Mr. Qin is always serious

The place Qin Jingshen took Wen Lang to was the commercial district in the city center, where there were several high-end customized stores, all of which were brand stores that had been passed down for hundreds of years.

Mr. Qin himself is a big business in suits, so Wen Lang didn't worry about the place he chose. Wen Lang followed him and finally entered the innermost shop.

Wen Lang took a look at the store's nameplate, it was a string of French words, His Majesty Taotie decided not to speak.

Qin Jingshen took a look at him: "This time the time is too tight, and there is no time for customization, so we can only choose ready-made ones."

Of course Wen Lang would not dislike it, anyway, he used to buy casually before: "It's okay, it's okay, it's fine, it's fine."

After finishing speaking, he hesitated again: "But is it okay for you to wear it like this? Would it be a little uncomfortable?"

It's normal for Wen Lang to have such concerns. The business world is more concerned about clothing than the entertainment industry. Zhou Yanxiu used to spend half an hour picking clothes for a banquet, which is not ordinary.

Qin Jingshen didn't seem to care about these things: "It's enough, it won't be bad."

After thinking about it, Wen Lang understood that Qin Jingshen's coffee position is here, so there is no need to think about it so much.Not to mention that he still has that demeanor, and he looks very high-end when he usually wears plush pajamas.

He laughed: "OK."

Two people pushed the door and went in, and the staff in the store came over immediately: "Mr. Qin."

Qin Jingshen hummed, and his eyes slowly swept over the suits hanging around him. Wen Lang didn't care about these things, so he just looked around casually.

This store is indeed very distinctive. There are many clothes hanging around, but each piece is not repeated. The same style has some ingenious differences in detail design.

Really fastidious.

Wen Lang rubbed his chin, and after a while, he heard Qin Jingshen calling him, "Wen Lang."

Wen Lang walked over, Qin Jingshen pointed to a set of clothes hanging on the left: "Do you like this?"

He chose a new style in this store, and there were only two pieces in total, one set in dark gray and the other in light gray.

Wen Lang took a look and found that the difference between the two sets of clothes was in the cuffs, which were embroidered with a vertical line of opposite colors.

It looks like a couple outfit.

Wen Lang nodded: "It's pretty good."

Qin Jingshen hummed: "If you like it, we will take this set."

Wen Lang keenly noticed us in his words.

He raised his head: "Mr. Qin also wants this?"

Qin Jingshen hummed, with no emotion on his face: "I like this style very much, and the size is also suitable."

Whether it is suitable or not is not the point at all. What do you wear that doesn't look good?

The point is, I'm a little embarrassed.

Wen Lang was silent for a while, and Qin Jingshen next to him looked down at him: "What's the matter, don't you like it?"

"No, no." Wen Lang came back to his senses, "I just think...how about we try it first?"

Qin Jingshen gave a low hum.

The two of them just entered the fitting room at the back.

Five minutes later, Wen Lang pushed open the door of the fitting room. When he came out, Qin Jingshen's door next to him was still closed. Wen Lang took a look in front of the mirror, and felt that the effect was really good, and looked quite dignified.

At this time, the door of the fitting room behind was slowly pushed open.

Wen Lang raised his eyes, and instantly saw Qin Jingshen in the mirror.

He was wearing a dark gray suit, and walked slowly towards this side with a steady pace. The light gray embroidery thread on the cuffs was occasionally exposed, and reflected by the light, the light seemed to be so clear and light into his eyes.

Noble and elegant, with hidden muscles and bones.

Some people are like this, the nobility in him is innate, it cannot be compared with gold carvings and jade, and others cannot imitate it, he is naturally noble.

Wen Lang's eyelashes trembled, and without turning his head, Qin Jingshen slowly stood still behind him: "Do you still like it?"

What else is there to say?

Wen Lang looked up at him and Qin Jingshen in the mirror, without any hesitation: "Buy!"

In one word, categorically.

So when they went out again, they each had an extra shopping bag in their hands.

The money for the suit was paid by Qin Jingshen. Wen Lang was a little embarrassed, and after thinking about it, he opened his mouth: "Mr. ah."

Qin Jingshen nodded: "Okay."

Wen Lang narrowed his eyes and smiled, walked to the corner, asked Qin Jingshen to wait outside, and went to the store to pack two small butter cakes and a box of macarons.

Small cakes are inconvenient to eat outside, but macarons are fine, Wen Lang opened the box: "Try it."

Qin Jingshen pinched a piece and took a bite, Wen Lang looked at him with bright eyes: "Is it delicious?"

It's actually a little sweet.

But Qin Jingshen still nodded: "En."

