A Joyful Boy: From Meeting the Drunk Song Qian

Qiao Yingzi invited everyone to eat next door.

Lin Miaomiao told everyone to take things out of the refrigerator.

Su Chen came in last place.

Just getting ready to leave.

They found Song Qian standing at the door.

"Sister Song, let's go eat."

Song Qian stared blankly at Su Chen.

His eyes were fixed on Su Chen.

This little rascal seems to have become even more charming.

Song Qian blushed and looked away.

"I was browsing Weibo today and saw that something seemed to have happened to you, so I wanted to check on you."

"I'm fine."

As soon as Su Chen finished speaking, Song Qian rushed into his arms.

She wrapped her arms around his waist.

Take a deep breath.

"You little rascal, not only are there so many beautiful women around you, but you've also set your sights on Jingjing."

Song Qian looked up.

Her eyes were wet with tears.

“And Li Meng and Yang Tao, you’re being very naughty.”

"Hi~"

Su Chen felt a soft, yielding sensation in front of him.

It was as if I was wrapped in a marshmallow.

Very comfortable.

"Sister Song, could you please not let me put the vegetables in yet?"

With the soft jade in his arms, Su Chen really wanted to do something.

But both hands were firmly occupied by the food plate.

If you want to take action, you must first put it down or throw it away.

Song Qian looked up and gave a sly smile.

"Once the plate is put down, you'll bully me. That doesn't seem so bad."

"I wish you could always be this well-behaved when I hold you."

Just as Su Chen made up his mind to throw the plate away.

Song Qian suddenly left.

"I read online that hugging can make a person happy and relaxed. I don't know if you feel relaxed, but I do feel very happy."

"Mom! Su Chen!! What are you doing? Come and eat!!!"

Song Qian took a plate from Su Chen's hand.

The two went next door together.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was very strange.

Everyone would glance at Su Chen from time to time while eating.

Logically speaking.

They should have gotten used to Su Chen's presence by now.

But he still can't be ignored.

This left Su Chen momentarily unsure whether it was the allure of his presence or his charm that was at play.

After all, it's already night.

His charm level is doubled.

Looking at the several girls on the table, their faces flushed red.

Su Chen was also unable to eat normally for a while.

Eating.

Song Qian suddenly thought of something.

He raised an eyebrow.

Looking at Su Chen.

"I saw online that you're someone who writes like a genius?"

"real or fake."

"It's probably...it seems...it's likely...it's probably true."

Su Chen scratched his head.

Song Qian's expression remained unchanged, but her eyes narrowed slightly.

"If I remember correctly, this author seems to be quite wealthy?"

Su Chen: "Ah, usually they have money."

Song Qian: "So, what kind of house do you live in?"

Su Chen: "I bought it."

Song Qian: "......"

Lin Miaomiao: "......"

The two were quite helpless.

I used to think that Su Chen had worked hard to make a living and finally managed to rent this house.

Song Qian even found him a roommate because of this.

Take a look at the results.

Compared to Su Chen, her family's money is nothing.

Song Qian was speechless with anger.

This guy.

That's really well hidden!

"Why haven't I heard you mention that before? And you even found you a roommate to share the apartment?" Song Qian asked softly.

His eyes shone with a unique brilliance.

Su Chen chuckled dryly, "None of you asked, so I didn't say anything."

Song Qian: "Is there anything else you're hiding from me?"

"I promise, it's over," Su Chen said earnestly.

I wanted to talk to my parents.

You just didn't give it a chance.

This shouldn't be considered something I've hidden, right?

Half an hour passed.

The dinner was finally over.

Qiao Yingzi dragged Huang Zhitao and Wang Yidi to study.

Su Chen was helping Song Qian wash the dishes in the kitchen.

There is only one sink in the kitchen.

The two could only stand together.

"Why are you all staring at me while we're eating? Is there something on my face?"

Su Chen just wanted to confirm the situation.

But Song Qian seems to have misunderstood.

"Who's staring at you? I just don't know where I'm staring at while I'm eating, okay?"

Seeing her insincere expression, Su Chen laughed.

Suddenly I remembered what happened at my doorstep.

There's nothing you can't put here.