Before Qin Ke returned to the room, Song Yunran hurriedly practiced several times.

Soon, he found with regret that the scarf could not be tied to his body at all. It was replaced with several familiar methods, which was far from the subject of the gift.

Song Yunran relied on his intuition to suspect that the netizen's little coup and his cognition had errors.

He had to turn to the Internet again and searched for the keywords "gift, body, tie". This time, he found a post with a theme that matched the theme. Unfortunately, after clicking it, he said "picture has been blocked".

The comments were full of wailing, and they all said that they came too late and missed the good things.

Song Yunran felt the same way. He didn't know what this forum was doing. Finally, a teaching post appeared and was blocked. It really made him nowhere to put his love of learning.

Forget it, he threw away the phone and just make do with a bow tomorrow night.

It’s good when you feel your mind comes.

The next day, Song Yunran went out alone. He took out a sum of cash from a nearby ATM and put it in a red envelope bought from a convenience store.

When I went back, I saw Qin Nianrong filming a video for Qin Ke.

Song Yunran carefully moved the red envelope to the second bedroom before coming out and asking, "What are you taking?"

"It's a New Year's benefit for fans." Qin Nianrong said gloomily, "I always do not look good enough in the photos."

Qin Ke takes the route of a professional actor. He doesn't have to do business on Weibo as frequently as a flow artist, but on an important festival like the Spring Festival, the company will still ask him to show his face to satisfy fans.

Song Yunran leaned over and took a look, but had nothing to say.

The aunt said that she did not look good enough, and she was too modest. If it weren't for Qin Ke's face to hold her back, the video she just shot could be described as terrible.

The composition is crooked, the picture is shaking, and the light source is wrong.

"...I'll do it."

Song Yunran couldn't bear the video to let Qin Ke drop her fans, took out her mobile phone, pointed the camera at Qin Ke for a try, turned around and turned off the dazzling overhead light in the living room, replaced it with a spotlight, and then changed it. From a shooting angle, the screen on the phone immediately became much more harmonious.

Qin Nianrong watched it with praise, and the mother's fan filter was thicker than before.

If it weren't for the fact that her own son was on the scene, she might have shouted, "You are the best cub in the world."

Song Yunran's whole body swelled: "Yes, I also think I am super awesome!"

"Yes, you should maintain such confidence." Qin Nianrong nodded and replied.

One dare to praise, one dare to believe.

Qin Ke, who had been ignored for a long time, couldn't bear it: "...Can't you still shoot?"

"Oh, it was shot."

Song Yunran blinked at Qin Nianrong, and the two remained quiet tacitly, allowing Qin Ke to finally finish saying the usual Spring Festival blessings.

After a video was filmed, Song Yunran asked: "Another one?"

Qin Ke took the phone and read it, and said, "It's good, you can send it to me directly."

Song Yunran had no objection, after all, he also thought his palm mirror was impeccable.

After the video was sent out, he made a special trip to click on Weibo and watched it several times. The more he watched it, the more sure he became. This is definitely the best shot of all the stars' New Year greetings.

Click on the comment and read it again. As expected, the fans also spoke highly of this video.

There are also observant fans who have found some unusual signs through the clues in the background.

[Husband came home for the New Year? 】

[The wallpaper behind this...well, I've confirmed it, it must be at my mother's house, and my house also has the same wallpaper. 】

[Laughing to death, obscured small broken flowers, mothers' favorite. 】

I have to say that contemporary netizens all have a pair of Leeuwenhoek eyes.

While Song Yunran felt extremely admired, he couldn't help feeling a touch of fortune. Fortunately, he deliberately avoided the scenery outside the window, otherwise the fans might be able to directly pick out the address of the aunt's home.

He was scanning Weibo, and suddenly heard Qin Ke ask: "What did you just go downstairs for?"

Song Yunran raised his head vigilantly. Seeing Qin Nianrong had already walked to the balcony to answer the phone, he whispered back: "Didn't you say that yesterday? I'm going to prepare a red envelope for auntie."

