With that, mother Shen pushed father Shen next to her angrily, "you're a father, anyway!"
Caught off guard, father Shen pushed down his glasses, and then said earnestly, "if it's true, my father won't agree. But don't worry, wife. Listen to me first."
"Qingqing, tell your father, what's the origin of your boyfriend? Is he a good citizen?" asked father Shen.
Being stared at by Shen's mother and father, Shen Wanqing puffed at the corners of his mouth.
And the 748 of the divine mind has laughed out of the pig's cry.
"Good people, not gangsters." Shen Wanqing replied helplessly.
"As for who he is, don't worry. I'll bring him back soon." Shen Wanqing half narrowed his eyes and smiled a little meaningful.
Shen's father and mother were stunned. They looked at the meaningful smile on Shen Wanqing's face and felt that his back was suddenly a little cold.
I always think there's something wrong with my daughter's smile.
It's a little tricky.
Is it difficult that this boyfriend came over?
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It's been several days now, but the heat of Yan Zhiqiu's love announcement still hasn't gone down, but the heat is still rising.
And the originator of all this, there is absolutely no tension of being discovered by others and the fear of actively exposing relationships.
On this day, the young man returned to his room after training.
In the dark room, the tall and thin boy nestled in a corner of the bed, and his clothes were clean and tidy.
His slender arms encircled his knees and his head was buried between them.
The broken black hair was messy, revealing a little crimson ear tip.
Yan Zhiqiu felt a little uneasy.
Several days have passed.
He didn't dare to find Shen Wanqing these days.
He didn't know whether Shen Wanqing had seen his microblog, and he didn't know how Shen Wanqing would react after seeing it.
Happy or angry, he announced his love on his own.
He didn't know.
But he was really happy.
You want to announce your relationship, but you can't find a chance.
Xu Wen's live broadcast gave him a chance.
So he was very happy, just like God favored him and gave him the best gift.
"Ding Dong -"
Yan Zhiqiu subconsciously raised his head.
The fragmentary hair covered the eyebrows and eyes, revealing the dark eyes.
He looked at the bright cell phone.
It should be sent to him by Shen Wanqing.
After hesitating for a while, Yan Zhiqiu slowly reached out and took the mobile phone.
[Qingqing: I just saw your microblog.]
Yan Zhiqiu saw this and gently sipped her thin lips.
After that, he slowly returned a message.
[y:... Are you angry?]
Shen Wanqing, sitting in the Internet cafe, was stunned when he saw the message sent by Yan Zhiqiu.
Angry?
Then, the girl's long, narrow and deep eyes half narrowed with a smile.
Wangzi milk essence: Yes
[wangzi milk essence: I'm angry!]
[good boy who wants to eat:... I'm sorry]
[good boy who wants to eat: I made up my own mind.]
[good boy who wants to eat: I should have discussed with you first.]
Looking at the boy's hurried explanation, Shen Wanqing couldn't help smiling gently.
She replied happily:
[wangzi milk essence: Yes, so what are you going to do?]
Yan Zhiqiu's eyes were dim, and his broken hair covered his eyes.
The feather eyelashes trembled gently, and the dark pupils trembled with a dense wave.
He pursed his thin lips and looked a little wronged and sad.
[y: I'll clarify it now.]