pretend crush

Mencius came back, pulled back the chair and sat down: "We used to know each other, he lives next door to me."

"Oh——" Ye Xuening nodded long, "So before you...?"

"It's just that we know each other very well, but we haven't contacted for a while," Meng Ziqin looked at Ye Xuening, "I've made it clear."

Ye Xuening waved to him, "You must be tired after being sick abroad, just read the script before going to the variety show, and go back and have a good rest."

Meng Ziqin was still the only one in the house, he took a shower, lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

Handbook: Hello Chin Chin.

Meng Ziqin just woke up in a daze when he heard the manual calling him.

Meng Ziqin: If I keep sleeping, can you not let me do the task?

Manual: In theory, this is the case, but if you want to sleep all the time, I'm afraid there is only one bad possibility.

Meng Ziqin: ...Okay, I see.

Meng Ziqin squinted for a while and got up from the bed.

It's almost midnight now, I need to get something to eat first.

He stepped on fluffy slippers and walked to the kitchen, skillfully opened the refrigerator and took out the quick-frozen dumplings, tore them open and poured them directly into the pot.

Handbook: Hey hey hey, look again, I seem to see that the dumplings have grown hairs.

Meng Ziqin: You are stupid, dumplings can still grow...

Really can.

The few dumplings lying in the pot had gray hairs growing in several places.

Meng Ziqin picked up the packaging bag in his hand and took a look. It turned out that it had been expired for several weeks.

Manual: Look, it cannot be eaten.

Meng Ziqin: ...I was wondering if I had eaten the dumpling when it expired.

Meng Ziqin picked up the pot and dumped all the dumplings into the trash can.

Can only go out to eat.

Meng Ziqin went back to the room to change clothes.

Just as he was putting on his sweater, his cell phone rang.

Meng Ziqin thought there was something wrong with Xiaozhou, but when he turned on his phone, he saw Zhou Qiu's V letter.

Zhou Qiu: Have you eaten yet?

Mencius turned over the collar of his sweater with one hand, and typed Zhou Qiu's reply with the other: No.

Zhou Qiu:?

Meng Ziqin threw away his mobile phone, found a down jacket from his closet, took the mask, hesitated when he was about to put on the plush cap he threw on the bedside table, changed into another peaked cap, and sat on the bed Get your phone back.

Not dear: I just woke up.

The next second, Zhou Qiu called.

"You don't plan to cook dumplings, do you?"

Zhou Qiu didn't know where he was, and there was a lot of noise around him.

"It can't be cooked," Meng Ziqin said as he walked out, "The dumplings are expired, go out and find something to eat."

"What kind of life are you living?" Zhou Qiu's side became quiet all of a sudden, "Come and open the door."

Meng Ziqin was standing by the door, and as soon as Zhou Qiu hung up the phone, the doorbell rang.

Meng Ziqin opened the door, and Zhou Qiu was standing outside the door wearing a down jacket like him, with vegetables in his hands, and his mask and hat were tightly wrapped.

"Why are you here?" Meng Ziqin turned to let Zhou Qiu in, and Zhou Qiu bent down to find a pair of slippers in the shoe cabinet.

"Come care for those who have no ability to survive," Zhou Qiu brought his own vegetables into the kitchen, and shouted, "Come in and wash the vegetables for me."

Mencius took off his hat, rolled up his sleeves and walked in. He saw that Zhou Qiu had already put on his apron, and was taking out all the vegetables he had brought.

"Can you still eat the vegetables you cooked?" Mencius took some vegetables and boiled water by the pool.

Zhou Qiu only learned how to cook after he was in college. In the past, Zhou Qiu could only cook dumplings just like him, and neither of them could cook better than the other.

At that time, Meng Ziqin asked him how bad the food in the cafeteria was and he had to cook it himself. Zhou Qiu hit him on the head with chopsticks and said that he went out to live alone.

Zhou Qiu didn't look at him while cutting things, "You'll know if you can eat it or not."

Meng Ziqin didn't know if it was delicious or not, but it was true that Zhou Qiu's cooking looked good.

He took off his down jacket, and there was only a black shirt tucked into black jeans. A forearm protruded from the narrow cuff, and his muscles tensed up and down with the movement of chopping vegetables and chopping spoons.

"What are you looking at?"

Zhou Qiu obviously didn't look at Meng Ziqin, but suddenly asked him.

"Look at the vegetables in the pot!" Mencius quickly moved his eyes away guiltily.

It didn't take long for a home-cooked meal to be ready. Mencius Qin was hungry when he smelled the aroma, and he ate so hard that Zhou Qiu laughed at him, and couldn't help shaking while drinking the soup.

"Do your fans know you're like this?" Meng Ziqin glared at him.

Zhou Qiu took out a piece of paper and handed it to him, asking, "How am I?"

Meng Ziqin took it and wiped his mouth, before saying after a long while, "No one looks like you."

It was already late after dinner, and the two cleaned the kitchen together and sat on the sofa.

"Why did you go to the love variety show?" Zhou Qiu asked him, his eyes were bright when he looked over, as if he had high expectations for Meng Ziqin's answer.

When he said this, Meng Ziqin thought of the embarrassing interview in France again, cleared his throat and said, "It was arranged by the company."

But Zhou Qiu suddenly grabbed his arm: "Can you tell me why you insist on going to the French Film Festival?"

Mencius:? ? ?

