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After having dinner in the evening, Wen Qinghan and Shi Qingqiu were watching TV in the room. He wanted to go to bed earlier. In a nutshell, the message came that he wanted to eat supper and let Wen Qinghan come out.

It was still early, and Wen Qinghan agreed. She took a taxi and called Shi Qingqiu after the supper was almost finished. Shi Qingqiu drove to pick her up.

When Wen Qinghan arrived, Jian Yizhi was already sitting there eating righteously.

There are several plates of barbecue, and there are several bottles of wine beside them. There are more bottles than plates. But those who are familiar with it know that the simple meaning is not so easy to drink.

But Wen Qinghan came closer and shook his head. All he drank was white wine. It was a question of whether he could go home normally tonight.

"Qing Han, sit down quickly. I won't be drunk or return tonight." Jianzhi greeted Wen Qinghan with a smile on his face, and then said afterwards: "Boss, don't forget the lamb skewers I just added."

The boss replied loudly: "Hey, I haven't forgotten, it will be fine soon."

This barbecue stall is open-air, and the table chosen for simplicity is against the wall. According to her previous explanation, this location is more secure. Wen Qinghan sat across from her, a cup was immediately placed, and then it was filled with wine.

Wen Qinghan glanced at her and uttered a few words: "I don't drink, just eat something."

Simply put down the wine bottle, his eyes looked helpless, "No, you didn't drink it last time when I asked you to come out. Didn't you have the stitches removed today? Why can't you drink it yet?"

Wen Qinghan picked up a bunch of beef and bit it slowly, with a plain tone: "My family has told you that you can't drink it until it's completely healed."

In short, she choked by saying "family", drank a sip of wine slowly, and teased her with a smile: "Qing Han, are you about to become a strict wife? Look, you haven't caught up before. Anyway, I am quite free, but now I have caught up with it, but I'm pretty restrained."

Wen Qinghan ate the beef skewers, feeling a bit sweet, and had a plan in his heart, and then looked at the simplicity, a trace of tenderness appeared in his calm eyes, "But I prefer the current life, I don’t deny the previous Freedom, but now I am not bound. Because what you said about restraining hands and feet is what I have always wanted."

"Hey, are married people so nauseous?" Jianyizhi smiled maliciously, and did not forcefully warm Qinghan. He ate and drank by himself.

Wen Qinghan poured a cup of tea, sniffed the tea fragrance, and was not satisfied. At the same time, she frowned slightly and said, "Maybe single people treat us like this."

"If you want to ridicule me for being single, just say it directly. As for dragging all the singles into the water?" In a nutshell, she found that Wen Qinghan had become a qualified family member, as if suddenly they were There is a little difference.

Wen Qinghan smiled lightly, the cup moved over and touched the simple cup, toasting and saying, "No, I'm just talking about you, but I don't want to be so direct, so I'm a little bit euphemistic, so I added It’s possible. Why, didn’t you hear it?"

Two people have known each other for many years, and sometimes they can know each other's thoughts with one eye and one movement. Such mutual ridicule has long been accustomed. Often it's not knowing something that causes a ridicule, and another person can easily pick it up.

Simply stunned, he smiled and shook his head, took out a rubber band from his pocket to tie up his hair, followed by a toast, drank a glass of wine, and then joked: "I guess I'm going to be a big step behind you. Now, when your child knows how to make soy sauce, I may not even be married. When I was in college, I made an appointment with your child to have a baby kiss. It seems that it is not working, or you have the foresight and did not agree to me at that time. Or else? , Maybe your child is ten years older than mine."

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