told me to learn to be romantic."

Qi Qingnuo smiled: "You don't want to learn?"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "If I don't want to learn, I want to express my feelings."

Qi Qingnuo was curious: "How do you feel?"

Yang Jingxing looked at Qi Qingnuo: "Look at you."

Qi Qingnuo matched affectionately for a while, then suddenly said: "Don't say you can't pronounce it!"

Yang Jingxing said: "I feel romantic, don't you?"

Qi Qingnuo shook his head and said: "No... please pass it to me."

Yang Jingxing looked forward to it: "Now I like red lights more and more."

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The place to eat is brought by Qi Qingnuo. Near her home, the store is small but has an avant-garde decoration. The menu is Chinese, but it is not divided into cuisines. There are many original dishes. The biggest feature of the store is the braised chicken.

After taking a sip of the soup, Yang Jingxing gained the confidence to eat a large pot of soup.

Not long after we started eating, Qi Qingnuo received a call from her mother. After she finished speaking calmly, she told Yang Jingxing the good news: "My mother works overtime at night, so come to my house!"

Yang Jingxing shook his head: "Afraid."

Qi Qingnuo smiled: "I'm not forcing you."

Yang Jingxing was still timid: "Your mother will have a bad impression of me when she finds out."

Qi Qingnuo seemed to have made up his mind: "I'll go home and wait for you after eating."

Yang Jingxing picked up some food for Qi Qingnuo: "Eat quickly."

Sure enough, he was not satisfied with the meal, but when Yang Jingxing got in the car, he was still pretending: "Going to a bar?"

Qi Qingnuo nodded: "You go, I'll go home."

Yang Jingxing suggested: "Then call your mother and talk about it."

Qi Qingnuo looked at Yang Jingxing and persuaded her gently: "We are in love, not on a blind date. Can't we be more passionate?"

Yang Jingxing smiled: "I plan to outlast you."

Qi Qingnuo chuckled, but still urged: "Hurry up, it's so hot, I'll go back and take a shower."

Yang Jingxing also made a request: "Then you are not allowed to create danger."

Qi Qingnuo nodded: "What kind of danger?"

Yang Jingxing sighed: "It's already dangerous enough."

After arriving, Yang Jingxing occupied Qidawei's parking space, and then his daughter led him by the hand into the building and onto the elevator.

Qi Qingnuo reminded: "There is surveillance."

Yang Jingxing complained: "Why do you live so high up?"

Qi Qingnuo smiled: "Do you regret buying the fifteenth floor?"

We walked out on the tenth floor, into a clean and bright corridor. After a few steps, we turned a small corner. Qi Qingnuo took the key to open the door and reminded in a low voice: "There is no surveillance anymore."

Yang Jingxing stood behind, looking at his neck and smelling the fragrance, hehe.

Qi Qingnuo pushed the door open and opened the upper shoe cabinet, found a pair of disposable slippers and put them on the floor, then changed his shoes.

A large living room of forty or fifty square meters should be classified into an avant-garde and simple decoration style, with gray, white and black walls, furniture and appliances, or it should be said to be tasteful and unconventional.

Yang Jingxing closed the door and changed his shoes, admiring: "Beautiful."

Qi Qingnuo smiled: "Guess my room. One chance. If you guess correctly, you can go in."

Yang Jingxing observed carefully on the spot and pointed: "Over there?"

Qi Qingnuo was generous: "I'll give it to you again."

Yang Jingxing urged: "Go take a shower quickly."

Qi Qingnuo took two steps, turned around and hooked her fingers at Yang Jingxing.

Pushing open the door with obvious soundproof design, they entered Qi Qingnuo's room one after another. The hostess turned on the unique chandelier, which was very bright.

The room is not small in size, simple and tidy, and there are no cuddly bears or anything like that. On the right side is a 1.5-meter bed with no flowers, and light purple and gray plain sheets, duvet covers, and pillowcases. They must have been tidied up after getting up in the morning.

Next to the window is a large computer desk and a double-row keyboard. Next to the double-row keyboard are three guitars, one electric and two wooden. There are no gadgets on the computer desk. The only decorative thing is an old family photo frame.

The arrangement of textbooks and homework is relatively messy, but it is very clean.

There are no paintings or wall lamps hanging on the four walls. The most distinctive thing is that opposite the foot of the bed, almost the entire wall is filled with bookshelves, half with books, half with CDs, a few trophies, and finally a few decorations.

There are sexual decorations and dolls. The books are neatly arranged, but the decoration is not good. They are large and small, new and old, and humanistic and romantic.

There must be hundreds of CDs, and the types are also rich, including popular classical ones, more pop rock and blues, and more domestic ones.

There was a very light fragrance in the room, but it wasn't perfume or freshener, and it probably wasn't coming from the relatively rich skin care cosmetics on the small frame next to the mirror.

Qi Qingnuo picked up the remote control from the computer table and turned on the air conditioner. He smiled: "The electricity consumption in the living room is here."

Yang Jingxing was still observing: "It's almost the same as one of the plans I imagined."

Qi Qingnuo asked: "How many ways have you thought about?"

Yang Jingxing said: "I haven't done any statistics. The video only shows the wardrobe."

Qi Qingnuo put his hand on the closet door and asked, "Do you want to visit?"

Yang Jingxing said: "I have seen all the clothes you are wearing."

Qi Qingnuo said: "There is nothing you haven't seen yet."

Yang Jingxing said: "Imagine it."

Qi Qingnuo said: "You go and wash your face first, and I'll look for clothes you haven't seen before."

It was easy to find the bathroom. Yang Jingxing came back and turned on the air conditioner in two or three minutes.

Qi Qingnuo smiled: "You really don't want to take a shower?" The clothes she wanted to change were still on the bed, whether Yang Jingxing had seen them or not.

Yang Jingxing looked at the bookshelf and urged: "Hurry up, wash up and go to the bar."

Qi Qingnuo said: "Turn on the computer by yourself, the password is six to eight." Then he grabbed the clothes on the bed and went out.

Twenty minutes later, Qi Qingnuo came back. She was neatly dressed in taupe slightly tight cropped pants and a short-sleeved loose neutral blue and white striped fine-line shirt.

Qi Qingnuo's hair was still wet, but she didn't wipe it with a towel. She approached the computer desk, glanced at the book in Yang Jingxing's hand, which was "The Birth of Tragedy", and smiled: "I've finished reading it, so it means I haven't read it yet."

Yang Jingxing stopped looking and looked at Qi Qingnuo. She walked to the mirror and picked up a bottle of something.

There is no music in the room. It is quieter than the car, quieter than school, quieter than a restaurant, and even quieter than a bar. You can almost hear breathing.

Qi Qingnuo's whole body, except for her head, was also exposed, including half of her calves and feet in slippers, as well as her arms and hands. The degree of exposure was not as high as that of other girls of the same age on the street, who were much more conservative. If you look closely, there were still two buttons under the collar of her shirt.

Buckle, you can see the lower part of the clavicle, but the field of view is very narrow and unstable.

Qi Qingnuo carefully squeezed a little of the lotion-like substance onto his fingertips, and then gently applied a little on his face that was cleansed and moisturized by water. After repeating it several times, he finished his forehead and turned to look at the computer chair where he was sitting.
To be continued...