Before Qin Ke returned to his room, Song Yunran hurriedly practiced a few times.
Soon, he found regretfully that the scarf could not be tied on his body at all, and he had to replace it with several familiar tying methods, which were far from the theme of the gift.
Song Yunran relied on his intuition and suspected that there was a discrepancy between the little tricks of netizens and his cognition.
He had no choice but to turn to the Internet for help again, and searched with the keywords "gift, body, bondage". This time, he found a post with a matching theme. Unfortunately, after clicking on it, it was full of "pictures have been blocked".
There was a lot of wailing in the comments, 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 was going on in this forum. Finally, a teaching post appeared and was blocked. It really left his love of learning nowhere to rest.
Forget it, he put away the phone and just tie a bow tomorrow night.
It's good when you get it.
The next day, Song Yunran went out alone. He took out a sum of cash from a nearby ATM and put it into a red envelope bought from a convenience store.
When I went back, I saw Qin Nianrong taking a video of Qin Ke.
Song Yunran carefully transferred the red envelope to the second bedroom before coming out and asking, "What are you taking pictures of?"
"It's a New Year's benefit for fans." Qin Nianrong said depressingly, "My photos are always not good-looking."
Qin Ke takes the route of a professional actor, and usually does not need to do business on Weibo as frequently as a traffic artist, but when it comes to such an important festival as the Spring Festival, the company will still ask him to show his face to satisfy fans.
Song Yunran leaned over to take a look, but had nothing to say.
Auntie said that she didn't take good-looking shots, and she was simply too modest. If Qin Ke hadn't supported her face there, the video just shot could be described as horrible.
The composition is crooked, the picture is shaking, and the light source is wrong.
"... Let me do it."
Song Yunran couldn't bear to release the video to make Qin Ke lose fans, took out his mobile phone, pointed the camera at Qin Ke and tried it, turned around and turned off the dazzling overhead light in the living room, changed it to a spotlight, and then changed From a shooting angle, the picture on the phone immediately became much more harmonious.
Qin Nianrong kept praising her, the mommy filter was thicker than before.
If she hadn't been worried that her own son was there, she would probably have shouted "You are the best cub in the world".
Song Yunran's whole body swelled up: "That's right, I also think I'm super powerful!"
"Yes, you should maintain such confidence." Qin Nianrong nodded and replied.
What a dare to boast, a dare to believe.
Qin Ke, who had been ignored for a long time, couldn't bear it any longer: "...do you still want to shoot?"
"Oh, yes, yes."
Song Yunran blinked at Qin Nianrong, and the two kept quiet tacitly, allowing Qin Ke to finally finish his usual Spring Festival blessings.
After a video was shot, Song Yunran asked, "Another one?"
Qin Ke took the phone and read it, and said, "It's very good, you can send it to me directly."
Song Yunran didn't object, after all he also thought that his 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, the more certain he was. This is definitely the best shot of all the stars' New Year greetings.
Click on the comments and watch again. Sure enough, the fans also highly appreciated this video.
There are also careful fans who have discovered some unusual signs through the clues in the background.
[Husband is home for the New Year?]
[The wallpaper behind this... well, I checked, it must be at my mother's house, and my house also has the same wallpaper.]
[Laughing, little broken flowers with dark patterns, mothers' favorite.]
It has to be said that contemporary netizens all have the eyes of Leeuwenhoek.
While Song Yunran was extremely admired, he couldn't help but feel a little lucky. Fortunately, he deliberately avoided the scenery outside the window just now, otherwise the fans might be able to find out the address of the aunt's house directly.
He was scrolling through Weibo when he suddenly heard Qin Ke ask, "What did you go downstairs for?"
Song Yunran raised his head vigilantly, seeing that Qin Nianrong had gone to the balcony to answer the phone, he whispered back: "Didn't I say yesterday that I want to prepare a red envelope for auntie."
Qin Ke couldn't help laughing: "Are you really planning to give it?"
After Song Yunran nodded seriously, he patted the other person on the head helplessly, and said in a low voice with emotion, "You're so good, no wonder there are so many mother fans."
"Pay attention to how you speak."
Song Yunran slapped his paw off, "And I advise you to reflect on yourself and learn to be sweeter like me. Look how happy I have been coaxing my aunt these two days."
Qin Ke raised his eyebrows: "Well, Mr. Song is very good."
"Of course."
Song Yunran snorted proudly, completely forgetting that if it wasn't for Qin Ke's help yesterday, he and Qin Nianrong must still be in the awkward situation of mutual awkwardness, how could they get along as harmoniously as they do today.
On the night of the New Year's Eve, every household heard the sound of watching the Spring Festival Gala.
While Song Yunran and Qin Nianrong were popular performers on stage, they used WeChat to connect with relatives and friends, and occasionally had a quarrel with Qin Ke. The whole night was lively and fulfilling.
When the twelve o'clock bell rang, Song Yunran sent New Year greetings to his parents who were far away abroad. Knowing that they had a time difference with China, he didn't wait for a reply, but went to the second bedroom He dug out the red envelope he had hidden all afternoon, and handed it to Qin Nianrong in a flash: "Auntie, Happy Chinese New Year!"
Qin Nianrong was startled.
Xiao Song's hands were always too generous, the red envelope looked like a brick when she took it out, she didn't look carefully just now, she thought Song Yunran took out some portable weapon.
But what Song Yunran never expected was that Qin Nianrong also took out two big red envelopes backhandedly and sent one to him and Qin Ke.
After a pleasant exchange of red envelopes, Song Yunran's WeChat suddenly kept ringing.
He clicked on it, and found that it was Xinghe's employees who were booing in the group, collectively @他要奖年金.