Meng Ziqin: Do you think he knew something?

Manual: I, I can't tell.

"I'm an actor, isn't it normal to want to go to the film festival?" Meng Ziqin grabbed a few fluffs with his hand on the sofa and gathered himself.

"Do you know what love and love variety shows are?" Zhou Qiu frowned and looked at Meng Ziqin with a grim expression.

Of course I know!Do I know how to read?

"Just, two people, pretend to be in love." Meng Ziqin glanced at Zhou Qiu quickly, trying to keep the matter as simple as possible.

Zhou Qiu let go of his hand, and said in a bad tone: "Oh, it's good to know."

"Didn't you say you're going too?" Meng Ziqin suddenly thought, and became confident.

Zhou Qiu gritted his teeth and thought: Don't even look at who I am going for!

This love variety show has been in contact with his staff before, but the show also knows that it is unlikely to invite Zhou Qiu.

Zhou Qiu was notorious for not getting close to men and women, even Liu An worried about the rest of his life, and really brought the script to ask him if he wanted to try it.

Zhou Qiu crossed his slender legs, leaned on the chair, and asked her with a smile, "Do you think it's possible?"

What kind of affectionate scene with a stranger should he be acting in?

"Okay then," Liu An spread his hands, "I thought you might not like girls, but I found a couple of boys' CPs for you in this show, tsk tsk tsk, they're all fresh meat. "

Zhou Qiu wasn't very interested, he had already stood up and was about to leave, when he heard Liu An say helplessly, "I kind of like the naughty kid in there, but I want to see who is stronger in the cold war between you two."

"Who?" Zhou Qiu turned around, and finally there was a wave in the eyes under the peaked cap.

"I think the name is quite hard to pronounce, what's it called?" Liu An flipped through the pages in his hand, and finally found Meng Ziqin's name, "Meng Ziqin."

Zhou Chou straightened his hat, and said to Liu An: "I will accept this variety show, but there are conditions, my partner must be him."

"Who?" Liu An almost suspected that he had heard wrong, "Who do you want to partner with?"

His eyes were hidden under the peaked cap, revealing a smooth and sharp jawline.

"Meng Ziqin."

"Yes, I'm going too." Zhou Qiu sighed inwardly when he saw Meng Ziqin's proud expression of catching him.

"Why are you going? You're not short of enthusiasm," Meng Ziqin felt wrong as he spoke, "You don't really want to find someone, do you?"

Zhou Qiu's face darkened again, and he pushed Meng Ziqin's head: "I'm leaving."

"Oh, then you can go." Not only did Meng Ziqin not intend to send him off, but he lay down on the sofa again.

Zhou Qiu stood up and stroked his hair, and said to him: "The variety show is good, good, expressive, and presentable."

Meng Ziqin: "..."

The door closed.

Mencius: Am I being threatened?

The manual is serious: I don’t think so, he is obviously encouraging you, Brother Qiu’s eyes are so good!

Meng Ziqin: ...I suspect that the fundamental purpose of your existence is to chase stars for yourself.

Handbook: Actually, you should have kept him for a while just now.

Meng Ziqin put his feet on the sofa, feeling extremely relaxed and comfortable: why?

Handbook: Of course it's because there's a mission all of a sudden!

Meng Ziqin: Did you do it on purpose?

The manual hadn't told him what the specific task was, but Meng Ziqin had already started calling Zhou Qiu with his mobile phone.

Meng Ziqin called you to answer the phone quickly, and at the same time asked the manual to quickly talk about the task.

Handbook: We will have long-term missions starting today, and now release the first long-term mission.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Qiu had already answered Meng Ziqin's call.

Handbook: Say good night to Zhou Qiu every day, the duration is 30 days.

"Where have you been?" Meng Ziqin panicked looking for the slippers he had kicked somewhere when he sat on the sofa.

Zhou Qiu was standing at the gate of the community, approaching the sentry box, and stopped when he heard Meng Ziqin's question.

"At the door, did you drop something?"

"Stand there and wait for me."

After Meng Ziqin hung up the phone, he put on a pair of shoes and ran out the door. The door made a loud noise because he closed it too hard.

Zhou Qiu was holding the phone that had been hung up, not quite understanding what Meng Ziqin was doing, so he had to stand and wait for him.

Within a few minutes, a tall, dark figure ran not far away.

What the hell is going on?

Meng Ziqin probably also saw Zhou Qiu, so he stopped to take a few breaths before walking slowly.

Zhou Qiu happened to be standing under a street lamp, the lower half of his face was in the shadow of the brim of his hat.

When he ran over, he was eager to complete the task. Only when he was in front of Zhou Qiu did Meng Ziqin realize how stupid what he was about to do.

"What the hell..."

"Good night." Meng Ziqin hurriedly said before reaching Zhou Qiu while he still had the courage to do such a strange thing.

He was afraid that Zhou Qiu would not hear it, and the system would judge him as incomplete, so he purposely shouted loudly, and the effect was that even the security guards in the security booth were attracted and glanced at them.

Feeling extremely embarrassed, Meng Ziqin turned around and ran back, only to be caught by Zhou Qiu who caught up within a few steps and pulled him into his arms.

Meng Ziqin's back was pressed against Zhou Qiu's chest, and Zhou Qiu's warm breath was tickling his ears, making Meng Ziqin think he had been kissed.

Zhou Qiu: "Qinqin, good night."