Runaway daughter: Sir, want to hug

Chapter 1

Gorgeous and heavy velvet curtains covered the windows airtightly, and the dim light shone on the handsome, pale face on the bed.

At the head of the bed stood a tall and straight figure, facing the person on the bed, bending his neck at a respectful and resolute angle.

"Don't worry, I will find that child and raise her to be a real princess!" He paused, his tone softened, "You will be fine, Your Majesty the Duke."

"Then, please, Yun Chen..." The man on the bed sighed.

His cheeks and lips were bloodless, but his dark eyes were bright, like stars at the end of the far sky that refused to be extinguished.

China, a large coastal city.

"Just in this summer/Wrapped in the green wind/Meet the lost prince/Tell me which port/I can go to the most free place..."

On the sidewalk at the intersection of a busy street, a girl with a round face, big eyes, sixteen or seventeen years old is holding an electric guitar in her arms, playing and singing, stepping on the beat, her body is dancing enthusiastically, with dyed ponytail hair, in the sun Raised a rainbow.

At the end of the song, she put on a sweet smile, her eyes fluttered, and she asked loudly to the surrounding crowd: "Everyone, uncles and aunts, brothers and sisters, do you want me to sing another song for you?"

"One more! One more!"

The onlookers were very supportive, amidst the noise of drums, coins and banknotes were thrown into the guitar case at the girl's feet.

"Thank you everyone! Next, I will sing another song - "17-year-old Lolita"!"

Qin Qing announced loudly, smiling brightly and slyly.

What a bumper harvest this afternoon!

I sneaked out to sell and sing during the summer vacation, and earned about 4000 yuan, enough for two months' rent, right?

Really annoying!
I have lived well for more than ten years, and suddenly a ghost is demolished!

Qin Qing cursed in her stomach, quickly put aside her bad mood, flicked her ponytail, and slid her fingers across the strings of the piano, throwing out a series of enthusiastic melodies, ready to sing.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the crowd: "No, sister, the city management is here!"

Qin Qing's expression changed.

This is the voice of the sugar blower uncle ten meters away. They have been "good neighbors" for most of the summer vacation.

The uncle is a very nice person, and he taught Qin Qing the rules of performing arts on the street, and the most important one is - the urban management is here, run immediately!
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! That's all for today, please come back tomorrow!"

After the crowd dispersed, she quickly squatted down to pack her things, and stuffed the money in the box into plastic bags one by one.

Suddenly, someone above the head spoke.

"Hi, you sing very well, did you practice it?"

The sound is soft, clear and comfortable to the ears.

So Qin Qing raised her head and glanced at it in her busy schedule, and was immediately taken aback.

Standing in front of him is a man in a white shirt and jeans?boy?
He wears big sunglasses that cover half of his face. He can't tell his age, but he feels clean and chic.

He has a pair of long legs, and he is bending over now, talking to Qin Qing, with a friendly dimple on each side of his lips.

Take off the sunglasses, he should be handsome, right?
After such a delay, the city management car has already arrived in front of me!

How could Qin Qing have the time to answer his words?
"Get out of the way, don't get in the way!" She pushed him anxiously.

"I'll help you!" The man was not angry, he closed the guitar case, closed it, held it in his arms, and ran away?
Grab, grab, grab, grab, grab the money!

This sentence exploded in Qin Qing's mind, she hurriedly threw the backpack on her shoulder, and ran after her.

"Stop! Stop for me! You bandit!" Qin Qing yelled, chasing after her fiercely.

These are her hard-earned rent, living expenses, and the cat's food expenses. She can't lose a dime!

She also hoped that her aunt would surprise her and praise her for being sensible, and she would no longer object to her dyeing her hair, getting tattoos, and singing rock and roll!

The man heard it, ran, and said with a smile: "I'm not a robber, I just want to help you!"

He really slowed down, turned around and stretched out his hand towards Qin Qing, as if he wanted to pull her to escape together.

(End of this chapter)