The heart of the king of the net pleases you

Chapter 91
In fact, she really wanted to ask him if he had the slightest affection for her during the ten years of knowing him, even if it was only a little bit.

But Qingqian knows that she has no position to ask this question now, even if she asks it, it will be meaningless to everyone now.

"Well, I don't have anything else to say." Qingqian shook her head, "I'm sorry to make you go all the way for such a sentence."

"You..." Atobe Keigo looked at Qingqian inexplicably.

"Go back quickly, Aunt Yumu and Uncle Shinichi have been waiting for a long time, be careful." Qingqian said in a low voice.

"Mmm..." Keigo Atobe glanced at Qingqian again, then turned and left.

Intuition told him that tonight's Qingqian Sakuraba was a little strange, but...it didn't seem to have anything to do with him.

"You want to be happy." Seeing Keigo Atobe's back gradually disappearing until the last shadow disappeared, Qingqian murmured softly, then turned and left.

"Everything to be done has been done, no regrets?" Ying Tingze leaned against the car and waited for Qingqian.

"En." Qingqian nodded heavily, then opened the car door and sat in.

"Mom, I'm going to invite Lin Fusu and Cilang to my house tomorrow." Qingqian smiled happily at Yingting Yuqing.

Yingting Yuqing was taken aback for a while, it had been a long time since she saw her daughter smile so innocently.

"Okay." Yingting Yuqing rubbed Qingqian's head: "How about Qingqian preparing food with mother and entertaining guests?"

"That might make mom suffer alone," Qingqian stuck out her tongue mischievously, "I'm going to Kanagawa tomorrow afternoon to find Ashu and abduct her to our house."

"Okay then, I'll suffer for my mother." Yingting Yuqing sighed.

"It's okay for my wife. After entertaining the guests tomorrow, I'll beat up Qingqian for you." Ying Tingze said without looking back while driving in front.

? ? ? , the shallow and fragile heart was hit by [-] points, mother is a treasure, and you are a grass?
Because Cilang has summer training in the tennis club in the afternoon, and Lin Fusu also has work in the afternoon, so Qingqian decided to hold the party in the evening.

In this way, Qingqian had enough time to torment Yingting Shuyu the next day.

Early the next morning, I made two plates of pastries in a leisurely manner, and after lunch, I set foot on the road to Kanagawa in a leisurely manner.

Because it was Saturday, Shu Yu was very busy inside when it was so clear and shallow.

Seeing this, Qingqian didn't bother, she just wandered around in the shop.

Yihua not only sells painting materials, but also allows some art lovers to paint here. Recently, Shu Yu also placed pens, inks, papers and inkstones here, allowing those guests who know calligraphy to practice their hands.

Qingqian had nothing to do, so she laid out a piece of rice paper and started writing.

Some time ago, Shu Yu didn't know why she became obsessed with "Yulin Ling", and clamored to teach her calligraphy by herself, and also wrote a copy for her, so I just happened to write it today.

Qingqian was escorted by Yingting Yuqing to practice calligraphy since she was a child, but she has practiced good calligraphy.

Between the flowing clouds and the flowing water, lines of elegant lower regular script with hairpin flowers appear vividly on the paper.

"After many years, it should be a good day and a good time. Even if there are thousands of styles..."

"Good word..."

Qingqian's hands trembled in shock from the sudden voice, and the last stroke was crooked, ruining the writing forcefully.

(End of this chapter)