Happy times are always short. Song Lianqing took little Tuanzi to the sea of ​​flowers at Guihua Lake. After getting the consent of the flower farmers, they picked many bright and beautiful flowers. Then they strolled around for a while and collected some sentences from passers-by. Then they went down the mountain together and met Qi Xiangyu and the little fat boy at the foot of the mountain.

"Ahahaha... Boss! I haven't seen you for a long time! I missed you so much!" When the little fat boy saw Little Candy, his original listless state instantly disappeared. He excitedly ran to Little Candy and hugged him, "Boss! How many sentences have you collected?"

Little Candy hugged the little fat boy and patted his back, then let him go with a smile and handed him her notebook to look at. She said a little embarrassedly, "Little Candy hasn't counted it yet, you can look for yourself."

The little fat boy took the notebook and handed him his too, smiling until his eyes narrowed into slits, "Hehehe, anyway, I'm not the last one, boss, you must be the first one, I trust you very much."

The two children stood together and counted the sentences on each other's notebooks, while the atmosphere between the two adults, Song Lianqing and Qi Xiangyu, was a little awkward since their chance encounter. The way they got along was not like that between friends at all, but rather like a couple having a quarrel.

"Lian Qing, are you guys going back?"

Qi Xiangyu knew that Song Lianqing would not take the initiative to break the awkward atmosphere, so he simply asked himself. Song Lianqing glanced at him and nodded. It's almost time now. We will go to the restaurant in front to have dinner and then go to the platform to wait for the bus to pick us up. "

"Well, we are almost there now. Let's go to the restaurant for dinner together. It will save us trouble later."

Qi Xiangyu's attitude was gentle and his words were serious. He didn't seem to be joking. Song Lianqing frowned slightly and felt a little annoyed. He didn't know if it was because he forgot to bring his medicine today. He felt that something in his heart was restless. He always wanted to do something, but he didn't know what to do.

"That's fine, let's wait for them to arrive at the platform after dinner," Song Lianqing rubbed the little boy's head. His tone was a little cold when he spoke to Qi Xiangyu, but he was very gentle when he spoke to the little boy. "Baby, we'll get to the restaurant later and Daddy will make you neinei."

The busy little kid took the time to look up at Song Lianqing, nodded, and said in a baby voice, "Okay, thank you, Dad."

Then he lowered his head and continued counting, his brows furrowed and his lips puffed out. He was extremely serious, afraid that he had counted wrong or missed something, and his little hand pointed slowly.

Song Lianqing was touched by his serious look and chuckled unconsciously. Then he bent down, picked him up and walked forward. Qi Xiangyu reached out and grabbed the little fat boy's hand, followed behind Song Lianqing like a bodyguard.

The fat boy was startled by the sudden capture, and his thoughts were disrupted. He looked up and glared, "Brother, what are you doing? I almost forgot where I was counting?!"

"You're stupid and you still have to find excuses."

Qi Xiangyu was really merciless towards the little fat boy. He was determined to bully him viciously when he was young. I don’t know if it was because of a grudge in the previous life or a resentment in this life. In short, the little fat boy was really miserable to have such a brother.

The fujoshi in the audience of the live broadcast room laughed and lit many candles for the fat boy. As veteran fujoshi, they understood Qi Xiangyu's mood at the moment very well. It was nothing more than that the person he liked ignored him, and he felt upset and had no place to vent, and the fat boy just happened to fall into the trap.

At this point I can only say that those who understand will understand, and it doesn’t matter if you don’t understand. After all, few people can understand the world of fujoshi, just like the world of homosexuality.

"I've finished counting the candies," the little boy looked up at Song Lianqing as soon as he sat down at the restaurant, and said with a chuckle, "There are 135 sentences in Brother Mantou's notebook."

Song Lianqing paused, took the notebook and counted it. It was really 135 sentences. He put the notebook down and gave a thumbs up to the little kid. "You are awesome, you counted it right. It is really 135 sentences."

When the little fat boy heard what the little milk ball said, he immediately put down his notebook and looked at him with admiration, "Boss, you are worthy of being the boss. You finished counting so quickly. I am not as smart as you. I can't finish counting. Your notebook is full of them. There are too many."

The little fat boy flipped through the little milk ball's notebook and sighed. He found Qi Xiangyu looking at him, so he gave him the notebook and said, "Brother, if you don't believe me, just take a look for yourself. Isn't the whole book full of sentences? There are no sentences at all."

Qi Xiangyu took the notebook and flipped through it roughly. He found that he could see sentences from beginning to end and even on the cover. He paused, then put the notebook down and coughed slightly. "It's indeed quite a lot. You don't need to count it to know that Little Candy is the first place in this game."

"It is, after all, my son."

Song Lianqing couldn't help but say this reflexively. As soon as he finished speaking, he found Qi Xiangyu looking at him. He lowered his head awkwardly to look at the little boy and pinched his cheek.

"Dad, Candy wants to stay with daddy."

The little girl blushed a little embarrassedly and expressed her needs. Song Lianqingwei paused for a moment, then stood up with the little girl, "Hurry up! Let's go to the toilet!"

"Boss! I want to go too!"

When the little fat boy saw the little milk ball leaving, he hurriedly followed him. Qi Xiangyu paused, turned his head and said to the four photographers, "Sorry, I'll go take a look."

After he finished speaking, Qi Xiangyu also went to the bathroom. It was difficult for the photographer to follow him, so he could only wait there. The live broadcast room also cut the camera and replaced it with other trainee dads and babies.

The restroom in this hotel is very big. As soon as you enter the men's restroom, you can see a row of urine and feces. Opposite the urine and feces is the toilet cubicle. Song Lianqing is waiting for two children in between the two. After Qi Xiangyu went in, Song Lianqing, who was waiting, stiffened slightly, but quickly regained his composure.

"Qi Xiangyang, where are you?"

Qi Xiangyu walked into the bathroom and asked the first question. He unconsciously moved to Song Lianqing's side. When the little fat boy heard Qi Xiangyu's voice, he curled his lips and muttered, "Bad brother, you obviously just want to be alone with Brother Lianqing, why are you pretending to be a good brother who loves his younger brother?"

Mumbling was a complaint, but the face still had to respond, "Brother, I'm here."

Qi Xiangyu did not reply to him, but he heard a sound of clothes rubbing against each other, which soon disappeared. However, he did not care about it, but started chatting with the little Tangguo next to him. The two children really had endless topics to talk about.