Mr. Qin is always serious

Wen Lang was still in a daze until he entered Qin Jingshen's house and sat on the sofa.

Why did he agree, he thought?

Maybe it's because Mr. Qin looked back so beautifully that his head was a little hot and he was easily impulsive.

Sure enough, color control is a big deal.

But it's actually not quite right. After all, he seems to have this problem after he got to know Qin Jingshen.

Wen Lang: [Suddenly contemplating].jpg

He leaned against the back of the sofa, and Little Taotie squatted obediently beside the sofa, his fluffy tail dangling around, brushing his ankles from time to time.

Wen Lang bent down to pick it up, and when he got up, he secretly took a look at Qin Jingshen in the kitchen.

Mr. Qin was wearing that Shiba Inu apron, and was standing there with his head down, cutting vegetables with a knife. Wen Lang couldn't see his expression, but it was enough to see his back.

That shoulder, that waist, that leg.

That's what happens to the top models in the industry.

With admiration in mind, Wen Lang sized Qin Jingshen up and down a few times. After a long while, he couldn't help but take out his phone and poke into the group chat.

【Coquettish and rippling group of friends】

Spring of His Majesty Gluttonous: @All Members

Bi An didn't say a word: Oh, we, Mr. Lang, actually circled everyone. What happened?

Master Paixiu: The front row sells melon seeds, beer, popcorn, orange cats, puppet cats, Shiba Inu huskies.

It's your Yazi: Is the braised meat delicious?

It's your Yazi: [Picking up the 40-meter avenue and instantly stabbing you to the opposite side].jpg

Wen Lang squinted his eyes, gave Yazi a 3-minute silence package without hesitation, and continued typing.

The Spring of His Majesty Taotie: Delicious.

Spring of His Majesty Taotie: I am sitting on the sofa at Mr. Qin’s house right now, feeling a little nervous.

Bi An did not speak: to emphasize the point, what he just said was sitting, not nestling in the gluttonous form.

Pixiu-sama: [Sudden stare].jpg

Baibai Baize: What happened?

Wen Lang briefly explained what happened just now, and by the way, also mentioned the fate of walking the dog some time in advance.

Bi An did not speak: In other words, you are holding yourself and waiting for dinner?

Bi An did not speak: [Shows a smile that is full of interest and especially wants to watch around].jpg

Master Paixiu: Tsk tsk, I think your operation and progress are a little outrageous.

Bi An did not speak: Pai Yao was right.

The Spring of His Majesty Taotie: Why do I feel that the two of you are speaking in a very nonchalant way today?

Bi An didn't say a word: To focus, the little Taotie has failed in his studies, and he actually knows the calcium gas in calcium.

There was a brief gap in the group chat message.

Then I was swiped by the emoticon package.

Master Paixiu: [Orange Cat·Oh Huo].jpg

Bi An did not speak: [Alaska·Oh Huo.jpg]

It's your Yazi: [Resurrection].jpg

It’s your Yazi: [Husky squints.jpg]

The originally normal chat inevitably turned into a large-scale battle scene, all of which are full of emoticons, cats and dogs, and occasionally a few giant pandas, giraffes and seals. There are so many of them, as if there are only [ Oh Huo].jpg.

Wen Lang: "..."

Inadvertently making friends, the heart is really tired.

He raised his hand and rubbed the little Taotie's ears, somewhat healed by the fluffy touch.

And at this moment, footsteps suddenly came from behind. Wen Lang turned his head and saw that Qin Jingshen had already prepared the last dish and was putting it on a plate.

At this time, you must have a wink.

Wen Lang quickly put down his phone and went to the kitchen to help serve the dishes, but Qin Jingshen tapped it lightly with his chopsticks before his hand touched the plate.

Wen Lang, who had never been hit by Bai Ze when he was a picky eater when he was a child, was stunned, and looked up at him in a daze.

Mr. Qin hung the Shiba Inu apron on the wall, and said softly, "Go and wash your hands."

