Mr. Qin is always serious

Now that the preliminary preparations have been made securely, there is now a lack of a valid reason.

His majesty Taotie thought about it for a while, and finally went downstairs to warm up a cup of milk, then turned and went upstairs.

The door of the study room was still open, and Qin Jingshen was reading a book with his eyes down behind the desk. He was wearing those gold-rimmed glasses today, and the lenses reflected light slightly, as if covering his eyes with a mist sprinkled with light gold powder.

Wen Lang knocked on the door frame: "Mr. Qin, can I go in?"

Qin Jingshen was slightly taken aback: "Please come in."

He closed the book, looked up at Wen Lang, his brows and eyes were deep and soft.

Wen Lang put the milk on the table: "Did I disturb you?"

"No." Qin Jingshen took off his glasses, "It's so late, why are you still awake?"

Isn't it all up to you?

Wen Lang raised his eyes: "I'm a little insomnia, I saw that the light in the study room was still on, so I came over to have a look."

As he spoke, he pushed the milk next to him towards Qin Jingshen: "Pear juice is added to the milk, you can try it."

Qin Jingshen picked up the cup and took a sip, Wen Lang looked eagerly, "Is it delicious?"

Qin Jingshen hummed: "Not bad."

Mr. Qin really has taste.

Wen Lang smiled: "In fact, adding apple juice to milk is also delicious, but there are no apples at home. I will make it for you next time I come back from vacation."

Qin Jingshen raised his head and glanced at him: "Okay."

Wen Lang's eyes curled up and he didn't speak any more.

The surroundings suddenly fell silent.

Wen Lang stared at Qin Jingshen calmly, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that some things were really miraculous.

If it was in the past, he would definitely feel embarrassed when no one spoke at this time, but now that his mood has changed, that feeling of helplessness has turned into a kind of little joy.

It's hard to say, but it's warm and cozy.

Just horrible.

But of course you can't forget the business.

Wen Lang took a few glances, and when he saw the name on Qin Jingshen's book, he suddenly had an idea: "Actually, I still have something to do when I come here... that is, Song Li said that some fans will visit the class tomorrow and they have to sign. I want to meet again." You learn to write your name, will you?"

He looked at Qin Jingshen with peach blossom eyes full of anticipation.

The eyes of the person he looked at deepened, and at the end, he hummed lightly: "Okay."

He took out two sheets of paper from the drawer and laid them out, stood up and moved them to the wrong side. Wen Lang winked, walked over without him saying anything, and reached out to hold the pen: "Is it still the same way as last time?"

Qin Jingshen nodded, and Wen Lang laughed: "I'm ready, Mr. Qin."

As soon as the voice fell, his hands were covered with warmth.

Qin Jingshen held his hand and wrote Wen Lang's name stroke by stroke on the paper, with serious eyes.

Wen Lang didn't have much interest in learning how to write seriously.

His current state can only be summed up in four words, that is - distracted.

For a while, I think about how warm Mr. Qin's hands are, and for a while, I think about his own appearance from Qin Jingshen's perspective. The smell of the shower gel is very refreshing, not annoying, and I should be able to see the collarbone.

It's perfect.

Wen Lang couldn't help squinting his eyes, but Qin Jingshen's movements suddenly stopped.

He looked back at Qin Jingshen suspiciously, but the latter didn't move his hand away: "You're distracted, what's wrong?"

"Huh? No, it's okay, I just—"

Wen Lang stuttered and said a few words, who knew that when he raised his eyes, the words that he continued with great difficulty suddenly stopped.

He suddenly found that the posture between him and Mr. Qin is very subtle.

The two stood there close to each other, with their right hands still holding each other. When they turned their heads, their pajamas were pulled in the same direction, and the collarbone that was supposed to be exposed was completely exposed in an instant. you can see it.

Of course Mr. Qin is not blind.

He looked down at Wen Lang, and the two of them looked at each other. Because they were so close, they could even feel the heat of each other's breath.

Wen Lang's eyelashes trembled: "Qin—"

After saying a single word, seeing Qin Jingshen lower his eyes, his gaze immediately fell on his collarbone.

Ok, Ok.

Wen Lang lowered his eyes, and he could feel Qin Jingshen's vision gradually changing in front of him. Although he didn't know what this change meant, it was better than nothing.

But why is Mr. Qin still silent? What is he thinking now?

Wen Lang couldn't help but want to raise his head. Just as this thought appeared, he suddenly saw Qin Jingshen raise his hand, and his fingers slowly touched his collarbone.

Wen Lang:! ! !

Wen Lang's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he was a little nervous at the same time as he was pleasantly surprised, and it bumped into his heart again and again.

But this state of affairs did not last long.

Qin Jingshen took a step back, gently adjusted the neckline of the pajamas he had ripped off with his fingers, and said in a low voice, "It's getting cold, don't come out dressed like this in the future, it's easy to catch a cold."

"Bah-"

What responded to Qin Jingshen was the sound of a pen falling to the ground.

Wen Lang looked at Qin Jingshen silently, with no emotion on his face, but deep down in his heart he was about to turn into a blowfish.

You can, Mr. Qin.

With all due respect, I have been single for so many years because I have never thought of falling in love. As for you.

Ah.

Deserves it all.

His Majesty Taotie: [Chest puffed up].jpg

Silence suddenly returned.

