Endless Pampering Only For You

Song Shijun returned Qiran to the Han family, and he left.

They are reunited as a family, and of course they cannot stay.

The maid had been well-prepared for a long time and did not dare to show too much enthusiasm for Qiran, but always kept a friendly smile and led her into the living room.

"Miss Qiran, welcome home."

This sentence "Welcome Home" made Qi Ran stunned.

Welcome home……

She looked up and glanced at the luxurious villa.

Here is her home ...

Of course, when she checked her life, she also visited the Han family.

However, she never thought that she would come in this way one day ...

The door of the living room opened slowly in front of her.

Han Qiqing could not wait to run over, his exquisite little face was full of joy.

"Qiran! Welcome home!"

Qiran saw a figure running towards her, and her body's subconscious should be dodging, which is her instinctual response that she has cultivated over the years.

However, her body unexpectedly didn't move, and greeted Han Qiqing's hug.

Han Qiqing hugged her tightly, and said with tears in her eyes, "Great, our family is reunited."

Qiran's hand paused, slowly raised, and hugged her.

It has long been known that Qi Qing is a cheerful and sunny girl.

But hug like this, I know how warm her arms are.

So warm ...

...

This day is Wednesday.

After meeting Qiran, Qiran had never been to school, and Han Qiqing had no one at the same table and had been sitting alone.

She wanted Song Shijun to come up to the table with her, but the guy refused.

Moreover, the other students in the class have already been paired, although some people have offered to join the table with her.

But how can she break up others?

So leave it alone.

Sitting alone, I realized how precious it is to have a table.

Anyway, someone talks, alas, spit it out.

After this class, Han Qiqing lie helplessly on the table and sighed, "What should I do? I want the same table ..."

Song Shijun heard her request and poked on her back with a pen.

"Let ’s do that. You run a draft in school, from other classes in your sophomore year, find a table at your table. Is n’t that great? It will be fun!

Actually he was joking.

Unexpectedly, Han Qiqing listened, and his eyes rose up.

She glanced back and held Song Shijun's hand.

"You have a great idea!"

Song Shijun, "..."

He just joked and wanted to make her play.

Isn't this girl serious?

"Do you really feel great?" He couldn't help laughing or crying, what a great idea? It's outrageous.

Who finds the same table and is selected by a draft event?

Stop it!

However, Han Qiqing said honestly, "I think it ’s good, it ’s a school event, it ’s very interesting. How do you think it ’s better? Better than talent? Better than grade? Since it is my table, I have the final decision right?"

Song Shijun, "..."

She's so arrogant that she wouldn't really want to ...

He stumbled, "Do you really want to do this event?"

Han Qiqing nodded, "Really! I really want to be at the same table, not kidding. The more you think about it, the more your idea is great. You think about it, I don't know about other people, you can learn about it through the draft. They are more interesting to see, yes, I want to choose an interesting table, preferably humorous, can tell me jokes every day! "