The Spring of Hand Control Party

In the evening, Meng Qiao drove Lin Shu to buy gifts before arriving at Lin Shu's parents' house.

When going upstairs, Lin Shu was still cheering Meng Qiao up: "Don't worry, my parents are easy to talk to."

Meng Qiao smiled and said, "Yes, I know."

"My mother always asks random questions, you don't have to answer every one of them."

"Ok, I know."

"My sister is here today. You have met her. Don't worry about her aggressive words. Just don't mess with her."

"it is good."

"Also, Niuniu is afraid of strangers, it will like you."

"Niuniu?"

"Yeah, my dog."

From getting off the car to getting on the elevator, Lin Shu never stopped talking.

Meng Qiao finally pressed Lin Shu's shoulder after getting out of the elevator: "Don't be nervous," he smiled and looked at Lin Xiaoshu who was obviously flustered: "I saw your parents, why did it look like my parents met?" You too?"

Lin Shu also felt embarrassed, scratched his neck and said in a low voice, "Aren't I inexperienced? Hehe..."

"Oh? It seems that you want to experience more?" Meng Qiao approached Lin Shu with a raised voice, and pressed him against the wall with a wall.

Lin Shu covered his thumping heart and shook his head quickly: "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, dare."

The corners of Meng Qiao's mouth got bigger and bigger, and she lowered her head and kissed Lin Shu's nose: "I'm teasing you, so casual."

"Oh~~" The door on one side suddenly opened, and Lin Yu was leaning against the door with a sausage in his mouth and a bag of garbage, squinting at the two people: "Mom is still asking why you two haven't arrived yet, why don't you come together?" Seeing this staged at the door of the house? What's the matter? Love is deep and rainy?"

Lin Shu immediately got out from under Meng Qiao's arm: "Sister, what are you talking about...I'll take out the trash..."

Lin Yu chewed and swallowed the half of the sausage left in his mouth, lifted the bag of garbage with two fingers painted with bright red nail polish and threw it to the door: "Put it away for now, and throw it away when you leave. Just do it."

As he said that, he walked two steps into the room and then turned around and said, "Are you two coming in or are you getting tired of it for a while?"

Lin Shu's face turned red, and he took Meng Qiao's hand and went into the room: "Come in."

Meng Qiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Lin Shu was really cowardly in front of Lin Yu, but since she was the other party's sister, Meng Qiao naturally remained polite: "Sister Lin Yu."

Lin Yu waved his hand and went back to work in the kitchen.

Over there, Father Lin was holding tea and watching TV in the living room. He greeted Meng Qiao cheerfully, "Xiao Meng, are you here? Come and sit."

"Uncle Lin." Meng Qiao just took out the purple clay teapot he just bought, and went to brew tea: "Try it, don't be offended if you are not skilled."

How could Papa Lin blame him? He really couldn't find any faults with Meng Qiao: "Xiao Meng, uncle speaks from his heart."

The two of them glanced at Lin Shu, who was washing fruits while Lin Yu pinched his ears: "You are older than Xiao Shu, although you are not a few years older, but you must have seen more people and things than him. The child of my family is innocent and a good child, but he is too edgy and clumsy on weekdays, you should take care of him and don't be angry with him."

Meng Qiao was about to nod her head in response, but Papa Lin laughed to herself again: "That's not true, don't blame uncle, you child, I haven't looked after Lin Shu for a few days when he grows up, it's all because of your aunt's work. See Look, now that he's grown so much, he's also working, and this, this is also time to start a family."

Papa Lin paused when he said this, the purple sand pot was dizzy with the fragrance of jasmine, and there was a wisp of mist in front of him, he helped the cup holder: "Your uncle and aunt don't expect anything, as long as you can live in a down-to-earth way, say something From the bottom of my heart, your child is good, anywhere is good, we have no choice, but our child is not bad, right? After all, it is up to you to decide how to live in the future. If you want a child or something in the future, Whether it's adoption or test tubes, no one can get involved."

Meng Qiao smiled slightly, but just filled a cup of tea and held it in both hands: "I drove here today, and I have to take Lin Shu back tonight, so I will offer you a cup of tea instead of wine."

Papa Lin laughed a few times, sounding bold and unrestrained: "Okay, okay, good tea, this is it."

Lin Shu put the washed fruit on a plate and put it on the coffee table, wondering what the two men said and how they made it look like they were begging for help.

Mother Lin poked her head out from the kitchen: "Meng, eat some fruit first. Auntie is frying fish, and it will take a long time."

Meng Qiao returned with a smile: "Okay, Auntie, how do you know I like this one?"

Mother Lin smiled immediately: "Hey, Xiaoshu loves to eat. That's great. Both sons are easy to support."

