[Full Time] Behind the Glory

Qu Que, stared at the door for a long time before asking everyone present doubtfully, "Do you think he looks familiar?"

It's okay if Zhou Lei didn't say anything, but after saying that, the guys nodded repeatedly.

"It's kind."

"It looks familiar. Where have you seen him? Police and gangster movies? Shootout movies?"

"No way..." An Hongrui suddenly remembered something, his face turned pale and he sat back on the sofa: "He is Han... Han Wenqing? He is Team Han!"

Well, he was originally a diehard Tyranny fan, so that's it.Before the secret love turned into a bright love, the love was broken.And the opponent who made him lovelorn was still his idol.Competing with idols for Lin Qian?He doesn't have the guts!

There was a silence in the box, and then it exploded with a "buzz". Zhou Lei poured himself a drink with a look of being struck by lightning, and said with emotion: "Damn! Lin Qian...is really good. !"

Can Lin Qian really do it?I don't know, anyway, Han Wenqing pushed her into the passenger seat and fastened her seat belt forcefully.

As soon as the car started, the arrested person scratched the glass of the car and yelled, "Han Wenqing, you bastard, let me go! Who wants to be in the car with you? I hate you! I don't want to see you!"

Han Wenqing frowned and looked at Lin Qian with a gloomy face: "What on earth do you want?" From the first call just now to now, he has called no less than seven times, and no one answered at first!No one heard!Finally got connected once, and hung up before saying a few words.Calling again is shutting down!shutdown!shutdown!

After finding someone according to the address she sent yesterday, she was drunk and in various moods.What is this going to do?

Han Wenqing braked and stopped on the side of the road.Lin Qian instinctively fell forward, but was dragged back to the back of the seat by the seat belt.

Han Wenqing pulled the man onto the chair, and said sharply with a deep face, "What are you embarrassing about?"

It's okay if you don't ask, but if you ask, you're like poking a hornet's nest. Lin Qian began to cry "shua shua", and complained as she fell, "Han Wenqing, you bastard. You broke your promise. You said you would stay with me. You missed the appointment. "

The author has something to say:

After drinking

Han Wenqing was taken aback, then frowned: Missed the appointment?

He promised her, and now he came too.Why did you miss the appointment?

"Nowadays……"

"It's my birthday today. You promised me to be with me. But you didn't." Lin Qian lowered her body, her shoulders trembling as she cried, as if she had suffered a great grievance, teardrops fell down.

Han Wenqing frowned even tighter, took out a tissue beside him and handed it to Lin Qian: "Lin Qian, I..."

"You're busy! I know! Then don't promise me. Give me hope and let me down, you bastard!" Lin Qian cried even harder after she finished speaking. Just now she was holding onto the corner of her clothes and weeping silently, now she is holding the tissue box. Lost my voice.

Han Wenqing pressed his forehead, stepped on the clutch and pulled the handbrake and stopped talking: because he found that Lin Qian interrupted his opening several times and stopped him.Not many people dare to interrupt him.But Lin Qian had the guts to do it very naturally, as it should be.To be honest, he really didn't think he was wrong about today's matter, and he didn't know why she was crying so badly now.He's already on an appointment to accompany her, so why isn't she willing to make trouble?

The atmosphere in the car was very oppressive. After crying for a while, Lin Qian couldn't help being even more aggrieved when she saw that Han Wenqing ignored her and didn't coax her.Holding the tissue box, he curled up and moved to the other side away from Han Wenqing.He fixed his head on the car door, watching Han Wenqing drive with tears in his eyes.There are mixed feelings in my heart.

When Han Wenqing glanced over a few times, Lin Qian would turn her head outwards, angrily not meeting his gaze.Ten minutes later, the sobbing sound in the car gradually diminished, and finally disappeared.

"Lindsey."

"Lindsey?"

Taking advantage of the gap at the red light, Han Wenqing patted the person next to him, but Lin Qian closed her eyes and did not respond.Shot again, rubbing her head, and leaning against the car door: Come on, after being drunk, having a fight, and crying, Ms. Lin fell asleep in the car very heartlessly.

Han Wenqing patted the steering wheel hard, rubbed his forehead, and changed his destination: Originally, he wanted to send Lin Qian back to her apartment, but now it seems that leaving his drunk girlfriend in the house alone, in case something happens in the middle of the night ,what to do?Forget it, go back to him.

Han Wenqing drove all the way to his residence, stopped and opened the door, turned around and called Lin Qian.Lin Qian hummed twice, tilted her head on him, and fell asleep again.There was no other way, Han Wenqing could only carry her into the house.Probably because she adjusted her sleeping position, Lin Qian opened her eyes in a daze, and looked around blankly. She didn't know what conclusion she came to, so she turned her head and found a comfortable place to lie in Han Wenqing's arms. He rubbed, smacked his lips, and continued to sleep to death.