Wen Lang also ate one, squinting his eyes in satisfaction: "It's not bad, but I think the small cake is more delicious than this one. We can watch Pikachu and Squirtle while eating it when we get home."

He closed the box again: "Is there any place Mr. Qin wants to go? If not, go home. The egg yolk and Ju Baoer are still waiting in the car. I'm afraid they won't feel comfortable after waiting for a long time."

"No more." Qin Jingshen looked at him, his eyes were as dark as the color behind his back, "Let's go home."

It was eight o'clock when I got home.

Wen Lang followed Qin Jingshen to a nearby supermarket to buy a bunch of ingredients and fruits. On the way back, he sent the two sets of clothes he just bought to the dry cleaner.

Egg Yolk and Ju Bao'er haven't come back for a long time, and they've been wagging their tails since they entered the door, so excited.

Wen Lang fed them cat food and dog food, and the two little animals happily lowered their heads. Wen Lang watched from the side, feeling inexplicably sad.

He always felt that the two cubs were getting thinner.

He looked at it with melancholy for a while, and Qin Jingshen walked over beside him: "Are you hungry?"

Wen Lang's melancholy dissipated in an instant, and he nodded with sparkling eyes: "Hungry, I want to eat Hunan cuisine."

"It's not good to eat spicy food at night." Qin Jingshen hung the two people's coats on the hanger, "Let's eat something lighter tonight, and cook Hunan cuisine at noon tomorrow."

Of course Wen Lang had no objection: "Okay, okay, I'll wash my hands and go over to help you."

Qin Jingshen hummed, went to the kitchen and put on a Shiba Inu apron, Wen Lang washed his hands and followed, and suddenly found an additional Shiba Inu apron of the same style on the wall.

Qin Jingshen's voice sounded softly: "The kitchen may be splashed with oil, put on your apron."

Wen Lang felt that Mr. Qin was really getting more and more considerate, so he put on the Shiba Inu apron with a smile: "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Wash the potatoes and slice them."

"Hmm..." Wen Lang coughed dryly, "I may not be very good at knife skills, so don't dislike me."

Qin Jingshen lowered his eyes: "No."

Wen Lang happily took a few potatoes and washed them, cut half of them and looked down, thinking that there was indeed a reason why Zhou Xun disliked him so much at the beginning.

As for the constant uneven appearance, Mr. Qin does not dislike him, nor does he dislike him.

But His Majesty Taotie is very serious.

Really helpless and pitiful.

Wen Lang frowned, and his men stopped involuntarily.

Qin Jingshen noticed and turned his head to look at him: "What's wrong?"

"The cuts are too ugly." Wen Lang pointed to the potato slices on the chopping board, "Thick ones are not easy to cook, and thin ones will melt when fried. I don't know if they can be eaten."

Qin Jingshen looked over following his words, Wen Lang stepped aside embarrassedly, and the tips of his ears turned slightly red.

He stood there with his head bowed like a little animal with soft fur.

Qin Jingshen's eyes softened suddenly: "Don't worry, just cut it."

These words are extremely conniving.

Wen Lang was stunned for a moment, and when he looked up again, Qin Jingshen had lowered his head again, Wen Lang couldn't see his face, only his hand holding the knife, well-defined, slender and fair.

How can someone have such good-looking hands?

Wen Lang stared at it for a while, then smiled, then lowered his head and continued to toss.

The kitchen fell silent for a while, the lights were shining harmoniously, the sound of the TV outside came in faintly, accompanied by the howling sounds of a few small animals, it was extremely gentle.

**

Wen Lang spent the next two days paralyzed at home, barely going out except for walking the dog, and felt that this kind of retirement life was what he really needed.

But in the end, I can only be lazy for two days.

At 07:30 on the weekend night, Song Li called on time.

"Boss, are you ready?"

"Isn't there still half an hour left?" Wen Lang patted the dog, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it in 10 minutes."

"No, are you trying to piss me off?"

"Calm down, the old monster Zhongnanshan can't lose his bearing."

"Throw it away, just throw it away, you're a little bit of a loser!"

"What if I don't?"

"..."

Song Li was silent for a while: "Then I'm going to call Mr. Qin to find out if we die together?"

Wen Lang: "...you have changed, you are no longer the old monster who was always bullied and speechless."

Song Li wanted to hit someone after hearing this.

Wen Lang over there quickly hung up the phone, went upstairs and returned to the bedroom.

Qin Jingshen took the suit back from the dry cleaner last night and put it on his bedside.

Wen Lang put on his clothes, then went to the bathroom to grab his hair a few times as delicately as possible, and looked in the mirror and felt satisfied.

