pretend crush

When Meng Ziqin woke up, his surroundings were completely white. In a daze, he saw an unfamiliar boy sitting next to him. He thought it was because he hadn't woken up yet, so he closed his eyes again.

Mencius: Who is this next to me?

Manual: ...you may as well open your eyes.

So Meng Ziqin opened his eyes and looked in that person's direction.

"You are..." He opened his mouth and realized that his voice was very hoarse, like a broken gong.

The boy who was asked stood up cautiously, bowed hastily, walked over and handed the warm water on the bedside table to Meng Ziqin, and while he was slowly drinking the water, he introduced himself and said, "I am Zhou Qiu's assistant. Just call me Shanshan just like Brother Qiu."

Meng Ziqin nodded slightly, and said "thank you" in a low voice, but I don't know if Zhao Chengshan heard it.

The warm water rolled down his throat, and Meng Ziqin felt a little better.

He was sick, not lost his memory. Mencius probably had an impression of what happened when he fell down. There were so many cameras at that time, I am afraid this time there would be a lot of trouble.But in front of him was Zhou Qiu's assistant, so Meng Ziqin didn't dare to ask.Now that he can sit here with a smile on his face, Meng Ziqin already feels that he has enough face.

"Please ask my assistant to go, ahem! Where is it?" Meng Ziqin pressed his throat lightly while speaking.

He had just been ill and slept for more than a day, and now his little face was pale, like a wronged child, even Zhao Chengshan felt his heart move when he saw it, and spoke a little softly to him.

"Seeing that you are about to wake up, he went to buy you food." Zhao Chengshan explained, he was still a little uncomfortable being looked at by Meng Ziqin's deer-like eyes.

Meng Ziqin didn't see what Zhao Chengshan was thinking about, and now he just wanted to see what was going on online.

"Do you know where my phone is?"

Zhao Chengshan stood up and swayed around, suddenly remembered what he told Brother Qiu before he left, never let Meng Ziqin go online, so he sat down again, shook his head, and said honestly: "I don't know."

Mencius Qin glanced at him a few times, staring at Zhao Chengshan a little weakly, and he straightened up a little.

Handbook: Guess he knows where your phone is?

Meng Ziqin: ...

In the end, Meng Ziqin didn't make it difficult for Zhao Chengshan. If there was any ghost idea to confiscate the mobile phone, it was probably Zhou Qiu's idea.

"It's all right, thank you."

Zhao Chengshan nodded cautiously.

Meng Ziqin didn't know him well, and he didn't have anything to talk about, so he just lay on the bed in a daze. Zhao Chengshan was a little nervous, and when he took the phone, he always looked at Meng Ziqin, and his fingers slid back and forth on the screen. What to do.

Fortunately, Xiaozhou came back soon, with two big bags of food, and I don't know how anxious he was, he was so tired that he groaned.

"Brother, you're awake." Xiao Zhou brought the things to the table, and Zhao Chengshan opened the lunch box with him.

Meng Ziqin gave a soft "hmm", lifted the quilt and walked over, and still felt a little weak when he touched the floor.

"Are you feeling better? You have been sleeping for more than a day." Xiao Zhou almost wanted to come over to help him, but Meng Ziqin waved his hand and refused: "It's not that there is a problem with your legs."

Zhao Chengshan very consciously passed the preserved egg and lean meat porridge to Meng Ziqin. Mencius Qin smelled the smell, paused his hand in the air, and slightly flattened the corner of his mouth before taking it.

Seeing Meng Ziqin's expression, Xiao Zhou smiled softly, pulled the porridge in front of him again, and said to Zhao Chengshan, "I bought this for myself, he doesn't like this."

Zhao Chengshan scratched his head embarrassingly, apologized and said, "I'm sorry, I don't know."

"It's okay, didn't he pick it up too?"

So Meng Ziqin was aggressive towards people he was familiar with, and pretended to be a good boy outside, all acting.

After Xiaozhou explained for Meng Ziqin, Meng Ziqin was not happy again, and reminded Xiaozhou with the sound of breaking disposable chopsticks.

