Mr. Qin is always serious

Time flows like water, and in the blink of an eye, Qin Jingshen's birthday is coming.

Wen Lang asked Chen Jia for leave in advance, and planned to spend an unforgettable birthday with her boyfriend. In fact, this night was indeed unforgettable for him. Wen Lang was embarrassed to be pressed on the carpet just after midnight. Say it.

Mr. Qin, who is cold and abstinent and always very serious, is also terrible when he indulges.

Later, the two of them went to the bathroom and took a comfortable soak in the hot water for a while. After coming out, Wen Lang squinted his eyes and lay on the bed. Qin Jingshen gently kissed his shoulder and asked in a low voice, "Are you tired? "

Wen Lang shook his head: "Not tired."

As he said that, he turned over, put his hand on Qin Jingshen's heart, and said with a smile on his face, "Boyfriend, happy 28th birthday."

It was already late at night, the night outside was dark, everything was silent, the dim light in the bedroom shone on Wen Lang's face, looking at it from Qin Jingshen's perspective, he felt that the corners of the eyes and brows of the people in front of him were smudged with a layer of warm light , When I glanced over, it seemed that the mountains and rivers were picturesque, very beautiful.

Qin Jingshen's heart softened, and he couldn't help but bowed his head and kissed Wen Lang's forehead: "Thank you."

Wen Lang was taken aback for a moment, then squinted his eyes and laughed: "That's not what I want to hear right now, think about what you should say?"

Qin Jingshen didn't speak, and slowly rubbed his fingers along Wen Lang's eyes to his lips. After a while, he spoke in a slightly hoarse but serious tone.

"I love you."

He met Wen Lang's eyes and said so.

Wen Lang was satisfied: "This makes sense. From now on, you should say these three words to me often, preferably so many times that I can't count them, how about it?"

Qin Jingshen gave a low hum: "Okay."

The dimples on Wen Lang's face were exposed again, and after adjusting a more comfortable posture, he narrowed his eyes comfortably: "Then go to bed early, it's late, and we have to go to the Monster Bureau at dawn. It took a lot of tossing."

Although blood vessels are not dangerous, the pain is unavoidable.

Wen Lang felt distressed but also a little nervous. He couldn't help but squeeze Qin Jingshen's hand tightly, but he didn't say a word about the blood, and said softly, "Mr. Qin, good night."

After the voice fell, he closed his eyes, as if he would fall asleep immediately.

Qin Jingshen didn't move, he sat in the dim light and looked down at the people around him. His gaze was neither sharp nor intense, but Wen Lang could feel it, so he opened his eyes after a while.

The two looked at each other, and after half a minute, it was Qin Jingshen who couldn't hold back, and said first, "Wen Lang, I..."

The tips of his ears turned red suddenly, and he looked very embarrassed. After hesitating for a few seconds, he continued in a low voice: "Where's my gift?"

So cute.

Wen Lang raised his eyebrows maliciously: "Where are there gifts, I gave them to you, isn't that enough?"

Qin Jingshen subconsciously said enough, then pursed his lips, wanted to say something, but couldn't say it.

Wen Lang couldn't bear to tease him anymore, so he laughed: "I'm lying to you, there are gifts, but I can't give them to you now, wait until those things are settled."

Although he still had to wait, Qin Jingshen's expression eased visibly with the naked eye, and he gave a low hum.

Wen Lang poked his cheek: "So is my boyfriend going to bed now? I'm very sleepy and tired."

Less than three seconds after the voice fell, the bedside lamp went out, and the surroundings instantly darkened, and it was very quiet, which was a very suitable time for sleeping.

Wen Lang buried his face in the quilt, and then felt the mattress next to him sinking, and the familiar temperature approached him. Wen Lang didn't open his eyes, and just felt his way into Qin Jingshen's arms. She froze slightly imperceptibly, and then put her hand lightly on his waist.

The surrounding area was very quiet, the lights outside the window gradually went out, and the whole city fell into a deep sleep bit by bit.

Good night, dear people.

**

The next day, the sky was cloudless.

At eight o'clock, Wen Lang and Qin Jingshen went out, and as soon as they went downstairs, they received a call from Wen Rong and Lu Qi at the same time as Mr. Qin, asking if they had packed up and when they could arrive.

The voice over the microphone was slightly hoarse, and he kept thinking about it as soon as he heard it, and he didn't get a good rest at night.

Wen Lang and Qin Jingshen talked to them a few words, hung up the phone, and rushed towards the Longdu Building. When they passed by, they saw that the elders were already waiting there. Qin Zihang still looked indifferent, what emotion? None, Lu Qi paced back and forth anxiously, Wen Rong also pursed his lips, standing there wondering what he was thinking.

Seeing them, Lu Qi's expression eased a little, and he asked Qin Jingshen, "Are you nervous?"

Qin Jingshen raised his eyes: "No."

Lu Qi was very nervous, and then asked him a few more questions, as if trying to ease the uneasiness.

A few people went to the No.13th floor of the building while talking. As soon as they entered the door of the Monster Bureau, someone took them to the third floor. There were only two doors on the third floor. Fu Tong and Fu Qianyuan stood in front of the door on the left, quietly facing They look over.

Wen Lang walked over: "What's the matter?"

Fu Tong glanced at Fu Qianyuan, and the latter said, "It's ready."

