Mr. Qin is always serious

Wen Lang didn't know how to answer this question for a while.

He stood there stiffly, but Chen Jia didn't stop, and then sent another message.

Tangerine peel seeds without sugar: Just treat it as an ordinary literary exchange group, anyway, the authors also write pretty good ones, right?

Tangerine peel seeds unsweetened: [trying to convince] jpg

Wen Lang: "..."

Wen Lang didn't feel that he was persuaded, he just wanted to pull Chen Jia out of the message box, and then hit his dog's head with his backhand.

But now there are even more mind-wrenching things before his eyes.

Qin Jingshen raised his eyes and looked over, his voice was as light as his eyes: "Wen Lang, talk."

Wen Lang was very familiar with these four characters.

When he made Wen Rong angry when he was a child, and when he was so cowardly that he didn't dare to say anything, Wen Rong always said that about him.

The desire to survive made Wen Lang seriously consider this matter. After thinking for a while, he decided to throw the blame first: "Mr. Qin, I just found out about this matter, and it has nothing to do with me. Don't be angry if I tell you. "

Qin Jingshen hummed lightly.

Wen Lang, who succeeded in throwing the pot away, was relieved immediately, unlocked the phone and started typing.

Classmate Wen is walking the dog: Reject, give me the QR code.

Tangerine peel seeds without sugar: ...okay.

Tangerine peel seeds without sugar: [Suddenly melancholy] jpg

He lingered there for a while, and finally sent a QR code map helplessly.

After Wen Lang clicked Save, he quickly switched to the trumpet account. Less than half a minute after applying to join, the system message indicated that the verification was passed.

The old man has a girlish heart: Wow, wow, there is a newcomer here!Welcome to Sahua, you are new!

Alpine Rider: Come, come, serve meat!

Yuan Geng's writer Zong Zhan: Here is the [-]-character stewed meat scene by Mr. Qin and Wen Lang. Mengxin kisses me, and I'll give it to you.

Innocent people who eat melons: Oh, you are not kind, come on, come on, point out the group files, you are welcome to read them casually.

……

In an instant, there were more than 50 new messages in the message box.

Wen Lang: "..."

Wen Lang resisted the urge to piss people off, directly clicked into the group file, and handed the phone to Qin Jingshen.

Qin Jingshen took it, lowered his eyes and clicked on the first document.

He reads things very quickly, he swipe down a few times to get a chapter, and he saw the last Qianlisong in less than 10 minutes.

During these 10 minutes, Wen Lang stood beside him with his head bowed the whole time, so cowardly that he didn't even dare to look at him.

After another 5 minutes, Qin Jingshen finally finished watching.

He put down his phone and silently looked at Wen Lang, as if he wanted to see what he wanted to say.

But Wen Lang actually had nothing to say.

He only felt embarrassed in his heart, thinking that Mr. Qin's current mood should also be very shocked, after all, it took a lot longer to read the last chapter than to read the previous chapters.

But it's okay to be so awkward.

After thinking about it, Wen Lang opened his mouth with difficulty: "Mr. Qin, this matter is actually like this..."

Before he could say the following words, Qin Jingshen raised his eyes: "QR code."

Wen Lang didn't react for a while: "Huh?"

Then I heard Qin Jingshen's voice ringing in my ears again: "Share it with me, and I will go in too."

Wen Lang:! ! !

Wen Lang finally understood Chen Jia's mood yesterday when he said he wanted to join the group. After a long silence, he asked cautiously, "What... are you doing?"

Before Qin Jingshen could speak, there was another ding-dong sound on the phone.

Yuan Geng's writer Zong Gong Zhan: Actually, I have a bold idea.

Alpine Rider: [Wring hands in anticipation] jpg

Yuangeng writer general Gong Zhan: What do you think of me writing a story about Mr. Qin being suppressed?

Yuan Geng's writer Zong Zhan: Think about it, a person who is usually abstinent and aloof, wearing only a shirt and being suppressed on the bed, looking at the person above him with intermittent voice and reddish eyes... Hey, I can't even think about it!When I think of this picture, my [-]cm super big dick is ready to move!Simply can not stop!

Alpine Rider: Exciting and exciting, the orange tree is here for you, don’t be cowardly, just go for it!

Wen Lang: "..."

It's hard work to do this, my friend, I respect you for being a man.

He no longer dared to look at Qin Jingshen's expression at this moment, so naturally he didn't need to ask the question just now, since this matter was left on him, he also wanted to sneak in and do something.

Thinking of this, Wen Lang sighed silently in his heart: "Mr. Qin, do you have a trumpet?"

Of course Qin Jingshen did not.

But Wen Lang did.

Wen Lang quickly picked an idle number and gave it to Qin Jingshen. Qin Jingshen logged in with his mobile phone, and frowned slightly after seeing the nickname displayed on it.

Wen Lang noticed his expression, and secretly glanced at the screen - [Naked Monkey on Huaguo Mountain].

Wen Lang: "..."

He coughed dryly: "Mr. Qin, I was young and ignorant at that time. You can just change it."

Qin Jingshen hummed, and then paused after cutting to the change bar: "Change to what?"

Wen Lang remembered how he used to be a very straight man, and couldn't help laughing. Then he heard Qin Jingshen ask, "What's your nickname?"

Wen Lang's nickname is quite honest, [A Pikachu].

The head portrait is Pikachu holding his face.

Qin Jingshen took a look, and lowered his hands to change his nickname to [A Jenny Turtle].

Oooh, so cute.

Compared with Mr. Qin himself, the contrast is cute.

