Xia Mu got up early, opened the wardrobe to pick clothes, and after choosing clothes, she started choosing hairpin. Song Fuxing bought too many clips for her, and she might not be able to wear them every day.

She was struggling for a while, and the phone rang on time. She rushed to the bed, took out the phone and picked it up, "You're here?"

"Yeah, I just arrived."

Xia Mu took a look at the time and quickly got up and walked to the dressing table. He picked up a small hairpin and said anxiously while clamping it: "I'll come down soon, wait."

"It's still early, take your time." Song Fuxing replied in a shallow voice. Perhaps because of the early morning, the sound came along the sound of electric current, and the tone became cleaner and better.

Xia Mu looked at herself in the mirror and thought that Song Fuxing was waiting for her to go to the amusement park downstairs, and he couldn't help but feel pounding. This felt so unreal.

She quickly put on her white sneakers and saw Song Fuxing standing at the door as soon as she opened the door.

He waited quietly, and the white T-shirt made people look cleaner and more elegant. The morning sun shone on him, just like the first time he saw him that year.

The only difference is that he was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, which was completely incompatible with his own coldness.

Xia Mu was stunned. He didn't look like a flower sender.

When Song Fuxing saw her come out, he handed over the flowers in his hand, which were a bouquet of blue stars.

Blue is dotted on it, which is completely different from red roses and has different flower language.

The blue sky full of stars means that I really like you.

Song Fuxing's eyes seemed to fall on her, Xia Mu took the flower from his hand, and his heartbeat inexplicably accelerated.

"It looks very good." Song Fuxing looked at the clip on her head and commented.

Xia Mu held Hua and looked at him, thinking he wanted to say what she was thinking, but it was also good to praise her for being good today.

They all wore white tops tacitly today, and they looked like couple outfits~

She had not had time to speak out about their tacit understanding of dressing.

Song Fuxing's gaze swept down and landed on her short skirt with two pieces of her knees up.

Xia Mu's legs were long and straight, and the girl's pleated skirt made her waist thin and her legs long. Her long legs were exposed outside, making her look so white.

Xia Mu was a little shy when he saw his eyes falling on his skirt. He didn't know if he liked it or not, but she had been picking it for a long time.

She has little breasts, but her legs are long. Although she does not have the advantage of a door, she always has a window to show off her advantages.

Xia Mu couldn't help but pull up his skirt and showed it to him, "Does it look good?"

Song Fuxing paused for a moment before saying, "It looks good."

Xia Mu turned around happily to close the door, raised his skirt slightly, revealing his thin white legs, making him more and more dazzling.

Song Fuxing's expression was slightly solemn.

Xia Mu was proud of his window, and someone stretched out his hand to pull down the window paper.

Xia Mu looked at the hem of the skirt and looked at Song Fuxing's serious look. Those who didn't know thought that something was difficult in his company.

Xia Mu couldn't help but want to laugh. No wonder he just said that his good-looking expression was so unhappy. It turned out that he felt it was too short.

In her opinion, this skirt is actually fine, not to mention that it is a miniskirt, not to mention that there are pants inside, so she is not afraid of exposing herself.

Xia Mu felt it was necessary to give Song Fuxing some information about the diversity of girls' skirts.

"This is a skirt and pants, it won't be exposed." She pulled up the hem of the skirt and looked at the shorts inside. The tight shorts made her legs look thinner and longer, and the movements of lifting the skirt were particularly ambiguous.

Song Fuxing obviously didn't know that there was such a skirt. He paused slightly, quickly withdrew his gaze, and went downstairs first, "Let's go."

Xia Mu held the flowers in his arms and followed him all the way, unable to help but secretly slapped his expectations, "How could you think of buying blue stars?"

"The color looks good, don't you like blue?" Song Fuxing replied calmly, obviously without any deeper meaning.

Sure enough, I can't expect him to have any mood...

Xia Mu looked at the flowers in his hand, and thought that he was really just sending flowers, so he couldn't help but sang a counter-tune, "I like pink now."

Song Fuxing obviously didn't notice her little emotions. He glanced at the flowers in her hand and quickly learned a lesson, "Then I'll give pink next time."

Xia Mu completely gave up struggling. How could she hope that a man who even clamps the opposite of his clips would be romantic to send flowers?

There are many people on weekend playgrounds, and there are many couples.

Xia Mu looked at Song Fuxing holding her hand and couldn't help but be happy.

In fact, they once went to the playground together. It was a party in their high school, and everyone organized them to come out to play together.

At that time, she thought he would not come, but she didn't expect that he would participate.

But that happened a long time ago, and he probably didn't remember it, and he didn't even know that she had been to the playground with him.

"What do you want to play first?"

