"Qin Dashao, oops, congratulations, this rumor is really about to spread out of the capital."

Yun Xiangyue's tone was so stiff that it was easy to make people want to beat him.

"Looks like you're having a good time." Qin Weizhou's tone was cold.

Yun Xiangyue: "No, no, no, it's a good day coming, but you, it's trouble, I heard that you just went through the formalities in Zhongsheng, set a contract, and announced that you were separated from the golden bachelor, and the second elder of the Qin family sent you a fake daughter-in-law, tsk, isn't your sister-in-law jealous?" It's pathetic. ”

Yun Songyue is still taking revenge on him for the last time he gave him to the blue hat, Qin Weizhou shook his head, then he will also do this trick.

However, Qin Tong is indeed a bit like a dog skin plaster, spreading the scandal between him and Ling Xihua at this time, and he is not afraid that the Ling family will be unhappy.

Otherwise, the Ling family also agreed, did they still want to force him to leave and marry Ling Xihua again?

"Huh! Talking to you, is my sister-in-law angry? It's all in the headlines! The eldest young master of the Qin family and the eldest lady of the Ling family got married? ”

Qin Weizhou frowned, he basically didn't take interviews, didn't have any covers, and ordinary reporters didn't dare to break out photos of him and Ling Xihua, so Chinese New Year's Eve definitely didn't know now.

As soon as I looked up, I saw Song Chinese New Year's Eve coming out of the exit.

"Shut up."

Yun Xiangyue: "What's the matter—hey?" Feed?? ”

Song Chinese New Year's Eve wore a mask, just bowed his head and sent a message to Qin Weizhou, and when he looked up, he saw that people were already standing in front of him.

She was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled and hugged the person.

Qin Weizhou raised his hand to press her waist, and hugged her tighter.

"Let's go, I'll have this morning's vacation, enough for us to go back and have lunch."

"Hmm."

Qin Weizhou let go of the person, pulled the box and another bag with one hand, pulled her with the other, and turned around and walked in the direction of the car.

Suddenly heard Song Chinese New Year's Eve, "Teacher Qin, I miss you too." ”

Qin Weizhou held her hand tightly and put the box into the trunk.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve was still not very satisfied with how he didn't react, raised his hand and snatched the small bag, "This doesn't need to be put behind." ”

Qin Weizhou nodded, and as soon as the two people got into the car, Song Chinese New Year's Eve closed the door, Qin Weizhou's hand didn't know where to press, Song Chinese New Year's Eve leaned directly to flatten, she didn't react at all, only felt that her back was light, and the whole person was pounced.

The mask was hooked to the chin by his fingers, the domineering masculine aura rushed to his face, and Song Chinese New Year's Eve was pinched and kissed by him on his lips, which was a long drive without a prelude...

When Song Chinese New Year's Eve caught a time to breathe, she couldn't speak, she buried her head, "You, wait, wait..."

Qin Weizhou's hand passed under her waist, and he didn't know when he pulled out the clothes that were pressed into her pants, and his warm palms pressed against her delicate flesh.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve unconsciously arched up, the tight muscle lines were constantly copied by the fingertips, the free electric shock made her to the brink of collapse, and only after realizing that her words just now seemed a little powerful for a man who had not seen him for several days and had not had good self-control.

"Qin, Teacher Qin~I'm hungry and I want to eat~"

Qin Weizhou kissed her on the cheek, and it was very useful to be coquettish about writing, but when he remembered that it was only a little more than ten o'clock at this time, his eyes suddenly turned a little colder.

"Didn't eat breakfast?"

Qin Weizhou pushed away a little, looked at Song Chinese New Year's Eve stunned for a moment, and then blinked, avoiding his gaze, and said weakly, "Eat... A little..."

Xiao Song felt bitter, why didn't Mr. Qin bring glasses...

Qin Weizhou stared at him like that, Song Chinese New Year's Eve felt that he was almost shrinking in a pressure cooker, under high pressure, he could only repeat his old skills, hug him with a pitiful look, and constantly drill his head in front of his chest. "It's okay to drink some water, right~"