It's night.

Qiao Muqi, who returned to the room, stood still on the balcony for a long time. There seemed to be her singing voice faintly in my ears.

This situation can be waited, he recited it silently, looking at the vast night. I remember her singing "waitingforyou" to herself. He smiled.

This sentence should be right for him to say to her. From the first time she saw her, she smiled at him, and she called him senior. He knew that between the two of them, the only person waiting for him would be.

"This situation can be waited, this situation can be waited...... Qiao Muqi savored these four words.

He chuckled again, "I hope it's worth the wait." ”

Love at first sight? Before he met her, he saw it as a joke. After meeting her, he believed in fate and was willing to sink.

Heaven did not give them the right age, and they were four years apart. That being the case, he insisted on the unfairness of time giving. Wait for her to grow up, wait for her to grow up......

At the age of seventeen, he thought about it. What a wonderful age. Youth, youth, the season of spring rain, the synonym of this age is given in the mind.

He didn't sleep well that night. Tossing and turning until dawn.

At noon the next day.

Rong Wanqi sat on the dining chair and laughed happily.

"Late seven, what are you laughing at? Can't eat well? Father Rong asked with a smile.

"Thinking about how to exploit someone!" Rong Wanqi did not hide his thoughts.

"Someone?" Father Rong smiled and looked at the so-called someone. Although Qiao Muqi still didn't have much emotion on his face, the tenderness in the depths of his eyes couldn't escape his eyes.

"How is it exploited, late seven?" Father Rong then asked, feeling that Rong Wanqi's answer would definitely be unexpected.

Sure enough, Rong Wanqi's answer made everyone present spray rice.

"Hey, hey." Rong Wanqi smiled grimly.

"Peeling cramps! Hehe......" Rong Wanqi joked and always used words indiscriminately, and everything was as happy as she pleased. Many times, she speaks without other meanings, but others will hear other meanings.

Rong's father and mother looked at Qiao Muqi in unison. Black lines were crossed on his face, and Rong Wanqi meant...... To skin someone and pull someone's tendons......

Qiao Muqi calmly picked up the glass and took a sip of water. The narrow eyes looked at the little people around him.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

Father and Mother Rong both held their breath, they both felt that things had changed too quickly.

Are you sure? Rong Wanqi looked at Qiao Muqi, now, of course I'm not sure......

"Wait." Rong Wanqi was stunned and spit out three words.

Rong's father and mother let out a breath, and looked at Qiao Muqi, who was a little disappointed, with a smile. Although there were not many fluctuations on his face, they could still see the fleeting disappointment and forbearance.

"So what are you thinking about now! Eat well! Qiao Muqi frowned slightly, her voice was a little annoyed, this girl was always so surprised.

"Eat and eat, don't even think about it! Hum! Rong Wanqi muttered in a low voice.

After lunch, Rong Wanqi returned to his bedroom, lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling, as if thinking about something.

However, he couldn't withstand the call of Zhou Gong, and fell asleep in a daze.

Rong Wanqi woke up very quietly, looking at the familiar ceiling. His eyes moved, and he saw the man next to him.

He sat on the edge of his bed, and Rong Wanqi rolled his eyes to look at Qiao Muqi. The man's eyelashes moved imperceptibly, and he slowly turned his head to catch her eyes accurately.

The two looked at each other, Qiao Muqi lowered her head and kissed her, and her voice was low: "Evening seven, you are mine." ”

Rong Wanqi's heartstrings touched fiercely.