Xia Mu glanced around him and found that there were many people surrounding the chocolate house in front, which seemed to be a shooting game. "Let's play that first."

"good."

In front of the chocolate house, there is indeed a shooting game. There are human cards in the middle, and dolls are all on both sides, hanging on the walls of all sizes. It is a very attractive prize for girls.

The competition is divided into four groups, and four people play the game at the same time. The one with the most cards in the game is played and the final pk is performed to get the doll.

When Xia Mu saw this kind of game, his eyes shone and quickly turned to look at the good baby, "I am the most talented in this game. Wait for me, I will give you a few rag dolls to play."

Song Fuxing raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the little hairy rabbit who was not as tall as his shoulders, "Give it to me?"

Xia Mu nodded repeatedly, "I often go to balloons in elementary school, and my marksmanship is accurate. You can see the doll you want first, and I'll get it for you later."

Song Fuxing was not interested in winning the game. He thought that if she liked it, she could buy it directly and buy as much as she wanted.

But since she likes to be a little more roundabout, he did not refuse.

Xia Mu took Song Fuxing to line up, and it was their turn soon, and it happened to be four couples.

Originally, they wanted a man to fight, but when they saw Xia Mu, a girl, got embarrassed to compete, so they could only let their girlfriends go.

The men who had left looked at Song Fuxing. They had never seen anyone standing next to their girlfriends and waiting for their girlfriends to win the gift.

Isn’t this kind of shooting game the time to show your boyfriend’s strength?

However, it seems that they don’t need to show it. After all, the temperament on the face is there, and they just stand by and applaud their girlfriend, so their girlfriend is probably very happy.

When Song Fuxing was criticized by other boys as a vase, two of the four girls had already left the scene because they had too many bullets.

Only Shamu and another girl were left to compete one-on-one.

Xia Mu was quite accurate after shooting a few shots. The other girl was a little anxious when she was criticized by the cards. She quickly turned around and pulled her boyfriend, "I'm going to lose, come, come!"

The man looked at Xia Mu and felt a little embarrassed, "It's not good."

The girl was immediately unhappy, "What's wrong with it? I was asking you to play the doll for me, and I even asked me to play it myself."

As soon as he spoke, it became serious. The man quickly took the gun from his girlfriend's hand and said, "I'll do it, I shouldn't have let you do it."

This man obviously has some experience, probably practiced it, and he got it every hit.

The level of primary school students like Xia Mu is obviously not enough, and his speed is twice as fast as himself.

She was anxious to chase her, but she lost her accuracy and shot her several shots.

The chocolate homeowner was also a little unable to bear it, "What a little girl, why not let your boyfriend try it?"

The people on the side also agreed, the difference in strength was too great, and you could tell at a glance that you had won or lose.

The man also stopped and looked at Xia Mu, probably because he felt that he was not good at winning. "Let your boyfriend come on. I am embarrassed to win a big man if the little girl."

Xia Mu looked at Song Fuxing. He probably didn't know how to shoot a game like this?

Since she is the first person every year, then obviously there is no other entertainment life besides studying. How could she play such shooting games like her?

Seeing her, Song Fuxing whispered, "Do you need me to do it?"

Xia Mu held the gun in his hand and was a little uncertain, "I probably don't have a few bullets anymore. I won a lot. Can you do it?"

"I'll try it." Song Fuxing reached out to take the gun from her hand and tried the feel.

The man next to him had long regarded Song Fuxing as a vase, especially his girlfriend had just looked at Song Fuxing a few times, and she had some thoughts on gesture.

He waited specially, intending to give him a hand. Anyway, the ending will be a win, so he didn't care about giving him a few more bullets.

"Do you want to make up the bullets?"

Song Fuxing obviously didn't need to give in. For him, winning is winning, losing is losing, and there is no need to take shortcuts. "No, just start."

When the man gave in, he was unwilling to do so, and he didn't care about him anymore and started shooting directly.

The difficulty of the next round is increased, and the human cards in the distance begin to move, which is very fast and extremely difficult, so it is almost impossible to hit.

The man next to him also struggled. Such rapid movement tests his accurate head and reaction ability. The time when the bullet is fired and the resistance of the wind must be accurately grasped. It is not possible to get a difference of 0:00 and 1 second.

Many people lost in this level, and they couldn't get all ten shots, so they could only win the little doll.

The man next to him fired a few shots, most of whom were empty. Although there were no bullets, he also got hit a lot.

Song Fuxing didn't shoot a single shot, and quietly watched the fast moving man card in front of him with the gun.

The man couldn't help but laugh and joke, "Brother, if it doesn't work, just shoot a few shots and let it go."

His girlfriend pulled him, "You just want to hit your own, do you care whether others will hit you?"
To be continued...