Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

The picture was very clear, so when song Qinbei pulled out of his memory and saw Tang Xin's face, he suddenly felt that he had not seen him for a long time.

The two of them finally had a little bit of a tie.

Although he only thought of a tiny drop in the ocean of memory, it was this drop of wine that was enough for him to understand how many years had passed between them.

Song Qinbei picked up the lamp and handed it to Tang Xin. That vision, even more warm than the lamp in the hand.

"... thank you." Tang Xin took it, lowered his head and looked at the lantern in his hand. Somehow, he felt like he was going to shed tears.

Song Qinbei walked beside her, and their hands touched each other. Before Tang Xin could change his hand to hold the lamp, his hand was firmly held.

"Let's go ahead and have a look."

"Good."

In front of him, the scene has already begun to be lively, and the sky has gradually darkened. By the night, Tang Xin is more bold, so he doesn't have to be so afraid of being recognized.

After class, the street became crowded and the distance between them became closer and closer. At last, song Qinbei held the people in his arms.

Two people also melt into the crowd, regard themselves as students, listen to their discussion - today's teacher is so abnormal, even assigned so much homework.

Or do you go home on Mid Autumn Festival?

Let's go somewhere this weekend.

Walking, Tang Xin's mood is relaxed a lot.

Two people have been walking to the most crowded place, where many people have stood at this time, do not know what to fight.

All of a sudden, they heard a voice shouting: "come here, brothers with girlfriends, come here and see who can hold the longest. Our big doll will be given to you, and 999 roses."

"After 12 o'clock, it's Tanabata. Come on, brothers."

Tang Xin looked up and saw that there was a doll on the stage that was taller than human beings, and a bunch of bright roses.

This kind of gimmick, when she was reading, had never met.

Just as Tang Xin was about to pull song Qinbei away, a young boy next to him patted song Qinbei on the shoulder and raised his chin to Tang Xin: "brother, your girlfriend looks very thin. Do you want to have a try?"

"I'm going to have a try, too. That big bunch of roses will cost thousands of yuan. If I'm so lucky, I can not only please my girlfriend, but also save a lot of money."

Tang Xin stood aside, thinking that if he was really a young man of this age, he would be convinced.

But now... She can only press down her hat silently.

I don't think song Qinbei would take part in such a boring game. Who knows - Song Qinbei grabbed her, picked her up and walked towards the platform.

Tang Xin: "I feel so ashamed and afraid of being recognized. I can only bury myself in the shoulder of song Qinbei.

However, even if you bury your head, you can still hear the voice of the host: "Wow, there is another one. This gentleman has a good figure, and his girlfriend has a good figure. He is expected to win our championship!"

This game is a simple Princess hold, who can hold the longest, who is the winner.

Tang Xin has never questioned the physical strength of song Qinbei, but she has never participated in this kind of game.