pretend crush

Meng Ziqin went back to his room and went into the bathroom, where he also took a shower.

When he came out, he saw Zhou Qiu lying on his bed, walked over and knelt by the bed.

The mattress sank a little, and Zhou Qiu patted his calf.

"Cold, come up."

Meng Ziqin lifted the quilt a little and got in. He wanted to keep a little distance from Zhou Qiu, but as soon as he lay down, Zhou Qiu grabbed his waist and dragged him into his arms.

Probably because of drinking, Zhou Qiu's body temperature was very high, and his breathing was also very hot.

He hugged Meng Ziqin a little tight and pressed it against his chest, making Meng Ziqin feel as if he saw something he hadn't seen before.

"Sleep."

Zhou Qiu didn't do anything else.

"Did you drink honey water?" Meng Ziqin's voice was covered in his chest.

Zhou Qiu covered his ears with his palm, and patted the back of his head: "Drink it."

There was no further movement.

"Did you... meet Fang Tian today?"

"Ah."

"So you drink so much?"

Zhou Qiu felt that Mencius Qin was angry, but what he said was true.

Fang Tian is Zhou Qiu's father, but Zhou Qiu does not take his surname.

When Zhou Qiuhuan and Meng Ziqin were neighbors in the past, he found out that there was only him and his mother in Zhou Qiu's family, and there was no father.

It was also an abnormal night when Meng Ziqin heard Zhou Qiu mention his father for the first time.

Zhou Qiu took Meng Ziqin out to play basketball in the middle of the night.

The stadium is indoors, and four headlights are hung from the four corners, projecting toward the center of the stadium.

Mencius Qin couldn't understand it. It was so cold in the winter night. What did this man do to die?

He was holding Zhou Chou's clothes and stood by the side of the field, not intending to go crazy with him.

The sound of the basketball racket bouncing off the ground was fast and empty. Meng Ziqin watched Zhou Qiu running on the field, and the ball in his hand maintained a high degree of tacit understanding with him, hitting the frame dully one after another.

It didn't take long for Zhou Qiu to sweat. The muscles formed by long-term exercise were covered with thin sweat, which was especially beautiful under the lamp.

"My dad is back today." Zhou Qiu said suddenly.

Meng Ziqin walked a little towards the middle of the field and asked him, "What?"

"Fang Tian, ​​I don't want to see him!"

With a bang, another ball hit the frame.

My dad is back and I don't want to see him.

For the remaining nearly one and a half hours, Zhou Qiu frantically repeated the action of throwing the ball, and at the end he was too tired to lift his wrist, and Meng Ziqin rushed onto the court with his clothes in his arms, blocking his ball.

"You can go back." Meng Ziqin said to him.

Zhou Qiu exchanged the basketball with his left and right hands, lowered his body, and stared at him slightly, which made Meng Ziqin feel his scalp go numb.

"What kind of eyes do you have? Don't be angry with me," Meng Ziqin kicked the basketball out of his hands, and put on his clothes regardless. "If you don't want to go home, go to our house to take a shower. There is no one in my house today."

"Ah."

Zhou Qiu didn't care about the kicked basketball, and really put on his clothes and followed Meng Ziqin away.

The wind was even stronger after leaving the court. Zhou Qiu had just finished playing, and he didn't feel that he was hot all over. Meng Ziqin stood beside him for so long, and his body was already completely cold, and he shivered in the wind.

"Are you cold?" Zhou Qiu asked him while holding his hand, and it was really cold.

"Why don't you say it's cold?" Zhou Chou's tone was quite urgent, and the action of pulling off his coat was also very urgent.

"Hey, don't, don't, we'll be there soon." Meng Ziqin didn't take his clothes, and ran forward. Zhou Qiu chased him, and the clothes were opened and the wind was blowing.

In the end, Zhou Qiu didn't catch him when he entered the house. Meng Ziqin pushed him into the bathroom to take a bath. Zhou Qiu took off his coat and threw it to him for him to take out.

Mencius took his clothes and said to him, "I don't know who your father is, but I know you."

The room was very quiet, and the manual couldn't bear to speak. When it was about to remind, Meng Ziqin didn't know whether he hadn't forgotten it or remembered it.

He said in a low voice, "Good night."

Originally, Meng Ziqin wanted to ask Zhou Qiu whether he had completed the task if he didn't hear him, but Zhou Qiu quickly said "hmm".

"The guests must not know that we have come early. Now we are at the door of Meng Ziqin's house. Let's see how Brother Meng will appear after ringing the doorbell?" The camera beckoned.

This is indeed a plot specially arranged by Lvlian in order to achieve an unexpected effect.

