Mr. Qin is always serious

Wen Lang made up his mind to tease Mr. Qin, but he didn't know how to tease him.

This cannot be blamed on him, after all His Majesty Taotie is still a cub who has only been single for 170 years.

The firework stick in his hand gradually went out, and Qin Jingshen beside him noticed that he was in a daze, and turned his head while holding the little stars: "What's wrong?"

Wen Lang came back to his senses: "Huh? Uh, no, it's nothing."

Qin Jingshen didn't speak, and handed him another firework stick. Wen Lang shook it, and calmly glanced at Qin Jingshen beside him from the corner of his eye, feeling extremely melancholy deep in his heart.

Also asked me what happened.

Can I tell you that I want to tease you?

Tell me whether to tease you or not!

Wen Lang frowned and nose, and drew a small heart in mid-air with a pyrotechnic stick, to comfort him.

Qin Jingshen looked at him beside him, his eyes softened instantly.

The two just huddled in the corner and set off fireworks. When the last firework stick was burnt out, Wen Lang picked up the leftover small stick and threw it into the trash can. When he came back, he watched the last big firework show and reconnected with Qin Jingshen. Back to Rendezvous Hotel.

Willfulness is temporary, you should go back after the wave is over, or you have to go back.

Life is so unfree.

Just as Wen Lang thought, many people came to this banquet because of Qin Jingshen. As soon as they arrived at the entrance of the hotel, Qin Jingshen fell into the entertainment field.

Wen Lang slipped out quietly, turned around, and saw Song Li standing there squinting at him, followed by a little hamster holding a thermos.

Wen Lang felt a little guilty: "What are you doing looking at me like that?"

"Where did you go just now?" Song Li still squinted his eyes, "Boss, can we save some time? Do you know how many media here are staring at you, what if something is accidentally photographed? Will you still let me live?"

The manager's face is very hideous.

Wen Lang patted his shoulder: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, you are also a thousand-year-old paulownia demon on Zhongnan Mountain, remember to cultivate yourself and calm down, don't lose your price."

Song Li was about to die of anger, he didn't care if he couldn't afford it: "Don't say these are all there, tell me where you went just now?"

"I didn't do anything." Wen Lang unhurriedly withdrew his hand and smiled at him, "I just went outside to watch the fireworks with my crush."

Song Li:! ! !

Shuhe:! ! !

And, crush, watching fireworks? !

Song Li's expression froze for a moment: "What did you... say?"

Wen Lang repeated with a smile.

Song Li was in a bad mood: "Can you stop making trouble?! You..."

Shu He reminded in a low voice: "Brother Song, there are many people here, let's find a place where no one is around."

Song Li had no choice but to endure it temporarily, and took Wen Lang to the balcony on the second floor with the little hamster, and asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"

Wen Lang told Song Li what he had just figured out, and smiled at him comfortingly: "It's okay, it's okay, I don't worry if I don't flirt, what are you in a hurry for?"

Can you and I be anxious about the same thing?

Song Li took a deep breath: "What on earth are you thinking? Does Boss Bai Ze know about this? No, no, I have to tell him first."

Wen Lang hurriedly held him down: "Wait."

Song Li narrowed his eyes: "Are you scared?"

Wen Lang couldn't quite understand his thoughts: "What does this have to do with being afraid? I mainly think that it's not the time to talk about it yet. If I say it now, if I don't get it by then, wouldn't it be embarrassing?"

Song Li: ...

In other words, if you get teased, do you really plan to say it?

and many more.

Song Li suddenly realized something: "I found that you are deliberately blurring the point, and you haven't said who your ideal person is."

The little hamster also looked over with double hamster eyes.

Wen Lang was a little embarrassed, rubbed his nose and was about to speak, glanced at Song Li inadvertently, and suddenly smiled: "My sweetheart is walking towards me from behind you."

Hearing this, Song Li and Shu He turned their heads together, and saw Qin Jingshen walking slowly towards them from the stairs, with deep eyebrows and familiar clothes.

