It's so sweet, the little uncle is addicted to her

"Baby, are you done with the exam at four o'clock in the afternoon?" Yan Shang parked the car in the school, turned around and tied a scarf on Lin Qin.

"Yeah." Lin Qin leaned on the armrest between the seats, got up and kissed him, and was about to get out of the car.

Yan Shang took her hand: "Grandpa called yesterday and asked us to go back. How about leaving after dinner?"

"This afternoon?" So anxious?
Lin Qin glanced at the time, pushed open the car door, and said casually, "Then if you're not busy in the afternoon, go home and pack your luggage, and you can go back tomorrow. I'll be leaving first, and I have to get in early."

"it is good."

Yan Shang lowered the car window, looked at the direction she was leaving, and was silent for a while, until the temperature in the car dropped and the cold wind made his ears stiff before he came back to his senses and drove away.

It has been two months since I was separated from the bedroom by the child.

Lin Qin seemed to regain his composure after struggling for a few days. He was intimate with him as usual, gradually adapting to the change of state of mind brought about by being a lover, and only stopped doing anything "out of bounds".

Yan Shang breathed a sigh of relief for the first few days, but after a long time, something went wrong all over his body.

I have seen the little girl clinging to him so delicately and sticky, and her beautiful eyes showing a malicious look, no matter how I look at it now, I feel that she is alienated from me.

Even if she expressed her liking more actively and frequently, it still couldn't cover up the depression in Yan Shang's heart.

But that boundary was drawn by him himself, so he could only smash his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.

Yan Shang went back to the company to arrange work, adjust the itinerary, rushed home to pack his luggage, prepared vegetables and put them in the steamer, and then returned to school to pick up people.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Lin Qin got into the co-pilot, and only then did he have time to wonder about Uncle Yan's rush back to Yu Town.

Yan Shang's eyes flashed, he stretched out his hand to test the temperature of the child's hand, and said jokingly: "I've left you at home for almost a year, the old man must miss you, send you back quickly when you have time, and let me give it to my grandpa and grandma." Make a good impression."

"Really." Lin Qin nodded lightly, not sure if he believed it, but lowered his head to look at his phone.

Yan Shang glanced at her from the corner of his eye from time to time, and didn't say much on the way.

Lin Qin flipped through the news.

More than half a month ago, Jiang Lei mentioned that "Unbounded" had entered the testing stage and needed to add some new materials. At that time, it was in time for the final exam week, so he postponed the official start of work until tonight.

She received the next 10,000+ word new dungeon story and setting collection, and she didn't put down her phone on the way home or on the way back to Yu Town.

Yan Shang was worried about something and didn't say much. The car drove into Yu Town smoothly and arrived at the destination before nine o'clock in the evening.

This small building of the Lin family is a self-built Chinese-style villa. It occupies a small area, but the scenery in the courtyard is very uniquely taken care of by the old couple.

It's already winter, and the cold-resistant potted plants neatly arranged by the wall are still quite vigorous. Entering the living room, the flowers and plants in the conservatory are even more vigorous.

Lin Qin took the key and opened the door to enter. The old couple who were watching the TV series realized that their granddaughter had returned home. They leaned back in unison and stood up with an ouch.

"Qinqin, Xiao Yan, why are you back now? Have you had dinner yet? I'm going to cook some noodles." Lin Shuliang clapped his hands, and walked quickly to the kitchen without waiting for anyone to stop him.

Qiao Rulan greeted the two of them to sit down, with a look of disgust on their faces but an affectionate tone: "Yesterday, your grandpa just asked casually on the phone. Didn't it happen that you just realized that you didn't come back this year when you found out that Chinese New Year is coming soon? Come here, are you tired?"

"I'm not tired. I just finished the final exam today. Uncle Yan is coming back." Lin Qin leaned over to pour water from the kettle on the tea table, and raised his eyebrows slightly when handing it to Yan Shang.

Yan Shang: "Wai...cough, Auntie, it's my fault for not bringing Qinqin back for a year. It just so happens that her semester is over, so let's come back and stay for a few more days."

"That's a good relationship." Qiao Rulan was still very reluctant to part with her little granddaughter, and touched Lin Qin's waist-length black hair, feeling much more at ease in her heart, and said pleasantly, "Xiao Yan, Qinqin has done a lot for you with you." Trouble?"

"It's nothing." Yan Shang quickly put down his glass before taking a sip of water, "As far as the relationship between our two families is concerned, I should take care of Qinqin. You talk to Qinqin, and I'll go and help my uncle. "

"You are tired from driving back, don't go, you two chat with me together!"

After the noodles were ready, each of them ate a small bowl of vegetable and egg noodles. The old couple cleaned up Lin Qin's bedroom and guest room, and went back to their rooms to rest.

Lin Qin hadn't packed her luggage and belongings by herself for a long time, and she was a little dazed when she opened the suitcase.

Staring at the neatly arranged daily necessities for a while, he quickly took a shower and washed up, and left the room in his pajamas.

Yan Shang came back to his room from the bathroom, walked in the door and raised his eyes, right in front of the little girl in thin clothes sitting by the bed waiting for him.

"Baby, put on your coat quickly."

"No more." Lin Qin came over to hug him, raised her head and kissed his lips.

Yan Shang's throat tightened, he threw the bath towel on the chair, and wrapped his big hands around the little girl's waist to bring her into bed.

"Is it cold, baby?" He hugged Lin Qin with his hands and feet, and his scorching body temperature quickly raised the temperature in the bed.

Lin Qin was short of breath, managed to get some distance away, put one hand on Yan Shang's chest, and stared at him without saying a word.

"What, what's the matter baby?" Yan Shang made a swallowing movement impatiently, suppressing all the thoughts that were about to move.

Lin Qin stared at him in silence, her dark and bright pupils showed a sense of oppression.

"Baby?" Yan Shang's whole body froze, for fear of making one more movement that would annoy her.

"En." Lin Qin responded shallowly, his eyes slipped from his eyes, straightened his nose, lowered his eyes to his lips, and asked in a low voice, "Uncle, do you have any other purpose for bringing me back?"

"What, for what purpose?" Yan Shang felt a burst of dry mouth, and the strings in his mind were tense.

"I'm asking you." Lin Qin said lightly.If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. According to Uncle Yan's behavior pattern, it must not be as simple as just bringing her back to see grandpa and grandma.

Yan Shang held the finger pressed against his chest, carefully removed it, took the opportunity to get close to kiss her, and replied vaguely: "I just came back to see grandpa and grandma."

Lin Qin: "..." You better be.

……

The old couple had the habit of getting up early, and just after six o'clock, the sound of Guqin could already be heard from the piano room on the first floor.

Lin Qin yawned and went downstairs, and was called to check if his skills had deteriorated.

It wasn't until Yan Shang got up and prepared breakfast with the old man that he rescued the unhappy child.

"Did you practice piano every day at home?" Yan Shang asked with his head bowed half a step behind Lin Qin.

"Every week." Lin Qin said concisely.

Yan Shang habitually served her porridge, placed the bowls and chopsticks, sat down next to her, and peeled a salted duck egg, separated the yolk, and ate the white by himself.

The two elderly people on the opposite side watched the whole process, and Mr. Lin said slowly: "Xiao Yan, are you usually so used to Qinqin?"