Mr. Qin is always serious

Wen Lang's heart was pounding, but Song Li was about to cry.

His current thoughts are similar to Wen Lang's. He felt that Mr. Qin's posture must be a big deal, and he was extremely desperate for a while, thinking that it was time to find the little sister Huapi next door to have a plastic surgery and then run away.

The fans' eyes sparkled, and their screams reached the peak when Qin Jingshen and Wen Lang stood side by side.

However, Qin Jingshen didn't stop, and took out a headband with fluffy orange cat ears from behind, raised his hand and slowly put it on for Wen Lang.

Everyone screamed until their voices were hoarse, wishing they could rush up and turn into a head-pressing squad, but Qin Jingshen didn't make any more such movements behind him.

He became the Mr. Qin that Wen Lang knew at the beginning. He was noble and elegant, and looked very cold. He said something in a voice with almost no ups and downs, then announced the end of the meeting, and brought Wen Lang back naturally. backstage.

Clean and neat, the whole process did not exceed 5 minutes.

Until Qin Jingshen took him to the back, Wen Lang couldn't react, his peach eyes opened into the shape of cat's eyes because of a daze, and he looked at Qin Jingshen hazily: "Mr. Qin?"

Qin Jingshen hummed, and the orange cat headband that he had tilted was just right. When he raised his hand, his sleeve inadvertently brushed against Wen Lang's cheek, with a pleasant smell and a slight itchiness.

Wen Lang was teased for a moment, and he came back to his senses completely, his eyes lit up instantly: "Mr. Qin, why are you here?"

Song Li quietly said from the side: "Mr. Qin has been here all the time, standing there watching you for almost two hours."

He pointed at the big screen, and Wen Lang took a look at it. From inside, he could see that people were being cleared in the auditorium. The picture was so clear that even the pine nut bracelet on the little hamster's wrist could be seen.

Not long ago, Mr. Qin was watching him here.

Wen Lang's heart shook: "I..."

Qin Jingshen didn't speak, but glanced at Song Li lightly.

Song Li interrupted just now because he hadn't recovered from the ups and downs just now, and he was stunned to give him courage. Now that he is awake, it is naturally different. After being glanced at by Qin Jingshen, he immediately stood upright and slipped into the auditorium with a wink To help Shuhe, he didn't forget to call the other staff members before leaving.

Everyone came and went in a hurry, and soon only Wen Lang and Qin Jingshen were left in the room.

Wen Lang looked at Qin Jingshen and smiled: "Is this a surprise for me?"

Qin Jingshen asked back: "Is the "A Love Letter" just now a surprise for me?"

Wen Lang was a little embarrassed and nodded.

Qin Jingshen looked at him with deep eyes, poked his finger back for a while, and when he retracted it, there was an extra letter in his hand.

The envelope is a sea of ​​dark blue ink, dotted with gold dots in the middle, like a sunrise.

Wen Lang's heart trembled: "This is..."

Then I saw Qin Jingshen pursed his lips, and said in a very low voice: "I heard your love letter, and I hope you can accept my love letter."

Love love love... love letter?

Wen Lang was taken aback.

He never thought that Qin Jingshen would give him such a thing, even though he had teased countless times before that the relationship between him and Mr. Qin was like a campus love.

In Wen Lang's heart, expressing one's heart in letters is a very restrained and pure thing.

It's as if someone carefully put you in the deepest part of my heart, and I'm ashamed to say some words, so I write them down for you with a soft heart.

Wen Lang's heart softened instantly, and he raised his hand to take the envelope from Qin Jingshen's hand, pinching the corner tightly with his fingers: "I, do I want to read it now?"

Qin Jingshen smiled slowly: "It's yours, you can do whatever you want."

Wen Lang lowered his head and looked back and forth at the envelope several times, and finally put it away first: "No, no, I have to go home and read again. It's too noisy here, and I don't feel that way."

Qin Jingshen gave a low hum.

Wen Lang smiled and leaned against him, with a bit of impatience in his voice: "Let's go, let's go home."

It was exactly twelve o'clock when I got home.

Wen Lang originally thought that the first thing after returning home would be to read the letter, and then do some unspeakable things, but at this time, his mood suddenly eased, and he wagged his tail leisurely and waited for the feed. The three small animals poured cat food and dog food, then squatted beside them and watched with smiles.

Cooking, walking, watching variety shows with cats and dogs.

The next few hours passed almost the same as usual, as if this was just an extremely ordinary day.

The clock on the wall gradually pointed to seven o'clock.

It was already dark outside, and a few stars could be glimpsed in the dense night.

