pretend crush

If Meng Ziqin could post on Weibo, he would definitely post: @周狐奇奇奇奇，无头头。

Obviously, Zhou Qiu's Weibo is a response to his nonsense rainbow fart, and the following hot searches are all related to this matter: #孟子琦色瓜肥#

#孟子琦追星成功#

#Meng Ziqin was handsome faint#

Seeing this series of titles, Meng Ziqin didn't dare to click on any of them. He only knew that he must be the most embarrassing in any one of them.

Just as he was feeling annoyed, an interface popped up on his phone, and his sister Meng Yuwei called him.

Meng Ziqin thought that she might just say some ordinary caring words, and Meng Yuwei and Zhou Qiu knew each other quite well, so he put his mobile phone outside the quilt, put his hands back in the quilt, and turned on the public broadcast to listen.

"Hello sister?"

"Xiao Qin?"

"Ah."

"you will not……"

Meng Yuwei's tone was shocked, and her voice was loud. Meng Ziqin felt that she was about to say something amazing, so he immediately flicked up to grab the phone.

"You don't really have a crush on Zhou Qiu, do you?"

Before Meng Ziqin grabbed the phone and stuffed it under the bed, Meng Yuwei had already finished speaking.

This volume, as long as you are not deaf, I am afraid you can hear clearly!

Meng Ziqin didn't dare to look at Zhou Qiu's expression, turned over and pressed the phone under his ear, and deliberately spoke loudly for Zhou Qiu to listen: "What nonsense are you talking about? What is true or false?"

Handbook: Deception, self-deception.

Meng Ziqin was extremely embarrassed in bed.

"You two are really alright?" Meng Yuwei asked again uncertainly.

Meng Ziqin's face was still burning, and his voice was muffled under the quilt: "Why do you think we have anything?"

"I watched your video that day. I didn't expect Meng Ziqin, why didn't you listen to me before when you were so good at bragging?" Meng Yuwei had a taste of hating iron but not steel, "I see you are very loving Did Zhou Chou make trouble? Now that you two have changed your ways, let’s rebuild the old ones?”

Meng Ziqin: ...I suspect that you and Handbook are a Chinese teacher.

"What are you talking about? It's okay, I'll hang up." Meng Ziqin threatened.

"Hey don't, I heard from Zhou Qiu that you have a common cold. Remember to take good care of your body and don't work like this every day for work."

When the news of Meng Ziqin's fainting came out, Meng Yuwei was playing at a friend's house, and when he heard the news from his friend, his heart sank.

"Looking at the video, it was Zhou Qiu who took him away." The friend said.

Meng Yuwei: "Zhou Qiu?"

"Well, it's the actor."

Meng Yuwei lay back on the sofa, his heart pounding again: "That's all right."

friend:"……"

For Zhou Qiu, Meng Yuwei was 1 rest assured.When Zhou Qiu first came here, Meng Yuwei didn't like him at all. Every day, his expression seemed like someone owed him, but he was the only one who took good care of this little fool, Meng Ziqin, and was very reliable.

Later, when he saw the live video and Zhou Qiu's Weibo, Meng Yuwei was moved expressionlessly: "It's not bad, it's not bad."

"When do you plan to come back? My parents are busy abroad these days, so I don't know if they saw you. You haven't woken up and I haven't mentioned it to them. Do you want to tell them?" Meng Yuwei asked again.

Meng Ziqin clasped the pillow with his other hand and scratched it again and again, and said vaguely: "Don't tell them, if you come back, it will only be two days."

"That's fine, you decide for yourself, you can play as much as you want, if you don't have enough money, remember to ask your sister for it."

Meng Ziqin agreed in a low voice, and Meng Yuwei hung up the phone again.

The quilt wrapped Meng Ziqin tightly, and his fingers flicked back and forth on Hot Search.

The manual ruthlessly dismantled him: you just want to read it.

Meng Ziqin: It depends on who is afraid of whom.

