Zhuo Yue was finally brought into the situation, and Nan Song felt relieved.
Yu Fengjiao was very grateful to the public relations team invited by Luo Yin. Although the copywriting published online was mainly written by her herself, it was indispensable for the public relations team to polish it. The rhythm was also controlled by them throughout the process. After all, professionals are still professionals. Yu Fengjiao can win.
This battle requires the help of "strategists".
She paid for the team to have a good time in Beicheng's surrounding cities, and Luo Yin and Nan Ningsong also stayed in Beicheng for a few days.
Every time Nanningsong comes to Beicheng, he usually spends time at the Jingwen Museum.
He is very interested in the "don't lose, don't forget" antiquities restoration project, and sometimes he gets excited about it and helps himself.
Although most of the time, he is the one disliked by Nan Sancai.
"Go away, clumsy guy, don't get in my way, go find your wife!"
Nan Sancai is selfless in his work.
Looking at their deflated father, Nan Song and Yu Jinwen couldn't help but snicker, "The only person in this world who dares to dislike my father is my grandfather."
"Grandpa is still a grandpa, how can a master not despise his apprentice?" Yu Jinwen chuckled.
Nan Song nodded, "That's right. When I was a kid, I was often disliked by my father. He said I was clumsy and looked down on the things I carved. Hmm. But my other masters were very kind to me and regarded me as their favorite disciple.
, I am usually the one who is favored, who makes me smart."
He didn't say a few words before he started babbling again.
But Yu Jinwen liked to see her coquettish appearance. He smiled and touched her head and asked, "Why did you worship so many masters when you were a child?"
"You have to ask my mother. She is always afraid that I won't survive. She feels that she has too many skills to overcome, as if learning one more skill will give her another way to survive."
Nan Song sighed leisurely: "You don't know how exaggerated she used to be. She heard that so and so was powerful, so she took me to her door and asked me to kneel down and kowtow and be my teacher. I was stunned for a while. I
When I was a child, I was still face-blind, and sometimes I pretended to be a master, thinking that this master was that master, and often made the master so angry that he blew his beard and stared at me. If I hadn't been so cute when I was a child, the master wouldn't even touch me.
I know how many beatings I have to take."
She shook her head and sighed, but Yu Jinwen was made to laugh by her.
"Well, you were quite cute when you were a child." He agreed.
Nan Song glanced at him, "Huh? You were only cute when you were young, aren't you cute now?"
"Now it's not just cute."
Yu Jinwen blinked his eyes and whispered: "It's still very sexy."
Cuteness is not worth mentioning in front of sexy.
Nan Song narrowed his eyes with satisfaction and raised the corners of his lips, "Young man, you are very discerning."
They were sitting on the porch. The afternoon sun was just right, and it was warm. It reflected Nan Song's fair and clear face, which was indescribably beautiful.
Yu Jinwen couldn't help but leaned over and kissed her lips, but Nan Song didn't refuse.
The two of them acted as if no one was around.
"Hey hey hey, what are you doing!"
Nan Ningsong was being scolded by the old man and felt unhappy. As soon as he came out and saw such a scene, his eyes suddenly widened and he felt like he was going to roll up his sleeves and hit someone in the next second.
Nan Song immediately betrayed Yu Jinwen, "He kissed me first!"
"..."
Yu Jinwen looked over at Nan Song, feeling amused, and admitted frankly, "Yes, I took the initiative."
Just as Nan Ningsong was about to stare, Nan Sancai yelled from inside, "What's wrong with a kiss? You're such a lenient father that you can even control your children's licking. It's like you did back then."
It’s like I’ve never kissed before. I don’t know who it was back then, but A Yin and I were kissing each other in front of me. That’s like being alone~”
"..."
Nan Ningsong was exposed by his father like this. Hearing the roar of laughter from everyone, his face was filled with shame, but he dared not speak out in anger.
He leaned against the wall and slipped away.
Nan Song and Yu Jinwen were laughing so hard on the porch.
Luo Yin and Yu Fengjiao came back from shopping, holding hands and being affectionate like real sisters. As soon as they came in, they heard a burst of laughter.