Lin Shu squatted by the kitchen and sat on a small bench to chop garlic, feeling sore for some reason.

Pretty good, he thought, lucky for him.

Cheerful parents, hard-spoken and soft-hearted sister, friends who are close to him, and a prince charming sent from heaven.

Just as he was feeling this, Lin Yu put his hand on Lin Shu's ear again: "What else can you do? You can't even pick up a piece of garlic! Ma slip away, don't get in the way here."

Lin Shu covered his ears and walked out of the kitchen sadly, walked around a few times before sitting next to Meng Qiao without any selfish desires, his eyes kept rolling, and he didn't want to make himself too guilty, so he kept pawing Oranges fill your mouth.

Meng Qiao looked at the people around her amusedly, and couldn't stop her mouth full, so she sighed softly in her heart, and while talking to Uncle Lin, she handed Lin Shu a tissue to signal him not to eat.

Lin Shu smashed his mouth, he didn't want to eat, but couldn't help it, she really wanted to get in, but she couldn't. They had already talked about the recent economic situation in the United States.

Alright, Lin Shu silently took the remote control and changed the channel.

"Huh?" Lin Shu asked in surprise, "Li Shuhua?"

A famous teacher interview program was broadcasting on TV. Li Shuhua was invited to record the program as a special guest. It was during the intermission, and the hostess happened to mention Li Shuhua's emotional problems.

"Ms. Li, as the youngest and most handsome Ph.D. supervisor, I wonder if you have a girlfriend now. I think the audience friends are very interested in this question."

Li Shuhua is wearing a gray-blue suit today, with a blue tie with some dark patterns, and with a little makeup and lens effects, he is really handsome.

"Then I'm afraid everyone will be disappointed. I will soon enter the palace of marriage with my lover. Although I have never mentioned it, I still hope to get your blessings."

The hostess was also a little surprised, but fortunately, this is a professional academic program, and unfortunately, she also received unanimous blessings from the audience and other guests present.

Lin Shu smacked his lips and sighed heavily.

"What's wrong?" Meng Qiao leaned close to his ear and asked.

Lin Shu subconsciously went to see his father, only to find that his father had gone to the kitchen and was helping Mama Lin.

"Aren't you going to help?" Lin Shu took Meng Qiao by the arm.

Meng Qiao said: "The visitor is a guest, so you can't refute the master's heart. But you, why, are you envious?"

Lin Shu shook his head: "I was blinded! The bald dipper may be jumping high right now, what a pig, and it's such a precious cabbage."

"Heh." Meng Qiao laughed at Lin Shu's metaphor, but when it reached Lin Shu's ears, her whole body went numb.

Meng Qiao kissed Lin Shu's earlobe: "You are not bad, too."

Lin Shu subconsciously turned his head to look at the kitchen, and realized that no one was paying attention: "You say I'm a pig?"

Meng Qiao became even happier, and scratched his nose: "Stupid, huh?"

Lin Shu pursed his lips and groaned, but his heart was filled with joy.

"Hey hey hey, you're tired of crooked? Help me." Lin Yu knocked on the table: "Would you like some food?"

Meng Qiao got up and rolled up his sleeves: "I'll do it."

Lin Shu looked at his man happily, huh?My own man?That's a good word, um, the back view of such a home is really good.

A simple dinner, with the taste of home, the warmth of the lights, and the words full of smiles.

There are so many things we want in life, and in the end, no matter where we are, we just want the peace of home.

Lin Shu secretly lifted Meng Qiao's little finger under the table, and the corner of his mouth biting the chopsticks slightly curved.

Of course, a life that is too comfortable always needs some seasoning.

On the way home, Meng Qiao shook Lin Shu's phone at him: "I saw your Weibo reply just now."

Lin Shu's brain immediately froze, and he jumped up and wanted to grab it, but he couldn't grab it with his head: "Meng Qiao, Mr. Meng, boss, give it back to me, I was wrong..."

Meng Qiao held him in his arms and pressed him in the corner of the parking lot. He lowered his head and asked through the streetlight beside him, "I don't think I know you well enough."

Lin Shu's heart skipped a beat. According to the routine of TV dramas in the past, would he say in the next second, "Let's separate for a while."

Before Meng Qiao could continue speaking, Lin Shu stopped her mouth. The lamb delivered to her door was indeed delicious. Meng Qiao chose to swallow the soft lamb in silence, and finally couldn't help taking a few bites.

"I like you the most, Meng Qiao, let's not break up, because you are my only male god..." Lin Shu pouted and was about to cry.

"Oh?" Meng Qiao pinched Lin Shu's earlobe: "Then, do you like me the most, or my hand?"

Lin Shu: "..."

This question seems to need to be seriously thought about?

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