chapter 752: 384 escape_2
qu feitai patted the little girlâs head: âyouran, uncle didnât do it on purpose.â
âi know, you fell in love with a girl, but daddy wonât let you be together, so he locked you up. daddy is so mean, uncle, i support you.â
the little girl said indignantly.
qu feitai gave a bitter smile: âif only things were that simple.â
the little girl propped her cheeks with both hands, her bright eyes sparkling with intelligence and playfulness: âuncle, tell me, is my future auntie very beautiful...?â
qu feitai was stunned, âauntie?â
the little girl looked innocent: âyes, auntie...â
qu feitai covered her mouth: âdonât talk nonsense.â
qu youran playfully blinked: âuncle, your ears are red. youâre shy!â
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qu feitai felt a bit helpless in front of his quirky little niece.
âuncle, donât worry, iâll help you escape to see auntie.â qu youran giggled behind her hand.
suddenly, qu youranâs ears perked up, âuncle, quickly lie down, uncle yun mo is coming back.â
qu feitai immediately lay down and closed his eyes.
that night, the qu household fell into a deep sleep.
the night watchman at the door leaned against the wall and snored loudly.
qu youran grabbed the hem of his clothes and looked up: âwill you lock up uncle again when you catch him?â
âthose who can confine him canât confine his heart; let him struggle.â
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in jingzhou, the early morning temperature was minus ten degrees or so, and qu feitai only wore a thin sweater. after a few steps, he lost all feeling due to the cold.
he had no time to worry about it, and ran desperately down the mountain. as he ran, his body started to sweat, and he no longer felt cold.
after walking for a long time, he finally saw a taxi. the driver stopped in front of him, and qu feitai saw a young couple sitting in the back seat, drunk, and the smell of alcohol wafted through the window.
qu feitai frowned, and the driver urged: âget in quick, there wonât be any more cabs at this time of night. wait any longer, and youâll freeze to death.â
qu feitai reluctantly got into the passenger seat.
âdriver, take me to 18 chunxi road.â
that was a famous wealthy area. the driver couldnât help but take a few more glances at him, though the dim night light made it difficult to see his face. he thought the voice sounded familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.
in the back seat, a slightly tipsy girl heard the voice and mumbled: âit sounds like my idolâs voice...â
the boy was displeased and said: âi thought i was your idol?â
the girl sneered: âyou? you canât even compare to my idol qu feitai. youâre not even worthy of tying his shoes.â
qu feitai shrank back in his seat, staying silent.
the driver turned on the radio, and the warm, intellectual voice of the hostess soothed the souls of the late-night listeners.
âgood evening, dear night song listeners. iâm the hostess, xiao ya. just now, we received a call from a listener whose college crush is getting married to someone else tomorrow. he wants to request qu feitaiâs âwhite robe,â to dedicate to the girl he secretly loved, as a tribute to those bygone days of unrequited love...â