pretend crush

"What? Drink too much?" Mencius frowned, "Why didn't you take him home?"

"I can't help it, Brother Chou wants to come." Zhao Chengshan now has Zhou Chou on his shoulders, which weighs on most of his body, making him gasp for breath when he speaks.

"Where are you?" Meng Ziqin asked as he walked out.

"It's just at the gate of this community, Brother Security."

"Wait for me there." Meng Ziqin hung up the phone after speaking, and unconsciously quickened his pace.

On the way, he recalled Zhou Qiu's itinerary. He obviously had no social arrangements today.

Manual: It may also be added temporarily.

But Meng Ziqin rushed forward as if he didn't hear the manual, and finally saw two people standing under the light outside the security booth.

"Brother Meng!" Zhao Chengshan called out to him, waving his arms.

Meng Ziqin went over to grab Zhou Qiu's arm to help him, but he threw him away.

"What kind of temper is this?"

Zhou Qiu hung his head and remained silent.

"Tomorrow is going to record a show, why did he drink so much today?"

Meng Ziqin was a little angry, but he knew that Zhou Qiu had always been a measured person.

"I don't know, I went to see Huayang's president at night, that's all, Fang Tian."

After hearing this, Mencius asked again: "Fang Tian?"

"right……"

"Where's Qinqin?" Zhou Qiu, who was lying on Zhao Chengshan's shoulder, finally moved.

"Here." Meng Ziqin went to grab his hand, but was pushed away again.

Zhao Chengshan smiled awkwardly: Can you stop letting me stand here and watch what's going on between you two!

"You're not, Qinqin isn't that tall." Zhou Qiu still didn't look up.

Meng Ziqin was really not tall before. He was only a little over 1.7 meters in high school, and he was considered short in class. Zhou Qiu often laughed at him about this.

But at that time, Meng Ziqin really couldn't refute it. Zhou Qiu's 1.8 meters was almost 1.9 meters, and he had to step on his feet to reach it.

Mencius Qin didn't want to put up with Zhou Qiu's face, so he raised his chin and said to him aggressively, "Look clearly, I am Meng Ziqin."

My university has grown to 1.8 meters, okay? !

Zhou Qiu slowly opened his long and narrow eyes. His eyelids were very thin, adding sharpness to the slow motion of opening his eyes.

Mencius Qin's heart skipped a beat, his fingers trembled and he let go, and was quickly arrested by Zhou Qiu.

Sensing Zhou Qiu's tendency to pounce on Meng Ziqin, Zhao Chengshan let go, said "I'll leave that Brother Qiu to you" and waved away.

"Mountains despise you." Mencius Qin supported him with his free hand, and Zhou Qiu fell on him, hugged his waist and pressed to himself, and buried his head into his shoulder with a strong smell of alcohol. .

"There are too many people who dislike me, as long as there is no Mencius Qin among them."

It was windy and cold outside at night, Meng Ziqin was afraid that Zhou Qiu would catch a cold, so he patted him on the back: "Can you stand up?"

Zhou Qiu didn't move.

Mencius Qin knew that he probably couldn't reason with someone who had drunk too much, so he stretched out his hand to push him.

Texture, silk, no, move.

"Aren't you cold?" Meng Ziqin asked helplessly.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Qiu let go of him when he heard him say that, lowering his red eyes, "Are you cold?"

"Well," Meng Ziqin pulled his arm and walked forward, "I'm cold."

It turned out that Zhou Qiu was not too drunk to walk, but his steps were really wobbly.

Meng Ziqin opened the door and took Zhou Qiu home, helped him to sit on the sofa, pointed at him as if teaching a child, and said, "Just wait for me here, don't run around."

Zhou Qiu nodded, but Meng Ziqin couldn't tell if he was listening.

Taking care of people who drink too much, Meng Ziqin has only seen it in his own scripts.

As he walked towards the kitchen, he asked the handbook: Should I pour him a cup of hot water now?

Handbook: I suggest you put some honey.

Meng Ziqin boiled water first, and searched around in several cabinets in the kitchen, but there was no trace of honey.

Just as he was thinking about forgetting about it or going out to buy anti-alcohol medicine, Meng Ziqin suddenly thought that maybe he should ask Meng Yuwei, their girls should know how to drink honey.

