Song Qingfeng catches a glimpse of it, and lode hastens to gather his thoughts. However, his eyes and eyebrows are unconsciously touched with heavy and serious meanings.

"Do you think Miss summer cares too much about me? It's so sweet. I'll call you to remind you that I'm afraid I've been cheated. " Song Qingfeng smiled again and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Lode lowered his head once more, tightened his lower lip, and remained silent. His unknown premonition grew stronger and stronger, but he had no choice.

Seeing that Lord chose to be silent, song Qingfeng leaned back against the seat behind him, picked up a pen and began to turn it. When his fingers moved, he threw the pen on the table.

The sound of "pa" was so clear that it broke the silence in the room.

"Lord." Song Qingfeng's tone didn't change, but he increased it invisibly. There was still an unidentified smile on his brow, and then he stared at Lode's eyes, as if he had to give an answer. "What do you think of what summer said for me? Judge me. "

After all, it's the person who has been with song Qingfeng for many years. Lord knows that he can't choose to be silent this time.

But song Qingfeng's eyes made him inexplicably afraid, and even he had a thin layer of cold sweat behind him.

After desperately suppressing his emotions, Lord had to pretend to be calm and steady to meet the eyes of song Qingfeng. He thought for a few seconds, and then replied one by one: "master, this is your emotional thing. You just like it."

The most pertinent answer is the most intelligent one.

After a simple answer, Lord stopped talking and waited quietly for song Qingfeng's response, but the tension in his heart began to spread.

Song Qingfeng thoughtfully picked up his eyebrows. His face was unpredictable. After a while, he turned to smile. His eyebrows all had a light smile: "Lord, why are you still so boring? It's not fun. "

In the face of song Qingfeng's response, Lord has been used to it for a long time. More importantly, he understands that now he can take a breath of relief and make a request to leave the room.

"If you don't have any other orders, I'll leave first." Lord's tone was respectful and there was not much movement in his face.

"Well." Song Qingfeng nodded and answered vaguely. He seemed to be thinking about something, and his complicated mood was gradually turning.

Lode turns around and raises his feet to leave, but suddenly he is called by song Qingfeng again.

"Wait." Song Qingfeng's mouth pulled a far-reaching smile, and the fierce bottom of his eyes could not help being a little gloomy and irrational. "When Miss Xia comes back, I hate the talkative woman the most."

Lode's bad premonition finally came true, but it was song Qingfeng's decision. He didn't have many words, let alone many words were useless.

"OK. I'll get ready right away. " Lode nodded and replied respectfully, not daring to disobey song Qingfeng's order.

The door was closed again by Lord from the outside.

Song Qingfeng alone in the room, looking out of the window at the stars, he even began to Miss Yu Xiaolai.

I don't know what happened to this little guy

"Achoo!" Yu xiaolengbuding, who is watching a play in the sofa, sneezes.

Because of boredom, Qi Qingfeng specially lets Ye ran give Yu Xiaoan a TV set in the room.

I didn't expect that this little guy was so fascinated by watching seven weekend skits.

She has watched six episodes in a row since the TV was installed.

"Next time I see xiaziliang, I must sign my name. As expected, the acting is not spicy and the eyes are still awesome!"

Yu Xiaoxiao stuffed delicious snacks into his mouth and watched them with relish.

Yu Xiaoxiao can't help but feel very interested in seeing people who are playing another role in TV series.

Qi Qingfeng, who is working in front of the notebook computer, flutters his fingers on the keyboard. Suddenly he hears Yu Xiaoxiao's voice, turns his eyes, and gently drops his eyes on Yu Xiaoxiao. He sees her elated appearance, and the tenderness of her eyes can't help but add more.

"This is the national idol who told you that he lived in the hot water?" Qi Qingfeng's eyebrows are slightly plucked, looking towards the direction of TV.

Yu Xiaowen said, turning his head and nodding, "yes, yes, Mr. Qi. Look, his role this time is so warm!"

Looking at Qi Qingfeng's eyes, Yu Xiaoxiao immediately begins to give him the short play Amway he is watching.

"The man in the play just joined hands with the woman. There's another episode. I'm going to finish watching it! Ah! The last episode is bound to get diabetes! "

Yu xiaonovel, can't help but stretch out a small hand to grab a piece of snacks to small mouth.

Qi Qingfeng glanced up at Xia Ziliang in the TV play, followed Yu Xiaoxiao's line of sight, then glanced at the snacks in her hand, frowned, "I'm not afraid of being fat if I eat so many snacks so late?"

Yu Xiaoxiao gives Qi Qingfeng a half angry and half strange look, but he turns his head to the side again in the next moment. He doesn't look at him as if he was angry. He snorts: "hum, does Mr. Qi dislike me?"

After that, Yu Xiaoxiao ignored Qi Qingfeng's words, and continued to put a piece of potato chips in his mouth, and once again devoted himself to the film and TV series.

Qi Qingfeng couldn't help but feel funny. The smile between the delicate eyebrows and eyes was even more serious. He raised his hand and rubbed Yu's small head, deliberately rubbing her hair in disorder: "where dare I?"

Yu Xiaoxiao wanted to avoid Qi Qingfeng's hand, but he couldn't, so he had to let Qi Qingfeng knead his head and put snacks in his mouth.

Who knows Qi Qingfeng rubbed her little head like a joke, but he didn't give up.

"Mr. Qi, please take away your claws and don't disturb me watching TV." Yu Xiaoxiao reaches out and beats Qi Qingfeng's palm directly.

But the smile on someone's face did not abate, but still according to Yu Xiaoxiao, he took his hand back, and gently arranged his hair for her.

The warm atmosphere spread everywhere, Qi Qingfeng smiled, and then buried himself in his work.

"Ah!" Suddenly, Yu Xiaoxiao explodes in place like a firecracker, scaring Qi Qingfeng who is working.

He frowned tightly and looked at Yu Xiaoxiao beside him. He looked up and down at her angry face.

"I'm going to send the blade to this broken screenwriter!" Yu xiaonovel, angrily put the chips bag in his hand aside, angrily beating the soft pillow beside him.