Wen Lang didn't want to talk but felt embarrassed, bent down to pick up the pen that fell on the ground, and it happened that Qin Jingshen also went to pick it up, and the hands of the two touched together again.

Wen Lang paused for a moment, but at this moment he was in no mood to continue his thoughts, so he picked up the pen and put it on the table full of melancholy, and smiled at Qin Jingshen.

The person he was looking at pursed his lower lip and remained silent.

Wen Lang didn't know what to do, he glanced blankly to the side, and suddenly saw that there was a slightly staggered floor on the bookshelf, which looked like a door.

He finally found the topic, and pointed in that direction: "Mr. Qin, is there a door?"

Qin Jingshen's eyes flickered slightly, and he hummed lightly: "That's the studio."

"Can you still draw?"

"I learned it for a while before." Qin Jingshen lowered his eyes, "Now I occasionally draw a few pictures, not many."

Wen Lang nodded. He was a person with winks. Although he was curious about the interior, he knew from the degree of concealment of the studio that Qin Jingshen didn't want others to see him, so he didn't continue on this topic.

The two talked for a while, and not long after, the hands of the clock on the wall pointed to twelve o'clock.

Qin Jingshen raised his eyes to look at Wen Lang: "It's getting late, you should go to bed, and you have to get up early to record tomorrow."

Wen Lang nodded in agreement, but he was unwilling to leave just like that. He looked down and saw the paper with his name on the table, and suddenly had a bold idea.

He picked up the pen, bent down and quickly wrote Qin Jingshen's name next to his own name. The hook at the end was cleverly extended into a line, connecting the two names.

Qin Jingshen was slightly startled, and stood there silently, not knowing what he was thinking.

Wen Lang was quite satisfied, and smiled at Qin Jingshen with his peach blossom eyes: "We planned to watch variety shows together, but it's too late today, let's save a few episodes and watch together... Mr. Qin, good night."

After speaking, he didn't look at Qin Jingshen's expression, turned around and went out and slipped back to the room, threw himself on the quilt and buried his face in the fluffy pillow, feeling very happy.

After the beauty is over, I want to float.

So 3 minutes later, the fans who set His Majesty Taotie as special attention received a push message together. After excitedly clicking on it, they found that there were only two words.

@食头下的春天: It’s here.

Attached is a laughing silly Shiba Inu emoticon pack.

**

After Wen Lang posted on Weibo, he went to wash up and go to sleep, completely unaware of what happened in his comment section.

@古下 Updated Today: What does this Weibo mean?Why can't I understand?

@古下will update tomorrow: I was caught off guard, and the class representative gave me some pointers.

@古下will update the day after tomorrow: The representative of this class is here, the students above, I suggest you read your majesty's nickname together with the content.

@Your Majesty will not update this year:! ! ! [Husky Shocked].jpg

@Your Majesty will not update next year:! ! ! [Orange Baoer Shocked].jpg

The spring of His Majesty Taotie has arrived.

Weibo exploded into a ball, discussing for many days who is the person who made His Majesty spring come, but His Majesty Taotie ran away after teasing, and was rushing to record for the next half month, and Song Li didn't let Song Li off on the weekend. The propaganda of "Mountain and River".

I was so tired that my heart hurt, and I was bald in the middle.

The time limit for Bi An Maomao is up, and Wen Lang has no choice but to continue to pull the hair. He originally planned to ask him to help, but the latter's aesthetics are really unacceptable. If he doesn't love anything else, he loves fluorescent powder.

Wen Lang felt that if this went on like this, the dog set might collapse, and he would still be the one to suffer, so it was better to do it himself.

As for how you feel.

His Majesty Taotie: [I know life is hard, but this is really sad].jpg

On such a simple day, the only expectation is to wait for work to be over and have a holiday.

In the evening of this day, the eighth guest who had been here was sent away in the small building. After doing the math, the recording of "Cute Pet Fluffy" will end in less than ten days.

Naturally, Wen Lang was delighted to hear this, and nestled in a corner smiling and stroking the dog. Soon, the surrounding cameras were turned off, and Chai Yang stood there and waved to them: "Come, come, I want to announce a few things."

Everyone looked at each other, and each had a bad premonition in their hearts.

Bai Li spoke first: "Director Chai, what's the matter?"

Chai Yang smiled: "There is good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

"……bad news?"

"It is the next week of continuous recording, and the holiday is postponed to Monday and Tuesday."

"...What about the good news?"

"The mysterious link that I haven't mentioned before will be held this week. In addition to the visits of normal guests, a mysterious guest will also come." Chai Yang said, "He will stay for a week, and one of you will be selected for the whole journey. Entertain him, don't worry about eating, drinking and having fun in the middle, the show crew will cover everything."

Bai Li was stunned for a moment: "That is to say, you can do whatever you want without cooking or shoveling shit?"

Chai Yang squinted his eyes: "Yes, and the accompanying program group has already been selected."

Several people looked up at him together.

Chai Yang didn't hold back either: "It's the person who has accumulated the most dog paw coins these days."

Several people were silent for a while, and Qiqi turned to look at Wen Lang.

Your Majesty Glutton, who is addicted to petting cats and dogs and didn't listen much just now:?

What do you see me doing?

The author has something to say: Wen Langlang: "Mr. Qin deserves to be single."

Mr. Qin: "It's because you came too late."