"Here comes the ancestor." Xiaozhou brought him the sweet potato porridge that belonged to Meng Ziqin, and handed him a spoon.Mencius likes to eat sweet food. If it is sweet potato porridge, you have to crush the sweet potato inside and stir it with the porridge.

Handbook: Are you serious about eating this?

Meng Ziqin didn't even bother to talk to the system.

Handbook: Hohohoho, why are you treating me like this without a mission?

Meng Ziqin immediately had a headache when he heard this sentence: Don't, don't, seriously, that's what I like to eat.

Meng Ziqin has never been troublesome, but he is not willing to let others do it for him. At first, Xiao Zhou secretly said that he was hypocritical. After following him for a while, he realized that he was stubborn and serious about grinding sweet potatoes.

Xiao Zhou didn't think it was strange, Zhao Chengshan watched from the side and his movements were slow.

"Is Brother Qiu so troublesome?"

Meng Ziqin raised his head and glanced lightly at Xiaozhou, who shrugged at him.

This question is difficult to answer, Zhao Chengshan pondered for a long time but couldn't say anything, and Meng Ziqin was not good at helping others, and finally he only heard him smile awkwardly.

Mencius poked at the bowl with a spoon in his hand, half of the sweet potatoes hadn't been crushed yet, so he thought of something from what he said just now: manual, is there any rule for you to release tasks?

Handbook: You must think so, right?

Mencius poked the bowl a bit more vigorously, pressing it down to the bottom of the bowl.

Manual: Well, random release, no rules.

Meng Ziqin wanted to ask something else, when he heard the sound of the doorknob being pushed down, someone came in.

The one who came back was Zhou Qiu, who probably walked outside for a while, his clothes were cold.

Handbook: Chin Chin, release the mission!

Meng Ziqin: ...I suspect you did it on purpose.

Manual: The task this time is to blush in front of Zhou Qiu, as long as it is completed before he leaves the room.

When Zhou Qiu pushed the door, he saw Meng Ziqin was stepping on the chair with one leg bent, staring at him without blinking.

He was wearing a baggy hospital gown, and the sleeves covered half of his palms, which was inconvenient, so he pressed them with a few fingers. After pulling the clothes like this, it seemed that it was not long enough, and half of the collarbone was exposed. With the posture of bending over, the hollows of the shoulders also become obvious.

Seeing how thin he was all over, Zhou Qiu went to get the quilt from the bed as soon as he came in, wrapped Meng Ziqin from behind, and patted the quilt firmly.

"That's good, don't do it."

Meng Ziqin turned around halfway, only saw a shadow of Zhou Chou, ignored him, and continued to fiddle with the things in his hand, seemingly refusing to touch, but actually thinking: blushing, blushing... ...How did it become popular!

Zhou Qiu was already accustomed to his ignorance, sat down with his sleeves rolled up, and stretched out his hand to Meng Ziqin: "Give it to me."

Xiao Zhou murmured in his heart: Don't do this, even though you are the actor, you will still be rejected miserably.

Sure enough, Mencius stopped his hands and looked at Zhou Qiu expressionlessly.

Xiao Zhou: Look, look, who can stand this look.

Zhou Qiu still looked at him very gently, Xiao Zhou wept silently for the actor's tenderness.

But in the next second, Meng Ziqin let go of the spoon and pushed the porridge bowl over.

The fast food lid in Xiaozhou's hand fell off with a "snap". Meng Ziqin glanced at him, put his legs on the chair, bent down to pick up the lid, threw it on the table, and said to him: "I can't even take a plastic lid." Come on, who is sick?"

Xiao Zhou really wanted to answer: I really hope it is me.

Zhou Qiu supported the bowl, and it was very different from Meng Ziqin's enjoyment of grinding. Meng Ziqin sat beside him and looked down at him, occasionally patted his arm, and reminded: "You are too fast."

Zhou Qiu will slow down when he hears it, but he will speed up again after a while, and justifies himself: "Aren't you hungry?"

Meng Ziqin curled his lips and said nothing.