As he spoke, his eyes stopped on Qin Jingshen and Mrs. Lu Qi, and said, "You come in with me, and the others are waiting outside."

Qin Jingshen turned his head to look at Wen Lang, and Wen Lang showed him two dimples: "I'll wait for you outside, finish early, and I'll celebrate your birthday when I get home."

Fu Tong clicked his tongue: "Your words are sour, and it's not a matter of life and death. It's not impossible."

Wen Lang felt that Ya Zi was really annoying, but it was rare that he didn't hate him, but nodded accordingly.

Qin Jingshen's eyes softened, he raised his hand to touch his dimple, and without saying anything, he and Fu Qianyuan entered the door behind him.

"Squeak-"

The door was closed, completely isolating the inside and the outside.

Wen Lang didn't feel very nervous at first, but the moment Qin Jingshen's figure disappeared by the door, his mood suddenly changed.

He sat down on the bench with his head down, and Fu Tong patted his shoulder lightly: "It's okay."

Wen Lang responded, "I know."

The few people were actually not very relaxed, so they didn't say much later, and waited quietly.

1 minute, 10 minutes, half an hour... Before I knew it, an hour and a half passed.

There was still no movement inside.

Wen Lang couldn't sit still anymore, stood up and walked back and forth around the door, Fu Tong was dazzled by him, and forced him to push him on the bench: "Don't move around, just wait."

Wen Rong also turned around: "Don't be afraid, Langlang."

Wen Lang sighed: "I'm not afraid, I just feel anxious, it feels like..."

He broke off in the middle of the sentence, his brows were slightly frowned, as if he was thinking about how to describe it, Fu Tong raised his eyebrows with great interest: "What is it like?"

Wen Rong also looked over, and Wen Lang thought for a while, and finally said, "It's like the state of a partner having a difficult labor and family members waiting outside the delivery room."

Wen Rong & Fu Tong: "..."

Although this metaphor sounds weird, it really makes sense and has a sense of picture when you think about it carefully.

Fu Tong endured it for a few seconds, but he still couldn't help laughing. When he smiled, the tense atmosphere around him was instantly diluted a lot. At least Wen Lang felt less anxious.

His mood eased a little, he relaxed his body and leaned back on the chair back, but at this moment, he heard a creak in his ear, and then, the door in front of him, which had been closed for an hour and a half, was lightly knocked down. Gently pushed away.

Fu Qianyuan came out of the door, followed by Lu Qi and Qin Zihang, but not Qin Jingshen.

Wen Lang stood up abruptly, his voice trembling with his hands: "Uncle Lu, what, how's it going?"

Because of nervousness, he stuttered.

Lu Qi and Qin Zihang looked at each other, but they didn't say anything, they moved aside and motioned Wen Lang to go and have a look.

Wen Lang became nervous again, walked over there step by step, put his hand on the doorknob and took several deep breaths, finally took a deep breath, pushed the door and walked away.

As soon as the door was opened and closed, Wen Lang was engulfed in a warm breath instantly, that feeling was very warm, like cotton that had been tanned by the sun, and also like the gentle wind in midsummer on the mountain in the mist.

This kind of aura can only be possessed by auspicious beasts with strong bloodlines.

Wen Lang's heart trembled for a moment, and when he looked up, he saw a pitch-black screen embroidered with gold threads not far away, and that harmonious feeling came from behind it.

Wen Lang walked over slowly, and when he was only one step away from seeing everything behind the screen, he stopped, stood there and took countless deep breaths without moving.

The people inside seemed to be aware of Wen Lang's nervousness, and the surroundings suddenly became warmer. A soft mass appeared behind Wen Lang, as if trying to push him forward.

Wen Lang pursed his lips, and finally took that step, walked slowly behind the screen, and then met a pair of blue eyes, like the deep sea, with countless tenderness and tolerance, looking at him carefully come over.

And together with these emotions, what fell into Wen Lang's eyes was Qin Jingshen's appearance at this time.

He stood on a square white jade platform, his whole body was snow-white, the deer horn on his head was warm and moist, like warm jade, and the hair on his whole body was slightly curly, as soft as his eyes.

This is a unicorn, but it is a little different from a unicorn—his back is not empty like an ordinary unicorn, but has a pair of warm white wings.

Wen Lang knew that this was his Mr. Qin.

Unfamiliar, but familiar Mr. Qin.

Wen Lang suddenly laughed, instead of standing there stupidly, he walked slowly towards Qin Jingshen, the white hairball he was looking at was obviously a little nervous, his tail froze there, and he lost the composure he should have had.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Wen Lang gradually approached Qin Jingshen.

And just when he was less than half a meter away from the Yutai, and he could touch Qin Jingshen by raising his hand, a cloud of white smoke suddenly appeared in front of him, and a white light shrouded the edge, which was intense and sharp.

Wen Lang couldn't help closing his eyes, and when he felt that the light in front of him was not as dazzling as before, he slowly opened his eyes, and then froze for an instant.

The white jade platform is still the same white jade platform, and the warm atmosphere around it still exists, but the big white hairy ball standing there has now turned into a small, about fifty or sixty centimeters in size, with a soft voice——

——Little cub.

The author has something to say: Qin Zaizai: "It's our first meeting, hello."