A Joyful Boy: From Meeting the Drunk Song Qian

If this had happened before...

Song Qian would definitely urge Su Chen to put Qiao Jingjing down as soon as possible, after all, there are differences between men and women.

but now.

After moving to a different city, Song Qian's personality changed, and she became more youthful.

She just wanted to know why Su Chen did this.

As for Qiao Jingjing's request for help.

Just ignore it.

"This girl only massaged me for half an hour to prevent him from escaping to his room. I had no other choice."

“After all, it’s been four hours for the two of you. I feel sorry for you. Even though there’s still one night left, what if you get too tired?”

These words seemed perfectly normal, but they made Song Qian blush, though Qiao Jingjing didn't notice.

"What do you mean, 'escape'? What kind of person do you take me for, Qiao Jingjing?"

"Who are you? You're the kind of person who even uses a voice changer when playing games."

Su Chen rolled her eyes.

Ignoring Qiao Jingjing's clamor, he took her to the kitchen.

At first, Qiao Jingjing was not used to it and kept making a fuss behind him, even causing trouble for Su Chen.

"If you cause any more trouble, don't blame me for being impolite."

"So what if you're impolite? You can't hit me, can you? You can't reach me~"

Qiao Jingjing hadn't even said a few words of boasting.

Suddenly I felt a pain all over my body.

Unbeknownst to them, Su Chen suddenly had a pointer in his hand.

Qiao Jingjing quickly rubbed it a couple of times, and said with great grievance, "Where did you get that pointer from? You're a pervert!"

Snapped! ~

Su Chen slapped behind him again.

Qiao Jingjing finally behaved herself, wrapping her arms around Su Chen's neck and pressing her face against the back of his neck.

Not moving at all.

The tip of her nose touched the back of her neck.

It feels a bit cold.

I could still faintly feel her breath, entering my back through my collar.

The sudden silence made Su Chen feel somewhat uneasy.

"What's wrong with you?"

"It's alright! Hurry up and cook your meal!"

Su Chen could tell that those words were squeezed out through clenched teeth, and that he was still very angry.

Even so, Qiao Jingjing still didn't cause any trouble.

"Could it be that the pointer worked? Then where exactly did I hit it?"

330: The living room isn't big enough, let's go back to the room.

In the next ten minutes or so.

Qiao Jingjing nestled against Su Chen's back like a newborn baby.

His head jutted over his shoulder.

They watched Su Chen's actions with curiosity.

"I was so focused on eating that I didn't realize he could cook so beautifully, like an artist."

Qiao Jingjing watched Su Chen cook.

I'm eager to try it.

But she quickly suppressed it.

Having never lifted a finger in the kitchen, she certainly knew how bad her skills were.

It's a bit unfair to say that even a dog wouldn't eat it.

Qiao Jingjing can still distinguish the deceptive thoughts that are transmitted through the mind.

In less than half an hour, Su Chen's four dishes and one soup were served.

"Sister Song, come and have dinner."

After calling out to Song Qian, Su Chen prepared to sit down, but then felt something was off.

Only then did he realize there was someone behind him.

They quickly untied the rope.

"Say something, I almost forgot about you."

Su Chen put Qiao Jingjing on the chair. This girl seemed to behave herself after the first couple of times, though.

He didn't even look when he was being banged on.

I just typed it randomly.

It seems like her speech has been silenced; she won't answer even when Su Chen asks her questions.

She just bit her lip and looked at him.

"What's wrong with you? You just bullied Jingjing, and now you're still messing with her during dinner?" Song Qian walked over from the living room.

See the situation of the two people.

I thought Su Chen was still teasing Qiao Jingjing.

He pulled up the other chair and couldn't help but complain.

"I was wronged this time."

"Well, I just don't want to talk..."

As soon as Qiao Jingjing opened her mouth, her face involuntarily turned red.

This made Song Qian look at Su Chen with even more curiosity, wondering what he had done.

But let's not even talk about Song Qian.

18 Even Su Chen didn't know what he had done, and he felt that Qiao Jingjing was acting strangely today.

A bit like...

Deng Xiaoqi?

As Su Chen and Song Qian took their seats.

Dinner will be served soon.

Today, Qiao Jingjing was focused solely on cooking and didn't say a word the entire time.

She remained silent throughout, even while Su Chen and Song Qian were present.

It's just about eating quietly.

In less than half an hour, the meal was over, and Qiao Jingjing quickly ran back to her room.

Immediately afterwards, a sentence came from inside.

"Sister Song... could you please press the buttons for me for the rest of the time?"

"Okay!~"

After agreeing, Song Qian looked at Su Chen and asked, "What did you do to Jingjing? Why does his voice sound different?"

"It's nothing, it's just that he wasn't cooperative at first, so I hit him with a pointer."

"To be precise, it should be two times."

Su Chen made a few simple gestures, mainly because he couldn't see what was behind him, and just slapped himself twice behind him.

"Is this the one you use in class?"

Su Chen nodded.

"What have you been doing with the tools you used in class?" Song Qian couldn't help but roll her eyes.

They can apply teaching tools to their daily lives.

This guy is quite an oddball.

"But did hitting her twice make her so obedient?" Song Qian's face flushed slightly.

"Who knows, maybe it was the fear of being ruled by the teacher when he was in school that was awakened."