Qin Ke laughed blankly: "Do you really plan to give it?"

After Song Yunran nodded seriously, he patted the other person's head helplessly, and said in a low voice with emotion, "It's too good, no wonder there are so many fans."

"Pay attention to your manner of speaking."

Song Yunran patted his paw, "And I advise you to reflect on yourself and learn to be sweeter like me. You see how happy I have coaxed my aunt these past two days."

Qin Ke raised his eyebrows: "Well, Xiao Song is great."

"Of course."

Song Yunran snorted proudly, completely forgetting that if it hadn't been for Qin Ke's help yesterday, he and Qin Nianrong would have been in an awkward awkwardness with each other, and how could they get along as well as they do today.

On the night of the New Year's Eve, every household heard the sound of watching the Spring Festival Gala.

Song Yunran used WeChat to contact relatives and friends with Qin Nianrong popular performers, and occasionally quarreled with Qin Ke. The whole night was lively and fulfilling.

When the bell rang at twelve o'clock, Song Yunran pinched a point to send New Year greetings to his parents who were far away. Knowing that there is a time difference between them in China, he did not wait for a reply, but went to the second bedroom. He turned out the red envelope he had hidden for the whole afternoon, and handed it to Qin Nianrong: "Auntie Happy Chinese New Year!"

Qin Nianrong was taken aback.

President Xiao Song's shot was too lavish, and the red envelope was like a brick. She didn't look closely just now, thinking that Song Yunran had brought out some portable weapon.

But what Song Yunran never expected was that Qin Nianrong also backhanded out two big red envelopes and sent one to him and Qin Ke.

After a pleasant red envelope exchange activity, Song Yunran's WeChat suddenly kept ringing.

He clicked on it and found that it was the employees of Galaxy making a fuss in the group, collective @他要擊年钱.

Song Yunran is a generous and good president. He sent dozens of red envelopes one after another. He looked up again and found that at some point, Qin Nianrong had called Qin Ke to the master bedroom, and said something earnestly.

Probably it was the occasion of leaving the old and welcoming the new.

Song Yunran realized that this was a good opportunity.

He pretended to take the shower as if nothing had happened, and while the mother and son over there were still talking, he slipped back to the second bedroom and took out the scarf he had prepared for a long time.

Qin Ke will come in at any time, success or failure depends on this.

Song Yunran took a deep breath, stood in front of the full-length mirror, and began to urgently dress himself up as a precious New Year gift.

He hung the two ends of the scarf on his chest, recalling how to tie the bow, but he tried it twice but found that it didn't go well.

This is completely different from the normal feel of a tie.

To tie the bow beautifully, you must ensure that the outline is firm enough, but the cashmere scarf he has on hand is soft and fluffy. After being tied, it collapses softly, as if tied with a giant shoelace, the effect is completely stretched.

Obviously, last night he thought that his heart came to mind, but now he couldn't help being more particular.

Song Yunran took off the scarf and started all over again. This time he tied it more carefully than last time. The scarf gradually showed the outline of the bow tie as if he heard his voice.

There is only one last step left to be done.

Calm, composure, you can.

He secretly cheered for himself.

-"Click".

A sudden opening of the door broke the silence in the room.

Song Yunran was shocked, his strength instantly out of control, his hands pulling the scarf to both sides suddenly used force, directly pulling the scarf to its tightest!

A sense of suffocation that fate held his throat strongly pressed against his neck.

Song Yunran panicked, opened his eyes and opened his mouth, and made a loud single tone: "Oh--"

Qin Ke pushing in: "..."

He didn't have time to think about what he was doing, and rushed forward, decisively and quickly to help reopen the scarves that were almost tied into knots.

Qin Nianrong heard the movement and rushed over.

As soon as she stepped into the door, she was startled by the scene in front of her: "My God!"

