pretend crush

There are many things that can be made in the workshop, and they finally chose the bell that can be hung on the keychain, because they can always carry it.

Meng Ziqin: Yes, not at all because it is relatively simple.

Mencius chose a Pikachu for Zhou Qiu, and Zhou Qiu chose Stitch for Mencius, and they wanted to make one for each other.

The boss gave them examples and tools and left.

Meng Ziqin sat on the long table, facing a table of paints and brushes, feeling very helpless and regretful.

They need to draw Pikachu and Stitch's heads on the two half circles, and finally put their ears and the two halves together.

"Hey." Mencius sighed.

He was not very good at handmade things since he was a child. In the past, even if the teacher assigned a hand-copied homework, he could let the teacher take the initiative to let him go, and sincerely thought that he could do it next time. Change a job by itself.

Zhou Qiu dragged the stool a little towards Meng Ziqin, and stuffed the pencil into his hand.

"I'll take you."

After he finished speaking, he wrapped Meng Ziqin's hand and drew a few points on the circle with a pencil.

"These two sides are the eyes, and this is the mouth. Come and try to draw."

Mencius picked up the pen in embarrassment.

"This is for me." Zhou Qiu covered the microphone with the gesture of straightening his collar, and said softly to him.

Meng Ziqin's hands paused, then he buried his body and began to work hard.

Zhou Qiu returned to his seat with satisfaction.

Meng Ziqin: Look at my two eyes, are they the same size?

Manual: Uh, I think the one on the left could be bigger.

Mencius erased it with an eraser and redrawn it.

Mencius: What about now?

He took the semicircle away, closed his right eye and looked hard with his left eye.

Manual: It seems to be similar, but the shape does not seem quite right.

Meng Ziqin: ...Oh.

Changed again.

Meng Ziqin: How is it?

Manual: The one on the left looks very similar this time!

Meng Ziqin: Great, great.

Manual: But that's the comparison, the one on the right seems to need to be drawn again.

Meng Ziqin: ...You didn't mean to trick me, did you?

Handbook: Dare Dare...

Mencius endured the irritability that arose in his heart and repeated it several times, then asked again: Is this all right?

There was no sound from the manual for a while.

Meng Ziqin: Where have you been?

Manual: emmm...much better, should be...almost.

Handbook answered this way because he was afraid that if he said no, Meng Ziqin would overturn the table and leave.

What's more, compared to the previous few times, this time is indeed much better!

Meng Ziqin: I am completing the task like this, right?

manual:? ? ?

Meng Ziqin: I strive for excellence in what I make for Zhou Qiu. Isn't this a sign of my concern for him?

Handbook: You... have a point.

Meng Ziqin was always focused on the matter in hand, and didn't notice that Zhou Qiuhua was about to look up at him after a stroke.

Both of them finished the draft, and Mencius touched Zhou Qiu's arm, asking him to take a look.

"It's very nice, it's the same as the original picture..."

If you ignore the inverted triangle mouth and big and small eyes.

Having just been affirmed by the manual, and now being affirmed by Zhou Qiu, Meng Ziqin was instantly full of confidence.

He leaned over and took a look at Zhou Qiu's.

The Stitch chosen by Zhou Chou was a bit more difficult than his, and it also looked good.

Mencius patted Zhou Qiu's shoulder, and said with a smile, "Not bad, not bad, catch up with me soon."

Zhou Qiu: As long as the baby likes it.

"Then let's paint." Mencius gave Zhou Qiu a paint tray, and took the paint that was placed next to him.

The main color Zhou Qiu wanted to use was blue, so he directly squeezed a bunch of blue paint and chose a pen with a suitable thickness.

But Meng Ziqin was a little bit troubled, because the Pikachu on the example picture was yellow and pink, so he pointed to the picture and asked Zhou Qiu: "What color do you like?"

Zhou Qiu glanced at it and said, "It's pink."

Pink can just form cp with blue, can't it?

Meng Ziqin frowned, then laughed: "I didn't expect you to like pink."

Zhou Chou admitted, raising his eyebrows: "Yes, I like pink."

like you.

They were serious about coloring each other, and the handbook wanted to chat with Meng Ziqin, but he ruthlessly refused.

Meng Ziqin: Talk to your friends.

manual:……

Because the model is semicircular, you need to hold it with your hands all the time while painting, and soon several of Meng Ziqin's fingertips are stained with color.

The drawing was almost finished, he held up half of Pikachu's head and asked Zhou Qiu: "What do you think?"

Mencius Qin was still holding the paintbrush in his hand, and when he lifted it abruptly, the paint on the brush was thrown out, smearing bits and pieces of Zhou Qiu's side face.

"It's pretty good." Zhou Qiu didn't notice, and showed him carefully.

"Pfft." Meng Ziqin couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Qiu realized something now, and found that Meng Ziqin had been staring at his face, and when he reached out to touch it, Meng Ziqin caught him.

"I accidentally spilled paint on your face just now." Meng Ziqin took the initiative to plead guilty and tried to wipe it off with his finger, but when he moved his hand away, he found that the paint area on his face was even bigger.

He opened his palm, and all five fingers were covered with pink paint.

"Brother Qiu." Meng Ziqin seldom called Zhou Qiu that way, but when he did, he became limp.

"You like pink, right?"

He he he must have done it on purpose!

For the convenience of handicrafts, the lights here are very bright, Meng Ziqin flutters his eyelashes, and the tear mole at the corner of his eyes looks even more pitiful.

"Correct."

I believe everything I said!

