Hypocritical Adonis

Lang Bai was right.

Qi Cheng was undecided about whether he hated him. But he took Lang Bai Road with his head down on the way out of the mall, Lang Bai kept asking, "Have you ever hated other people?"

"Am I the first to hate you?"

It seems to be a great thing to be disgusted by Qi Cheng.

Qi Cheng just took him forward and was too lazy to answer him.

After they left the mall, they found the car that Jiang Yun drove.

After seeing them, Jiang Yun was relieved, "The privacy of the restaurant is okay, but it is still too dangerous in the mall."

"Brother Yun is too attractive," Lang Bai said with a smile. "Just now, the fans recognized you first."

Jiang Yun scolded, "It's obviously you."

Qi Cheng sat on the co-pilot and looked sideways out the window.

There are many tall buildings, and the crowd and trees on the walkway walk away. The roof of the car was covered with half of the light, but the co-pilot still could not block the sun. Qi Cheng was in the sun and his eyes could not be opened.

Half was stabbed by light, and half was sleepy.

Jiang Yun said softly to him, "Sleep."

Qi Cheng lazily compared an ok, and really closed his eyes.

Jiang Heng lowered his voice and flaunted in his tone. "Brother said that I will go home and sleep today."

"It would be better to go back to the old house," Jiang Yun directly turned around and went to the old house of the Jiang family. "The baby missed Xiaocheng several times and missed him a lot."

Jiang Heng did not expect him to be so shameless.

"Brother is going home, you have to abduct him!" Jiang Heng whispered, his face flushed red.

As usual, Jiang Yun lifted his parents out to press the juniors, and he was straightforward and confident, "I'll call your mother back and that's all for now."

Because Jiang Qi was still asleep, Jiang Heng had to endure hard, and his face was not very good-looking, "No next time!"

Lang Bai listened to the conversation between his uncle and nephew and glanced thoughtfully at Qi Cheng on the co-pilot.

Suddenly, the corners of the eyes curled, and he suddenly smiled.

Qi Cheng was rushed back to his room to sleep when he returned to his old house. When he woke up, he felt a soft thing beside him, warm and warm, with a milky aroma.

He opened his eyes and looked to the side. The baby in pajamas was blushing and slapped with his thumb wrapped in his mouth, and his calf was tilted with his four forks. Another lotus-like hand was still resting on Qicheng's neck.

Qi Cheng held his little hand, Jiang Han's hand still had a flesh nest, and he was shaking into a small fist.

The extremely small fist is more obvious in Qi Chengshou. Qi Cheng opened his mouth wide, gestured his fist down, and was surprised to find that he could swallow his hand.

Jiang Han slept loudly, his little belly exposed. The sleeping child was too cured. Qi Cheng held the child in his arms, pulled the quilt over his head, and continued to hold the soft guy to sleep.

When I woke up again, I was awakened by people outside and asked them to get up for dinner.

Qi Cheng was sleepy, holding the baby up. The baby rested weakly on his shoulder, "It's so sleepy~"

Rubbed his eyes and yawned again.

"Brother is like a brother," Qi Chengcheng's expression of regret is serious, "Baby, how did you inherit the brother's sleepiness gene."

Jiang Han grunted, but didn't wake up, vaguely, "Something has fallen through the door."

Qi Cheng looked down, and there was a card on the ground. He picked it up and looked at it, with a phone number and sentence written on it.

"I wait for you to call me~"

"——Lambo."

The finger moved and the card turned a few times.

Jiang Han went to see it, Qi Cheng put it away in time, looked at him with a smile, "Curiosity is very heavy."

When Qi Cheng held Jiang Han to the restaurant, the table was already full of people.

Jiang Heng shouted, and then stared at Jiang Han, then turned his head and said to Jiang He, "Why don't your son hold it by himself?"

Jiang He stuck his pocket, looked at his eyes with a stinky face, and then stared at the baby, and he was sulking and didn't speak.

Qi Cheng put Jiang Han on his position, and the baby still had red marks on his face when he fell asleep. He extended his hand towards Qi Cheng very socially. So comfortable, bro!"

Everyone laughed, Qi Cheng gave him a high-five, and couldn't help laughing, "Thank you for the compliment."

After receiving the call from Jiang Yun, Jiang Feng hurried back at dinner. He would sit next to the second old man, smile at this scene, and said to his mother, "Baby likes Xiaocheng very much."

Grandma Jiang nodded with a smile, "Xiaocheng is good."

"Much stronger than his uncle," Master Jiang snorted heavily. "That boy, no wonder the child doesn't like his father."

Jiang Han grilled his own food, he was very good, and basically did not need others to bother. After Qi Cheng was sure that he could eat by himself, he began to concentrate on eating his own food.

Jiang He, who was sitting opposite, suddenly moved, with an irritated expression, took away all the food that could not be eaten in front of the baby, and then pushed forward Jiang Han's usual favorite things, just in front of Jiang Han.

