"Qinqin, close your eyes." Song Yuyi held Ye Qinqin's wrist.

Ye Qinqin closed his eyes tightly.

Song Yuyi took Ye Qinqin to the center of the campus playground.

"Qinqin, you can open it now."

Magnetic and elegant voice, reserved and dignified.

Ye Qinqin slowly opened his eyes.

Suddenly, like a lightning strike, he looked at his eyes in surprise.

An elegant retro palace house, with pink, lime yellow, and sky blue flowers exuding a fragrance that attracts fluttering butterflies. The sarong, which is as thin as a cicada's wings, sways lightly with the breeze.

Two rows of master chefs in white chef suits greet them with smiles.

Behind him, on the white dining table, there are all kinds of delicate snacks.

The eye-catcher is a one-story one-story milk cake with red cherries in the middle of the room.

The red, yellow and blue cream is engraved: Qinqin Hut.

Ye Qinqin was stunned.

She looked at Song Yuyi in confusion.

"Your hut is the most dazzling presence in the Morning Light Festival." Song Yuyi is tender.

Ye Qinqin smiled.

The slender, curly butterfly-like jet-black lashes trembled gently.

The bright eyes shimmered with crystal clear tears.

Under the high bridge of the nose.

The cherry red lips fluttered slightly.

In front of me, it was like a sweet dream.

It's dreamy, and she can't believe it's real.

All along, she buried the pain deep in her heart.

Daddy is in a car accident and Mommy is missing.

The Ye business, which was founded by his father, was occupied by his uncle.

was slandered by Ye Xiaoshan.

Suicide, medicine, self-harm, persecution, stealing, all the ugly things were planted on her head.

It's useless to argue.

She just needs to have a clear conscience.

Song Yuyi's eyes were filled with deep affection.

Eyes look at each other.

Words are superfluous.

"Qinqin." Song Yuyi lovingly stretched out her hand and wiped away the sparkle in Ye Qinqin's eyes, "I will always be with you." ”

Gentle fingers, careful.

Fear of pushing a little harder.

It hurt Ye Qinqin.

When the skin touches, it's obviously a little cold.

But the slightest warmth seeps into the bottom of my heart.

Ye Qinqin nodded lightly.

Stretched out his arms and hugged Song Yuyi's waist tightly.

Whimpered in a low voice, "Brother Yi, I will always be with you, unless, you don't like me." ”

Song Yuyi held her hands tightly.

Pressed tightly to his chest.

Let Ye Qinqin feel his heartbeat.

"Loving you is the happiness of my life."

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The campus of Dongyang School is boiling hot.

The most eye-catching palace retro-style house turned out to be Ye Qinqin's Qinqin hut.

It's jaw-dropping.

The girls told each other.

The boy stood aside, confused.

"Hey, Ye Qinqin wasn't rated as the worst last year, I thought she wouldn't have participated this year."

"Then will you vote for Qinqin Hut? I really want to eat the dim sum from Qinqin Cottage! ”

"Cute and delicate dim sum, I heard that it is made by the top Ailianfang chef in Dongyang City, the dim sum there is the most expensive in Dongyang City, I usually don't want to buy it at all, only on my birthday, I will be ruthless to buy a small cake." ……

"For the sake of the dim sum of Love Workshop, I decided to vote for Qinqin Hut." The girl said loudly and rushed to the Qinqin hut.

In front of the Qinqin hut, four sturdy men in white casual clothes held delicate red wooden boxes in their hands.

Shouting: "A vote, you can get a snack." ”

Qinqin Cottage is crowded with girls who want to get snacks from Love Workshop.

Ballots one by one, put them in delicate red wooden boxes.

The aroma of temptation was pervasive, and the boys couldn't resist it, so they exchanged their votes for snacks in Qinqin Hut.