Nanqiao stands at the entrance of the stairs. The setting sun falls on him. His beauty is dazzling.

This is the first time that Nanqiao saw Ying muyao so patient. He bent his knees and kneaded his head. His thin lips opened and closed.

The little guy was soon coaxed and stood up unsteadily, holding Ying muyao's open hand.

Ying Mu Yao picked up his lips and was about to follow him up. His eyes suddenly turned and easily locked the sight of the South Bridge.

He picked up the child and walked towards her.

It's not far away or near, so the big and small facial features are slightly confused, but they are very similar.

Nanqiao frowned. The impulse to meet him just now completely disappeared.

She took a pale smile from the corner of her lips, turned and went upstairs. Her feet seemed to be bound with iron, and it was hard step by step.

She told herself: Nanqiao, last time it was just an accident. You can only treat sleeping with a married man as an accident and let that lovely child's parents break up their marriage. You can't do this.

Ying muyao stopped when he turned around at the South Bridge.

"Dad, you just helped that aunt. Why didn't she say thank you and leave?"

The child's tender and vague voice revives Ying muyao.

His long narrow eyes narrowed, looking at the empty stairway and laughing.

I dare not come here when I see the children. Nanqiao, that's all you have.

******

Back home, Nanqiao put the matter into his heart, with a clever smile on his face, and went into the kitchen.

"Mom, what do you make today?" She put her back to her head and looked into the pot.

Nanma said faintly, "it's not what you like anyway."

South Bridge

Nanqiao picked his face and leaned on Nanma's shoulder: "who said it's not my favorite food? I love it when you and dad like it."

Nanma took a look at her and was not moved by her flattering words. "OK, don't hinder me here. Go out."

Nanqiao laughs twice and kisses Nanma's face quickly, "Mom, I love you."

Then he ran out.

Nanpa sat on the sofa, staring at the previous Spring Festival Gala on TV.

Seeing Nanqiao coming out, he glanced at his daughter, rubbed his waist, sighed and said pitifully, "I move things every year. When can you bring things up directly with your boyfriend?"

Well, we're back to our annual routine.

Nanqiao quickly opened the topic, "Wow, this sketch is really funny."

Nanpa: "I'm not sure."

At this time, the doorbell suddenly rang, Nanqiao mouth with an orange, toward the door, vaguely called: "who?"

Open the door, Nanqiao muddled, "Uncle Zhou, how did you come?"

Uncle Zhou didn't speak, just laughed, talking about the tall man behind him, "Xiaoqiao, long time no see."

Nanqiao bumps into the man's eyes and almost immediately understands the intention of the family to visit their home tonight.

Blind date!

It must have been arranged by mom!

Nanqiao said with a smile, "Zhou Jia, long time no see, you have changed a lot now."

How did the boy who used to be full of acne and could hardly look directly at his facial features change so much now.

Nan's father warmly invited the family in. "Oh, old Zhou, I didn't expect that Zhou Jia was so handsome now, and he's all dumped male stars. Do you think it's Qiaoqiao?"

Nanqiao said with a smile, "yes, I don't have Zhou Jiashuai in my studio."

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