Naturally beautiful, you can't accept it.

His Majesty Taotie: [reserved smile].jpg

At eight o'clock, Shuhe came to pick up Wen Lang, and it was half an hour later when he arrived at Longdu Hotel.

Song Li caught sight of them and hurried over: "It's finally reliable, it's really not easy."

Wen Lang clicked his tongue, took out the invitation letter and gave it to the doorman, and walked in with the two monsters.

There are already a lot of people inside, all of whom are well-known figures in the business and entertainment circles.

Wen Lang couldn't cope with this kind of vanity fair, and after exchanging pleasantries with a few directors he knew, he hid on the balcony, took out his phone and sent Qin Jingshen a WeChat message.

Classmate Wen is walking his dog: Mr. Qin, I have already arrived at Rendezvous Hotel, are you almost there?

Qin: Well, soon.

There is progress and progress.

Mr. Qin finally learned to add words after "um".

Wen Lang smiled and continued pressing the phone.

Classmate Wen is walking the dog: Shuhe and Song Li brought me here, I don't know where to go because I think it's noisy, it's really annoying.

Qin: [Egg Yolk · Hug You].jpg

Classmate Wen is walking the dog: [I am strong and I don’t need to be hugged].jpg

Classmate Wen is walking the dog: I don't know when this will end, and there is nothing to eat here, and the food over there has already tainted the smell.

Qin: I can cook when I go back tonight. What do you want to eat?

This was what Wen Lang was waiting for, and he reported the names of a few dishes with a smile on his face. Just as he was about to send an egg yolk emoji to please, someone suddenly said something behind him.

"What are you doing hiding here?"

It was Zhou Yanxiu's voice.

When Wen Lang turned his head, Zhou Yanxiu was standing one meter behind him with a smile in his phoenix eyes.

Wen Lang narrowed his eyes: "When did you come back?"

Zhou Yanxiu smiled: "I just came back half an hour ago, why, miss me?"

Wen Lang sneered: "I really think about it. I'm thinking about what you plan to use to redeem your dog."

Zhou Yanxiu: ...

Of course Zhou Yanxiu knew about the demolition of Demacia's house. Wen Lang told him about it on WeChat at the time, but this person was so irritating that he didn't even reply.

Wen Lang had been waiting for him to come back to settle the score.

Zhou Yanxiu knew that the gluttonous cub in front of him was very skinny, and he didn't dare to provoke him: "Save me some face, don't make trouble here, when the time comes, I will give you whatever you want?"

Wen Lang smiled slightly: "Deal, you know, I'm easy to talk to."

Are you ignorant of your conscience when you say this?

Zhou Yanxiu clicked his tongue in his heart, but there was nothing he could do, so he smiled helplessly.

Qin Jingshen came up from the first floor of the hotel and saw such a scene.

The person who was chatting with him just now stood there and smiled at others, the dimples on his cheeks were faintly visible, and the person was also smiling, with a bit of connivance in his expression and eyes.

Qin Jingshen's eyes deepened, he pursed his lips and walked towards the balcony.

Zhou Yanxiu was the first to spot him and raised his eyebrows: "Little friend, your elder is here."

Following his gaze, Wen Lang raised his head, and when he saw Qin Jingshen, he naturally noticed his pursed lips.

It was obvious it wasn't happy anymore.

Only then did His Majesty Taotie realize that the person next to him was his scandal object, the one who had been on the hot search and was under the supervision of the Ministry of Justice.

Need it or not.

Wen Lang quickly distanced himself from Zhou Yanxiu, and smiled at Qin Jingshen: "Mr. Qin."

Zhou Yanxiu also laughed: "Boss Qin, good evening."

These two are bigwigs in the business world. After saying a few official words to each other, Zhou Yanxiu sensed that something was wrong, smiled playfully, and made an excuse to go to the side. Blinked.

It fell into Qin Jingshen's eyes, and the latter's eyes immediately deepened.

Wen Lang didn't see Qin Jingshen's eyes, but the monster's intuition has always been keen, and after thinking about it, he immediately started talking: "At this time, my variety show is probably already on the air."

Qin Jingshen looked at him: "Huh?"

"It's "Cute Pet Fluffy". Director Chai decided to record and broadcast it willfully. From Monday to Friday, it will be recorded from Monday to Friday, edited on Saturday and broadcast on weekends. The time is [-] pm." Wen Lang sighed, "At this time, I will stay at home and watch variety shows. How nice, it's a bit noisy outside."

Qin Jingshen didn't speak, and stood there with downcast eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

Wen Lang looked at him, followed by silence for an unknown how long, when he suddenly heard a 'bang' in his ear.

