After Song Ziyan made a big detour, he finally found the villa area where Qi Moyue's house was located, but he was stopped outside by the security guard.

Song Ziyan sat on the suitcase, pitifully waiting for Qi Moyue to pick her up.

Qi Moyue was wearing a loose black sweatshirt and slacks, no glasses, and Song Ziyan almost didn't recognize him when he first came out.

Damn! It's too casual, isn't it, is this the standard for a domineering president?

Song Ziyan thought about his eldest brother's usual outfit, at a glance, except for the suit, he silently affirmed Qi Moyue's outfit, comfort is very important.

Song Ziyan, who was also wearing his own black sweatshirt and small shorts, saw Qi Moyue wearing the same color as himself, and jumped up and hooked his shoulder, but Qi Moyue was still a bit tall for Song Ziyan.

Song Ziyan didn't hook it, so he withdrew his hand embarrassedly and said, "It's worthy of being my brother in life and death, they all wear the same color, what a fate." ”

Qi Moyue helped Song Ziyan pull the suitcase: "It's very fateful." ”

A few students who passed by Qi Moyue's villa area discussed in a whisper: This couple is really eye-catching.

Song Ziyan has good ears, and when he heard it, he wanted to explain, but he was pulled by Qi Moyue.

Qi Moyue smiled at the students, took Song Ziyan by the hand and left.

Song Ziyan said: "Why don't you let me explain, we are pure socialist brotherhood!" ”

Qi Moyue looked at Song Ziyan with a puzzled look and said, "The more you smear, the darker it gets, it's impossible to say." ”

Song Ziyan looked at Qi Moyue, who explained softly, and was stunned, this man's side face is too handsome! The silhouette is too good, isn't it? The voice is too gentle, isn't it? Mom, he's going to fall!!

It's a pity, Ye is an unmarried!

Qi Moyue stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Song Ziyan: "Why are you staying?" ”

"No, no, no!" Song Ziyan hurriedly explained: "I just think that you are not six years older than me, although I am very smart, but I still don't think as thoughtful as you!" ”

sighed, it shouldn't be seen that the master was fascinated just now! But Qi Moyue's hands are also very good-looking.

Although Song Yiyang and Yin Xieyi are also very handsome, Song Yiyang is more suave and suave, which is very sassy to put it bluntly, while Yin Xieyi is more stable, so steady that Song Ziyan is no longer sensitive.

Like Qi Moyue, who is stable but can be very relaxed, with glasses and the feeling of a handsome ruffian like a scumbag, he is also very exquisite, which really fits the appetite of Song Ziyan, a Yan dog.

But Qi Moyue was not very happy: "Do you think I'm much older than you?" ”

Song Ziyan was stunned: "Ah, why do you say that?" ”

"You just said it yourself." Qi Moyue said.

What did I say? Song Ziyan recalled what he had just said, and wanted to say that Qi Moyue was more stable and six years older than him, and whispered: "Why do boys pay so much attention to age!" ”

Qi Moyue: "Huh? ”

Then Song Ziyan blew a rainbow fart at Qi Moyue, the kind of rainbow fart that does not repeat words, all the way to the door of Qi Moyue's house.

After opening the door, Qi Moyue did not immediately take Song Ziyan in, but recorded her fingerprints and gave her a key.

"Welcome home!"

Qi Moyue carried Song Ziyan's box, took Song Ziyan directly to the room prepared for her, and told her to clean up first, and then take her to visit.

Song Ziyan didn't actually bring much with her, because she felt that she was just here to take a photo and make a card, and she would finish cleaning up after a while.

But she didn't know that she had entered either a tiger's mouth or a wolf's den!

When she comes, it is not so simple to leave completely, and taking pictures for Yin Yi and Chen Wenci in the future will make her feel a fear of being dominated by nails.