QST(H) I: The Delicate Flowers are Hard to Grow [快穿之娇花难养]

Danmei Painter x Male Frequency Editor-in-chief (15)

Zhou Jinyuan rubbed her forehead, took Song Tingyu's hand, and moved to the side of the bench collar resting.

The author under his staff came from the side, saw the two people who were close, and asked curiously: "Editor-in-chief, is this?"

Zhou Jinyuan glanced at him and said, "She is the illustrator of your book, my girlfriend."

The first answer is normal, but the latter one brings some declarations of ownership.

It was also because of the need to publish a book for him, that the two of them knew each other. This author can be said to be a matchmaker between the two of them.

The man walked aside wisely, but couldn't help but look at it.

Song Tingyu looked at Zhou Jinyuan with drunken eyes and said with a smile, "Baba."

Zhou Jinyuan stiffened suddenly and looked at her in disbelief. What did she just call him?

dad?

His eyes flashed, and he picked up the water on the side and put it to her mouth: "Drink some water."

"Thank you Baba." Song Tingyu chuckled, and drank the water very well following his movements.

Zhou Jinyuan corrected her and said: "I am not your father, but your boyfriend."

Song Tingyu looked up at him thoughtfully, and shook his head: "It's Baba."

The blush on her face was even worse, as if she was about to smudge her body red.

Those who shook their heads, seemed to be able to fall asleep immediately, but stubbornly refused to change this name.

"Baba, hug." She grinned in an arc, and her eyes were watery like a deer.

Zhou Jinyuan wrinkled her eyebrows, walked over and raised her hand: "Let's go home."

Song Tingyu's sanity is only three points at the moment, he hums twice, and tilts her head to one side proudly: "Don't hug you or go home."

She sat on the stool like a weight, refusing to let go, her voice was louder: "Hug."

Her voice rose sharply, and there was a tendency to swear not to give up until she reached her goal.

Zhou Jinyuan's forehead jumped, and when she saw Song Tingyu's brilliant smile, her original anger disappeared.

He stepped forward, hugged Song Tingyu, and supported her to walk out.

With the help of it, Song Tingyu became even more arrogant, and clung to Zhou Jinyuan closely with his arm.

The two people are already dazzling in the crowd, but when they are together, everyone can't take their eyes off.

"Kiss." Song Tingyu looked at Zhou Jinyuan with a dim look, before everyone, holding Zhou Jinyuan's face, kissed him.

When I moved it away, there were still two big red mouths printed on his face.