pretend crush

Meng Yuwei already understood what's going on now from Zhou Qiu's solidification and Meng Ziqin's astonishment.

Tsk tsk tsk I didn't expect that Zhou Qiu could play with these things. He looked deserted before, but he didn't expect that there were quite a lot of things in his mind.

Meng Yu slightly raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhou Qiu.

On the other hand, Meng Ziqin's jaw almost dropped.

Zhou Qiu and his sister?

What kind of doomsday disaster movie is this? !

He suddenly felt dizzy in his head.

This world is too unreal!

Meng Ziqin stood up from his seat at once, and the movement was so loud that everyone looked at him.

"I...I'm going to the bathroom." Mencius pointed to the bathroom, and when he stepped back from the chair, he tripped. Zhou Qiu got up to help him, but Meng Ziqin subconsciously threw him away.

"Qinqin..." Zhou Qiu wanted to catch up, but was blocked by the big bouquet of roses he was holding.

Brothers are gone, isn't this a good time to confess?

The foreman took a step forward and said gracefully to Meng Yuwei, "This beauty, your..."

Zhou Qiu glanced sideways at the foreman, his eyes were cold and dark, his lips were pursed into a straight line, and he looked very impatient.

Yes, any questions?

The foreman subconsciously shut up.

Zhou Qiu took a step forward, looked down at the foreman, and said in a cold and slow voice: "The one who just left is my boyfriend."

The foreman stared at Zhou Qiu's figure getting further and further away, and stayed where he was.

"Hey, the flowers are pretty, but they have to be thrown away." Meng Yu smiled before bringing the two of them back from their state of panic.

The waiter looked at the foreman and hugged the flowers in his arms in a daze.

Meng Ziqin didn't understand why he suddenly stood up and left.

should he go

He should go.

Zhou Qiu came to their house very suddenly today, was it arranged long ago?

So is it for my sister?

Meng Ziqin stood in front of the sink and turned on the water. The water was warm and felt just right on his hands.

He was thinking about what happened after he met Zhou Qiu again.

Zhou Qiu had no reason to be so kind to him. He once guessed that it was because of the system. Could there be a different reason?

Handbook: Chinchin?

Meng Ziqin: What?What is the task?

Mencius Qin raised his eyelids lazily, looking not very energetic.

The manual is very unbearable, but I can only honestly say: it is a task, but Chin Chin, you have to cheer up first!

Meng Ziqin made a breathy sound from his nasal cavity: I am not upset, you can just say it.

Handbook watched him pretending to be calm and sighed.

Human beings tormented by emotions.

Handbook: The task this time is, ahem!Showed intimacy with Zhou Qiu, which lasted for two hours.

Mencius: It's not too difficult.

No, isn't it difficult?Isn't it a bit reluctant to complete this task in Meng Ziqin's state now? He can feel the acid in his heart even in the manual!

My fathers, I beg you to pass this mission quickly and make up!

Meng Ziqin turned off the water, took out a piece of paper to wipe his hands, and was about to go back when he rolled up the paper and threw it into the trash can when he turned around and saw Zhou Qiu walking over.

He frowned, his expression was tense, and his steps were hurried, which made Meng Ziqin think that Zhou Qiu was rejected by his sister for the first time.

The corridors are thickly carpeted, so there are no footsteps.

"Why are you here?" Meng Ziqin looked up at him with a squeezed smile.

Seeing Meng Ziqin leaving alone, Zhou Qiu's heart tightened.

Zhou Qiu couldn't bear the sight of his back alone.

Not to mention such a forced smile.

He couldn't let Mencius be wronged.

Zhou Qiu went up and rubbed Meng Ziqin's hair, then pressed him into his arms and hugged him.

"The flowers are not for your sister."

Meng Ziqin's face was pressed against the soft fabric of Zhou Qiu's chest, and he suddenly felt that he had listened to Zhou Qiu's words in this way.

"Oh."

Zhou Qiu's words pierced in like a needle, and Mencius was full of anger.

He didn't know what to say, or how to react. Being hugged by Zhou Qiu, Meng Ziqin held the sides of his clothes with both hands, and his breathing was stuffy.

"Can you let go first? It's uncomfortable." Meng Ziqin turned his face away and finally felt better.

Zhou Qiu let go a little, still put his palm on Meng Ziqin's head, lifted it up slightly, and met his bright eyes.

Zhou Qiu touched the corner of Meng Ziqin's eye, where the mole of tears was located.

Obviously there is no difference in the skin, but Meng Ziqin is more sensitive.

"I prepared the reservation for two for us. The flowers are for you. I didn't know that Meng Yuwei came back, but the gift is indeed for her because she is your sister. The waiters here are too stupid. I didn't think about it, so I won't come next time."

When Zhou Qiu spoke, he kept looking at Meng Ziqin's eyes slowly, as if he wanted to make every word clear.

Can he understand me?

Everything I do is for him.

Meng Ziqin looked at Zhou Qiu, thinking of the last time he saw Zhou Qiu before he moved away.

Coincidentally, it was a year of winter vacation, and Meng Ziqin's university vacation was very late. He was pulling a big suitcase, and on the way home, he happened to meet Zhou Qiu Dadong standing at the door and making a phone call.

It was very windy at night, and Meng Ziqin was wearing a coat hat. He didn't hear what Zhou Chou was saying, but Zhou Chou's expression was very irritated. He raised his head and saw him in a hurry. He nodded.

Mencius waved his hand in response.