Manual: I feel like I didn't mean that...

Meng Ziqin couldn't help being curious for a long time, and couldn't wait to choose the slightly normal hot search "Success in Chasing Stars".

It's actually a video.

Meng Ziqin lowered his voice, poked his eyes out from under the quilt, and saw Zhou Qiu sitting on the sofa, so he got back under the quilt and clicked on the video.

As soon as it came up, there was a mess of exclamations. The camera was in front, and after shaking a few times, it froze on Zhou Qiu's figure.

He was wearing the exquisite suit from that day, holding himself in his arms.Meng Ziqin is close to 1.8 meters tall. Although he is thin, he doesn't look very thin. But now he is leaning on Zhou Qiu's arms. Compared with Zhou Qiuyi, he has a completely different feeling. His inner hand is close to Zhou Qiu's. Qiu, the other is hanging outside, the white and slender ankles under the black trousers are very eye-catching, and it looks a little more like snuggling.

Zhou Qiu hugged him a little tight, the suit on his chest was wrinkled, and there was no expression on his face. He didn't seem to make any effort when he was trotting, and Zhao Chengshan stretched out his hand many times, but he rejected him sideways.

The nanny car was parked not far away, and Zhou Qiu supported Meng Ziqin to step in, followed by Zhao Chengshan and Zhou Qiu's agent, Liu An. It's over here.

After watching the video for a few minutes, Meng Ziqin's face was hot but there was no sign of relief.

Manual: It seems that the task just released was not at the right time...

Mencius: Don't laugh at me!

I still don’t believe it, I’m sure most people will care about their bodies under this hot search!

So Meng Ziqin began to flip through the comments.

however.

- Meng Ziqin take your paws off our brother ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! !

-Brother x brother, so sweet let me breathe breathe breathe breathe!

- Kiss baby, you are so pitiful, brother must take good care of him.

-Zhuang Zhou's Dream Butterfly, I'm knocked!

- Does anyone produce food?I have a pen!

-Zhuang Zhou's Dream of a Butterfly, beautiful!

Manual: Don't, don't be angry...

Mencius Qin was just curious: What is Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly?

The manual explained it very euphemistically: it should be some kind of special title.

Mencius: Oh.

Just agreed and went to search again.

The search result pointed to a super chat, the profile picture was a screenshot from the video just now, Zhou Qiu had Mencius Qin in his arms, a profile.

This should be it.

Mencius appointed him to go in.

The first Weibo post was a picture of a boy wearing a hoodie and shorts sitting on a glass table with his head slightly tilted back and his legs spread apart. A man in a shirt and suit stood in the middle, touching the black spots at the corners of his eyes with his fingers. tear mole.

Meng Ziqin immediately recognized himself on the table, and that man was Zhou Qiu.

The boy tilted his head slightly, the corners of his eyes were pink, and the man looked straight at him, with his other hand around his waist.

This, what is this thing?This is nothing short of slander and rumor!I won't be so, so... soft on Zhou Qiu that no, shameless!

Meng Ziqin shrank under the quilt, closed his eyes and turned down.

This time I stopped on the text: The fierce and cute little milk was attacked by x's dedicated love madness.

Mencius threw a teacup at Zhou Qiu, and the cup shattered into pieces on the wooden floor.

It seems that there are still normal people in this world.Although he couldn't understand the introduction, Meng Ziqin was very satisfied after seeing the beginning.

Scroll down a little further.

Why is the development of this plot a little different from what he thought.

Zhou Qiu strode towards Mencius Qin, who trembled slightly and leaned against the wall, asking tremblingly, "What are you doing?"

In reality, Mencius Qin puffed up his mouth and thought: I will not be afraid of Zhou Qiu!

The story continues: Zhou Qiu saw Meng Ziqin's pitiful appearance, but smiled softly, took his wrist and pressed him against the wall, and told him in a deep voice, "Nothing, just you."

