Favorite!Haunted by President Bingshan

After throwing it away, the towel hung loosely on half of his head, obstructing his vision, and the sound of the end of the game sounded.

Qin Mutian stared at his tragic death in the game, and his heart became angry. He angrily tore off the towel on his head and stared at Qin Qing, "Why did you throw me away?"

Qin Qing glanced at him faintly, said nothing, turned and walked to the closet, took out a set of pajamas and entered the bathroom again.

Qin Mutian stared at his slender back, the corners of his mouth twitching in anger.

He threw the phone aside, grabbed the wine glass on the round table and drank all the wine in the glass, then put it down with a "bang", "If it weren't for the fact that you are senior than me, I would have cut you off long ago. !”

Thinking of the tragic death in the game, Qin Mutian raised his head and leaned against the sofa, crying "Oh!" and shaking his body from side to side, like a child.

Qin Qing changed into pajamas in the bathroom and dried her hair.

When he came out of the bathroom again, he saw his nephew slumped on the sofa, staring at the ceiling.

He walked over and sat down on the single sofa on the other side of him. He stretched out his long legs and gently kicked his toes with a lazy voice.

"Pour wine!"

Qin Mutian tilted his head slightly as he leaned on the sofa and glanced at him.

The next second, he sat up obediently and poured him wine.

Qin Qing was wearing dark blue silk pajamas with a suitable elasticity. She was leaning against the sofa with her back leaning against the sofa. Her posture was lazy and elegant.

After washing and blow-drying, her short hair was fluffy and soft, and her white face was clean and handsome. He looked like a young man in his twenties, turning his head slightly to watch Qin Mutian pour the wine.

After pouring it, Qin Mutian handed the wine glass to him.

He took it and took a sip. The hand holding the glass had long and distinct knuckles, which looked whiter against the background of the wine glass and dark brown liquid.

Qin Mutian also poured himself half a cup, took a sip, and then put it down.

He raised his eyes and glanced at his uncle casually. He took another sip of wine and his eyes fell on the window sill, seeming to be thinking about something.

Qin Mutian had a smile on his face, "Uncle, what are you thinking about?"

"It's nothing." Qin Qing said lightly and put down the wine glass.

"That's weird!" He didn't believe it. "The look on your face just now showed you what you were thinking about. What are you thinking about? Tell me."

Qin Qing looked at the gossip on his face and looked away without saying a word.

"Really, didn't we agree to have a heart-to-heart chat? You said so!" Qin Mutian said dissatisfied.

"When did I say I wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk?" Qin Qing said leisurely, her eyes falling on the window sill, "Also, wipe the footprints there for me."

Qin Mutian followed his gaze and clicked his tongue, "I just wiped it."

Qin Qing stared at him and said nothing.

Qin Mutian looked a little scared. Although his uncle looked like a gentle gentleman, he could also be very intimidating when he was serious.

"I'll clean it up later," he corrected.

Qin Qing still remained silent and stared at him. Qin Mutian had no choice but to stand up and said, "Just wipe it now, that's it!"

As for staring at him like this? ! !

Qin Qing kicked his ass and gave him a lesson, "If you don't come in through the door, you can climb through any window. You just have to deal with it!"

Qin Mutian screamed when he kicked him, touched his butt, turned around and glared at him, but couldn't say anything in reply, so he took out a few tissues and went straight to the window sill to wipe off his footprints.

When he climbed up to the balcony of Qin Qing's room, he was about to enter through the balcony door, but suddenly he glanced at the window sill, and a crooked thought came into his mind.

Which door should he take? Climbing the window sill is in line with his behavior at this time. So, the young master Qin jumped up, stepped on the window sill and jumped into the room.

He didn't stand firm when he jumped, and almost knocked down the celadon on the counter next to him. Fortunately, he caught it in time, otherwise he would have really received a beating from his uncle!

After wiping it off, he threw the paper ball into the trash can, returned to the sofa and sat down. Qin Mutian sighed as he thought of the marriage push that almost came just now.

Then she thought of something and asked Qin Qing with a smile, "Uncle, tell the truth, do you know what grandpa said?"

"what?"

"Are you envious of Boss Gu? He has a girlfriend like my sister-in-law."

When Qin Qing heard this, his expression paused, but he instantly returned to normal and said lightly, "So what if I'm envious? So what if I'm not envious?"

He picked up the wine glass and took a sip of the wine with lowered eyes, and the strange emotion flashed in his eyes.

Qin Mutian naturally didn't notice his subtle changes, so he picked up the wine glass and took a sip, smiling and saying:

"Anyway, I have been envious. Look at the sweet couple, how wonderful it is! Seriously, if you can meet someone you love, who would want to be single, and who wouldn't want to be with a lover!"

"But when it comes to love, you can't do it yourself, right? So there's no point in envying it."

Qin Qing listened without saying a word.

"Uncle, what kind of woman do you like?" Qin Mutian suddenly asked.

The uncle and nephew were three years apart and had almost grown up together. However, Qin Mutian suddenly discovered that he had never known what kind of woman he liked, had never heard him talk about it, and had never seen him approach women.

In addition to treating people, growing medicines and researching medicines, he usually stays at home, reads books and feeds fish. He leads a simple life with a clear mind and few desires.

Qin Qing was stunned for a moment when he asked. If it had been in the past, he would have simply replied "I don't know."

Now, when he was asked, he was stunned and fell silent, as if he was thinking about something.

Qin Mutian looked at his reaction and the corners of his mouth curved, feeling strange.

He thought of something for a moment and smiled slyly, "Uncle, do you have someone you like?"

Hearing this, Qin Qing's eyes moved slightly, but he hid his emotions for a moment, and glanced at him faintly, as if he had asked an extremely stupid question, and he didn't even want to speak.

Qin Mutian was extremely sensitive to gossipy things like relationships. Seeing his uncle's reaction, he suddenly doubted himself. Could it be that he had guessed wrong?

Qin Qing took another sip of wine. Seeing his self-doubt, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Suddenly asked, "Do you still like the fairy sister one?"

Qin Mutian was still deep in thought when his thoughts were suddenly interrupted. He was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled and said, "Of course! Fairy sister, so beautiful with her fairy spirit!"

"But you are not worthy of the fairy sister at all!"

Qin Mutian: "..."

Qin Qing looked at him with a lazy smile, "You think you like the fairy sister, but is that true? Not necessarily, maybe you just think that."

"What do you mean?"

"It means to look at other girls more. Maybe the one you really like may not be the kind of fairy sister you think you like."

Qin Mutian seemed to understand, but said again, "What do you mean?"

Qin Qing sighed, stood up, and started to chase people away, "Get out, I'm going to bed."

"I haven't made it clear yet, why should I sleep?" Qin Mutian refused to leave.

"I'll give you three seconds." Qin Qing walked towards the center of the bed, "Three, two, one..."

"Bam—"

With a heavy slam of the door, Qin Qing was the only one left in the room. He glanced at the door and smiled softly.

This stupid nephew...