Shen Baiqing met his "little uncle" for the first time. Shen's mother next to him kept urging: "Bai Qing, call me uncle."
Facing this uncle who was still wearing food clothes, Shen Baiqing encountered an unspeakable moment for the first time in his life.
The expectant look in Shen's mother's eyes next to her forced Shen Baiqing to speak: "Uncle."
When he saw his "little uncle" again, he had grown from the big kid to the high-spirited young man he is now. Even though he was trapped among girls, the expression on his face remained as indifferent as ever.
Friends around him all know that he has a "little uncle", and they look to him for their daily happiness.
"Bai Qing, isn't that your uncle? I didn't expect that he is so lucky at such a young age."
Shen Baiqing turned his head and looked in the direction of his finger. Sure enough, it was just as he said.
Withdrawing his gaze, Shen Baiqing turned around and left. His friend beside him was confused: "Bai Qing, you don't care?"
"What do I care about?"
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On the wedding night, the two of them were in love.
The next day, Shen Baiqing once again suffered the unspeakable version 2.0, The pain of falling apart all over his body, making Shen Baiqing never forget the conversation last night.
"Uncle, do you still remember that when you were a freshman in high school, you were surrounded by a group of little girls? You were so lucky."
It wasn't until the positions of the two parties were forced to change later that Su Qingsi answered his question.
"Of course I remember. Didn't you say you don't care? Why are you still fussing over it now, my good nephew?"
Shen Baiqing realized that he had been tricked. Now that he was thinking about his friend, he couldn't help but sigh that he was right.
"Su Qingsi doesn't look like Shou at all."
Concept: The bridge is naturally straight from the head of the bed