Mr. Qin is always serious

Wen Lang didn't expect Mr. Qin to still follow this gossip group.

Although he wanted to use the small spy screen to sneak into the Amway cult, but he was so busy that he forgot about it.

Now it seems that the popularity of this group has not dropped because of the conclusion.

I don't know whether it's because I can't lift the knife, or if you are too drifting.

Wen Lang squatted by the side and continued watching for a while, only to find that Qin Jingshen was just peeping at the screen and had no intention of getting involved.

What is Mr. Qin trying to do?

Until Wen Lang returned to the room, he kept thinking about this question, and naturally he didn't sleep well in the end.

The next morning, Wen Lang got up to take a shower, looked at his dark circles in the mirror and couldn't help but sigh.

It's a good thing I'm not filming right now, otherwise I'm sure I'll be nagging.

He simply tidied up and went downstairs, Qin Jingshen had already made breakfast, Wen Lang casually glanced at it, and was so moved that he wanted to cry.

Soy milk boiled egg omelette, compared to the previous bread and milk that was made for speed, is not 01:30.

Wen Lang walked over and sat down opposite Qin Jingshen: "Mr. Qin, good morning."

"Good morning." Qin Jingshen looked at him and sat down: "The ingredients at home are not suitable, so let's make up for it today, and I will make porridge for you later."

Mr. Qin is such a good man!

Wen Lang wanted to wag his tail contentedly, and smiled with narrowed eyes: "Thank you, Mr. Qin."

Qin Jingshen hummed lightly: "Eat."

After 15 minutes, the table was cleared.

Wen Lang packed up the dishes and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. When he came out, he saw Qin Jingshen wearing a coat, a dark gray suit, elegant and dignified.

He looked at it for a while, and felt that the suit was really attractive, and he didn't look as good as Mr. Qin in it.

Wen Lang looked at it with admiration, and after a while, he heard a rattling sound from the stairs. It was the four small animals at home.

They nested together until midnight last night, so they didn't get up until now.

Wen Lang rubbed their ears next to each other, while Qin Jingshen began to feed the little animals.

Wen Lang took a glance and immediately became nervous.

Ju Baoer eats cat food, little Taotie doesn't have to worry, but egg yolk and Demacia don't.

I'm afraid my hair will fall off if I eat those things.

Seeing that Qin Jingshen was about to put something into the egg yolk bowl, Wen Lang didn't care about thinking so much, and hurriedly said, "Mr. Qin."

Qin Jingshen paused and looked back at him: "What's wrong?"

Wen Lang hesitated for a few seconds: "The egg yolk is not feeling well recently. The doctor said he has a little food accumulation. It is best to eat dog food during this time."

Qin Jingshen had no doubts, and pointed at Demacia: "What about it?"

"Hmm..." Wen Lang casually found an excuse, "Zhou Yanxiu is lazy and picky, and he usually doesn't want to give Demacia good food. He only feeds dog food, and he's used to it."

Qin Jingshen didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

Wen Lang met his eyes and felt that there was an emoji hidden in Mr. Qin's eyes.

——[I just quietly watch you talk nonsense].jpg

The scene was once very embarrassing, but it was hard to get over it.

Wen Lang bit the bullet and tried to save her: "...really."

About half a minute after the words were spoken, Qin Jingshen laughed in a low voice: "Okay."

Wen Lang was stunned by his laughter, but Qin Jingshen had restrained his smile when he looked up, bent down and poured the egg yolk and Demacia dog food that Wen Lang brought into the dog bowl, and then went to Wash your hands in the bathroom.

Wen Lang looked at his back, thinking that Mr. Qin must be in a good mood now, even his back reveals a little happiness.

It's no wonder that he was so stupid just now, no one would be amused when he saw it.

Wen Lang sighed.

I feel that I probably collapsed a little more here with Mr. Qin.

[Orange Cat·Happiness written all over his face].jpg

**

At nine o'clock, Qin Jingshen went to the company, and Wen Lang went to the [Old Times] studio.

"Human World" is a folk song, and the lyrics and music are a little bit melancholy. The more Wen Lang sang, the more he felt the empathy. After recording a section, he took off his headphones and sighed faintly.

Fu Tong was a little surprised: "What's wrong?"

Wen Lang's face was full of melancholy: "Not happy."

"What are you upset about?" Fu Tong clicked his tongue, "I heard from Song Li that you are now living with your wealthy family? How do you feel?"

"First, Mr. Qin's name is Qin Jingshen, not a rich man." Wen Lang corrected seriously, "Second, I feel pretty good, but sometimes I feel a little bit collapsed."

Fu Tong became interested: "What's going on?"

Wen Lang told him what happened last night and this morning, and finally sighed, "It seems that it's time to study the way of survival in the workplace that Song Li shared with me last time."

Fu Tong: ...

Are you afraid that you are not a fool?

He glanced at Wen Lang: "I don't think you need to study in the workplace, you should study EQ."

Wen Lang frowned: "Do you mean what I think?"

Fu Tong nodded, and then Wen Lang said extremely firmly: "Impossible."

Fu Tong raised his eyebrows: "How do you say?"

Wen Lang picked out a few details and gave him a brief introduction: "That's it. Mr. Qin would frown and ask me to dress up when he saw that my clothes were disheveled. He communicated in a straight way, and the most he said was the word um. Have you ever seen me?" Who is chasing people like this?"

