Ridiculous at the table

Liang Qingqing sensed the danger, but she knew that Fan Yanxing would not do anything to her again in the morning after the nonsense, so she held his arm fearlessly and said softly, "Brother Yanxing, Brother Yanxing." She

called him twice in a row, which made Fan Yanxing smile. He held the quilt that she had slipped off, and said in a very good mood, "Hurry up and finish eating, let's go build a snowman."

"Okay." Hearing the hoarseness in his voice, Liang Qingqing didn't dare to pull the tiger's head again. She finished a bowl of porridge obediently, then got up and changed clothes. The two put on gloves, took buckets and shovels, and went to the yard.

Liang Qingqing thought it was fun, so she asked Fan Yanxing to take the pine nuts so they could play together. However, the latter was reluctant and helped her fill a bucket with snow before snorting coldly, "You're leaving tomorrow. We finally have some time alone together. Why are you taking the pine nuts and using them as a light bulb?"

The word "light bulb" was taught to him by Liang Qingqing.

Hearing this, Liang Qingqing twitched her lips and couldn't help but defend herself: "How can you say this? Clearly, these two nights..."

Halfway through the words, she was a little embarrassed to say it out loud, so she coughed lightly and followed his idea, "Let's not go to pick up Songzi, it's just the two of us, right?"

Fan Yanxing didn't say anything, but the joy that flashed across his eyebrows still exposed his thoughts. Seeing this, Liang Qingqing secretly curled her lips, thinking that he was getting more and more petty, and he was jealous of a child. He really deserved his title of jealous king.

With the help of Fan Yanxing, the strongman, the prototype of the snowman was quickly completed. Liang Qingqing found some props to improve the details of the snowman, and finally decorated the snowman's head with a camellia to complete it.

Two snowmen, a man and a woman, stood on both sides of the yard, just like the owners of the house.

"So beautiful, this is you, this is me." Liang Qingqing pointed at the snowmen not far away. Compared with the delicate female snowman wearing camellia and scarf at their feet, the bald male snowman with only facial features was much more monotonous and shabby.

Fan Yanxing's eyes swept back and forth, and he didn't want to agree with Liang Qingqing, but she kept pestering him and insisted on getting a response, so he reluctantly nodded slightly, but looking at her smiling face, he couldn't help but curl his lips.

As long as she is happy, it's fine.

The happy time was paused the next day. As the year was coming to an end, many units held annual parties. At this time, announcers were needed to go to the scene, so every staff member of the Radio Bureau was very busy.

Liang Qingqing hosted the party for more than a week and finally got a break. When she returned to the dormitory that day, she was stopped by the dormitory manager before she entered the stairwell. She was told that someone had sent her a package.

She was not too surprised. She thought it was the usual variety of specialties sent to her by the Fan family from Beijing. As a result, when she looked at the list, she found something wrong. This package was sent from Shanghai.

Seeing the name of the city, Liang Qingqing instantly thought of a handsome face. She suppressed her confusion and returned to the dormitory to open the package. Inside was a beautiful box filled with radio-specific storage disks and an envelope.

Looking at the neat and generous handwriting on the cover, Liang Qingqing hesitated for a moment before opening it. After reading it, she breathed a sigh of relief, not knowing whether it was because this was a complete end to the matter.

There was nothing out of the ordinary in the letter. It was just a normal greeting between friends. It also explained how to use and store these storage disks. It was very detailed and serious.

Liang Qingqing picked up a disk, put it in her hand and examined it carefully, but her thoughts were a little complicated. She realized that Song Shenglin might have a good impression of her on the day of the farewell banquet. If he hadn't revealed some of his true feelings that day, she might never know it.

Song Shenglin is a very good man with enough ability. He is a gentleman, calm, and responsible. These are what she sees, and they are also the unanimous evaluation of him by the group members.

To be honest, his conditions are enough to make most women willingly bow down to his suit pants, but Liang Qingqing has someone in her heart, it is impossible and she will not like him, so there is no future between the two of them.

Even if he appeared before Fan Yanxing, she would not like him. Emotional matters cannot be forced.

People who are thousands of miles apart may never see each other again in this life, and ending up as friends is the best outcome.

On the day of spring break, Fan Yanxing came to pick her up in person. When he was helping her pack her luggage, he found those disks and asked where they came from. Liang Qingqing answered casually, and then she saw Fan Yanxing slowly sitting down on a chair, his face hidden in the shadows, a little lonely and pitiful.

Liang Qingqing's heart skipped a beat when she saw this scene. She immediately realized that Fan Yanxing knew what Song Shenglin was thinking, but she didn't do anything, so of course she didn't feel guilty. She walked up to him and poked his cheek, "What's wrong?"

He didn't say anything, but just raised his head and looked at her straight. After a long time, he said, "Can you please not accept this thing from Team Leader Song?"