Song Li: ...

Shuhe: ...

Kazakhstan sold batches, couple outfits.

It's all here, and you're still here to lie to me that you haven't got it yet?

Song Li covered his chest, not knowing what to say, but Wen Lang understood his mood quite well, and patted him on the shoulder comfortingly again: "Don't worry, I'll explain this logic to you, before I needed a pet owner , so I have Mr. Qin, now I need a partner, and I think Mr. Qin is quite suitable."

Song Li was expressionless: "So?"

Wen Lang smiled slightly: "So, this is basically a god-sent fate, let us cherish this fate."

Song Li didn't want to cherish this relationship, he just wanted to resign immediately.

He glanced at Wen Lang, but it was too late to say anything, Qin Jingshen's deep voice sounded from behind: "Wen Lang."

Wen Lang smiled and waved: "Mr. Qin."

The coercion of the big boss is unstoppable.

Song Li and Shu He looked at each other, and slipped to the other side with complicated feelings, Qin Jingshen stood next to Wen Lang: "You got scolded?"

"No." Wen Lang turned to look at him, "Why are you here, don't you need to socialize?"

Qin Jingshen hummed: "You can leave after another 10 minutes, and you will be with me then."

Of course Wen Lang was willing, and nodded with a smile.

Qin Jingshen looked at him: "You don't like to attend these banquets?"

"It's still a bit annoying." Wen Lang said, "This kind of banquet is not pure, there are people who want to be loved and people who want to be loved everywhere, room cards and business cards are mixed together... Speaking of which, when I first debuted, I was also caught by people. I gave you a business card."

Qin Jingshen paused with his fingers: "Huh?"

Wen Lang recalled: "It happened three years ago. It was not easy at that time. I was drunk as soon as I came out. I was so dizzy that time that I was drunk. I slipped out halfway to sober up and sat on the balcony. I was handed a business card out of nowhere, but no room card."

Qin Jingshen lowered his eyes: "Did you throw away that business card?"

Wen Lang nodded: "He threw it away as soon as he left, why don't you react too much."

Qin Jingshen was silent for a few seconds: "Do you still remember what that person looked like?"

"I was so dizzy at the time, I didn't pay attention to him at all." Wen Lang thought about it for a while, "But those who are looking for someone to be with are all similar in appearance, with a big belly, greasy and bald head, probably this person is also the same."

Qin Jingshen pursed his lips and said nothing.

Standing next to him, Wen Lang keenly noticed that Mr. Qin suddenly became gloomy, obviously in a bad mood.

What's going on here?

Wen Lang raised his eyes blankly, and just about to speak, Qin Jingshen suddenly turned around: "Let's go, go home."

But it's not ten minutes past twenty.

Wen Lang was a little puzzled, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions, and nodded cowardly: "Then, then I'll talk to Song Li first."

Qin Jingshen hummed lightly.

Wen Lang went down to look for Song Li. Although the latter was full of helplessness, he had nothing to do with him, so he waved his hand weakly: "Let's go."

Wen Lang smiled and made a proper gesture to them, then turned around and went downstairs with Qin Jingshen, with a little inexplicable happiness in his back.

Behind them, Song Li and Shu He looked at each other, and they both saw the pain in each other's eyes.

What is this all about?

Skull pain, but also sad.

Song Li & Little Hamster: [Embracing and Weeping].jpg

**

The manager and the little hamster were very sad, but Wen Lang was in a good mood.

Even he himself didn't know the reason, but he was inexplicably happy, smiling all the way, until he went home to feed the dog, eat, bathe and paralyze on the bed, the smile in his eyes never disappeared.

11:30 p.m., bedroom.

Wen Lang nestled on the bed with a fluffy pillow in his arms, unable to fall asleep, he wanted to talk to someone for a while.

Of course Mr. Qin couldn't find him, otherwise he would suffer from insomnia.

After thinking about it for a while, Wen Lang finally decided to find Fu Tong first. Among the people he knew, Fu Tong was the only one who had experience in love. It might be beneficial to communicate more.