Zhang Jiayi stepped forward and rang the doorbell, and said to the camera: "Do you think Brother Meng has gotten up?"

After waiting for several minutes, no one came to answer the door, so Zhang Jiayi pressed it again.

After waiting for a few more minutes, the sound of someone opening the door finally came from inside.

The camera is aimed at the gate.

The camera first captured the man's clavicles on both sides exposed from the neckline of the loose drawstring sweater, followed by a smooth jaw, sharp lip lines, and a tall nose bridge.

For several minutes, Zhang Jiayi completely forgot what he was going to say, and stared at the person in front of him with wide eyes.

Isn't this Meng Ziqin's house?

Why was it Zhou Qiu who came to open the door?

"Are you here to film a variety show?" Zhou Qiu pointed at the camera, grabbed his hair, and said to them with a lazy and impatient expression, "The camera is off, come in."

The camera and Zhang Jiayi looked at each other.

Although the director said before that he should try his best to shoot, and the guests should cooperate, but this is Zhou Qiu in front of him.

Zhang Jiayi nodded to the camera.

Don't talk about the actor's face, he is still the mysterious guest of this show, how can he remain mysterious after being exposed?

Not to mention the actor's eyes.

I'm so scared it's closing soon!

Seeing that they had turned off the camera, Zhou Qiu turned sideways to let them into the room.

"Shoe covers." Zhou Qiu pointed to the shoe cabinet beside him.

Zhang Jiayi and the camera nodded quickly, found out and replaced them.

Zhou Qiu kept his hand in his trouser pocket, watched them enter the room, and pointed to the sofa: "Sit down for a while, I'll call someone."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked up the stairs.

Zhang Jiayi kept looking at his back, seeing that he had already gone upstairs, so he quickly took out his mobile phone and sent a v-mail to the director.

Zhang Jiayi: Something happened to Mr. Zhang!

Zhang Che:?

Zhang Jiayi: We met Zhou Qiu at Mencius Qin's place!

Zhang Che:? ? ?

Zhang Che: Hurry up and shoot!

Zhang Jiayi: The actor won't let me!And it is estimated that Meng Ziqin is still asleep, Brother Qiu went up to call him.

Zhang Che:? ? ?

Zhang Jiayi reckoned that Zhang Che didn't need to lose too much shock in his heart.

Because it wasn't until Meng Ziqin procrastinated and followed Zhou Qiu downstairs that Zhang Jiayi saw the V letter sent by Zhang Che: Play by ear, be careful!

"You talk, I'll boil the water." Zhou Qiu lightly pushed Meng Ziqin to the living room, and turned into the kitchen by himself.

Meng Ziqin was obviously not sober yet, seeing the two people on the sofa in a daze for a long time.

Zhang Jiayi maintained an awkward but polite smile, and pushed the camera next to him.

The camera immediately burst into smiles.

"Hi Brother Meng, we are from the Travel Love program group," Zhang Jiayi stood up and introduced herself, "I am Zhang Jiayi, the host of the program, and this is your camera, Xiao Zhao."

Meng Ziqin blinked, glanced sideways at the wall clock in the living room, and asked, "Isn't it nine o'clock in the morning?"

"Yes." Zhang Jiayi was also dumbfounded.

"Didn't you guys come in the afternoon?" Meng Ziqin rubbed his hair, then suddenly reacted and glanced at the camera in Xiao Zhao's hand, his yawning expression stopped, "Are you filming?"

Xiao Zhao covered the camera and shook his head: "No, no, no."

"Oh." Meng Ziqin relaxed visibly, stretched himself and sat next to Xiao Zhao.

"Have you ever photographed anyone else?"

It was obviously a normal question, but Xiao Zhao and Zhang Jiayi could hear the threatening tone.

"It's been filmed, you are the last one." Zhang Jiayi said.

"Well," Mencius nodded, "Then you go out later and come back in again."

Both Zhang Jiayi and Xiao Zhao were stunned.

"Didn't understand? I mean..."

"I understand, I understand." Zhang Jiayi nodded.

"That's fine." Meng Ziqin stood up, "You guys sit down first, and I'll help him fetch water."

Zhou Qiu leaned on the sink and watched the kettle boil water.

Meng Ziqin walked in and saw him take a breath.

"Scared me."

The author has something to say: Mencius Qin: The surface is calm.

In order to learn about metaphysics, I will try it every time~ Daily update, before ten o'clock in the evening, but the exact time is uncertain.

感谢在2020-12-0717:34:03~2020-12-0814:19:46期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles with a poke and a jump;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!