Song Yunran is a generous and good CEO, he sent out dozens of red envelopes one after another, and when he looked up again, he found that at some point, Qin Nianrong had called Qin Ke to the master bedroom, saying something earnestly.
Probably when saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new, mother and child always have to say something careless.
Song Yunran realized that this was a good opportunity.
After taking a shower as if nothing had happened, he quietly slipped back to the second bedroom while the mother-son conversation over there was still going on, and took out the scarf that he had prepared for a long time.
Qin Ke will come in at any time, success or failure depends on it.
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, tried twice but found that it was not smooth.
This is completely different from the normal feel of wearing a tie.
If the bow is to be tied beautifully, the outline must be crisp enough, but the cashmere scarf he has in hand is soft and fluffy, and after it is tied, it collapses there softly, as if tied with a giant shoelace, the effect is completely stretching the hips.
Obviously last night he was thinking that it would be good if he got what he wanted, but now he couldn't help being particular about it.
Song Yunran unwrapped the scarf and started again. This time he tied it more carefully than last time, and the scarf gradually took on the outline that a bow tie should have, as if hearing his inner voice.
There is only one last step left to be done.
Calm down, calm down, you can do it.
He secretly cheered for himself.
- "click".
A sudden door opening broke the silence in the room.
Song Yunran was shocked, so frightened that he lost control of his strength in an instant, the hands that were pulling the scarf to both sides suddenly exerted force, and directly pulled the scarf as tight as possible!
A sense of suffocation, as if fate had strangled his throat, strongly oppressed his neck.
Song Yunran panicked, opened his eyes wide and opened his mouth, and uttered a loud single sound: "Ugh—"
Qin Ke who pushed the door and entered: "..."
Before he had time to think about what he was doing, he rushed forward and decisively and quickly helped untie the scarf that was almost knotted.
Qin Nianrong rushed over when she heard the movement.
As soon as she stepped into the door, she was shocked by the scene in front of her: "My God!"
"Cough cough cough cough—"
The moment the scarf was loosened, Song Yunran coughed out the news that he was about to die.
He knelt down on the floor and took a few breaths of fresh air in embarrassment. The next moment he was finally able to breathe freely, his mind fell into a dead state.
His body was not suffocated, but his soul was.
Qin Ke threw the scarf aside and squatted down: "Is it better?"
Qin Nianrong also stepped forward and anxiously patted him on the back: "What's wrong, how could he be entangled in the scarf, oh no, I think it's better to call 120 first aid!"
"...No, no need."
Song Yun's voice was like a mosquito, and he struggled to squeeze out some sound from his throat, "It's okay, I'll be fine after just sitting down for a while."
Qin Nianrong was still worried, and wanted to say something more, but seeing Qin Ke winking at her, she had no choice but to back out of the second bedroom step by step.
Qin Ke went over and locked the door, then helped Song Yunran to sit beside the bed.
Although he hasn't figured out the specific reason yet, with the help of getting along with him this year, he vaguely realizes what to do at this moment.
Don't talk, wait for President Xiao Song to recover by himself.
A few minutes later, Song Yunran finally moved.
Like a robot, he got into the bed stiffly, and pulled the quilt up to cover his face. A muffled voice came from under the bed: "Don't speak out."
"...Okay." Qin Ke asked, "But would you mind telling me, what were you doing just now?"
Song Yunran's face was flushed with embarrassment when he was hiding under the quilt. He held onto his cuffs tightly and said aggrievedly, "You still have the nerve to ask, but it's all your fault."
If it wasn't for Qin Ke, how could he have fallen to this point!
One side of the mattress suddenly sank slightly.
Qin Ke's voice was closer: "Well, I did it."
He seemed to lie down beside him, and continued to speculate, "Shouldn't I open the door suddenly?"
"You shouldn't always ask me for gifts."
Song Yunran said, "You know I'm not prepared, but you still want to, 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 didn't realize it before, but after saying it now, he finally realized dully that this sentence seemed very strange.
But Qin Ke beside him seemed to have realized something.
He stood up, pulled off the quilt, and looked at Song Yunran who was terrified: "This is the gift you want to give me?"
"Shut up!" Song Yunran said angrily, "Now Dad doesn't want to give it away!"
There was a slight smile on Qin Ke's lips.
He picked up the scarf that fell on the ground, and turned to look at Song Yunran who was ashamed and indignant: "Don't be angry, I'll teach you, okay?"
Song Yunran hesitated for a moment, sat up and asked, "You know?"
"Anyway, try it?" Qin Ke smiled, "Stretch out your hand."
Song Yunran stretched out his hands in doubt, and then saw Qin Ke tied his two wrists together with a scarf.
The soft fabric clings to the skin between the wrists, bringing a strange touch.
"... You, you wait a moment."
Song Yunran realized that something was wrong, he seemed to know why the picture was blocked in the post last night!
Qin Ke leaned over and kissed his trembling eyelashes: "Dad is scared?"
What's your name 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 switch at the head of the bed.
When his vision fell into darkness, his breathing also fluctuated.
In the darkness, Qin Ke gently kissed his lips.
But at the same time, the palm with well-defined joints slid down little by little.
Song Yunran was in a daze.
This is an extremely strange feeling, and it has always been a little secret that he has dealt with, but Qin Ke suddenly took the initiative, leaving him at a loss as to how to respond.
When the temperature of his skin was getting hotter and hotter, he protested hastily: "Are you crazy? Auntie is still next door."
Qin Ke bit his earlobe and exhaled a warm breath: "Well, so keep your voice down."
The author has something to say: I'm sorry to mess with Cavin today (.
But for the sake of that, you guys will forgive me, right QAQ