Xiao Lang Jing

Zhao Meng never dreamed that this day would come so soon.They chose a day when Zhao Meng would not be on duty, Song Qiran scheduled work ahead of time, and drove to the home city together on the fixed date.According to Song Qiran's thinking, if Zhao Meng wants to move in, he must first change the bed, and the layout of the house can also be redesigned, and then buy some small pieces of furniture.He runs a design firm by profession, Zhao Meng can't get in the way when it comes to choosing furniture, and he is happy to leave it to Song Qiran to make up his mind, only to be temporarily reminded that buying furniture can be done casually. It's best to bring some water and food with you for a day - Song Qiran should pay attention to efficiency when doing things, and it is his habit to save time by eating and shopping when he is tired.

So there was a picture of Song Qiran striding through the model rooms in front of him, and Zhao Meng followed behind with two fast food paper bags, his eyes were empty.Most of the time Zhao Mengdu just looked at Song Qiran in a daze.

Today's Song Qiran was still wearing a pair of square silver-rimmed glasses. After entering the room, he took off his jacket and wore a suit vest with a dark gold check pattern on a blue background. The hair on the nape of the neck seemed to be meticulous. He turned to Zhao Meng, straightened his back, observed the workmanship of the hollow corners of the combination cabinet, and occasionally asked two questions to the shopping guide. His eyes were focused, his face was calm, and his silhouette was beautiful. Can be drawn.

"Your furniture combination configuration is reasonable, but I don't like to use so much acrylic material. Although acrylic is durable, it also looks dull. Can I ask for the details to be individually customized and replaced with thermoplastic resin? ... Also Can you replace the PVC lampshade with plexiglass? If you need to recalculate the cost and price, please provide me with an exact time..."

He folded his arms and watched the shopping guide record the details of the demand on the tablet computer that he carried, and carefully confirmed the process details and delivery deadline with the other party. Suddenly he turned his head and glanced at Zhao Meng. After meeting his eyes, he opened slightly to Zhao Meng. Open your mouth.

Zhao Mengzheng was absent-mindedly drinking a cup of McDonald's Coca-Cola, and suddenly Song Qiran glanced at him. Song Qiran tilted his neck and didn't speak.Song Qiran took advantage of the opportunity to bite the straw, smiled slightly, and shifted his attention to listen to the shopping guide's answer seriously.The whole process only took a few seconds, and everything went so naturally, as if there was a tacit understanding.Song Qiran nodded, while swiping and pulling the tablet in the shopping guide's hand to view the [-]D display model of the finished furniture, while tilting his head to suck the cold Coke in Zhao Meng's hand, he opened his eyebrows and eyes when he was no longer thirsty, and looked down at the samples while the shopping guide looked down. At the moment of the parameters, he secretly gave Zhao Meng a mischievous wink,

"You drank."

Zhao Meng looked at the shape of his mouth, wishing he could abandon everyone on the spot and take him to a secluded place, lock him in a cabinet and just do nonsense.

He has long been used to Song Qiran's casual flirting, but this person has the ability to make you find him more cute the more you look at him.

That day they picked out some utensils that could be replaced, and when they got home, it was past noon and the sky was getting dark. Zhao Meng used his tall and burly expertise to stack up the corrugated boxes and carry them onto the elevator, and ran back and forth twice. When he parked the car, went upstairs, went upstairs and locked the door, Song Qiran, holding a paper cutter, had already unpacked several packages placed on the top.

He held a ceramic product with two-style foot straps in his hand, showing a slightly puzzled expression. He didn't seem to have seen that thing before, and he didn't remember when he bought it and put them in the trunk of the car.

Zhao Meng was a little embarrassed when he bumped into this scene immediately after entering the door.That's what he bought. Before checkout, he saw a pair of ceramic cups for couples on the promotional float near the cash register. They cost nine yuan and nine pairs. They are deformed styles that can fit together. A puppy and a rabbit , being held in Song Qiran's hand felt particularly abrupt.

Zhao Meng regretted it a little. He didn't think so when he bought it. When he got back to Song Qiran's house, he found that there was no part of the house that didn't emphasize the unity of design details. The pair of cartoon cups that looked silly and Song Qiran's love The minimalist and low-key overall decoration style does not match at all, and it feels extremely incongruous on the background cloth alone.

Zhao Meng was terribly embarrassed, just as he was about to persuade Song Qiran to put it down, he raised his head up to the light and looked carefully at the pink rabbit prints sprayed by the laser.

Zhao Meng didn't understand why he could look at it so seriously, as if it wasn't some cheap goods that can be seen everywhere on the street, but a gift specially customized for him, a piece of jewelry, which needed to be seriously appraised for its value.

He was against the light, his five fingers were clearly jointed, and the half of his wrist exposed by the cuff was thin and delicate. Zhao Meng wanted to take the cup out of his hand, but just as he touched the ceramic, Song Qiran pursed his lips, staggered half a step to avoid that movement, and put the couple's cup on it. On the coffee table, when I turned to look at him, there seemed to be peach blossoms in his eyes——

"Very good, suitable for home use."

When he mentioned home, Zhao Meng's body surged with energy, looking at the cup carefully caressed by Song Qiran, he felt as if a city had been built in his heart.

They quickly unpacked the remaining boxes, and drove to Zhao Meng's single apartment before the evening rush hour. Song Qiran pulled in the door, and he let Song Qiran lie on his single bed, admiring the beautiful young man in a room full of traces of his own life, then bowed his head and kissed him, and rolled to the ground together with him.The room was small and not soundproof. They opened the closet and pulled things into the boxes while laughing and joking.Zhao Meng had very little luggage, but it took them four to ten minutes to pack it all.When they went downstairs, the two were in front of each other, Zhao Meng's left hand and Song Qiran's right hand were pulling a box together, and their fingers interlocked under the handle, and they could feel the body temperature on both sides' skin surface due to excitement.

Going home soon, Zhao Meng thought, he didn't even want to wait until he got home, he wanted to eat the other party as soon as he unlocked the car and got in the car.But suddenly heard "Meng Gouzi" in front of the car door.

Zhao Meng is a dog, and Meng Gouzi is a nickname given by his parents. He was only called by his relatives since he was a child.He recognized a familiar voice, and clasped Song Qiran's hand and froze secretly.

A man came across the street from the bus stop in front of the apartment, with a trolley case and a basket of eggs in his hand, followed by a timid girl, carrying a snakeskin bag.

Zhao Meng straightened up abruptly, let go of Song Qiran, took the box from the man's hand and called "Aunt Three". The girl behind "Third Aunt" was blushing, and peeked at Song Qiran and his car with her head peeking from Zhao Meng's shoulder.

"Third Aunt" saw the boxes scattered beside the car door and pulled Zhao Meng's clothes.

"Meng Gouzi, are you moving? Where are you going?"

Zhao Meng's heart sank, and he was about to speak nonsense to fool him with a passable statement, but Song Qiran took the conversation.

Song Qiran held the car key in his hand and put it in his pocket with one hand, and bowed gracefully to "Third Aunt".

"Move to my house," he replied, "I'm Zhao Meng's landlord. I finished viewing the house this afternoon and just signed the contract."