pretend crush

Europe in October, an international airport in France.

A plane dived and descended, the flashing lights under the wings on both sides pierced the night, and with a huge roar, the plane landed smoothly on the runway.

Ten minutes later, in the VIP passage, a young man strode forward pushing a suitcase.

He wore the fisherman's hat very low, and the mask tightly covered the lower half of his face, revealing only two almond-like eyes that were foggy due to sleepiness, and there was a beautiful tear mole on the corner of his right eye.He was wrapped in a pure black down jacket, and his originally thin figure looked a little bloated.

Behind him was a fat man trotting after him. The man was a little shorter than him, and his movements were not so flexible. After a while, he stretched out his hand out of breath: "Brother Meng, slow down."

Two white earphone cables are drilled out from under the brim of the hat. Meng Ziqin’s earphones are playing the song of the queen Jiang Anyun. Now it’s time for the chorus. Zhou Qiu who went to the three gold altars.

Zhou Qiu's voice is very magnetic, low and hoarse but not tearing. It was once dubbed the "Smoky Voice of God" by thousands of fans. Since his main business is acting, Zhou Qiu does not have much skill in singing, and a love song is flat , is simply emotionless.

Meng Ziqin was listening intently, and disdainfully criticized Zhou Qiu for not pronouncing here and breathing there, and did not hear the assistant Xiaozhou's complaints at all.

At the gate of the airport, the nanny car that came to pick up Meng Ziqin had already parked. The driver came down to help Meng Ziqin pack his luggage, and Meng Ziqin stepped into the car.

The heater was turned on thinly in the car, and Meng Ziqin pulled the mask up to his chin at this moment, and the previously covered area was stained with thin sweat.

Xiao Zhou finally caught up and panted in the seat after closing the car door.

"Is there any paper?" Mencius asked Xiao Zhou.

He has had some cold these days and his voice is hoarse.

Xiao Zhou fumbled around for a while, and took a long time to pull out a piece of paper from the pocket of his down jacket.

Meng Ziqin took the paper to wipe his face, and with his curved and slender fingers held the paper towel and pasted it on his face, from the bridge of his nose to his red face, the corners of his lips and the soft and smooth line of his chin, and then squeezed the wet paper In a ball, thrown into the trash can in the back seat.

"Has Zhou Qiu arrived yet?" Meng Ziqin swiped open his phone, clicked on Weibo, and wanted to see if there was any photo of Zhou Qiu's airport on Hot Search, but unfortunately he didn't find it.

Xiao Zhou shook his head and said, "I asked his fans before, and he said he will arrive tomorrow."

It was one o'clock in the morning local time, and Meng Ziqin flew over from China to participate in this award ceremony that had nothing to do with him, and even sold favors to get the invitation letter.

"Then I'll sleep first." Hearing that Zhou Qiu didn't come, Meng Ziqin leaned back on the seat and closed his eyes as if he had no motivation.

After a while, he heard Xiao Zhou quietly asking: "Brother Meng, tell me about that, I promise not to tell Sister Ning."

Sister Ning's full name is Ye Xuening, and she is Meng Ziqin's manager.

Mencius Qin frowned and opened his eyes, turned his head to Xiao Zhou, and asked him impatiently, "What did you say?"

Xiao Zhou got stuck and smiled reluctantly.

"You think I like Zhou Qiu?"

Xiao Zhou nodded hesitantly.

Meng Ziqin's expression changed, the corners of his eyes and lips drooped, and he turned his head with a sneer: "Do you think it's possible?"

Xiao Zhou didn't dare to speak anymore.

The car was driving smoothly, and Meng Ziqin looked out the window with a relaxed posture, but not much sleepiness.

If it wasn't for that accident, he, Meng Ziqin, would have traveled thousands of kilometers to chase Zhou Qiu? !

A few weeks ago, Meng Ziqin received a call from his agent, Ye Xuening. At that time, he was attending the wrap-up banquet of a small web drama, and there was a lot of noise around him.

Ye Xuening was talking, but Meng Ziqin couldn't hear clearly. He stood up and walked out with his head down, holding his phone tightly to his ear, and bumped into a waiter serving food in a hurry.

