Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

"It's okay, Qianqian is very well behaved."

The smile of a person who always has a calm face is like a ray of sunlight shattered by the calm water, so dazzling that people dare not look directly at it.

"Brother Qiao."

Mi Qian turned around and faced Qiao Chunqian. The girl's rosy cheeks were a little shy as she stood there obediently and greeted him.

A little reserved, Qiao Chunqian thought to himself, this neighbor's sister seemed to be a little introverted.

But he didn't know that, where he couldn't see, Mi Qian hid her hands behind her back, twisting and turning them, making countless "ritual" gestures.

She originally wanted to put on exquisite makeup and appear stunningly in front of Brother Qiao, but as a high school senior who had just graduated, she had no experience in putting on makeup.

As expected, the clumsy novice's paintings became weirder and weirder the more she started, so Mi Qian had to wash them.

Just after washing, she heard her mother and Brother Qiao saying "bad things" about her. Without time to wash herself, she hurried out with water droplets all over her face.

I wonder what Brother Qiao’s impression of me is?

Young girls don’t know how attractive a young girl’s unadorned face is.

She was worried and afraid, so she naturally didn't dare to greet him casually.

Qiao Chunqian was quite mature in his dealings with others. Seeing that the little girl was too shy to say much, he took the initiative to ask:

"Have your things been packed?"

"Uh-huh."

Mi Qian nodded, ran to her room and dragged out the packed suitcase.

"Then Aunt Lin, we'll leave first. It won't be convenient when it gets dark."

Mi's mother opened her phone, transferred money to Mi Qian's WeChat account, and then whispered:

"Qianqian, I transferred 20,000 yuan to you. Spend it if you need to. If you don't have enough money, send me a message and tell me. Don't let yourself suffer when you are out there."

"mom."

Mi Qian was so moved that her eyes were filled with tears. However, Mi's mother looked stern and solemnly said, "And the most important thing is, don't cause trouble for Chun Qian, understand?"

In an instant, she held back all her tears, dragged her suitcase and turned around mercilessly, "I'm leaving, bye."

"Aunt Lin, goodbye."

Qiao Chunqian said goodbye to Mi's mother and followed Mi Qian out the door.

As soon as they went out, Qiao Chunqian took the suitcase from Mi Qian's hand, very gentlemanly.

After walking a few steps, he arrived at the parking space. He was driving a relatively low-key black Mercedes-Benz, which was in line with his introverted personality.

It took about an hour to drive to reach the destination.

After Qiao Chunqian parked the car in the underground parking lot, he carried Mi Qian's suitcase and got into the elevator.

The apartment he bought was on the 18th floor, which has a total of 22 floors. The 18th floor was just right, with a good view and good lighting.

The layout of the house is one household per floor, and the privacy is also very good.

Qiao Chunqian used the key to open the door, brought the person into the room, and handed the key out.

"This is a spare key. It will be convenient for you to go in and out. The door can also be opened with a password. The password is. If you forget to bring your key, you can still open it with the password."

Mi Qian took the key and hurriedly stuffed it into the small bag she was carrying, as if she was hiding some important treasure.

Qiao Chunqian didn't care about her performance and took people to a room.

When I pushed open the door, I found the room was clean, the bed was covered with clean goose yellow sheets, and a pile of unopened sundries were placed on the small table in front of the bed.

"I asked the cleaning lady to clean the room. The bedsheets are new. They can be used directly after washing. Those things are some daily necessities, such as shampoo, shower gel, toothbrush, toothpaste, etc. See if there is anything you can use."

"Just tell me if you need anything. Treat me like a brother. Don't be shy."

Qiao Chunqian introduced the things in the house to her, and then asked, "Have you had dinner?"

Mi Qian shook her head.

Qiao Chunqian didn't have time to eat dinner. His last class this afternoon was the one he had. It was already 5:40 when he got out of class. It would take an hour to drive home, so he just packed up and set off.

After hearing Mi Qian's reply, he nodded, went to the kitchen and in less than twenty minutes, brought out two bowls of clear soup noodles.

There was an overly round poached egg on top of her bowl.

It's a bit strange, the feeling of having dinner face to face with the childhood sweetheart whom I have a crush on.

Mi Qian took a bite of the poached egg and found it just the right amount of saltiness. The cooked noodles were also very similar to the ones on the store sign, as if they were cut out from a poster.

The whole bowl of noodles gave her the feeling that it was made step by step according to a recipe, without any characteristics of its own. It wasn't bad, on the contrary, the noodles tasted quite good, but she always felt that something was missing.

Mi Qian shook her head, discarding the strange thoughts in her mind.

What else do I need when I can eat noodles made by Brother Qiao himself? Do I want any golden food from anime?

"Have you eaten yet?"

Seeing Mi Qian put down her chopsticks, Qiao Chunqian asked.

"I'm full, thank you Brother Qiao."

Qiao Chunqian put away the dishes and put them into the dishwasher in the kitchen, then came out and told her:

"Then you go to bed early."

Just, it's a little strange.

Mi Qian looked at Qiao Chunqian's back as he returned to his room, feeling a little depressed.

Brother Qiao seemed to have said a lot to me today, but when I think about it carefully, every word he said was necessary, and could even be said to be polite.

It was like accepting a responsibility that could not be shirked, and I cared about her a lot, and that care was also the same as my sister's care for her children.

The road to love is still long and bumpy!

Mi Qian sighed, but for the energetic girl, this was not a problem.

In order to keep her spirits up and fight again later, she quickly washed up and got into bed to replenish her energy.

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"Qianqian, wake up. Cute children all over the world, would you like to try the loving breakfast I prepared for you?"

A voice as gentle as water repeated in her ears. Mi Qian hugged a little green dinosaur, closed her eyes and laughed foolishly.

"Hey, thank you, Brother Qiao~"

"Brother Qiao" did not respond, but just said it again in the same tone:

"Qianqian, wake up. The cutest little kid in the world, would you like to try the loving breakfast I prepared for you?"

Mi Qian realized something was wrong, opened her eyes and sat up from the bed, only to find that it was the alarm ringing on her cell phone.

She paid a not-so-popular voice blogger to record this because his voice was particularly similar to Qiao Chunqian.

Before she could feel disappointed, Mi Qian jumped out of bed with a start. It was already eight o'clock. Fortunately, she had set the alarm clock for fear of getting up late.

"Oops, oops."

Mi Qian hurriedly put on the chiffon dress she had prepared in advance, washed up and opened the door.

"Brother Qiao? Brother Qiao, Brother Qiao."

No one responded.

Mi Qian was a little disappointed. She opened her phone and checked, but there was no other message. She felt empty inside.

My stomach feels empty too.

Well, the world is big, but eating is the biggest thing.

Mi Qian was too lazy to go downstairs, so she went straight to the kitchen and tried to find something to eat in the refrigerator.

As soon as she arrived in the kitchen, her eyes were drawn to something stuck on the refrigerator.