Fu Tong was also silent: "Are you sure everything in your wealthy family is normal?"

Wen Lang sneered: "Don't dare to say anything else, at least it's more normal than you."

Yes.

The little boy was still not doing well, and his elbow turned outward first.

Fu Tong thought about this, and then heard Wen Lang speak: "But I also thought it was a bit strange what happened in that gossip group last night, but I didn't find Mr. Have you ever been in love? What do you think?"

Fu Tong raised his eyebrows: "My experience is of no reference to you at all. After all, we have known each other for a month and there was a passionate scene. It probably isn't suitable for you and your wealthy family... Are you sure you want to listen?"

Wen Lang expressionless: "No, thank you."

Fu Tong laughed: "Then let's continue recording, Xiao Qinglang."

The two big monsters then nestled in the studio and recorded the song for most of the day, and it took until 06:30 in the afternoon. Fu Tong was finally satisfied: "Okay, okay, it's just a short end, I guess it will be over tomorrow, what a pity you Can't rest, rain or shine, variety shows are waiting for you."

Wen Lang wanted to hit someone after hearing this.

He rolled Fu Tong's eyes, and sent Shuhe a message asking him to come over.

As a result, the little hamster has a special sense of professional responsibility, and Miaohui said that he was already waiting outside.

Wen Lang put his guitar on his back and went out. As soon as he got in the car, Shu He handed over a bunch of snacks: "Brother Lang, Brother Lang, I just bought beef cubes, try it and see if you like it."

Beef cubes are the kind of beef cubes wrapped in sugar paper.

Wen Lang took one and put it in his mouth. He thought it tasted good, and the little hamster was happy: "You pack a little more, you can eat it when you read the flowbook at night."

Wen Lang: "...What procedure book?"

Shu He took out a small notebook from the passenger seat and handed it over: "Brother Song asked me to hand over the flowbook of "Cute Pet Fluffy" to you."

Variety shows are like this now. Guests can receive scripts before filming starts. Those who are better will be given the process book. After they are familiar with the basic process, they can play freely.

Good acting is a joke, bad acting is embarrassing.

Wen Lang took it over and took a look, and felt that the content was okay, and there was nothing too embarrassing about it.

He nodded: "I'll go back and see, when will this start shooting?"

"The day after tomorrow." Shu He said, "The program team said that in order to create a daily atmosphere, the recording will start at dawn, so it will be over at 05:30 at the latest."

This is really sad.

Wen Lang sighed helplessly: "Okay."

He ate another piece of beef and thought for a while: "Is the custard pudding from last time still there?"

"There are some!"

Shu He nodded quickly, and then took out a bunch of puddings from his pocket, with all kinds of flavors.

Wen Lang picked out a few custard and corn flavored dishes, closed his eyes and rested on the pillow for a while, and arrived home 15 minutes later.

Wen Lang went upstairs, and just as he reached the door, the door was opened.

Qin Jingshen stood inside: "Come in."

Wen Lang felt that Mr. Qin was really careful and considerate. Knowing that he didn't have a key, he deliberately listened to the movement outside and opened the door for him.

From this point of view, it is not straight at all.

The two walked in, Wen Lang put on his slippers, and four fluffy animals ran over immediately.

Among them, the egg yolk was the most rippling, and it rushed towards Wen Lang with trembling ears, but before it could pass, Qin Jingshen hugged him: "Don't hit him."

Egg Yolk let out a cry, and sat down obediently beside her.

A fluffy animal, as cute as Mr. Qin.

Wen Lang couldn't help laughing: "When I came back, I was worried that they would demolish your house, but it's okay."

Qin Jingshen rubbed Little Taotie's ears: "They are very good."

Wen Lang wondered if he could not be good?The little Taotie transformed from Bi An's hair is here, how dare those cubs do anything wrong.

One person and one Taotie sat down on the sofa, and Qin Jingshen also saw the procedure book in Wen Lang's hand: "You have accepted a new play?"

"It's not a new play, it's a program of a variety show, and the filming will start the day after tomorrow." Wen Lang sighed, "Shu He said that he went to participate in the recording at 05:30, which is really sad."

Qin Jingshen's eyes showed a somewhat inconspicuous smile: "I will cook something delicious for you that day."

Wen Lang immediately revived with full blood, his brows and eyes curved: "Okay."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly thought of the snacks he asked for from the little hamster, and he took them out and handed them to Qin Jingshen: "Do you want to eat? I think this beef cube is also good."

Qin Jingshen hummed, took it, tore off the candy wrapper and ate one: "Not bad."

Wen Lang took a look and found that what Mr. Qin ate just now was his favorite flavor.

Not bad not bad, the taste is the same, friendship can last forever.

Wen Lang smiled, and suddenly realized that Qin Jingshen was not wearing home clothes, but a suit, and couldn't help but ask, "Are you going out?"

Qin Jingshen hummed: "Are you going?"

Wen Lang was a little curious: "Where are you going?"

"Go buy some ingredients, cook something delicious tonight, and by the way—" He tilted his head to look at Wen Lang, his eyes deepened for no reason, and his voice lowered accordingly.

"I will give you a key to the house."

The author has something to say: Mr. Qin: "If you take my key, you will be part of my family."

Wen Langlang: "Hmmmm???"

Wen Rong: Stare.