"Then you won't blame me, will you?" Meng Ziqin lowered his head and bit his lip, "If I smear your face with pink."

Zhou Qiu:? ? ?

He stretched out his hand to test the place Mencius had touched just now, and spread his fingertips under the lamp.

Really pink.

Zhou Qiu laughed angrily.

"No, I can't forgive you." Zhou Qiu said pretending to be serious, and Meng Ziqin really sat up straight.

Mencius: What does he mean?Isn't it just paint on the face?Is this how you treat your boyfriend?

"Unless..." Zhou Qiu said as he approached Meng Ziqin.

Meng Ziqin: Unless you let me kiss enough?

Then come, come.Who is afraid of whom?

Handbook: ... I will report you to show affection and kill dogs with real names.

"Your face is ugly too." Zhou Qiu pointed to Mencius Qin's cheek, and the latter frantically touched his face for a while.

"Where is where?"

Zhou Qiuguang looked at him and smiled, but didn't tell him where he was, which made Meng Ziqin anxious.

"Think about where you touched yourself just now."

Mencius was stunned.

"You beat me!" Meng Ziqin jumped up and pinched both sides of Zhou Qiu's face, "You are really bad!"

I actually believed your evil!

Meng Ziqin groped Zhou Qiu's face, Zhou Qiu dodged left and right, the two gradually stood up from the stool, Zhou Qiu shrank back, and Meng Ziqin jumped up with his legs clamping his waist.

Fearing that he would fall, Zhou Qiu had no choice but to grab his legs, and when he raised his head back, Meng Ziqin pressed the back of his head and pressed it back.

What a crime!He could only let this little ancestor do whatever he wanted.

Zhou Qiu's handsome face was smeared with pink paint, but Meng Ziqin was very dissatisfied.

Why is his face so smudged and so handsome!

He was playing vigorously, when he suddenly heard the sound of something being knocked down, both of them were taken aback.

It was only then that Meng Ziqin realized that he and Zhou Chou were playing too intimately together, so he quickly jumped off him.

Behind the closet, the boss sticks out half of her head.

"%&*&..."

Zhou Qiu: "%&*#@"

The boss has left.

"What are you talking about?" Mencius pointed in the direction of the cabinet.

"It's nothing, I said let's go wash our face first and let her help us put these together."

"Oh." Mencius nodded.

They went back to the toilet just now, and this time Zhou Qiu's camera followed.

Meng Ziqin thought of how shameless they dared to kiss here before, and they didn't pay attention when washing their hands. The warm water flowed out, and the temperature on his face was getting higher and higher.

"Let me help you wash your face." Zhou Qiu took a small tissue from the shelf and wet it under the faucet.

"I can come by myself." Meng Ziqin gestured to take the paper from Zhou Qiu's hand, but he refused.

"You can't see." Zhou Qiu said.

"I can see... I really can't see." Mencius closed his eyes obediently.

He still has tasks on him, doesn't he always care about it?If you care, try to follow his ideas as much as possible.

A warm paper towel was wiped across Meng Ziqin's face. The paint was not so easy to wipe off. Fortunately, they hadn't played for long and hadn't dried much.

"It should be a little painful." After Zhou Qiu reminded, he used some strength in his hands.

The place where the paper towel was removed left red marks. Mencius Qin's skin is tender, but it is easy to have marks.

Meng Ziqin closed his eyes and said nothing, Zhou Qiu was afraid of hurting him and didn't dare to use any force, so he wiped his face very hard.

After finally cleaning up, it was Meng Ziqin who wiped Zhou Qiu's face.

It was only when I rubbed it that I realized that the trouble he caused was quite serious.

Zhou Qiu not only had paint on the sides of his face, but also on the tips of his hair.

Meng Ziqin felt more and more guilty, his face wrinkled.

"I'm sorry," Meng Ziqin said, "I won't trouble you next time."

"I want to go to the bathroom, can you go out first?"

Meng Ziqin realized that this sentence was said by Zhou Qiu to the camera.

The camera agreed and went out with the equipment.

The toilet door was closed.

"Don't," Zhou Qiu smiled, put one hand on Meng Ziqin's waist, and pulled him closer to him, "I like you to fight with me."

Meng Ziqin blushed and kept looking at him, but Zhou Qiu suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him.

"I messed with you too, do you blame me?"

Meng Ziqin shook his head.

"Did it hurt you just now?" Zhou Qiu asked again, the unprecedented tenderness gave Meng Ziqin the illusion of being soaked in a honey pot.

Every word Zhou Qiu said was putting sugar in it.

Meng Ziqin still shook his head, but suddenly smiled when he saw Zhou Qiu.

He said: "That's good, I'm afraid that the day when you really hurt, you won't be able to bear it."

Mencius:? ? ?

"Wipe it yourself!" He threw the tissue on Zhou Qiu's face.

Because Zhou Qiu raised his head, he just caught the paper.

"I can't see it." Zhou Qiu cheated.

"There's a mirror!" Meng Ziqin tried his best to sound vicious, but Zhou Qiu sounded more attractive than ever.

"Don't be so fierce, you will like it in the future." Zhou Qiu took off the paper, and before he opened his eyes, he heard the door knock, and Meng Ziqin ran away.

Zhou Qiu pressed his waist against the edge of the sink, smiled to himself for a while, then turned around and wiped his face in the mirror.

Tsk, I felt quite comfortable just now, why does it hurt so much when I rub it myself?

The author has something to say: I have made this bell myself, if you want to see it, you can go to my weibo to see it hahahaha