Chapter 489 Qin Yuqiao

The latter's call effectively saved Qu Nan's cell phone from almost slipping out again. Qu Nan breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed it suddenly, shook his head, and then moved forward to communicate with the latter.

After this short paragraph was confirmed, He Jiayi on the side put his mobile phone into his bag. He looked like he was having a headache under his glasses. If he took a screenshot and used it as an emoticon, it would probably be like "No big words.jpg".

Qu Nan sighed secretly, looked down and saw that Xue Yuan had also sent him a private message, and suddenly felt a thump in his heart. He didn't even click on the red dot to eliminate it, for fear that Xue Yuan's side would show "Inputting".

He hurriedly opened the dialog box with Qin Jue, typed for a long time and deleted them one by one. In the end, he only used two or three sentences to tell Xue Yuan about asking for her address. Then he gritted his teeth and turned off the phone, raised his head and stared at it intently. To post in front of the computer screen.

Down to business! Mind business first!

Seeing that both Qu Nan and He Jiayi had calmed down, Wang Kaiyue could no longer focus on the gossip, so he put down his phone and came over.

To be honest, he felt quite happy at first. If he were Qin Jue, he had a girlfriend at home, and there were other beautiful women who were obsessed with him, it would satisfy his vanity just thinking about it.

But seeing Xue Yuan getting more and more crazy, Wang Kaiyue gradually became afraid and put his little thoughts behind him.

As we all know, yanderes and nymphos are cute only in the second dimension! Hide as far as you can in reality!

He increasingly felt that Qin Jue was still very wise, and there was nothing wrong with consciously keeping a distance from other women.

The three of them each returned to the fine cutting work in complicated moods.

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"Pfft." In the apartment, Qiao Yu pointed her fingers on the tablet, enlarging a delicate painting manuscript and trying hard not to laugh.

Qin Jue, who was holding a stack of information in his hand, leaned over and his eyes immediately lit up.

I saw a slender girl depicted on the screen. The style of the painting was somewhere between comics and real life. She was 60-70% similar to Qiao Yu, but she had a pair of fluffy fox ears on her head and fluffy hair on the back of her waist. Big loose tail.

There is a confusing Zheng written in the lower right corner of the drawing.

"Sister." Qiao Yu suppressed her laughter and trembled slightly, "The deputy team leader and your preferences are so consistent."

Qin Jue's face turned red on the spot.

"Ahem!" She prevaricated randomly, "What about that? Are there any changes that need to be made?"

Okay, she admitted it. She likes to resemble animals. She has seen so many people who are messy and indescribable. Over time, she always likes to give the people close to her animals names with similar characteristics. She can't say it smoothly. It looks so cute, I can’t help but want to hold it and rub it.

Of course, Cheng Zheng was very familiar with his husband's hobbies. He had been infected with them over the years. At this time, he was like a little fox holding a pen remotely. Qin Jue was so satisfied with this that he wanted a figure. .

"I think it's pretty good~" Qiao Yu couldn't help but smile, her eyes narrowed into slits, and her cheeks became slightly bulging due to the raised corners of her mouth.

My furry sister is so cute——

"Don't I want to lose face?" Qin Jue read this sentence from the little fox's eyes, the tips of his ears suddenly turned red, and he reached out and pinched her face.

Qiao Yu kept laughing and rested her head on Qin Jue's shoulder. She was already thinking about what kind of birthday gift to give her.

After all, the disputes and wars on the Internet are only considered "big things" in the eyes of the participants. When people really put down their electronic devices and stay away from the Internet, they will find that they can also calm down, feel and think, and the environment around them It's not that chaotic and full of guns and sticks.

This afternoon, Qin Jue stayed at home and discussed various details of virtual anchoring with Qiao Yu and others, without any bad influence at all.

"Have you decided which platform to go to?" She turned over a page of the simple information booklet in her hand. On it were the results compiled by Mori Ran, which Masako Riki had just printed out not long ago.

"Well, let's stop at E." Qiao Yu chuckled.

E-site is the place with the strongest two-dimensional culture in China. It has developed very well in recent years. It has become increasingly popular while retaining its characteristics. The user group has also expanded from young people to middle-aged and elderly people. Many virtual anchors regard E-site as The most important business platform.

"Very good. Your live broadcast lasts at least two hours. Short video platforms like Miao Video are not suitable."

Qin Jue nodded, "The account upgrade at Station E is slow. It requires both time and activity. Have you registered before? If not, I suggest you answer the inbound questionnaire as soon as possible."

"Okay." Qiao Yu nodded and clicked on the registration page on the tablet.

In the credit reporting society, regardless of size, every social platform has requirements for real-name authentication. Taking a photo and uploading an ID card is the most basic.

Qiao Yu subconsciously touched the pocket of his jeans and found nothing.

"Well, I'm going to get my identity -"

An ID card no bigger than a palm appeared in her field of vision, and underneath it was Qin Jue's open palm.

Qiao Yu was stunned. She clearly saw the words on it.

Qin Yuqiao, female, was born on July 10th.

"I just asked about this before going out in the morning. You said you wanted to set your birthday yesterday." Qin Jue's voice contained a smile, "So I asked your brother-in-law for a favor. It was quite fast. I got it on the way back. .”

Her tone was so natural and ordinary, but her other hand pulled out an adoption application as if by magic.

The hooded photo has been neatly posted, and all the information has been filled in. Only the lower right corner is empty, where a line of bold text is printed: Adopted person's signature (volunteer required).

Qin Jue put them together on the tablet.

Qiao Yu stared blankly. She didn't need to raise her head to know how gentle the eyes of the person opposite were flowing.

"Uh, of course." Qin Jue continued, "You can use your original ID card if you want - I signed this name after looking at the contract for the previous song - it doesn't matter..."

It was rare that the end of her speech was not as crisp and solid as usual, and every second of pause and elongation was a sign of respect and concern.

Qiao Yu lowered his head hard, trying very, very hard not to let his tears fall on it.

She touched the ID card with her fingertips, touching the surname, name, and date of birth, and then held it in her palm with great treasure.

Qiao Yu was put at the door of the orphanage at the end of February seventeen years ago, and met Qin Jue on June 15 this year; but Qin Yuqiao was in their bedtime whispers with Qin Jue on July 10. Truly becoming a music witch and a better version of myself.

This was her little thought, but someone put this little thought into the warm palms and turned it into a big anniversary.

"elder sister."

Her tears still fell, and her sweet and soft voice was tinged with a soft cry, "Sister, hug me."

There was endless tenderness in Qin Jue's eyes. She smiled silently and stretched out her arms to hug Qin Yuqiao.

"Okay." She responded to her sister's coquettishness and attachment and patted her shoulder gently.

"Qiaoqiao, welcome home."