After watching the last episode of the variety show, Qin Jingshen suddenly pressed the remote control to turn off the TV, and the lights in the room went out at the same time, the surrounding was pitch black, only a few rays of moonlight were faintly shining through the window.

Wen Lang smiled in the dark: "Mr. Qin?"

Before the end of the last word fell, his eyes were suddenly covered by warm hands, and Qin Jingshen's deep voice immediately rang in his ears: "Close your eyes and follow me."

Wen Lang didn't ask much, and closed his eyes according to Qin Jingshen's words, and then he felt his hand being held, with a slight tide, leading him slowly forward, and finally up the stairs.

Dozens of steps became extremely far away at this moment, and my heart beat faster and faster.

The two walked up step by step in the darkness. After an unknown period of time, Qin Jingshen finally stopped.

Wen Lang tilted his head back: "Mr. Qin, are you here?"

Qin Jingshen hummed again, seemingly a little nervous, but still didn't let go of his hands: "Wen Lang."

"Huh?" Wen Lang said.

Suddenly there was no sound from behind, and Wen Lang didn't urge him, and waited quietly. After a long time, he felt the man leaning down, and the voice rang in his ears along with his hot breath.

"I love you."

At the same time as the voice fell, the hand covering Wen Lang's eyes slowly moved away. Wen Lang hadn't recovered from Qin Jingshen's low-pitched confession when he was dazzled by the scene in front of him.

It was still dark all around, and in the dark, there were countless fluorescent dots on the wall in front of him, which was painted with a pen to paint a picture that covered the entire wall—two people, one holding a cat They were laughing, and one of them looked down at him from the side. The two of them were obviously just outlines drawn with a pen, but Wen Lang felt that he could see some beautiful emotions in their eyes.

Soft, tender, loving.

Emotions that put each other on top of each other.

He was stunned, standing in the dark and looking at the fluorescent painting in front of him, he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"Snapped--"

The lights in the house were turned on.

The fluorescent painting on the wall disappeared with the light, but the touch in Wen Lang's heart did not fade away.

He saw something more heartwarming in that position.

Countless photos, countless slips of paper with their names written on them were carefully pasted bit by bit, forming each other's names together.

Qin Jingshen, Wen Lang.

Close to each other.

Under their names, Wen Lang also saw the three small animals and Demacia at home, who had obviously been carefully dressed, wearing a headband with the word Wen Lang on their heads, and solitaire cards hanging around their necks, next to each other. Together they just form the four words happy birthday.

Wen Lang's heart was full, and suddenly he remembered the love letter again, and hurriedly took it out of his arms, looked down, and then paused again.

There was only one piece of paper in the envelope, and there was no language written on it. Wen Lang's name was written on both sides, piercing through the back of the paper, and every stroke was serious and gentle.

And put together with the letter paper, there are two...

Ring.

Platinum ring with a clasp that can be opened on the surface, and each other's names are engraved inside.

Wen Lang's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly turned his head to look at Qin Jingshen.

Mr. Qin's ears were red, but his eyes didn't dodge. The moment Wen Lang looked over, he lowered his head and met his eyes, with a serious expression, and paused every word.

"I'll put it on for you, okay?"

The tips of Wen Lang's ears also turned red, and after a while he came back to his senses, his eyes suddenly filled with a smile: "Are you proposing marriage?"

In fact, he was also nervous, so that the you in the title became you again.

Qin Jingshen's eyes were soft and gentle to the extreme, without saying a word, he reached out and took the ring that belonged to Wen Lang, took a step back and knelt down on one knee, looking at Wen Lang carefully.

The light from the studio shone in his eyes, like stars in the night sky, or like the hazy moonlight on a mountain in the mist.

You see, how can this person be so good?

At this moment, there is no need to say anything superfluous.

Wen Lang was not pretentious, smiled with red eyes, and stretched out his hand to Qin Jingshen neatly: "Come!"

Qin Jingshen's eyes suddenly lit up, more eye-catching than the fireworks that day, he held the ring, his fingers were shaking because of nervousness, slowly leaned over, looked at it with such hot eyes, and gave him the ring bit by bit put it on.

And the other ring was put on Qin Jingshen's hand by Wen Lang with the same mood.

Over the knuckles, stop, just right.

For the rest of their lives, the two of them have been completely locked together ever since.

Wen Lang looked down, and gradually felt his heart and eye sockets burning together: "Mr. Qin."

Qin Jingshen looked down at him: "Why—"

All the words that followed were submerged in a sudden hug. Wen Lang hugged Qin Jingshen with great strength, as if wanting to integrate him into his flesh and blood.

Qin Jingshen paused, raised his hand and gently stroked Wen Lang's hair.

