A Joyful Boy: From Meeting the Drunk Song Qian

Su Chen said with a smile, "The beauties around me are fine, but the others are out of the question."

"And a beautiful woman, huh?"

Song Qian chuckled softly.

No woman dislikes being praised, and she is no exception.

Not to mention that she's getting better and better; almost everyone who's met her thinks she looks younger.

Some people even said she was aging in reverse.

Everyone is asking her for her beauty secrets.

After a few days, she gradually accepted the title.

However, it came from Su Chen's mouth.

I'm still a little happy.

"correct."

Just as Su Chen was about to make a move, Song Qian suddenly said, "I noticed that Yingzi's posture hasn't been quite right lately. She probably has a spinal problem. Why don't you give her a massage first?"

"Huh?" Su Chen looked at his hands in confusion, which were already coated with essential oil. "I'm going to put this on my skin, are you sure?"

Song Qian blushed: "Why don't you go take a shower?"

"This stuff can improve skin structure, and it's not cheap," Su Chen said seriously.

It is quite expensive.

Purchases made with points in the store are worth much more than those bought elsewhere.

"That's fine."

Song Qian was about to lie down when she seemed to remember something and sat up again, looking at Su Chen: "Keep your hands to yourself."

"Do not worry."

Su Chen waved his hand: "It's all oily, it's hard to wash clothes if it gets on them, isn't it?"

Su Chen and the other woman were on the sofa in the living room.

Song Qian lay there.

Although it wasn't the first time, she still felt a little nervous looking at Su Chen's face.

There was even a bit of restlessness.

"It's all that little hooligan's fault; he never behaves himself during massages."

Song Qian's mind was racing.

Finally, she closed her eyes.

Out of sight, out of mind; she embraced the massage with this ostrich-like mentality.

Qiao Yingzi's room.

Lin Miaomiao and Qiao Yingzi were leaning on the table, looking outside.

"Su Chen really knows massage? I've never heard of him before," Qiao Yingzi said in surprise.

“I’m pretty sure this guy’s cooking skills are pretty good.” Lin Miaomiao nodded solemnly, then pointed outside with her nose: “Otherwise, look, why would Teacher Song be so comfortable?”

The two looked over.

Su Chen's hand was pressing on Song Qian's face.

Where to relax your nerves.

Seeing Song Qian's comfortable expression, Qiao Yingzi felt her shoulders starting to ache.

I wish I could get pressed a few times.

Massage time + 1 minute.

Massage time + 1 minute

Massage time + 1 minute.

Time passed by minute by minute.

My hand slid across my face.

Su Chen could even feel Song Qian's breathing.

However, since Lin Miaomiao and Qiao Yingzi were in the room, he didn't move around much.

Did Yingzi say anything to you today?

"say what?"

Song Qian didn't open her eyes, took a deep breath: "She wanted to be a speaker at the planetarium this weekend, but I turned her down. You know, she's in her final year of high school..."

At this point, Song Qian prepared to get up.

Su Chen pressed her back down: "You can say that, but don't move."

Song Qian pursed her lips, said nothing more, and lay down again with her eyes closed.

"We're in our final year of high school, where do we find the time to participate in these kinds of activities? Won't it interfere with our studies?"

"That would take at least half a day to go back and forth. How many sets of practice questions could you do in that time?"

After listening to her words.

Su Chen sighed. He had thought that Song Qian should have changed a lot after so many days.

But I didn't expect it.

She was absolutely uncompromising when it came to Qiao Yingzi's studies.

They still controlled Yingzi's interests and hobbies.

The road ahead is still long.

Su Chen didn't answer the question directly, but instead asked, "If this is considered a waste of time, then what's the point of Chunfeng Middle School having us choose an image ambassador from among the students today?"

Song Qian listened with great interest.

Get ready to get up.

Su Chen pressed him back down again.

"Can't you let me sit up and talk for a bit?"

"The scenery here is exceptionally beautiful."

Victoria Song dressed casually at home, wearing a set of pure cotton pajamas.

You can't tell anything if you get up.

But I'm lying here.

Su Chen could at least feast his eyes.

She's maintained a great figure.

Song Qian kept her eyes closed and couldn't notice Su Chen's gaze, so she could only continue lying down.

"So who are your brand ambassadors? And who did you choose?" At this moment, Song Qian seemed to have shed her title of Yingzi's mother and become a normal gossipy girl.

Su Chen pouted: "I haven't voted yet, but..."

"You don't mean to say that your votes have far surpassed everyone else's, do you?" Song Qian couldn't help but laugh.

Su Chen grinned and chuckled.

"What I mean is that we can participate in some extracurricular activities without interfering with our studies."

"That's what Chunfeng Middle School said, and that's what they did."

"And as a parent, shouldn't you respect Yingzi's choice?"

Su Chen stopped and held her shoulder: "You should know that every time you refuse, you are pushing Yingzi toward Qiao Weidong."

"Can you really bear to let her leave you like this?"

Hear this.

Song Qian turned her head and looked at Qiao Yingzi's room.

There were two heads peeking out, but they were scared away by that one look and shrank back.

Saw this scene.

Song Qian sighed softly, "Then what should we do? Just let her go like this?"

Late-night heart-to-heart talk count +1 (2/10)

Upon hearing the reminder, Su Chen was delighted.

I never expected that this could be considered a late-night heart-to-heart talk.

In this case.

That gives you a lot more room to maneuver!