Wen Lang: "..."

This is quite a new experience.

Three minutes later, Wen Lang washed his hands and came out, and the dishes had already been placed on the dining table by Qin Jingshen.

Three dishes and one soup, very good configuration.

There is also a small box of lo mei in the middle.

Wen Lang walked over: "Mr. Qin."

Qin Jingshen hummed: "Sit."

One word, clean and neat.

Especially feeling like a parent.

Wen Lang nervously sat down opposite Qin Jingshen, his sitting posture was unprecedentedly upright, like a primary school student.

If Song Li saw it, he might be moved and cry.

After being paralyzed for so many years, I didn't expect to be saved.

Song Li: [Remarkable].jpg

Wen Lang was actually quite nervous.

He sat there in good order, not knowing whether he should just eat it or say something first.

The former is a bit over the top.

For the latter, if Mr. Qin has a habit of keeping his mouth shut, it will be terrible.

What to do, my brain hurts.

He was easily distracted when he had something on his mind, so when Qin Jing put the food in the dog's paw bowl and got up, he saw Wen Lang staring at the dishes on the table in a daze, his eyelashes fluttering occasionally, wondering what he was thinking about.

Qin Jingshen frowned slightly.

Although it was only for a moment, Wen Lang still noticed it.

Wen Lang's heart skipped a beat, and after realizing it, he realized that he was really impolite, and it was easy for people to misunderstand that he was disgusting the other party's cooking skills.

But how is this possible?

Wen Lang picked up the chopsticks, and looked at Qin Jingshen with a peachy smile: "Mr. Qin, can I eat?"

Song Li once said that there are only two reasons why Wen Lang has not been beaten until now.

One is because of the high force value.

The second is because the skin is good-looking, when those peach blossom eyes look at it seriously, no one can refuse it.

But Wen Lang felt that Song Li was trying to deceive him.

Because Mr. Qin didn't have any reaction after being looked at by him like this, and he was still the same cold.

Holding the chopsticks, Wen Lang blinked blankly.

Then I saw Mr. Qin's eyes suddenly softened, looking at him: "Eat."

It's awkward, but not embarrassing.

Wen Lang smiled, took a bite with a piece of tofu, and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

overtake!class!good!eat!

special!Don't!fortunate!blessing!

Qin Jingshen lowered his eyes over there, and his voice was still faint: "Is it delicious?"

"It's very delicious!" Wen Lang's eyes rolled up, "And these are all my favorite dishes. I've eaten in many places, and none of them taste better than yours."

Qin Jingshen hummed lightly, but his eyes were much more relaxed than before.

Wen Lang saw it, and felt that getting along with the big boss was actually quite easy, and it was no different from raising small animals, just coaxing, it wasn't complicated at all.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but want to laugh, completely forgetting that when he lost his temper before, he was also coaxed by Mr. Qin.

Touching Maomao, rubbing his ears and comforting in a low voice, speaking out will make a lot of people envious.

Half an hour later, Wen Lang put down his chopsticks contentedly, and the little Taotie next to him had also finished eating, and rubbed his ankle coquettishly.

Opposite Qin Jingshen stood up to clean up the dishes, Wen Lang felt that eating and drinking for free was too cheap, so he volunteered to wash the dishes.

He picked up the bowls and chopsticks and entered the kitchen, followed by Qin Jingshen: "Do you like sweets?"

Wen Lang nodded. In fact, it has nothing to do with whether he likes it or not. After all, as long as it is done by Qin Jingshen, it unexpectedly suits his appetite.

Qin Jingshen opened the refrigerator and took out a few items. Wen Lang glanced at them out of the corner of his eye. They were fruit cubes and salad dressing.

Looks like a fruit salad.

Very good, Wen Lang likes it.

He lowered his head and continued to wash the dishes. Qin Jingshen stood beside him to mix the salad. When Wen Lang finished washing, Qin Jingshen just stopped over there.

The two left the kitchen, the TV was on in the living room, and Pikachu was inside.

