Qian knows Qiuqiu quite well; he’s especially polite and tight-lipped, never gossiping about others’ privacy.
Telling Qiuqiu is the right move, so he can specifically guide Jingjing during their chats.
Apart from not having a man’s body, Qiuqiu is quite manly; if he had a man’s physique, he wouldn’t be any less than Yu Minglang.
By the way, where’s her Xiaoqiang? Qian turned her head to see Yu Minglang’s expression—oh dear, such a stern face... A descendant of Judge Bao.
Qian finished chatting with Qiuqiu and ca to find Yu Minglang.
She walked up to Yu Minglang, not imdiately extending her hand for him to hold, but instead sniffing around with her little nose.
"Part dog, are you?" Yu Minglang asked grumpily.
"I sll sothing sour; I could sll it from far away."
Yu Minglang scanned her up and down, "i, you’ve got quite the popularity; this young male student seems very close to you."
"You’re so jealous; why didn’t you stop it?"
"Am I the kind of man who goes back on his word? Am I the kind who doesn’t trust won? Am I—" Yu Minglang couldn’t continue; Qian’s gaze was too teasing.
"Alright, you did well; I’ll watch the late show with you when we get back." Qian expressed satisfaction with Xiaoqiang.
This jealous man has done well enough; at least he trusts her. A little silent jealousy can be understood.
"What late show? Didn’t you agree with Mr. Yu to stay at Mr. Yu’s place for two days?"
Mr. Yu is the family patriarch, worrying about everything. This ti, Qian and Yu Minglang ca not only to help Jingjing with her treatnt but also because Mr. Yu wanted Qian to check on Dong Yi’s situation.
The incident with Qian had been handled in textbook fashion by her and Yu Minglang, but Mr. Yu wasn’t sure how much Mr. Yu took away from their talk that day.
Now Mr. Yu would rather trust Qian than his emotionally oblivious second brother.
"Did you tell Mr. Yu about staying there?" Qian asked.
"Can’t get through by phone; maybe he’s still sky-high, enjoying himself. Our family’s only he enjoys like that; he’s go wild once he’s in the air."
Qian asked Yu Minglang, "Xiaoqiang, aren’t you curious about what’s up with Qiuqiu?"
Yu Minglang just had a dark face for a while but didn’t ask afterward, which Qian found unusual.
"Ask about what? You could fall for a Mohican-headed drifter like that? If you really did, I’d take you to get glasses; your prescriptions must be off, seeing people all wrong. I’ve got such a good man standing here; why look at him?"
Yu Minglang instinctively didn’t like n being too close to his i, but it didn’t an he didn’t trust her.
"Don’t judge a book by its cover; he dresses trendy, right? But he’s got a good heart—speaking of which, let share my experience: many trendy-dressed folks are quite introverted. They don’t like verbal communication but want self-expression through their style. They’re good friends to make."
"What kind of friends are you making as a married young woman?"
"...Stop inventing weird terms; married yet still a young woman?"
"If you want to be a woman, we’ll go over there now."
Qian followed Yu Minglang’s hand direction; a hotel... Special deal room for 50 yuan, visible from far away.
Comparing thick-skinnedness with him, Qian lost the contest.
Blushing for over ten seconds, Qian caught the playful look in his eyes, feeling quite unwilling.
She wickedly eyed Yu Minglang’s dangling arm.
"Yu Minglang, are you Superman?"
"What?"
"Superman can do push-ups with one hand. Can you? If you can, let’s go."
Yu Minglang, ever the academic, reacted in just three seconds, realizing he had one arm immobilized.
He was speechless in an instant, and Qian nudged her glasses, reminding herself to technically suppress this cold-faced drifter-like virgin!
Yu Minglang and Qian stared at each other, just then, a hand holding a key silently extended from behind.
Both Qian and Yu Minglang turned around.
The second brother who was supposedly unreachable, was one of those notorious for going wild in the skies, standing there holding Panpan in one arm and the key in the other, with Dong Yi awkwardly standing next to him holding food.
Who knows how long they stood there, how much they heard.
"Co to my place; save on hotel expenses—Qian, our youngest can indeed do single-arm push-ups."
The second brother just ca with Dong Yi and Panpan to get so food, unexpectedly seeing a brother and future sister-in-law who shouldn’t be in this city.
A cold-faced man suddenly saying this creates an unspoken shock.
Qian’s face instantly flushed.
When did the second brother appear!!!
Yu Minglang looked remorseful, swearing that Mr. Yu was completely sneaky, eavesdropping the whole ti, only to speak up at a key mont, yet giving the impression of being quite upright and serious.
Mr. Yu was marvelously despised by Mr. Yu.
"Our youngest, your alertness is poor right now. I’ve been standing behind you for a while, and you didn’t notice. What’s the term for this?"
When Mr. Yu speaks, it’s difficult for most to tell whether he’s joking seriously or if his thinking is innately different from normal people.
"Blinded by desire?" Dong Yi instinctively chid in.
She and Mr. Yu almost share the sa rhythm, appearing particularly introverted.
Even after speaking, they didn’t find it wrong, thus these two seed inconspicuous but silently slapped the academics’ faces hard.
Qian was practically mortified; all blad on shaless Yu Xiaoqiang!
"Second brother, in this dostic husband style with a son in one arm and groceries in the other, many people must have seen you coming this way. Didn’t anyone ask you for wedding candies?"
Yu Minglang retorted sarcastically, then smugly shot i a triumphant look as if to say, "See, brother avenged you."
"Stop speaking nonsense; I’m here to pick up Da Yi, and after a few days we’ll join you for your engagent party."
"Oh, isn’t that the day after tomorrow? What are you doing today, having bought all these groceries? Second brother, are you spending the night here?"
Dong Yi’s face turned red, while Mr. Yu, seemingly oblivious, gave Yu Minglang a calm glance.
"I’ll return to the office after eating; the other room’s for you and your fiancée, without any hotel charges."
"!!!" Our youngest was rendered speechless by his poker-faced brother.
Qian clasped Xiaoqiang’s arm, "Second brother is right, we don’t need hotel charges, we’re engaged anyway, so whatever... Oh, Da Yi, I have a nice high school classmate studying here, would you like to et?"
The second brother didn’t reply, but Yu Minglang released little fireworks inside.
i, well done!
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