Girlfriend's Fortune

Chapter 499 Chapter 490 Eight: The Boy
"Miss Song, the pies you made that day were very delicious. My mother also tried to make them today. Let me share some with you."

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, dressed in green clothes, with a slender figure, fair and elegant, and upright, looked at her with a hint of shyness on his face, and passed the bowl in his hand forward.

Those hands are white and tender, with slender fingers, the kind of hands of a scholar who have never done common things.

Song Qiu felt a strange feeling in his heart, but he couldn't express it for a moment.

"Then thank you, Aunt Dou." She reached out to take it, "I'll give you the bowl."

As he spoke, he turned and went into the kitchen to put the cake away, and took out an empty bowl and handed it to Dialect.

Dialect answered, but stood still in place, his expression was a little awkward, and his face became even redder. He opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't say it after a long time of deliberation.

Seeing that the person didn't leave, Song Qiu couldn't close the door at all, but she couldn't stand still if the person stayed silent for a long time, right?

He said: "I have to go in for dinner, Mr. Fang, come back."

After that, turn around and go in.

"Miss Song!" Fang Yan shouted hastily.

Song Qiu turned his head and asked with his eyes: What else is there?

"That, I..."

"Aqiu!"

Two voices resounded back and forth, the latter one interrupting the previous one, from far to near.

Song Qiu raised her eyes, and saw Li Yang coming from the alley at a brisk pace, subconsciously, she smiled, "Brother Li Yang!"

As soon as Dialect mustered up the courage to say something, he was blocked back.

He looked at Song Qiu's smiling face, and followed her gaze to see the young man striding forward.

The young man was tall and mighty, full of masculinity, and there seemed to be a trace of murderousness between his brows and eyes, which made people feel disappointed.

Dialect subconsciously took a step back.

From afar, Li Yang saw a man talking to Song Qiu. The man was tall and slender. When he got close, he saw that the man was as white as a woman, and his heart tightened immediately.

Ah Qiu likes the ones that look white. He has been fighting enemies in the battlefield for the past two months, and after being exposed to the wind, frost and sun, he has turned darker and rougher.

A strong sense of crisis invaded, he strode forward, walked over in a few steps, walked to Song Qiu's side, looked at the opposite dialect: "Aqiu, this is?"

"This is the neighbor next door." Song Qiu responded, and immediately said, "You haven't eaten, have you? I just cooked the meal, and I also made sweet and sour pork ribs. I'm waiting for you!"

next door neighbor?
Li Yang puffed out his chest subconsciously, um, he was standing next to Ah Qiu, and this kid was standing opposite.

They are all neighbors, that's different, he watched Ah Qiu grow up together!

Hearing the latter words again, Li Yang immediately grinned, "I didn't eat or eat! I just came back to eat! Made my favorite sweet and sour pork ribs? Oops! I'm craving it!"

"Let's go! Let's go in and eat!" As he said, he dragged Song Qiu to the door.

Seeing that he was smiling like the second idiot, Song Qiu was inexplicably amused, and felt a little puffy in his heart, and was dragged into it without hesitation.

"Miss Song..." the dialect shouted eagerly from behind.

Song Qiu turned around and said quickly, "Young Master Fang, go back and eat!"

Looking at the dialect's expression again, she had a flash of inspiration in her heart, and suddenly understood where the weirdness just now came from.

She had read a lot of campus romance novels in her previous life. Ever since she was adolescence, she had fantasized about having a fair, clean, gentle and tall boyfriend. Later, she talked with two of them, and they were also of this type.

It's a pity that it didn't last long. Later, when she got older, it was time to start a family. The family asked her to go on a blind date, and she subconsciously wanted to find this type of person.

She thinks she likes this type.

But when she saw the white, clean and tall thin dialect, she didn't feel moved at all.

Here's where it gets weird.

But when she saw Li Yang, who was masculine and masculine, her heart throbbed.

She looked down and saw Li Yang's big hand unconsciously pulled her wrist into it, but she didn't have the consciousness to pull it back.

Maybe it's because grandma always mentions Li Yang intentionally or unintentionally, or maybe it's because she knows Li Yang too well, and it's easy to get along with her, or it's because of the Lantern Festival night.

In short, it seems that there is something, and it gradually becomes different.

Song Qiu twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, but it didn't stop this feeling from growing and spreading.

Li Yang pulled Song Qiu into the room, seeing that Song Qiu didn't let go of his hand, he was secretly happy, turned his head and glanced at the dialect provocatively, as if swearing his sovereignty.

This kid didn't hide the bird at the first glance. He likes Ah Qiu?
A little boy, wanting to rob him of Aqiu?
There are no doors!There are no windows either!

Fang Yan watched the two people go in like this, the door closed slowly, and his expression couldn't help but feel disappointed.

Who is that man?

Why do you call Miss Song's boudoir name so closely?

Still holding Miss Song's hand?
Miss Song is already engaged?

He went home lonely, and as soon as he entered the door, Mrs. Dou was watching him from the door.

"I asked Ah Xiang to deliver it. Why did you take this job? Didn't you read in the room?"

Dialect concealed his expression, "My eyes are sore, I just came out for a walk."

Dou closed the door, walked in, let her son follow her, and said after entering the house: "I am your mother, I don't know what you are thinking?"

"Yesterday, I met Miss Song at the door. You didn't look right at her."

"Mother knows that you heard what my father and I said, but you only listened to the first part, not the latter!

This Miss Song is good in all aspects, she is also handsome, and has a good temper. I can't pick the second one in the whole Hairpin Alley. I like it too, and I want to say that I will be your daughter-in-law. "

"But I inquired. Her parents are gone, and they all died of illness. Our family cannot marry this bereaved daughter."

"Don't think about it anymore, Mother entrusted your aunt, she will definitely give you a good look, you can rest assured, will Mother still harm you?"

Dialect is sixteen this year, after the Chinese New Year, Mrs. Dou said that he will start seeing him this year, young Mu Ai, he is also fantasizing about his future wife and looking forward to getting married.

Two days ago, he overheard his parents talking about Miss Song next door, and he was taken aback, thinking that this was the girl his parents were going to tell him, so he secretly avoided it.

Before yesterday, he had seen Miss Song.

Miss Song is petite and exquisite, with exquisite and regular features and elegant temperament.

This is the girl in his heart.

Unfortunately, Niang didn't intend to tell him Miss Song.

What a bereaved daughter.

He wanted to say he didn't mind.

He just likes Miss Song.

But the words of the matchmaker are the order of the parents.

Besides, Miss Song seems to be engaged.

He said sullenly, "Miss Song is engaged."

When Dou heard this, she didn't expect that at first she just thought Miss Song was nice, but she didn't ask if she was engaged.

Fortunately, fortunately, she didn't intend to.

Otherwise, if they rashly invite someone to propose a marriage, and they get engaged, and the news of this alley spreads, then their family will lose face, and it will affect their son to see another family again.

Fortunately, it's good to be engaged, so that my son won't give up.

Young Muai, it will be fine if you pass.

Her expression softened, "Yan'er, don't worry, mother will give you a better match."

(End of this chapter)