Full service dog abuse

Chapter 208 The rest of my life will be you 1
Bo Xian was dragged by Qing's father to teach him a lesson. Originally, Qing Ziqi was begging for love, but...

Who told Bo Xian to play tricks on her!
snort! ╭(╯^╰)╮

Bless yourself.

Back in the room, Qing's mother was lying on the bed reading a book, when she saw Qing Ziqi coming back, she patted the place beside her, motioning for Qing Ziqi to come over.

Turning off the light, Qing Ziqi quickly climbed onto the bed, the warm light at the head of the bed hit Qing's mother's face, Qing's mother's skin was well maintained, she was almost forty years old, but she looked like she was only in her 25s.

If you walk on the street with Qing Ziqi, most passers-by will think that they are sisters, not mother and daughter.

"Mother looks good again." Qing Ziqi shrank into the bed, hugged Qingmu's arm and rubbed it, coquettishly.

Qing's mother nodded Qing Ziqi's nose helplessly, and said with a smile, "Are you still used to school?"

"Well, very good." Qing Ziqi nodded, and then, like pouring beans, told Qing's mother about the interesting things on campus.

"So, for the freshman catwalk show, you and Xiao Xianzi walked together, and the theme is elves and demons?" Qing's mother asked, pinning the loose hair behind her ears.

"Mother, I'll show you. You just help me to see what needs to be changed." Qing Ziqi said, jumped off the bed, and showed the designed manuscript to Qing's mother.

The design theme of elves and demons, one uses life elements, and the other uses dark elements. The elements collide strongly, and the colors also have a great sense of contrast.

Qing's mother looked at it, stroked her chin, and asked, "How did you design the catwalk movements?"

"Well... this... I haven't thought about it yet. But..." Thinking of this, Qing Ziqi frowned: "I feel that the traditional way of moving is not very expressive."

"Then break the tradition. Design is the pursuit of innovation. Even if it's a catwalk action, don't seek the highest, but seek the best." Qing's mother closed the design book and handed it back to Qing Ziqi.

After receiving such guidance, Qing Ziqi's eyes lit up instantly: "Then how about I join the musicals?"

"It's up to you." Qing's mother raised her eyebrows, motioning for Qing Ziqi to put the things back. "It's late, you can sleep."

Qing Ziqi obeyed Qing's mother obediently, put her things back on the bed and began to lie down.

however……

Can't sleep swollen! ?

Very excited and swollen! ?
Don't ask her why she is excited, if she knows what she is excited about, she will be so excited that she can't sleep?

Being played bullshit by your own little Xianzi?
wrong!

Excited to find inspiration for a catwalk move?
wrong!

Nor is it!
Ahhh, still can't sleep!Why is it swollen?

Qing Ziqi was agitated for a while, rolling on the big bed with the quilt in her arms.

Qing's mother was about to fall asleep, but Qing Ziqi made such a fuss and woke up in an instant.

"Your skin has been bad recently. Is it because I was not at home and went to bed late?" Asking this, Qing's mother was still a little angry.

"No." Qing Ziqi quickly shook his head to explain. "Usually, Xiao Xianzi would tell me to go to bed early, and she would also send me messages at school to tell me to go to bed early."

"Really? Then you're not sleeping yet? Isn't this a biological clock?" Mother Qing frowned.

Speechlessly looking at the sky: "I'm just excited." Qing Ziqi said, still hugging the quilt and rolling around on the bed again.

"Excited about what?"

"do not know……"

Mother Qing: ...

Sure enough, the daughter I gave birth to knew that her daughter must have a brain problem.It is abnormal from time to time, she must have followed her father.

"Ache—"

Qing's father, who was educating Bo Xian, sneezed inexplicably.

"Uncle, let me turn off the air conditioner, don't catch a cold." Bo Xian looked at it, expressing concern.

Well, now that the son-in-law who cares so much about his father-in-law, he is probably the only one in the world.

"No need." Father Qing waved his hand and continued to educate Bo Xian.

On Qing Ziqi's side, Qing Ziqi was still rolling on the bed with the quilt in his arms.

"Since I met him, I've been with him for the rest of my life. Is that right, Qiqi?" Qing's mother read lightly, and sure enough, Qing Ziqi calmed down and stopped rolling around on the bed.

(End of this chapter)