"Cough cough cough cough cough cough —"

The moment the scarf was loosened, Song Yunran coughed out a movement that was about to die.

He knelt on the floor and gasped for a few breaths of fresh air in embarrassment. The moment he was finally able to breathe freely, his mind fell into a state of freeze.

His body is not suffocated, but his soul is already suffocated.

Qin Ke threw the scarf aside and knelt down, "Is it better?"

Qin Nianrong also leaned forward and patted his back anxiously: "What happened? How can I get entangled in a scarf? Oh no, I think it's better to call 120 for first aid!"

"...No, no need."

Song Yunran sounded like a mosquito and struggled to squeeze a little from his throat, "It's okay, I'll just sit there for a while."

Qin Nianrong was still worried, and wanted to say something more, but when she saw Qin Ke winking at her, she had to turn her head one step at a time and withdraw from the second bedroom.

Qin Ke went to lock the door behind him, and then helped Song Yunran to sit by the bed.

Although he hasn't figured out the specific reasons yet, he has vaguely realized what he should do at the moment by virtue of his relationship over the past year.

Don't talk, wait for Xiao Song to come over by himself.

A few minutes later, Song Yunran finally moved.

Like a robot, he stiffly got into the bed and pulled the bed up to cover his face. A muffled voice came from the bed: "Don't say anything."

"...Okay." Qin Ke asked, "but you mind telling me, what did you do just now?"

Song Yunran's face was flushed with shame hidden in the quilt. He tightly grasped the cuffs and said aggrieved: "You are still embarrassed to ask, isn't it all because of you."

Had it not been for Qin Ke, how could he have fallen to this point!

One side of the mattress suddenly sank slightly.

Qin Ke's voice got closer: "Well, I was the one who caused it."

He seemed to lie down next to him, continuing to guess, "Should I not open the door suddenly?"

"You shouldn't always ask me for gifts."

Song Yunran said, "I know I'm not prepared, you still want it, otherwise I wouldn't want to put myself..."

In an instant, Song Yunran's voice stopped abruptly.

Give yourself as a gift to you...

He hadn't realized it before, but after speaking it out at this moment, he finally realized dullly that this sentence seemed very strange.

But Qin Ke seemed to have realized something next to him.

He stood up, opened the quilt, and looked at Song Yunran with a frightened expression: "This is the gift you want to give me?"

"Shut up!" Song Yunran angrily said, "Now Dad doesn't want to give it away!"

A slight smile appeared on Qin Ke's lips.

He picked up the scarf that fell on the ground and turned his head to look at Song Yunran who was embarrassed and angry: "Don't be angry, I will teach you, okay?"

Song Yunran hesitated for a moment, then sat up and asked, "Will you?"

"Try it anyway?" Qin Ke smiled, "stretched out his hand."

Song Yunran stretched out his hands dubiously, and then saw Qin Ke tied his two wrists together with a scarf.

The soft fabric clings to the skin of the wrist, bringing a strange touch.

"...You, you wait a moment."

Song Yunran realized that something was wrong, he seemed to know why the post was blocked last night!

Qin Ke cheated over and kissed his trembling eyelashes: "Dad is scared?"

What is your dad at this time!

Song Yunran was so angry that he wanted to curse, but just as he opened his mouth, he watched Qin Ke reach out and press the bedside switch.

When his vision fell into dim darkness, his breathing was also chaotic.

In the darkness, Qin Ke gently kissed his lips.

But at the same time, the palms with distinct joints slid down little by little.

Song Yunran's head was dumbfounded.

This is an exceptionally unfamiliar feeling. It has always been a little secret that he has handled. Suddenly Qin Ke has the initiative, making him not know how to respond for a while.

When the skin became hotter and hotter, he hurriedly protested: "Are you crazy? Auntie is still next door."

Qin Ke bit his earlobe and exhaled a warm breath: "Well, so you should be quieter."

The author has something to say: I'm sorry that Cavin provokes today (.

But for that, you will forgive me, right QAQ

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