Tear mole anchor

Zong Jin came out of the shower and was brushing his hair when he heard a ding dong on his phone, and a new message came in from WeChat. He picked it up and opened it, and went to the living room to pour water for a drink.

The message was sent by a debt collector: The baby is not happy today!Tomorrow I will see two small tear moles!

Zong Jin raised his eyebrows slightly, and he could feel the man's swollen appearance when he sent the message through the screen. This feeling was a bit inexplicable, but he could imagine it.

Perhaps because of the first encounter, the impression was too deep?

After locking the screen, the thumb and forefinger pinched the middle of the phone screen and the cover, played with it a few times between the tiger's jaws, then smiled softly, stopped the movement, put the phone in his pocket, poured a glass of water and held it Go to the floor-to-ceiling windows.

After Qiao Yin sent a message to Wang Lianjun, his heart felt like scratching his heart with claws, thinking about itching, and really wanted to know if the other party would reply to him and what he would reply to him.

Because he has set up that new messages will not be notified, so there will be no movement when the phone is under the pillow. Even if the online dating gentleman replies to him or does not reply to him, he will not feel it.

Originally, I wanted to use this method to learn to be bearish, but in the end I really couldn't even pretend.

He just cares!

Qiao Yin was sober in the dark with his eyes closed. After struggling for a long time, he finally opened his eyes unbearably, took out his phone, and opened WeChat to check.

no reply.

WeChat doesn't have a read notification function, and he can't tell whether the online lover has seen the message and doesn't reply to him, or hasn't seen it.

Expectation, loss, relief, all kinds of complicated emotions came to my heart at once.

After staying up vaguely until after two o'clock in the morning, Qiao Yin couldn't hold back and fell asleep drowsily. He fell asleep until after ten o'clock in the morning, when he was woken up by Qiao's mother's phone call.

He raised his eyelids and saw the word "Big Joe" on the screen, half of his drowsiness was scared away, he quickly sat up and cleared his throat, and then he answered the phone and asked, "Hey, Miss Qiao, what's wrong? "

Qiao Yin does not have the same surname as Qiao's mother, so Qiao's mother is not named Qiao, but because after Qiao Yin was born, he got the nickname Xiao Qiao at home, and Qiao's father, who loves his wife like his life, insisted on naming Qiao's mother as "Da Qiao" , which made Qiao Yin have an extra sister out of thin air.

Since he was sensible, he has always called Qiao's mother as sister Qiao, which he finds kind.

A gentle and gentle voice came from the other end of the phone: "Baby Qiao, what are you doing?"

How could Qiao Yin dare to tell her that he was woken up by her phone call when he just got up, so he hurriedly said perfunctorily, "What are you doing here? What can you do with me?"

Sure enough, Qiao's mother immediately shifted her attention: "Oh, it's like this, your Aunt Chen's family next door came back from a trip to Guilin last week, and brought two boxes of big green awns, and gave us a box. When you are resting, I will send you some."

"Okay, I'm at home." Qiao Yin showed a smile on his face, "Do you want me to wait for you to come over for dinner?"

"No, I'll just pass by. I still have things to deal with in the afternoon."

"Then call me when you get there, and I'll go downstairs to get it." After hanging up the phone, Qiao Yin's drowsiness had disappeared without a trace, and he didn't plan to lie down again, and habitually clicked on Weibo to refresh while leaning on the bedside.

Yesterday, Lianlian’s online little wife sent the participating Weibo, because it was reposted by the support club’s official blog, and was also liked by the online lovers. Someone asked him to ask for a draft in a private message.

Qiao Yin refused all of them, and clicked on the original blog of the event again. After looking at the specific time of the lottery, he said that it will be held on the Ghost Festival, and he still doesn't know if he can get a gift.

He didn't get too entangled, someone would pay more attention to this matter.

Go back to the homepage to see the dynamics of the people you follow. The online lover is still punctual and wailing every day, and puts his breakfast photo, Fat House Happy Water and Fat House Happy Cake: Pizza.

Qiao Yin forwarded: Congratulations for unlocking a new achievement: Fat House Happy Cake!Collecting all the fat house happy packages is just around the corner!

After reposting and seeing the source of Weibo, I suddenly thought that the online lovers have already used their mobile phones to post Weibo, have you seen the WeChat he sent last night?