The sky streamed light outside the window, and the stars slowly fell down.

It was Longdu Square not far away that was setting off fireworks.

Wen Lang watched, and when the fireworks were set off for the second time, he suddenly had a bold idea in his heart: "Mr. Qin."

Qin Jingshen tilted his head: "Huh?"

Wen Lang raised his eyebrows and smiled: "How about we sneak out to set off fireworks?"

Qin Jingshen was taken aback for a moment.

Wen Lang soon realized that his words were a little out of place, so it's fine for him to slip away, there may be many people here just to establish a relationship with Qin Jingshen, where did he go?

Thinking of this, Wen Lang was just about to speak, but Qin Jingshen said softly, "Okay."

Wen Lang didn't react a little: "Huh?"

Qin Jingshen lowered his head and met his eyes: "Let's go."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked downstairs slowly. Wen Lang blinked his eyes on the spot, and quickly followed after realizing it.

Longdu Plaza is in the center of City A.

It is the busiest place in the city except for the commercial street. On weekends, fireworks are set off, and the sky is brightly lit, which is very beautiful.

The two sneaked out of the hotel. Wen Lang was worried that he would be recognized by others, but when they arrived, he found that everyone was addicted to setting off fireworks, and no one paid attention to him and Qin Jingshen.

Wen Lang was relieved, but out of caution, he took out the mask and put it on.

After putting it on, he glanced at Qin Jingshen, and said, "Mr. Qin, you should wear one too, you might be recognized."

Half a minute later, there were two more people in suits and masks on the square, and the style of painting was unusually weird.

But the two of them didn't care about these things. Wen Lang looked around and found that someone was selling fireworks sticks at the bottom of the flower bed. He went over to ask for one, but found that he had neither money nor a mobile phone.

The scene was embarrassing for a while.

Fortunately, Qin Jingshen was reliable, so he came to pay the money, and bought a lighter by the way.

Wen Lang found an empty place with the firework stick, lit it up and squinted his eyes and smiled: "The last time I played this was three years ago when I was in the graduation show. I went out with my classmates at night and ordered a few on a whim. It's pretty good." .”

The firework stick in his hand crackled and burned following his words, Wen Lang shook it a few times, then turned to look at Qin Jingshen: "Mr. Qin, do you want to try it?"

Qin Jingshen took a look: "OK."

Wen Lang smiled and gave half of the fireworks stick to Qin Jingshen, who obviously had no experience with this and looked a little at a loss.

Such Mr. Qin is soft and cute.

Wen Lang's heart was very soft for a moment, and he took a lighter and lit one for Qin Jingshen, and the firework stick burned quickly, and the stars kept splashing.

Qin Jingshen stood there holding it, his fingers a little stiff.

Wen Lang stood by the side, and when Qin Jingshen's firework stick was about to burn out, he took one and went over to teach him: "Well, just touch the other one where there is fire when it's about to burn out."

The pyrotechnic stick in his hand ignited with the sound, and Wen Lang shook it with a smile: "How about it, isn't it easy?"

As soon as the words fell, a new one suddenly appeared next to the firework stick. Qin Jingshen held it, lowered his eyes and touched the end of the firework seriously, and then raised his head when the firework in his hand started to burn, Slowly smiled towards Wen Lang.

It wasn't the fleeting smile of the past, but the kind of smile that spread from the corners of the lips to the eyes without any concealment.

It is true, frank and frank, with countless tenderness.

Wen Lang was stunned suddenly, and for a moment he felt that everything around him had lost color, only the person in front of him was left, slowly becoming clear in the blurry surroundings.

He stood there smiling, his eyebrows drooping slightly, his pupils reflected the fireworks, and all the surrounding stars fell into his eyes, which were gentle and warm.

The square behind was still noisy, but Wen Lang couldn't hear anything, only his own heartbeat slowly accelerated in the light spots of the fireworks stick.

Bang bang, bang bang, faster and faster.

Until I can no longer hear clearly and cannot count.

At this moment, many things that I couldn't understand before, slowly became clear.

Wen Lang knew that he was probably doomed.

A few days ago, he was still wondering if Mr. Qin wanted to flirt with him, but now, the answer to this matter is no longer important, and there is only one thing that is important.

——He wanted to tease Mr. Qin.

Thoroughly, without any hesitation.

tease him.

The author has something to say: Wen Rong: "It's over, it's over, the cabbage that was raised with so much difficulty actually wants to be a pig."

Wen Rong: [Can't laugh].jpg

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Thank you for your comfort, I feel that this matter is indeed my heart, and I am sorry for bringing negative energy to you.

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