Seeing this scene, Qi Chengyuguang also raised his hand and clipped Jiang Heng's dish with chopsticks.

Lang Bai didn't know when to leave. After dinner, Qi Cheng and Jiang Yun lay on the sofa and watched TV. Qi Cheng took out Lang Bai's card, holding his index finger and fingers, with a long tone, "Your friend stays Down."

Jiang Yun looked at it strangely, "Lang Bai wants to make friends with you?"

Qi Cheng glanced at him.

Jiang Yun smiled. "Don't look at me like this. Although Lang Bai doesn't look very reliable, his character is no problem, and his personal charm is very strong. If you want to make a friend with him, you can try it."

"You don't look very reliable," Qi Cheng, "Uncle Three."

Jiang Yun replied in the same tone, "Great nephew, you are so old, you can make your own friends."

Qi Cheng put his head in his knee.

Jiang Heng came over with a pot of fruit and sat with them to watch TV. Jiang He followed behind, standing by the sofa, watching the three people on the sofa, the unruly young master frowned, and what kind of annoying things happened.

It took a long time before asking, "Qi Cheng, how did Jiang Han sleep with you this afternoon."

Qi Cheng, "I saw him when I woke up. I should have missed me. I watched me sleep and came to stick me to sleep."

He said with a smile, "The baby is soft and fragrant. I really had a good sleep today."

"Impossible, he doesn't like others to hug him and sleep."

"How is it impossible?" Jiang Yun glanced at him. "The baby saw Qi Cheng returning to the room and followed him. I thought he was playing. When he looked at the past, he already climbed into bed and went to bed. , Sticky."

Jiang Heng sneered in his heart, obviously after looking at his eyes, he deliberately stuck to his brother to anger him.

Jiang He's expression was not good-looking, and he repeated it again, and he didn't want to believe, "That little fart boy doesn't like others to hug him and sleep."

Qi Cheng finally raised his eyebrows. He stared at Jiang Hehui and smiled. "What are you doing today?"

Compared with the higher university time schedule, it is really more than just a little bit easier. It stands to reason that Jiang He was fine on Saturday and Sunday, but Qi Cheng also saw him at dinner.

Jiang He said dumbly: "I went to a party with friends."

"Uncle," Qi Cheng said lightly, "then you can't blame others. You are not here, your baby is sleepy, don't you go to the party to get you to sleep?"

Jiang He clenched his hands tightly and was speechless.

After finishing Jiang He, Qi Cheng walked upstairs refreshingly.

Wu You on the 12th class of the mobile phone sent him a picture, which is a picture on the dining table. The picture is a plate of dumplings, several of which are exposed, and two words are attached beside them.

Qi Cheng was implicit, "This dumpling looks quite strange."

"I wrapped it," the other party returned quickly, and sent a sly expression pack, "It's very bad."

"..." Qi Chengfa passed six points.

The other party, "Will you cook?"

"will not."

Qi Cheng added another sentence, "Meeting bubble noodles."

"Cooked?" the other party asked.

Qi Cheng said honestly: "If you say it's the kind of egg in the pot, no, I will just open it in the bowl and take hot water."

It will be his turn to send him six points.

The next message collapsed immediately, "Okay, then I have to learn how to cook."

Qi Cheng frowned, and just after a question mark, the other party slowly withdrew the message back, "Sent wrong."

Qi Cheng tapped his finger on the bed surface, deleted the question mark in the message bar, and issued another sentence, "It's already great to make dumplings."

"So," the other party, "have you eaten?"

"Ate."

"Then show you this flower," the other person took another picture, the flower in the lens was closed with petals, like a little girl shyly, "Time is coming, and so on."

Qi Cheng didn't know what time he was talking about, but within a few minutes, the opposite side connected him with video communication.

Qi Cheng turned on, and the other party used a rear camera. The flower just now had been moved away from him. In addition to the flower, Qi Cheng also heard a slight gasp.

The wheezing was suppressed, but the hand holding the phone was steady, and the camera was pointed directly at the flower. After a while, the other party booed.

I saw that the flowers in the lens stretched the petals slowly, and against the dark night outside the window, the red was beautiful and peaceful.

The flower slowly opened under Qi Cheng's gaze.

Qi Cheng also followed some inexplicable breath-holding and watched with amazement as the flowers showed their vitality from close to bloom.

Even ordinary flowers become spectacular and beautiful in front of life.

"It's beautiful," Qi Cheng said softly.

The other party laughed in a low voice, and when Qi Cheng thought he was going to say something, he turned off the video call again.

Then he sent a message to Qi Cheng, "Tobacco flowers, this pot in our house, usually blooms at this time."

Qi Cheng, "Your family grows flowers?"

"The old man is precious."

Then, the other party seemed to care less: "Do you want it? Give you a pot."

"Put it in the dormitory," he said, "look at the flowers every day at night."