Although it’s a little regretful, it’s pretty good to be able to sleep in a bed once today.

But Mu Qian closed his eyes and the picture just now appeared...

The first thing that came into her eyes was Song Shijing's slender waist. The picture flashed, and the lips that were approaching her slightly closed eyes, and the picture flashed again...

Xiaoling held the scissors and looked at herself who was sleeping in the morning, clicking and clicking and clicking and clicking and clicking and clicking and clicking and clicking and clicking and clicking and clicking and clicking and clicking and clicking and clicking and clicking and clicking and clicking and clicking and clicking and clicking and clicking and clicking and clicking and clicking and clicking and clicking and clicking and clicking and clicking and clicking and clicking and clicking and clicking and clicking and click

Before he could dream, Mu Qian woke up. What he could smell was the familiar girl Youxiang, the sister's... He was indeed driven to Xiaoling's room.

Xiao Ling occupied his brother's floor and gave the bed to his guest Song Shijing.

This is not the allusion that Xiaoling imitated Kong Rong and Rang Li very sensible, but that she thinks that the floor is the place where her brother slept the most recently, so of course she has to occupy it!

The night is quiet.

Mu Qian tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep; Xiaoling forced herself to keep staring at Song Shijing on the bed, afraid that she would do something bad to her brother at night.

On the contrary, Song Shijing was lying on Mu Qian's bed, pillowed on Xiao Ling's pillow, and soon fell asleep.

She felt that her spiritual power had become much lighter, and she was warm, but her skin felt cold and very comfortable.

Soon, her breathing became evenly proportioned, her voice became lighter, and she fell asleep quietly... It was the first time she slept so heavily when she came to the town.

A strange sense of security.

When she was asleep, Xiaoling secretly lay on the edge of the bed and looked at Song Shijing's face carefully. Xiaoling held her chin and kept thinking about something. Of course, the girl's thoughts were elusive, and maybe she was just imagining one day.

"Bad woman, don't snatch my brother away!" Xiaoling said softly, lay back on the floor and fell asleep soon...

This is a very serious question: What should I do if I can’t sleep?

Mu Qian's closed eyes suddenly opened, covered in blood, sleepy.

Counting the sheep?

How can a weak creature like sheep make the strongest demon king count in history? If you want to count, just count the two-headed demon dragon!

Forget it, let’s just count the latest Galaxy battleship, which is quite good at firepower. If sheep can compare with humans, that kind of warship can compare with him, the demon king.

‘One sheep, two sheep, three sheep…’

Just the quantifiers have been changed!

‘…Five hundred sheep, five hundred and one sheep, five hundred and two sheep…’

After yawning, the blood in Mu Qian's eyes continued.

This is not a solution.

Mu Qian turned over and patted his hand on his abdomen. There were blood marks flashing on it, but no power was leaked.

Started self-test: The blood and energy are too strong, the body does not want to rest at all, the brain is in a shallow state of excitement, and there are several more pictures in the subconscious:

The slender waist tied up on the hem of the shirt, the eyelashes on the face and the jelly lips.

Erased it... Forget it, keep it, it is also a relatively precious memory picture.

He took out his phone and Mu Qian checked out his friends' updates. If someone didn't sleep at this time, he would definitely be playing games all night long and could not find them even when he was hiring people to chat.

Just as I was about to put down my phone, I refreshed it dynamically.

Zhu Su: No one falls asleep tonight! I will protect the beautiful girl’s stockings!

Play games and have fun!

It was so boring! Mu Qian clicked a random like and left a comment... When he was a little distracted, he felt sleepy and finally closed his eyes and fell asleep.

...

Sleeping later than a dog and getting up earlier than a chicken is what Mu Qian had in this time.

In order to prevent his parents from accidentally bumping into Song Shijing, he and his mother who were busy with breakfast appeared in the living room on the first floor at the same time.

"What's wrong? Xiao Qian actually got up so early?" Mom was shocked at his dark circles, "Didn't you sleep well? Is Xiao Ling so much trouble for you?"

"It's okay," Mu Qian took a can of drink in the refrigerator. "I slept too late last night, so I'll go back to sleep and get some sleep."

Mom squinted her eyes and smiled: "Don't immerse yourself in computer games, nor do you immerse yourself in things that will make you weak."

"knew……"

Mu Qian was dejected and a little powerless to complain... What the hell is that it makes his body weak? My mother's Girls' Generation is probably a typical representative of pink and black!