What happened next was a scene that Meng Ziqin had never imagined in his life.

Zhou Qiu's undulating muscles, Meng Ziqin's soft and fair skin...

Meng Ziqin pulled back the quilt abruptly, he urgently needed to breathe.

Who can tell him what this is all about!

Meng Ziqin moved too much, so Zhou Qiu looked over and saw that his face was flushed, as if he was on fire again.

"Are you okay?" Zhou Qiu walked over with a frown.

"Don't, don't, don't come here." Mencius pointed at Zhou Qiu and waved his hands again and again.

Zhou Qiucai didn't care what Meng Ziqin said, and went straight to try his forehead, and felt that the temperature was quite normal.

He lowered his eyelids, and Meng Ziqin instantly turned off the phone with a very obvious "click".

"What are you looking at, Meng Ziqin?" Zhou Qiu laughed, and when he realized what, his eyes were even more teasing. His fingers slid onto Meng Ziqin's red cheeks and felt a burst of heat, his thumb and index finger He pinched it lightly, lowered his head and asked him in a low voice: "Can you tell brother?"

Meng Ziqin blinked, touched his curly and thick upper and lower eyelashes a few times, and turned his head away from Zhou Qiu's hand.

"Look at the fart!"

Fried hair again.

Mencius Qin looks like a boiling kettle now.

"Brother Meng, I'll go through the discharge procedures..."

With a bang, the boat closed the door again.

No wonder Xiao Zhou is too sensitive. Mencius Qin was lying crookedly on the bed just now, while Zhou Chou leaned over in front of him, blocking most of his body, with his hands propped on the bed as if surrounding him. Xiaozhou was full of imagination.

Meng Ziqin pushed Zhou Qiu away, took his mobile phone and sent a V letter to Xiaozhou: Come in! ! !

A few seconds later, Xiao Zhou pushed open the door and said with a smile: "Brother Meng, the formalities are completed, you can go."

"You really want to shoot magazines with me?" Zhou Qiu asked again.

"Yeah!" Mencius nodded cheekily, "I'll just stand by and won't disturb your work."

Will not refuse, will not refuse.

In fact, Meng Ziqin had no idea.

After Zhou Qiu graduated from university, he won the first actor in his life. At that time, Meng Ziqin was studying in university. On the day Zhou Qiu won the award, he turned off his mobile phone for an exam and spent a day in the library for self-study. .

It was very late when I went back at night, and my roommate happened to pass by and walked to the dormitory with him. On the way, we talked about this year's movie, and Meng Ziqin knew, oh, Zhou Qiu is now the best actor.

If you don't count Meng Ziqin looking up at Zhou Qiu unilaterally on the screen or in some places where you can catch up, they haven't seen each other for a long time.

Meng Ziqin looked up at him, but Zhou Qiu was not paying attention, his eyes all fell on Meng Ziqin's gracefully curved and slender neck.

"Okay, I'll take you there."

Meng Ziqin was a little uncomfortable being watched by Zhou Qiu, so he agreed, picked up his mobile phone and pretended to watch it, and after hearing Zhou Qiu and Xiao Zhou explain a few questions about the hotel, he finally said that he was leaving.

This time Meng Ziqin raised his head in time and urged him by pushing his palms outward. Zhou Qiu smiled helplessly and closed the door.

There was only a small boat left in the ward, and Meng Ziqin finally felt more at ease. He pulled the collar of the hospital gown and said, "Do you have any clothes? Change and leave."

Xiaozhou nodded, and brought a paper bag from the sofa.

Meng Ziqin flipped through the bag and found that the bag was full of high-end luxury brands' new models for the season. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "It's all new. The company is so generous?"

Xiao Zhou faltered a few times and said, "Brother Qiu bought it, but he threw away your clothes. He said he should wear better clothes for you."

Mencius was stunned for a moment, "Who changed the hospital gown for me?"

"Zhou Qiu."

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