Manual: I'm going to faint!How can you be silent?Look at the actor's fingers and his focused expression, don't you feel moved? !

Meng Ziqin: ...I'm used to it.

Meng Ziqin also has an older sister. Their parents own a company that involves a lot of foreign business. They are usually very busy at work and usually don’t have much time to take care of the two siblings. Later, when Zhou Qiu came, they often went to his house to have a meal. .

Meng Ziqin probably remembered that Zhou Qiu was forced to grind sweet potatoes for him for the first time. That time, Zhou's mother just made a pot of sweet potato porridge. Seeing that Meng Ziqin was eating so hard, she asked Zhou Qiu to help him.

Zhou Qiu must have been very reluctant, because he used a lot of strength and bumped into the porcelain bowl one after another, which made Meng Ziqin feel distressed just listening to it.

Zhou's mother knew that Meng Ziqin liked to eat sweet potato porridge, and she often made it, and asked Zhou Qiu to grind it for him every time.Meng Ziqin refused on the surface, but when Zhou Qiu reluctantly picked up the spoon, he secretly made faces at him to anger him.

Since then, there have been tables for Zhou Qiu and sweet potato porridge, and they all seem to be like this.

Manual: But, I'm already blushing.

Mencius: It's simply inexplicable!

In order to complete the blushing task, Meng Ziqin persuaded himself to keep seeing Zhou Qiu.For the convenience of doing things, Zhou Qiu rolled up some sleeves and exposed a small part of his arm along his wrist.He sat next to Meng Ziqin, leaving him with a sharp profile.

After a few minutes.

The handbook couldn't help interrupting him: Chinqin, can you stop looking at the porridge!

Meng Ziqin: Oh, oh...

Still watching.

The manual simply hates iron but not steel!

After tossing and tossing for a long time, Meng Ziqin was finally able to eat. When Zhou Qiu pushed the bowl back to him, he stretched out his hand impatiently, slightly lifting the corner of his mouth.He gathered the quilt, poked his head forward, pouted his mouth and moved to the side of the bowl, first dug out the sweet potato mash on the wall of the bowl, then scooped a spoonful of porridge, and stuffed it into his mouth.

It's like a child.

"Is it hot?" Zhou Qiu said to him, picked up the chopsticks that Mencius broke just now, and walked around the table to pick up vegetables for him.

Brochure: Don't you blush yet?

Meng Ziqin: ... Isn't it for dinner?Why are you blushing?

Handbook: Makes sense!

Anyway, as long as Zhou Qiu doesn't leave, doesn't he still have time?What's the matter with leaving Zhou Qiu?

Manual: As a reminder, sudden eye contact will increase the possibility of blushing!

"Hurry up and eat." Seeing that he was a little distracted, Zhou Qiu picked up another chopsticks dish for him and put it on a plastic spoon. The spoon was bent. Unexpectedly, Mencius suddenly looked up at him. Eye.

Meng Ziqin didn't look away, but put the spoon into his mouth with his hand.

Handbook: Are you thinking about eating?

As a result, he missed a drop, so he hurriedly stuck out his tongue to catch it.

Zhou Qiu gave Meng Ziqin a piece of paper with a "hey" and grabbed some papers and brought them to his face: "What are you doing?"

Could it be that the child has grown up and changed?Everything's been weird lately.

With an angry expression on his face, Meng Ziqin snatched the napkin and wiped the back of Zhou Qiu's hand with his fingertips. He also looked fierce when wiping his mouth, and threw the paper balls into the middle of the table after wiping.

Xiao Zhou watched in fear, and almost rushed up to take the ancestor with the bowl away, or immediately rolled away, saying that I didn't know him.

But Zhou Qiu didn't say anything to him, instead he looked at him for a while, and even got up to pick up the paper that Meng Ziqin had thrown away.

Meng Ziqin: When the manual comes out, kneel down!

Manual: beep

Zhou Qiu went to throw the paper, but kicked the trash can and made a noise. Mencius looked back, Zhou Qiu was tall and burly, but his ears turned red.

The author has something to say: Manual: He is blushing~

Meng Ziqin: What's the use of a fart? !