After climbing upstairs, opening the door of his room and secretly looking at it, he found that the two girls were sleeping sideways on the floor and facing each other. Mu Qian felt a little relieved.

"Song Shijing...is troublesome."

Lei Ran sighed, brushing her teeth, washing her face and tidying up her internal affairs.

The plan for one day is Chen. Mu Qian, who had been taking Xiaoling to run, was strangely staying at home today, walking upstairs and downstairs.

"Dad, morning."

"As of time, why are your eyes dark? Are you fighting with someone?"

Mu Qian quickly said, "No, I've stayed up late when I play games!"

He actually made it so reasonable to play games all night...

"This is youth!" Zhen Haohan patted his son on the shoulder, "Don't always feel restrained, it's okay, you have to have fun during the summer vacation."

Look, this is one of the reasons why Mu Qian likes to be a human being!

The adoptive father who just got up seemed a little confused, and he lacked the usual stereotypes and seemed much more friendly.

Mu Qian nodded with a smile and asked, "By the way, dad, when did you start dating with mom?"

"Love..." Zhen Haohan recovered a little, and he smiled and joked: "Xiao Qian has indeed grown up. Come on, sit here and don't let your mother see it."

The father and son sat at the entrance of the stairs. Fortunately, both men were of medium size and thin, and they could just sit down with their shoulders.

Mom looked around and chuckled, without interfering with the conversation between the men, and continued to cook.

"Do you have a girl you like?" Zhen Haohan asked.

Mu Qian coughed and scratched his eyebrows with his fingers, "I just had this idea, but I haven't found the object to implement it yet."

"I'm not afraid of this," Zhen Haohan patted Mu Qian's back. "You are different from when I was young. I wore glasses when I was young. I was a type of teacher who couldn't even remember someone like me if I didn't go to school."

Does it mean very ordinary?

What a state of desire, Mu Qian sighed. He also had the same trouble as ordinary high school students...

If you can skip school and play games without scruples, and you can get full marks every day, every day, girls will come to take the lunch box to ask if you want to have dinner together... This is the high school where the protagonist has a full halo!

"Mom should have been very beautiful at that time, right?"

"Well, it's very beautiful," Zhen Haohan nodded with a smile, "Maybe God is fair, he polished all my attributes very well, but he gave me a gentle and beautiful childhood sweetheart."

So that's it...

"At that time, the two families were familiar with each other. We played together since we were young..." Zhen Haohan remembered the past and started talking.

My mother was busy in the kitchen, and could vaguely hear what the father and son were saying, humming the recent popular songs.

At the entrance of the stairs on the second floor, Song Shijing stood by the wall, holding a tissue, slowly wiping her newly washed face, and listening to the conversation between the father and son below.

It's really good to have a father as his life mentor.

She pursed her lips and lowered her head to think.

Mu Qian: "Dad, what are the specific manifestations of love?"

"Haha, don't treat this as a test of life!" Zhen Haohan said with a smile, with a look of memories in his eyes. "The feeling of love should be like eating tomato sauce, sour and sweet, falling to the ground, and there is also a sense of youth being dripping blood."

Mu Qian:...

"You will think about where to meet her, and you will care whether she is looking at you." Zhen Haohan chuckled, "and you will care about whether she is joking with other boys. Is it happier than when she is with you."

This is a valuable experience.

Mu Qian remembered it in his heart and began to compare the girls he had come into contact with one by one. He didn't realize that he had any ketchup for anyone.

There is also the feeling of youth bleeding.

"Come on!" Zhen Haohan patted Mu Qian on the shoulder and stood up in loose pajamas. "If you want to fall in love, your mother and I won't object. After all, you are so outstanding, and you and I will both rest assured."

Sure enough, my parents were so enlightened that they had allowed early love to happen.

"And you have reached this age. But remember... you have to think twice before you act in everything, and men must have some sense of restraint on themselves."

"Well, I remember!"

"Go and call Xiaoling to get up and prepare for dinner."

Mu Qian felt that his life orientation and values ​​suddenly became much clearer.

If you have time, you should talk to your father more. In terms of life, this man who has already formed a family and supports the family is considered an absolute authoritative expert.

While the family of four was having dinner, Song Shijing could only wait upstairs, and she could only move freely at home after her parents went to work.

On the dining table, Dad Zhen looked at the tomato fried eggs and tomato noodles in front of him... No, to be precise, a few noodles should be floating on a bowl of tomato sauce, and his face was all black.

Xiaoling blinked, not sure what was wrong.
To be continued...