Thinking of this, Wen Lang poked open WeChat, searched for Fu Tong's nickname but couldn't find it.

What's wrong with this?

Wen Lang frowned, poked in the group of friends and swipe down, and soon found Fu Tong's profile picture, looked at the nickname again, and immediately smiled.

Smelly shameless Fu Ergou.

What is this ghost?

Wen Lang held back a smile and poked in.

Spring of His Majesty Taotie: Does your nickname refer to yourself or something else?

Smelly and shameless Fu Ergou: Of course it's someone else.

The Spring of His Majesty Taotie: Who?

Smelly shameless Fu Ergou: ...

Smelly shameless Fu Ergou: It's late at night, what do you want from me?

This topic turned so poorly.

Wen Lang clicked his tongue, but didn't continue to ask him.

The Spring of His Majesty Taotie: I think I'm in love.

Smelly shameless Fu Ergou: Oh.

Spring of His Majesty Taotie: Don't you express your shock?

Smelly shameless Fu Ergou: I'm so shocked, and then what?

Wen Lang felt that Fu Tong might be a little bored today, so he didn't argue with him, and directly stated his intentions.

The message box was silent for almost half a minute, and finally a message popped up.

Smelly shameless Fu Ergou: I think you'd better ask someone else. First, I'm not suitable for your small and fresh style here. If you lead me to Bai Ze, I will kill me. Second, I just want to The newspaper's persuasion, the very, very, very scary kind.

Wen Lang also felt that Fu Tong was scary like this, so he sent an emoji of touching his head.

Fu Tong fell silent for a long time, and replied with an anti-touch emoticon and a paragraph.

Smelly and shameless Fu Ergou: Also, with all due respect, I don't think you need to do anything about your guy, you're sure to check it out, if you don't believe me, go try it now.

The Spring of His Majesty Taotie: ...How to try?

Smelly shameless Fu Ergou: Lie flat and do whatever you want.

The spring of His Majesty Taotie: [Lao Tzu is like a Tao Te Ching].jpg

Smelly Shameless Fu Ergou: [I get ten Tao Te Ching].jpg

The two big monsters continued to fight for a while, Fu Tong seemed to be in a really bad mood, and within a few minutes said good night to Wen Lang and went into hiding.

Wen Lang hugged the pillow, and couldn't help thinking about the feasibility of Fu Tong's words.

Although Fu Tong was confident that he could seduce Mr. Qin, Wen Lang didn't think so. After all, when Qin Jingshen got along with him, many of his behaviors were too straight.

There is always only one thing to say when you talk, and you will be said if your clothes are not properly dressed, and you are always angry and ignore people.

Wen Lang shook his legs, feeling that if Mr. Qin was not dressed properly, his first thought would definitely not be to get him dressed, but something particularly exciting.

His Majesty Taotie: [Suddenly Ripples].jpg

but……

Wen Lang lowered his head and took a look at his current appearance. He had just come out of the shower not long ago, his body was still damp, and half of his collarbone was exposed in his pajamas. He looked pretty good.

You can't do it while lying down, but it seems that if you go to tease it, um... it's okay?

Wen Lang was about to move, thinking about it, he did so. He got out of bed and went to the bathroom to mess up his hair a little more. Then he pulled off his pajamas, exposing as much collarbone as possible, and applied a thin layer of lip balm on the way.

After doing this, he looked up and glanced in the mirror. His hair was messy and natural, and the curvature of his collarbone was also nice. After rubbing his eyes later, he would turn a little red. Overall, this wave can be rated as an eight.

Wen Lang felt quite satisfied, and at the same time couldn't help but complain to himself in his heart.

Calcium gas in calcium, tsk.

The author has something to say: Mr. Qin: "My sweetheart is a little liar, he didn't remember me the first time we met, and I gave him my contact information the second time I met, he threw it away, and then thought I was a potbellied greasy Bald people."

Mr. Qin: [Although the face is expressionless, but I am very sad].jpg