Wen Lang loves to look at Pikachu, but Little Taotie can't understand it. It is bored and huddles on the carpet. When it hears the sound, it immediately turns its head back, wagging its tail.

Wen Lang and Qin Jingshen sat down on the sofa together, looked at Pikachu on the screen and smiled.

Qin Jingshen noticed and turned his head to look at him: "Do you like watching this?"

Wen Lang nodded calmly: "Mr. Qin doesn't think Pikachu is cute?"

Qin Jingshen hummed lightly.

It may be because he found out that Mr. Qin is actually very easy to coax, Wen Lang was not as nervous as before, and smiled: "When I was a child, I really wanted a Pikachu, and I was always worried at that time. If I really have it in the future, why would I be so shocked?" manage."

This problem was probably Wen Lang's biggest worry when he was a child besides napping and reading.

A smile appeared in Qin Jingshen's eyes, which was fleeting.

Wen Lang put his face on his face: "Later, I found out that there is no Pikachu in the world, so I went to buy a big doll, the 1.2-meter one. It's good to look at it every day."

After all, His Majesty Taotie is also very girlish occasionally.

Hearing this, Qin Jingshen lowered his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

Wen Lang's eyes stopped on Pikachu on the TV, he didn't pay attention to his side, and the surrounding gradually became quiet.

10 minutes later, commercial time.

Wen Lang regained his senses, only then realized that he had unconsciously left the big boss alone, and felt that he couldn't do it like this.

If you let it dry like this, it will get cold sooner or later.

Wen Lang decided to save it.

He tilted his head, and just about to speak, Qin Jingshen beside him said before him: "Why didn't you reply to my message?"

His tone was calm, but his eyes were serious.

Wen Lang froze for a moment: "What?"

Qin Jingshen looked at him: "WeChat."

Wen Lang: "..."

It was only then that Wen Lang realized that what Mr. Qin was talking about was his job number, which he hardly cared about at ordinary times, and classmate Wen was walking his dog.

But classmate Wen is innocent.

This can't be blamed on him, people usually contact him through Weibo and phone, and he himself is used to wandering on His Majesty Taotie's account, so he won't touch that work account at all when he has nothing to do.

But this matter cannot be told to Mr. Qin.

Otherwise, it would be embarrassing for His Majesty Taotie to lose his horse.

Wen Lang lighted the wax for himself silently, and after thinking about it, he directly admitted his mistake: "I was wrong."

As he said that, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, quickly switched to the work account, and set Qin Jingshen as the top of the conversation. His eyes and attitude were very sincere: "This is not an example."

Qin Jingshen's gaze paused for a moment on the top setting he had just set up, and he hummed lightly.

This is the pass.

Wen Lang breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to speak when the clock on the wall suddenly rang.

It's the hour.

He turned his head and glanced, only to realize that it was already ten o'clock before he knew it.

Go back to take a bath and check Weibo for a while, it's probably exactly eleven o'clock.

Thinking of this, Wen Lang stood up: "Mr. Qin, it's getting late, the crew has a show tomorrow morning, so I'll go back first, and you should go to bed earlier."

Qin Jingshen nodded: "Rest early."

He and the little Taotie sent Wen Lang out of the house together, and Wen Lang said goodnight again before turning around and going home.

The egg yolk and Ju Baoer have fallen asleep, they are fluffy and close together, soft and cute.

Wen Lang took a photo of them, made an emoticon package, opened WeChat and was about to share it, when he saw Qin Jingshen's top at the first sight.

He suddenly remembered that he hadn't read the message Mr. Qin sent in the afternoon, so he clicked in.

Qin: Is this the expression pack of Shiba Inu boss you mentioned last time?

Below is a moving picture, a fluffy Shiba Inu with a scarf standing there, with folded ears, squinting his eyes and wagging his tail, showing a very evil smile.

Wen Lang watched and couldn't help laughing.

The author has something to say: Who said that our Mr. Qin is too cold and doesn't know how to chase people?

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