The heart of the king of the net pleases you

Chapter 681

"Do you feel a little embarrassed?" Yushi Shinozu glanced at Qingqian and started the car.

"Hehe." Qingqian twitched the corner of her mouth in embarrassment, and glanced at Yushi Ninzu.

"The memory is so bad," Yushi Ninzu shook his head, and complained, "I don't think you paid attention at all. You can forget things like gifts, and you can't remember them after so many days."

Qingqian just smiled and said nothing, because she found that what Yuji Ninzu said had some truth.

"I think if a bag of snacks were left in my car today," Yushi Ninzu snorted, "You think you'll call me that night and ask me to send it back to you."

"Of course, some snacks can only be stored for one day, and they will go bad if you don't eat them." Qingqian said it as a matter of course.

Ninja Yushi complained: "We Qianqian are really foodies, a bag of snacks is more important than a gift."

Qingqian frowned, annoyed: "Are you fighting for Keigo Atobe?"

Shinobu Yushi was stunned, swallowed, what to do, what to do... Qingqian seemed very serious...

"I didn't..." Yushi Ninzu argued, "I'm fighting for you."

"Oh?" Qingqian raised her eyebrows, and casually tore open the potato chips that Ninzu Yushi put on the car: "Let's hear it."

"Kego Atobe is too much!" Shinobu Yushi was like a grass on the wall, and he would fall wherever the wind blows: "How can I make you so troublesome? I'll beat him up for you later."

Qingqian bit the quick potato chips, giggled twice: "Brother, why didn't I find out about one thing before?"

"What's the matter?" Shinobu Yushi raised his eyebrows and glanced at Qingqian.

"You can really act." Qingxiao said with a smile: "Just like you, if you don't form a group and perform a sketch, your talent will be wiped out."

Shinobu Yushi raised his eyebrows lightly, and touched his face. Standing on Xiaojing's side, he had to bear Qianqian's anger, but standing on Qianqian's side, he still had to be ridiculed. Hey, being a human is actually quite difficult.

Atobe Keigo had already received a private letter from Yushi Ninzu, and was waiting at home excitedly.

"King Wu, calm down." Atobe Tamaki leaned on the sofa and blew on his new manicure, and glanced at his son speechlessly.

Atobe Keigo glanced at Atobe Tamaki, and continued to look in the direction of the gate.

"You said you waited so anxiously that Qingqian could come earlier?" Atobe Tamaki's greatest joy recently is not only doing a beautiful manicure, but also hitting his proud and poor son all the time.

Atobe Keigo still didn't speak, and this time he didn't even want to look at Atobe Tamaki.

"Now you know it's not easy to wait for someone?" Atobe Tamaki took a sip of tea gracefully: "Qianqian always waited for you to go home like this before."

Atobe Keigo's figure froze, and he closed his eyes.

"Why don't you talk anymore?" Atobe Tamaki chuckled, "Do you think what you said for your mother is very reasonable?"

"Mummy..." Atobe Keigo couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Can you be quiet?"

Atobe Tamaki met his son's sad eyes, and hooked the corners of his lips: "You brat dare to treat me with such an attitude, let's see how I deal with you!"

After speaking, Atobe Tamaki threw a pillow over.

Keigo Atobe's excellent motor nerves, when there is an object coming towards him, he has a conditioned reflex to hit the pillow back with his backhand.

(End of this chapter)