Then I saw the person in front of me look up and look at him with burning eyes: "Mr. Qin, let's... go to the bedroom."

The meaning of the words is self-evident.

Qin Jingshen lightly stroked his cheek with his hand, his voice hoarse: "You think it over."

Wen Lang nodded and smiled again: "Thought it out."

Qin Jingshen's eyes darkened completely, without saying anything, he leaned over and hugged Wen Lang directly, and turned to go out.

A dozen steps outside the studio is the bedroom.

Open the door, close the door, lock it.

Wen Lang fell into the soft quilt, and immediately welcomed a passionate kiss, like a gust of wind and rain, sweeping from all directions, bringing endless lingering and scalding temperature.

Wen Lang rarely showed a submissive side, closing his eyes in response to Qin Jingshen's kiss, his eyelashes trembling occasionally, he had watched countless tutorial videos before, but at this time he found that it was useless, he could only follow the most realistic Let go of the feeling, and put countless loves in front of the person he likes.

Both of them were breathing heavily soon, and an ambiguous red color appeared on their lips, slightly hot.

When Wen Lang was so dazed by the kiss that he almost felt suffocated, Qin Jingshen's kiss gradually became gentler, and the wind and rain turned into hazy, warm and soft, from Wen Lang's forehead bit by bit. The dots spread down, kissed the eyes, the tip of the nose, and the cheeks, repeatedly rubbed on the lips, and then lightly imprinted on the collarbone, without stopping.

Most of the clothes on Wen Lang's body fell apart during this kiss, and they could be picked apart with a light flick of the hand, while Qin Jingshen's kiss was still going on, leaving a series of marks on Wen Lang's body, going down bit by bit , and finally stopped in the lower abdomen.

Wen Lang opened his eyes, and looked towards Qin Jingshen dimly: "Mr. Qin?"

Qin Jingshen's eyes were bottomless, and with a tenderness that was almost overflowing, he raised his eyes and looked up at him: "Have you really thought about it?"

Even if you don't think about it, can you stop at this time?

Wen Lang smiled, didn't speak, and kissed Qin Jingshen hard in his direction.

After Qin Jingshen paused for a second, he deepened the kiss again, spreading down along the previous hickey.

The surrounding heat continued to deepen.

The dim yellow light dimmed down.

This is bound to be an unusual night.

Wen Lang was tossed about for several hours, completely withstood the enthusiasm of Mr. Qin from the high-cold and ascetic department at a certain time, and at first he was able to react to no avail, but later he simply followed the crowd and let him go.

By the time everything was over, it was already late at night.

Wen Lang fell into a drowsy sleep, Qin Jingshen reached out and brushed his sweat-drenched hair away, and kissed his forehead tenderly.

The person who was disturbed frowned, and turned around with the quilt in his arms. Qin Jingshen laughed softly, feeling a little distressed, and carefully carried him to the bathroom to take a bath. Wen Lang slept deeply and didn't wake up the whole time.

Come out again, 10 minutes later.

Qin Jingshen covered Wen Lang with a quilt, dimmed the bedside lamp, and went back to the bathroom.

The faint sound of water came from the bathroom, the person on the bed fell asleep peacefully, and the surroundings were completely silent.

But this peace and harmony only lasted less than 3 minutes.

The person who was sleeping soundly just now suddenly frowned, fine sweat leaked from his forehead, his skin was abnormally red, and his breathing became heavy, as if it was difficult to breathe.

This slight sound was covered by the sound of water in the bathroom, Qin Jingshen didn't hear it, but Xiao Taotie noticed it, and rushed over from the room and started scratching at the door frantically.

The ear-piercing sound of scratching the door was mixed with the hysterical cry, which was very clear in the middle of the night, followed by another loud bang.

Little Taotie knocked a hole out of the door, got in with sawdust all over his body, and rushed straight at Wen Lang who was on the bed.

"Crack-"

The wall clock hit zero at this moment.

Qin Jingshen came out of the bathroom in a hurry, and this was what he saw.

There was an extra hole in the door of the bedroom, and the sawdust was brought from the door to the bed, entangled with a strand of brown hair, half of the quilt fell on the ground, half was pressed on the bed, and the person who pressed the corner of the quilt was not familiar to him. youth, but—

——It is a dark brown one with two small horns on its head...

——Big hairball.

The author has something to say: Wen Langlang: "It's over, it's over."

Mr. Qin: "It's okay."

Wen Langlang: "I also think it's okay, if the reaction is going to drop, everyone will drop it together."

Mr. Qin: "..."

……

Isn't it very exciting! !

Let me see your hands!