Busily exited Weibo and opened WeChat to check, and sure enough, the dialog box with Wanglianjun showed a new unread message.

But not text, but a picture.

He couldn't tell if it was a real photo or an emoji from the outside. He clicked it expectantly, and it was today's selfie.

Net Lover leaned on the head of the bed with his upper body naked, and was covered with a soft white quilt from the waist down, showing a decadent beauty.It should be using a selfie stick, the angle is 45 degrees, and the messy bangs slightly cover the upper eyelid.

The bright pupils are charming and deep, as if looking straight at him through the screen.

Serious and focused.

Qiao Yin was a little panicked and shy, his ears were hot and his heart was beating fast, but he didn't dare to look at the eye-catching eyes in the photo, and his gaze was wrong, falling on the tear mole under the end of his eyes.

He said he wanted two tear moles, and Wang Lianjun actually ordered two, and one under the tail of his left eye, which was perfectly symmetrical with the one at the end of his right eye.

The monster is like the mermaid prince in the western fantasy story.

Further down is the tall nose bridge, the thin lips with lip gloss, slightly open, plump and juicy, like a smooth and tender jelly waiting to be sucked.

It's so fucking reckless for an online lover not to be a magazine model!

He is not as good as all the perverts alone!

This time Qiao Yin looked at the photo, not only was there a faint heat flow underneath, but his nose was also uncomfortable, so he quickly put down his phone and touched it, but fortunately there was no nosebleed.

After entering the bathroom and washing his face to calm down, he had no choice but to give a comment to the online dating site: You are handsome because you are handsome, and you are also coquettish.

After a while, the online dating gentleman replied: It's absurd.

Seeing this reply, Qiao Yin silently added another sentence in his heart, shameless is also the most shameless you.Just as he was secretly feeling emotional, Wanglianjun sent another message.

High-quality photo resource gentleman: Have you participated in the event that my support club gives away shirts?

Qiao Yin replied to him with a puzzled smile: What?Want to blackmail me?

High-quality Meitu resource gentleman: Not really, I am an honest anchor, but many fans privately message me, asking if I can make the shirt pink, I also think pink is more fashionable than black and white, I am considering it, and I want to ask your opinion .

Zhilan Yushu: Please stop your dangerous thoughts immediately!I reject your fashion with my real name!

High-quality photo resource gentleman: You are looking down on the pioneering fashion of someone on our website!

Zhilan Yushu: You pack up and die.JPG

Zhilan Yushu: I have reason to suspect that the so-called fan suggestion was directed and acted by you, otherwise that fan must have been infected by you, and has become so blind that there is no cure!

In order to persuade the online lovers not to have such terrible thoughts, Qiao Yin didn't even have time to eat. Qiao's mother called and said that when he was downstairs, he had just worked through the ideological work of someone on the Internet.

After taking a sip of water and pursing his lips, he took the key and rushed downstairs.

Qiao's mother took good care of her. People in their 40s looked like they were only in their 30s. If it was his sister, some people would believe her.

"Sister Qiao!" Qiao Yin rushed over to hold her arm.

Qiao's mother looked him up and down gently, and concluded: "If you lose weight, you must not eat well by yourself."

The same world, the same mother, if you don’t see each other for two days, you will say that the child has become thinner, and if you put it under your nose for three days, you will feel disgusted by eating fat.

Qiao Yin said with a smile: "Nowadays it's popular to regard thinness as beauty, how many people want to be thin but still can't lose weight."

"No matter how thin you are, it doesn't look good." Qiao's mother didn't worry about it anymore, and opened the trunk to let him pick up things. In addition to half a box of big green mangoes, she also brought him a small bag of black wolfberries.

"This is a gift from a friend who traveled to Xinjiang and brought it back to me. I heard that it is more nutritious than red goji berry. If you have nothing to do, drink it and have fun."

"Okay, I'll go up if it's okay, and you can go back too." Qiao Yin held the things in his hands.

Qiao's mother nodded, turned around and just took two steps, then turned back and said to him: "It will be July and a half in a few days, remember to go home for dinner then."

Qiao Yin waved at her to signal that he understood.

The author has something to say:

Zong Jin: You look down on my Zong's fashion, but you look down on my Zong's tear mole!

Qiao Yin: Oh, your tear mole is fake.

Zong Jin: I hate it!