Han Wenqing had no choice but to put him on the bed to pour water for her.On the way to the living room, he was surprised to find that there were some subtle changes in his house compared to before. There were two potted flowers on the window sill, and a framed landscape painting on the wall.A tea set was placed on the coffee table at some point.Even the light switch is inlaid with a circle of simple and simple lace - this is Lin Qian's handwriting.

When he goes to the kitchen and opens the refrigerator, how about fruits, drinks, instant dumplings, zongzi, and even glutinous rice balls?There are still many tricks.

Han Wenqing lowered his head and chuckled, poured water from the water dispenser to the bedroom, woke up the half-drunk Lin Qian, and handed the cup to her eyes.

Lin Qian finished drinking with his cup in a daze, then looked up at Han Wenqing with a blank face, thinking.

"What are you thinking about?" Han Wenqing asked a rare question after putting down the cup before seeing Lin Qian like this.

Lin Qian stretched out her hand, snapped her fingers like a kindergarten child learning to count, nodded her head and said seriously: "Mom said that the best love poems are not sung in songs, not written on paper."

Han Wenqing raised his eyebrows: What he said was literary.It's not the same as the level he usually contacts.

"Then what should it be?" No matter how literary and artistic, it seems to Han Wenqing that there is only one result: if it is not this, then which one should it be?

Lin Qian raised her head and looked left and right, as if to see if there were eavesdroppers. When she found invincibility, she sat up straight, looked at Han Wenqing and said solemnly: "The best love poems should be engraved in time with life, and only one person can read them from now on. Comrade Han Wenqing, are you ready?"

What preparation?He understood the first sentence, but what does the preparation for the second sentence refer to?

Han Wenqing frowned slightly, with a subtle expression on his face that Tyranny had never seen before. Before he could adjust, he was caught off guard by Lin Qian who threw him on the bed, and then the side of his neck There was a stabbing pain: Lin Xi opened her claws like an annoyed kitten, and bit Han Wenqing's neck mercilessly.

The sudden pain made Han Wenqing gasp, "Lin Qian, you... get up first." Han Wenqing pushed Lin Qian, trying to get her off of him in a gentle way that didn't hurt anyone.However, Lin Qian hugged him immediately, clung to him with hands and feet, propped her head up, her eyes stared at the bleeding wound she had bitten out, and she tilted her head in innocent confusion: "It's bleeding."

Han Wenqing pulled out an arm and touched the wound on his neck: "It's okay. You come down first." Such a close distance is prone to problems.

"I don't." Lin Qian shook her head stubbornly, then laid her head on Han Wenqing's chest again, raised her face and stretched out her pink tongue to lick the blood she just made, narrowed her peach blossom eyes, and licked her lips to taste for a while Son: "It's salty."

This action is too suggestive and provocative, especially in front of a genuine boyfriend.Lin Qian's lazy, hoarse and drunken provocation was simply inviting Han Wenqing to push her down.It's terrible!

Han Wenqing's face darkened, his brows were furrowed, and when they turned over, their positions changed 180 degrees. Lin Qian looked at the ceiling with dazed eyes, as if she hadn't realized how she went from being oppressed to being oppressed .However, this did not prevent her from responding to the result. Lin Meili ignored the position issue, wrapped her arms around the neck of the person in front of her, and gave a long kiss enthusiastically and boldly.During the kiss, he unscrupulously reached out to button Han Wenqing's clothes.When she successfully undid his third button, that messy little hand was suddenly caught and pinned to the head of the bed.

The voice of the person above him was hoarse and his tone was severe: "Lin Qian, you are drunk! Take a good rest."

Lin Qian glanced at him aggrievedly, her breath was sexy and cowardly: "You don't want me?"

"I want to. But not now." Han Wenqing stood up immediately after finishing speaking, straightened his shirt, picked up the bedside water cup and took a couple of sips for himself, then left the bedroom door without looking back.

Lin Qian looked at his back and sniffled melancholy.Turning around in anger, hugging the quilt and closing her eyes.

When Han Wenqing came out of the bathroom, he looked at Lin Qian again. She was breathing steadily and had gone on a date with Duke Zhou.

Han Wenqing stood by the door and paused for a second, lifted his foot, and walked in: There is no certainty about being drunk, who knows if Lin Qian will do something wrong in the middle of the night.

Yao Mozi didn't stay at night, but got up early the next day.Lin Qian woke up with a short scream.After calling out, he stared unkindly at the kiss and bite mark on Han Wenqing's neck and asked, "Han Wenqing, who did this?"

Han Wenqing didn't even bother to recount the details, so he sat up beside him and buttoned his clothes and said calmly, "You were drunk last night."

Lin Qian covered her mouth at once, leaned towards Han Wenqing with guilt, and said in a guilty conscience, "I... bitten? Cough... Why didn't I know anything? Last night I..."

"fine."

"Oh." Lin Qian was a little bored when she said the word, and she didn't know why she felt a little bit disappointed when she heard him say it was okay.Could it be... She subconsciously expected something to happen last night?

As soon as this thought came to her head, Lin Qian's face turned red, and she jumped up from the bed as if she had been scalded.