Ye Qinqin looked at Song Yuyi, who looked helpless and depressed on the screen of his mobile phone.

"Brother Yi, if there is anything, you and I can send a message at any time."

"Okay, stay safe, if there's anything, don't come forward yourself. Whatever it is, I'm behind you. Song Yuyi told me a thousand times.

He was worried that he was not by Ye Qinqin's side.

Sometimes.

Unable to protect Ye Qinqin personally.

"Brother Yi, I will, don't worry, with Ah Jiu here, I don't need to come forward at all." Ye Qinqin comforted.

"Ah Jiu's ability is really good in the Song Clan's secret guard, anyway, I am just a sentence, nothing is as important as you to me." Song Yuyi was extremely serious.

Ye Qinqin's heart is warm.

He said softly: "Brother Yi, you too, you must protect yourself, with you, I can be unscrupulous."

Song Yu's eyes were shining and gentle.

Stick out your fingers.

across the screen.

Draw a heart-shaped pattern.

"Qinqin, don't worry, the sky is falling, and I will support you." Song Yuyi announced domineeringly.

Ye Qinqin smiled.

——

"Xiao Yi, your time has come, now is the time for me to talk to Qin Qin." Mother Song said loudly.

Ye Qinqin looked at Song Yuyi apologetically.

"Brother Yi, let's talk next time."

"Alas, Mom, it's true, you always rob me of you, and you don't look like a mother at all." Song Yuyi complained.

"Xiaoyi, my mother likes Qinqin, you always rob Qinqin with me, it's true, I don't look like a son at all." Mother Song did not hesitate to scold, shang, and Song Yuyi.

Song Yuyi's head was full of black lines.

He was helpless against Mother Song.

"Mom, I know, you and Qin Qin can rest." Song Yuyi sighed.

"Okay, I'm hanging up." Mother Song came to Ye Qinqin's side.

She picked up Ye Qinqin's mobile phone.

Face yourself.

"Goodbye, Xiaoyi." Mother Song stretched out her hand and waved goodbye happily to Song Yuyi, who looked unwilling on the screen.

Song Yuyi's heart was blocked.

I could only helplessly watch Song Mu hang up the phone.

Lonely nights are hard.

He could only hug and hold a photo of Ye Qinqin.

in order to have a good rest.

——

Ye Qinqin rested with Song's mother.

All night, Ye Qinqin listened to Mother Song's story about the sullenness in her heart.

saw Song's mother gradually falling asleep.

Ye Qinqin put his mind at ease.

Turn the volume of your phone to silent.

She was ready to rest.

The phone vibrated suddenly.

Ye Qinqin opened his scheming.

WeChat.

There was a message from Song Yuyi.

[Qinqin, good night, I miss you, remember to miss me. 】

Ye Qinqin pursed her lips and smiled.

Gently tap the keys on your phone.

Send a message.

[Brother Yi, good night, I miss you too. At the back, a series of heart patterns are emitted.

A second later.

A selfie photo of Song Yuyi was sent to Ye Qinqin's mobile phone.

In a selfie photo.

Song Yuyi sat leisurely on the bed.

Dressed in a snow-white bath and robe, his beautiful face shines with a scorching brilliance in the gentle light.

He looked up slightly.

The eyes that are as gentle as water and tender seem to pass through the photo.

Deep, deep gaze.

Penetrate the shackles of space.

came to Ye Qinqin's side.

Ye Qinqin's eyes lit up.

Quickly and carefully saved Song Yuyi's photos to the mobile phone album.

She knew that Brother Yi had never liked to let others see his pictures.

Even if someone secretly took pictures.

Unless with his consent.

Otherwise, the photos and camera tools will be destroyed without mercy.

She knows Brother Yi's character.

Therefore, in her mobile phone, there was never a photo of Brother Yi.