At that time, Zhou Qiu had acted in the scene where he won the first actor trophy, but the man standing in front of Meng Ziqin didn't seem to have changed much.

He stood at the door of the familiar house as usual for many days, but he paused for a few seconds because he hadn't seen Meng Ziqin for a long time, that's all.

But no one knew that this was actually the last time they saw each other in so many years.

The current Zhou Qiu probably hasn’t changed much. Meng Ziqin has seen him on the screen too many times, and after they met again, Zhou Qiu’s attitude has made Meng Ziqin think that maybe they have never been separated. of.

Zhou Qiu lived next door to their house for many years, and every year there was a figure of Meng Ziqin.

But now, Meng Ziqin's heart was beating uncontrollably.

The rose was for him, and the meal was for the two of them.

Everything the system thinks is overthinking. It would be too easy for Meng Ziqin to complete this type of task if the target is Zhou Qiu.

Meng Ziqin shook his hand a little forward, leaving the tip of his index finger on the back of Zhou Qiu's hand, acting like an unconscious movement.

"I see." Meng Ziqin lowered his head, not daring to look into Zhou Qiu's eyes. Zhou Qiu didn't understand what Meng Ziqin knew.

"Let's go back, I'm hungry." Meng Ziqin's voice was soft, with a trembling rise at the end, which sounded like a baby.

Zhou Qiu was speechless for a while, and felt that he should give Meng Ziqin more time, so that he could slowly feel the liking he had hidden for so many years.

"Okay," Zhou Qiu sighed, and the gentle smile returned to his brows and eyes, "Go back to eat, and I'll order your favorite lamb chops."

As Zhou Qiu walked forward, Meng Ziqin's index finger slipped away and went down along his hand.

Meng Ziqin felt that his face might have turned red from holding back. For the first time, he took the initiative to stick his fingers into Zhou Qiu's.

This is the mission!

This is mission mission mission!

Meng Ziqin hypnotized himself over and over again, only to let the throbbing in his heart subside a little.

Zhou Qiu felt that his movements did not show the teasing Meng Ziqin thought he would have, but only tightened his grip.

Zhou Qiu's fingers were thin and strong, which made Meng Ziqin feel a little pain, so he opened his hand, and Zhou Qiu relaxed a little.

They tacitly slowed down and walked through a long corridor. From here, they turned a corner and could see their positions through a screen. I also need to grab some of Zhou Qiu's sleeves.

No, don't you mean intimacy?

Surely this counts?

Liu An had already left, and even the gift box she brought earlier was gone.

As soon as they walked over, Meng Yuwei raised his head from the mobile phone on the table, smiled when he saw the posture of the two, and joked: "Am I a little redundant? You said that you are still there Acting?"

Meng Yuwei's words seemed to have poured cold water on Meng Ziqin, making him sober up in the sweet atmosphere.

Yes, there are shows.

Meng Ziqin let go of Zhou Qiu's sleeve, pulled away the chair with no expression and sat down, and resumed the way he used to talk to his sister, "It was originally for you to catch the wind, whether you like it or not."

Zhou Qiu sat down calmly next to Meng Ziqin, who lowered his head like an ostrich drinking water, and soon heard his voice beside him: "I'm not shooting variety shows anymore."

Meng Ziqin was choked up, Zhou Qiu naturally reached out and patted him on the back.

"Slow down, is someone robbing you?"

Hearing what Zhou Qiu said, Meng Ziqin turned his head and gave him a look, and Zhou Qiu smiled back at him.

cut!

Can I forgive you if you smile nicely?

Mencius turned his head angrily, but he still did not forget his mission.

Be intimate.

Meng Ziqin's hand holding the glass was tense, and Zhou Qiu's other hand touched under the table and touched the hem of his clothes.

But the hanging posture made him uncomfortable.

"I really didn't expect to see you again, Zhou Qiu," Meng Yuwei said, "You left so suddenly at the beginning, why on earth? Anyway, we are also your friends, and we left without saying a word. Putting the contact information there is as dead as dead, isn’t it very interesting?”

"At first it was because something happened at home." Zhou Qiu's expression remained unchanged, but Meng Ziqin's ears perked up.

He still doesn't know the reason why Zhou Qiu left, he is really curious.

Meng Ziqin's attention was all on Zhou Qiu, and he didn't notice that Meng Yuwei glanced at him.

"Xiaoqin was the best at looking for you at that time."

"Cough, cough, cough!" Meng Ziqin choked again, this time much harder. Zhou Qiu stood up and patted him on the back. Before Meng Ziqin could withdraw his hand from the hem of his clothes, Zhou Qiu spotted it easily.

Chin Chin?

While Zhou Qiu was taking pictures of him, his thoughts were confused.

Now he really didn't understand.

Mencius stopped coughing, and when Zhou Qiu sat back to his seat, he exchanged a glance with him, then took Mencius's hanging hand and put it on his lap.

He knew that Meng Ziqin was looking for him.

For so many years, he was reluctant to change his mobile phone number.

Meng Ziqin probably found out about it a few months after he left, so all the things Meng Ziqin asked him about where you have been and how have you been lately were all a few months later, when Zhou Qiu shut himself up. I joined a crew and played a deaf-mute who couldn't hear or speak anything.

The author has something to say: brother Qiu is miserable

Speaking of the deaf-mute, is there any cutie who is interested in the little mute I will write in my next book? Poke into the column Kang Yikang~

感谢在2020-12-2923:47:46~2020-12-3018:35:49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 who threw the landmine: 1 girlfriend outside of Sehun Woo's circle;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 3 bottles of red flowers;

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