The man lost his footing, tilted his body, and knocked over a plate of food on another passing person.

Hmm, shredded pork with green peppers.

Meng Ziqin scolded "fuck" in a low voice, and hurriedly said "wait a minute" to the phone, and put the phone away to look at the man's oil-soaked linen shirt...

It's a bit miserable.

The hem of the shirt was tucked into the stiff trousers.

It's just that these pants look a little expensive.

So Meng Ziqin bent down and looked down a bit, fortunately...

"Are you a hooligan?"

who? ? ?

Mencius Qin was about to raise his head when he felt his head being held up by a wide palm, and the owner of the hand was asking him frivolously.

"What are you dreaming about?" Meng Ziqin asked in an aggressive tone.

He is a typical "milk fierce", with a well-behaved and sweet appearance, but a good enough personality.

Meng Ziqin was about to push away the palm on top of his head, but the man suddenly withdrew his hand. He raised his head before stopping in time, and saw the other person completely.

These standard peach blossom eyes, this handsome distant mountain eyebrow, this high nose bridge and thin lips.

Mencius was stunned for a moment: "Zhou Qiu?"

Hearing Meng Ziqin's surprised tone, Zhou Qiu smiled, waved to the waiter who was apologizing vigorously, tapped his forehead and walked to the toilet.

Mencius sighed, thinking that he didn't read the almanac when he went out, and followed him a few steps away.

Fortunately, they didn't meet anyone along the way, and they quickly entered the bathroom. Zhou Qiu stood in front of the sink, turned on the tap, and washed his hands slowly.

"I'm sorry." No matter what, Meng Ziqin knew that he had bumped into the waiter.

Zhou Qiu didn't reply to this sentence, but asked him: "Is your assistant here?"

Meng Ziqin came to his senses, took a look at Zhou Qiu, took out his mobile phone and called Xiaozhou: "Buy me a shirt, it's two sizes bigger than I usually am."

Xiao Zhou paused: "What happened?"

"Don't ask, go quickly." Meng Ziqin hung up after finishing speaking.

"So angry." In the mirror, Zhou Qiu raised his eyelids to look at Meng Ziqin, turned off the water, and pointed to the other side, "Get me a piece of paper."

Meng Ziqin restrained his expression this time, obediently went over and took out several pieces of paper and handed them to Zhou Qiu, but Zhou Qiu didn't answer them.

"What's wrong?" Meng Ziqin's brows were about to wrinkle together. He was originally impatient, but because of the tear mole at the corner of his eyes, he turned into an innocent and helpless expression.

So Zhou Qiu chuckled and nodded his shirt: "Help me clean up."

Meng Ziqin stared at him for a while, and finally turned around to wet the paper towel, bent down to wipe it for Zhou Qiu, but heard Zhou Qiu's voice above his head: "No need, I lied to you."

Zhou Qiu, your mother is indeed a grandson!

Meng Ziqin gritted his teeth and controlled his expression, his body was still slightly bent, and he was about to stand up, but his feet slipped, and he grabbed Zhou Qiu's pants in a blink of an eye, and his face stopped at a very ambiguous position .

Who cleaned this toilet? !

It's so hard to die, footsteps came from the door, and an actor from Meng Ziqin's crew walked in.

The male actor took a deep breath and couldn't get it out, and he paused in surprise.

In front of the sink in the toilet, Meng Ziqin squatted halfway, his face resting in front of his trousers belt, while Zhou Qiu looked at him with his head down.

This, this, this... Are young people so impatient? Wouldn't it be better to walk a few steps and choose a cubicle? !

Zhou Qiu drifted over with a faint look, "Don't you want to go to the bathroom?"

The actor trotted and immediately rolled away.

Meng Ziqin was very aggrieved, out of anger, he unceremoniously pulled Zhou Qiu's trousers up, and standing aside, the ball of paper in his hand was getting tighter and tighter.

Zhou Qiu laughed at the side before he came back to his senses.

"Go in."

Mencius Chin paused and followed, and asked him angrily, "What are you doing?"

"Are you going to stand there and wait for others to come and see?" Zhou Qiu said while taking out a cigarette from his trousers pocket and smoking it.

You are right.

Mencius let go of his anger, and imitated him by leaning against the wall.