While thinking this way, Wen Lang forwarded the QR code to the past, and soon saw the group chat interface reminding that a newcomer had joined.

Immediately, there was another wave of screen swiping in the group. Chen Jia didn't participate this time, and poked Wen Lang in a private chat.

Tangerine peel seeds without sugar: Wen Lang, who is this Jenny?

Wen Lang secretly glanced at Qin Jingshen before typing.

A Pikachu: ... my little one.

Tangerine peel seeds without sugar: why do you get so many trumpets?

A Pikachu: I want to prepare a brainwashing bag, of course I need a supporter.

Tangerine Peel Seeds Unsweetened: ...okay.

Chen Jia felt that the child might be a little silly because she was stimulated too much by that little yellow article.

The nicknames are so similar, I'm afraid that others will not know that you are not good enough?What are you talking about.

He clicked his tongue, rejoined the group chat, and started teasing Squirtle with others.

On the other side, Wen Lang looked at the content in the group chat, and couldn't help lighting up the wax for everyone in it.

[Cheers to your courage] jpg

However, the group chat is temporarily over.

Seeing that Qin Jingshen's attitude didn't seem to have changed, Wen Lang felt relieved and continued talking.

After almost 10 minutes, Qin Jingshen checked the time, and it was 5 minutes to twelve.

We are about to go back.

Wen Lang sent him out, and when he was still some distance away from the door, Qin Jingshen turned his head and said calmly, "No need to send him off."

Wen Lang felt that this was a bit rude, and Qin Jingshen said again: "It's not good for you to be seen by others when you dress like this."

Wen Lang:?

Wen Lang lowered his head subconsciously, and then became dazed.

He forgot that he had just come out of the bathroom when he opened the door, and he was still wearing a bathrobe, which was a bit loose at first, and he had been tossing around for a while just now, and now the overall look is four words.

— indecent.

When Wen Rong found out, he was going to be chased and nagged from one side of Wuzhong Mountain to the other.

Wen Lang felt that he might have collapsed a little in Qin Jingshen's eyes, and felt helpless in his heart.

He quickly pulled up the bathrobe: "I didn't pay attention this time, there will be no next time, don't worry, Mr. Qin."

Hearing this, Qin Jingshen paused for a long time before humming in a low voice.

I don't know whether to be satisfied or not.

Wen Lang didn't want to continue thinking about this question, so he took a step back: "Then... Mr. Qin, good night."

Qin Jingshen hummed, looked up at him again, then turned and went out the door.

At this time, there are still 5 minutes before zero.

The dog's life is important, it must go to sleep.

Wen Lang went to the bathroom to brush his teeth again. After going to bed, he took the phone over and was about to turn off the screen when he heard the sound of WeChat ding-dong.

He meowed, it was from Qin Jingshen.

A Squirrel: Good night.

Wen Lang quickly said good night. Before quitting WeChat, he suddenly found that Qin Jingshen had changed his profile picture at some point. It was a Jenny Turtle holding his face, smiling silly and very cute.

He reached out and clicked on the portrait, and laughed.

Mr. Qin's girly heart is so sweet and soft.

Just like Ju Baoer's little belly.

**

For the next twelve days in a row, the crew's role intensified, and Wen Lang stayed on the set almost from morning till night.

His Majesty Taotie: [Exhausted physically and mentally] jpg

The only gratification is that there is Mr. Qin's supper in the evening, and the tricks are not repeated, which is very satisfying.

Three more scenes were filmed in a row that day. During the break at noon, Wen Lang lay on the recliner in the rest area and fell asleep as soon as he covered his face with the script.

Song Li had never seen such a careless person before, so he said earnestly next to him: "Boss, if you are sleepy, can you go to sleep in the small room next to you? Anyway, you are also popular. If you fail to stabilize, sleep It's not good-looking, and it ruins the image if it is photographed."

Shu He immediately turned his head when he heard the words: "My Lang looks good no matter what."

Song Li: "..."

Song Li's head hurt, and he didn't want to talk to this fanboy boy, but he couldn't persuade the sleeping boy, so he could only sigh and nestled in a corner helplessly.

But Wen Lang didn't sleep for long.

Within 15 minutes of closing my eyes, I was woken up by the ringtone of my mobile phone.

The ringtone was set last time with the help of the little hamster. The opera part of the Twelve Soul Requiem song is particularly refreshing.

Wen Lang rubbed the center of his brows, feeling very much in his heart, when he looked down and saw that it was Zhou Yanxiu on the caller ID, he immediately felt even angrier.

He answered the phone: "tell me, how do you want to die?"

Zhou Yanxiu laughed on the phone: "Why is Little Taotie so angry today? Didn't I hear that you and Bai Ze are both in Chengdu now? I just happened to be here in the early morning, so come out to have a gathering at night?"

Just as Wen Lang was about to refuse, Zhou Yanxiu said again: "Don't panic, Bai Ze has already agreed."

Wen Lang: "..."

Then you still ask a shovel? !

He took back the rejection that came to his lips: "Time and place."

Zhou Yanxiu said with a smile over there, Wen Lang gave a perfunctory hum, hung up the phone directly, picked up the script and covered his face again.

This time within 3 minutes, the bell rang again.

Wen Lang was so irritable that he didn't even look at the caller ID this time, and when he got connected, he just got angry.

The person on the other side of the phone was silent, and only when Wen Lang paused temporarily did he speak in a low voice.

"what happened to you?"

The voice is very familiar, it seems that I only heard it last night when I was eating supper.

Wen Lang: "..."

No, Mr. Qin, please listen to my explanation.