He took out his mobile phone and called Meng Yuwei, who answered almost immediately.

"Xiao Qin? You won't call me if you're fine."

Meng Ziqin asked her while looking at the cabinet: "Is there any honey at home?"

"Yes, why do you want to drink honey?" Meng Yuwei's tone was very strange, because Meng Ziqin always found these things troublesome.

"Where is it?" Meng Ziqin directly avoided her question.

"On the wine cabinet in the living room, probably the first..."

"My God, why did you come in?"

Meng Ziqin originally turned to look for the honey Meng Yuwei was talking about, but when he turned around, he almost bumped into Zhou Qiu's chest who was standing by the door at some point.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Qiu's voice sounded hoarse than usual after drinking.

"Zhou Qiu?" Meng Yuwei had already heard it on the other end of the phone, "It's so late, is he at our house?"

"Well, tell me where the honey is first." Meng Ziqin bypassed Zhou Qiu and went out with his mobile phone, and heard Zhou Qiu's footsteps following behind him.

"About the third row. Hey, your honey isn't for Zhou Qiu, is it?" Meng Yu asked with a smile.

Through the screen, Meng Ziqin could imagine his sister's gossiping face.

"Found it, thanks."

Before Meng Yuwei could speak, Meng Ziqin quickly hung up the phone.

He was about to leave with a honey pot in his hand, but Zhou Qiu stuck to him again, blocking his way.

Meng Ziqin was speechless. Could it be that Zhou Qiu got a problem of being clingy when he drank too much?

"Let me pour water for you, don't you feel bad?"

Zhou Qiu actually nodded.

"Then you..."

Zhou Qiu lowered his head and touched the corner of his eyes with his lips, then left immediately.

"Then you go."

Meng Ziqin pushed Zhou Qiu away and hurried into the kitchen.

The water was about to boil, and there was a burst of hot steam coming out of the kettle, making a "woo-woo" sound.

Handbook: Look at this pot, does it look like you?

Mencius: Get out!

Meng Ziqin stood in front of the sink with a honey jar in a daze until the kettle gradually quieted down.

Handbook: Well, it's soaked in water, it's soaked in water, some people don't feel happy.

Mencius Qin almost didn't hold the jar steady: what nonsense are you talking about!

The freshly boiling water was poured into the glass, and Meng Ziqin dug a spoonful of honey and threw it in to stir it. The fingertips of both hands were pressed against the top of the glass, thinking how hot it was, and ran out while holding it.

Zhou Qiu originally closed his eyes on the sofa, and sat up when he heard Meng Ziqin's movement.

"It's a little hot, let it cool down." Meng Ziqin pointed to the cup.

Zhou Chou propped his elbows on his knees, and answered "Yes" very tiredly.

"Do you want to take a shower first?" Meng Ziqin asked him.

Zhou Qiu stood up and said "OK" again.

"Then you go first, I'll find clothes for you."

Meng Ziqin followed Zhou Qiu all the way to the door of the bathroom and watched him go in, and even specially told him, "Be careful."

"Yeah." Zhou Qiu changed his slippers and was about to close the door when Meng Ziqin called him back and said embarrassedly, "Don't lock it first, I'll go get the clothes."

Meng Ziqin didn't look at him any more, walked quickly to the room and opened the closet.

In the past, Zhou Qiu had stayed at Mencius Qin's house quite a few times, and the clothes left in his room were also considered rare.

It's just that Meng Ziqin's wardrobe has always been placed very casually, which means that he is almost messy.

Therefore, if he was asked to find a piece of clothing left over from several years ago, Meng Ziqin could not do it.

He found his loose sweater and trousers in the closet and turned away. When he returned, the bathroom door was closed, but there was no sound of water. Meng Ziqin knocked a few times and waited for Zhou Qiu to open the door.

The sound of the doorknob being pushed down was heard very quickly. Meng Ziqin lowered his head and raised his hand to pass the clothes. He lifted his hand too fast and felt that he had poked Zhou Qiu's chest, and retracted again, still daring not to raise his head.

Zhou Qiu smiled and took his clothes, and closed the door.

Handbook: The actor is so handsome!

Meng Ziqin: Did he, did he put on his clothes just now?

Manual: no...

Meng Ziqin: I don't want to know at all, please don't tell me!