The familiar smell of vinegar floated out of Fan Yanxing a little bit, making her eyes hurt. Liang Qingqing pinched the soft flesh on his face, "This is the result of my hard work for so long. No matter who gave it to me, I will accept it. , I want to keep a copy of each one."

Fan Yanxing was silent for two seconds, his brows wrinkled as if he was in a dilemma, and finally he lowered his head silently and compromised: "Okay."

Liang Qingqing, who always fell for this, immediately raised her hands in surrender. She coaxed gently: "We won't keep it at home, it should be okay for me to give it to relatives and friends, right?"

Almost as soon as she finished speaking, Fan Yanxing immediately agreed, "Okay! I'll go and give it now."

After that, he grabbed the box containing the storage disk and was about to get up and run outside, but Liang Qingqing grabbed the corner of his clothes, "It's so late, where do you want to go?"

"To give this thing away." Fan Yanxing couldn't wait to rush out, and when he saw Liang Qingqing blocking him, he was immediately anxious, thinking that she was regretting it, so he patted her arm, "I'll be back soon."

"It will be the same if I send it tomorrow." Liang Qingqing took the opportunity to hug his neck and blew into his ear. Her foxy eyes gleamed brightly in the candlelight. Her breath was as sweet as orchid. "Don't you miss me after not seeing you for so long?"

Hearing this, Fan Yanxing threw all his rationality out the window. He no longer remembered Team Leader Song, Team Leader Wang, Team Leader Li...

In his eyes, there was only Liang Qingqing, who was extremely charming and still actively exuding charm. He put his arms around her waist, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, and put the box back on the table. He touched her lips and did not forget to express his longing for her, "Of course I do, every day, all the time."

Before Liang Qingqing could say anything, she was thrown down on the table. The things on the table were swept to the ground, but no one cared. Their attention was all on each other.

"Liar." Her fingertips landed on his Adam's apple, and two words escaped from her lips.

Faced with such injustice, Fan Yanxing did not refute it with words, but showed her how much he wanted her with his actions. He grabbed a towel beside him, wiped it roughly, and then broke through the city gate.

An unknown amount of time had passed before he whispered in her ear, "Am I still a liar?"

Sweat wet the strands of hair on her forehead. She gasped with difficulty, lying on the table, weakly grabbing the tablecloth. She shook her head, remembered something, and laughed, "You're the jealous king."

Both of them knew what this meant. Fan Yanxing gritted his teeth and almost laughed out of anger. He grabbed her hand and clasped her fingers together. His movements did not stop, but became more and more rapid. "That team leader Song has no good intentions. He dares to think about a married woman. He is shameless."

This point was not confirmed, but Song Shenglin did not cross the line from beginning to end. Moreover, Liang Qingqing guessed that he probably didn't know that she was married before he met Fan Yanxing, so he had a good impression of her. Would it be a bit excessive to scold him like this? But she was not stupid, and naturally would not ask for trouble in this situation and speak for him, so she changed the subject.

"Why mention him? Don't waste time on someone you will never see again. You might as well take a good look at me." Liang Qingqing said as she raised her hand to touch his neck. Fan Yanxing pursed his lips, but in the end he still obediently moved closer to him and let her kiss his lips.

She was right, Shanghai was tens of thousands of miles away from here, and it was so difficult to meet him, so why should he be angry with himself for this.

Another thing came to mind, and he took this opportunity to whisper, "Last time you said you could use something sweeter, I got some honey, do you want it..."

He didn't finish the rest of the words, but his deep eyes stared at her, as if waiting for her answer.

Liang Qingqing's mind instantly recalled that orange-flavored night, and the blush on her face became deeper and deeper. She coughed lightly and muttered, "Why are you asking me? I can do anything."

Not opposing spring affairs is a disguised approval. Fan Yanxing took out a small jar of honey from the cabinet, and the sweet smell gradually spread throughout the room. He poured some into his palm, then dipped his fingertips, and slowly drew traces on her body.

The cold touch made her hold the fabric under her body tightly. Her breathing became more and more rapid, and her toes curled up. She didn't relax her frown until she slowly adapted to the stimulating temperature. But the coldness was replaced by an itchy feeling. She gasped unbearably, like a drowning fish desperately seeking a ray of life.

The hot lips tasted every bit of honey, and the hazy confusion filled her whole brain, making her unconsciously grab his short hair and cry and beg like crazy: "I can't stand it anymore."

But the man continued to break the last tight string in her mind.

Liang Qingqing's eyes went blank. The familiar feeling made her tremble uncontrollably. It was

not until she saw him wipe his wet cheeks that she turned her head away with a red face, bit her lip and cursed: "It's all your fault. I'm too embarrassed to see anyone." "What's there to be ashamed of? Only the two of us know." Fan Yanxing's fingertips stroked the corners of her eyes, wiped away two tears that had burst out of her eyes due to excitement, and coaxed her in a low voice, "Don't cry."

These words made it impossible to refute. Liang Qingqing didn't know where he learned this trick from, but he could always hold her lifeline firmly, making her unable to "live" or "die". He