"Can you smell it?" Zhou Qiu asked him.

Mencius nodded, and Zhou Qiu lit a cigarette.

The smell of tobacco diffused with the faint white smoke. Zhou Qiu held the cigarette with his slender fingers, using the most ordinary posture without losing any charm, and his expression was casual and loose.

"Is your assistant here?"

"Let me ask..." Meng Ziqin had just finished speaking when his cell phone rang, and it was Xiao Zhou who called.

"Where are you, Brother Meng?" Xiao Zhou asked.

"In the toilet at the far right corner on the third floor, you can see it when you come in." Meng Ziqin said quickly, seeing Zhou Qiu unbuttoning his shirt beside him with a cigarette in his mouth. ?"

Zhou Qiu shook his head.

also.

Out of politeness, Meng Ziqin turned his back to him. Zhou Qiu probably finished unbuttoning his shirt and made a rustling sound when he took off his shirt.

And the other end.

Xiao Zhou took the phone a little further away, and glanced at the number again.

What, what's the situation? !

Xiao Zhou lifted his legs and ran.

"Okay." Zhou Qiu had already taken the cigarette with his free hand, and said clearly.

Mencius Qin said dryly "Oh" without looking back.

Zhou Qiu didn't speak, just looked at his back.

He wondered why he was still so thin now, especially the small circle around his neck, where the collar of his shirt, which should fit properly, looked loose.

There are also the slender and straight legs wrapped in jeans, and the waistband tied with a belt seems to be able to be encircled by only one arm.

long time no see.

Suddenly, the sound of flushing water came from an unknown compartment in the toilet, and Meng Ziqin trembled visibly with the naked eye.

Grass.

I almost forgot that the actor hadn't-leaved just now!

Before he had time to react, Zhou Qiu pulled him over to block him, with a hand on his shoulder.

The actor quickly pushed the door out, and dodged all the way with his head down in a sensible way.

When the sound of his footsteps gradually died down, Meng Ziqin quickly rubbed his shoulder to shake off Zhou Qiu's palm, and jumped eight feet away from him.

Such a jump was just right, and Meng Ziqin saw Zhou Qiu's naked upper body.

Every solid muscle is unevenly fitted to the skeleton, the shoulders are wide and the waist is narrow, and the standard inverted triangle.

Meng Ziqin blushed inexplicably and felt guilty, leaning sideways against the wall.

Isn't it amazing to have abs?

Zhou Qiu was about to tell him not to stick the tiles so tightly, but before he could put down his hand that wanted to break his head, a person rushed in at the door.

Yes, the little fat man who suddenly braked at the door was Meng Ziqin's assistant, Xiao Zhou.

Xiao Zhou: Is this a kiss? ? ?

Xiao Zhou opened his mouth wide in disbelief, and the clothes in his hands almost fell to the ground.

"Not promising." Meng Ziqin said in a low voice, took the shirt from the helpless assistant and threw it to Zhou Qiu, without giving him half a look, he pushed the boat and went out.

The light in front of the sink was brighter, but Xiao Zhou still couldn't recover from the shock.

The actor, naked, and his family's [-]th line, in the toilet...

Ok? ? ?

"Brother Meng, you didn't let me take the wrong thing, did you? I took clothes..."

Not pants!

Meng Ziqin didn't want to look at him or explain, so he stood with his hands in his trouser pockets and waited.

But it didn't take long for Zhou Qiu to come out, and the size Xiao Zhou bought just fit.

Humph.

Mencius thought, the child would be stupid if he didn't come out again.

"Thank you." This sentence was said by Zhou Qiu to Xiao Zhou. Before Xiao Zhou could say "No, no, no", Zhou Qiu called again: "Qinqin."

He saw Meng Ziqin raised his head to meet Zhou Chou's gaze, then quickly lowered his head.

Zhou Qiu laughed, dumb enough to make one's heart skip a beat.

"You've gone wild."

However, as soon as Zhou Chou finished speaking, Meng Ziqin's brain seemed to go through a burst of electricity, and a voice popped out: Secret love manual, the object is locked.

The author has something to say: Mencius Qin: If you meet Zhou Chou, it will definitely be a bad thing!