"Uncle Wu, although we started later than others, but I believe that we will be better tomorrow, so I believe, please also believe ..."

As the singing and the last note of the piano came to an abrupt halt, Xia Qiu's confession passed into everyone's ears in the restaurant, and then he turned his coquettish and ambiguous eyes towards Yu Wen.

From the beginning, Xia Qiu took the initiative.

Before Yu Wen knew it, she was ready for him.

At this time, Yu Wen naturally cannot continue to be passive.

Smile, smile, his smile is a bit unruly, his chin is slightly stubble, looks experienced and manly.

"Xiao Xia Xia, you are really amazing to me."

Also speaking Chinese, Yu Wen stood up and walked over to the triangle.

Yu Wen was locked in Xia Qiu's body, Yu Wen felt as if he was acting, but at that moment it seemed to come from the heart.

He said that he had reached the side of the stage and extended his hand to Xia Qiu, holding her in hand.

Xia Qiu stood up to thank the pianist aside, and then looked at Yu Wen, apparently with some tremors. She pursed her lips and put the hands like tender white onions in Yu Wen's palm.

He finally refused.

Yu Wen felt relieved.

Xia Qiu lowered his face slightly, Xia Qiu stretched out his hand and helped Yu Wen again, and got off the triangle platform.

"Uncle Wu, let's go to dinner."

He pursed his lips and looked at him with a smile, but the young girl seemed to be determined and cut out.

"Well." Yu Wen smiled, and then found some familiar impressions from her.

Feeling relieved again, maybe Lu Xiaxia suddenly opened her head, and she was ready to cooperate with the festival list.

Such a gorgeous way to show her apology may be how long it took for the public relations team behind her to train.

From the first floor to the second floor, sitting at the open-air dining table, in the distance there is a bright night view, the night breeze blowing quietly.

Holding a cup of hot drink in each hand, quietly talking about some small topics, and laughing from time to time.

Xia Qiu was laughed at by Yu Wen from time to time, and Yu Wen also laughed because of Xia Qiu's god.

"Uncle Wu, this is the third time you brought your necklace. Who gave it to you?" With a smile, Xia Qiu asked with a brace on his face.

"Ah?" Subconsciously picked up the necklace in the neck and was asked by Xia Qiu, Yu Wen apparently did not respond.

The director sometimes arranges such unilateral scripts to make the links look more natural.

"I did it myself, not from anyone." Haha smiled, and Yu Wen explained.

The flat mouth seemed a bit angry, and Xia Qiu was slightly jealous. "Really? Then I like your necklace. Since it wasn't from someone else, then I'll change it for you?"

...

Things seemed to exceed the expectations of Yu temperature again.

Holding the necklace, Yu Wen hesitated for 0.01 seconds, he was helpless and urged to remove the necklace.

"Haha, isn't it just a necklace? Well, if you want to send me something, just say so, okay, bring your necklace."

He lowered his body and handed the necklace to Xia Qiu, with a helpless look, like a little girlfriend who was jealous.

"Hey, you guessed it."

Then smiled, Xia Qiu took the necklace, turned around and took out the two small boxes in the bag.

Elated and full of expectations, he put the big box directly on the table and pushed it to Yu Wen.

"I took your necklace. I changed it for you!"

Suspiciously he took the box, Yu Wen shook his head at Xia Qiu and smiled, "Small head, I guess."