pretend crush

If I can wait until Zhou Qiu comes back, I can know what time he went to bed!

Manual: But this is a special case.

Mencius didn't take it seriously: it would be natural to ask at that time.

The manual thought for a while: You are right.

I'm such a clever little devil!

Meng Ziqin was overjoyed holding his mobile phone.

Willow, take care of yourself: What did you say to Meng Ziqin just now?

Zhou Qiu: I explained it.

Willow is on his way: he looks happy!

"You still look at your phone while eating? I thought you would never have this problem." Xu Yuanchuan handed Zhou Qiu a glass of red wine.

Xu Yuanchuan is a director of the new generation. This time, he happened to want to talk to Zhou Qiu about the new play. He originally planned to talk to him after the awards ceremony, but he heard that something had happened just as he was about to contact him.

"No, I'm afraid people will think about it." Zhou Qiu took the wine glass with a light tone.

Xu Yuanchuan smiled, not letting go of a chance to gossip: "What's going on? Whose child?"

"What do you think, of course it belongs to my family." Zhou Qiu took the wine and drank it down.

Xu Yuanchuan: ... Are you serious? This wine is expensive.

Both Liu An and Xiao Zhou didn't stay in the room for too long, they packed up their things and left.

Meng Ziqin took a shower, hugged the blanket and went to the sofa in the living room to wait for Zhou Qiu to come back. He held his phone and clicked on Weibo.

After entering the hospital, Meng Ziqin only saw it once, but he knew that the Internet must be very lively in the past two days.

Sure enough, his large number of fans increased a lot, and his private mailbox was also full.

Meng Ziqin swiped a few private messages, almost all of which were complaining about his embarrassing rainbow farts and Zhou Qiu's enthusiasm.

The manual observed Mencius Qin's face for a while: Are you uncomfortable?

Meng Ziqin didn't answer, just said: See what tasks you have assigned.

Handbook: The mission is chosen randomly, so you can't blame me.

Meng Ziqin: The punishment you mentioned before is not a lie to me, is it?

Everything happened so suddenly that Meng Ziqin hardly had time to think about the truth of this matter.

What if his brain is really broken, and this system is simply imagined by him?

Manual: You can try not to do the task to see if the punishment will be realized.This is the easiest way.

The scene of a puma squatting on the desolate prairie immediately appeared in Meng Ziqin's mind.

Mencius: Forget it, forget it.

He bowed his head and swiped the private message again.

The lights were almost turned off by him, and only the screen of the mobile phone was on in the living room.

- Our brother is not something you can rub off on the [-]th line!

- If you have the time, go back and take acting classes, and improve your bad acting skills.

- The fainting was also intentional, right?Relying on our brother's kindness, it's too green tea [spit]

- It's still fierce, don't insult this word, okay you?

- If you want to act, you can also act a little bit more like it, in case others can't see that you are acting?

……

Handbook: You don't want to fight back?

Meng Ziqin yawned big.

Manual: ... when I didn't say so.

It's really not to blame Mencius Qin's big heart, but he has faced too many doubts since his debut, and he no longer feels much.

He tugged at the blanket, put his legs on the sofa and hid them in, and after a while he fell over, and said to the handbook in a daze: remember to call me when Zhou Qiu comes back.

Manual: I may not have this function.

Meng Ziqin pretended not to hear, closed his eyes and turned off the phone, turned over, half of his head fell off the sofa, and rubbed comfortably.

When he was about to fall asleep, the door of the room "dropped".

Handbook: Didi Didi~Qinqin, Zhou Qiu is back!

As soon as Zhou Qiu opened the door, what he saw was Meng Ziqin wearing the dark blue silk pajamas he bought, propping up the sofa with one hand, rubbing his eyes with the other, with an impatient expression on his face.

Mencius got up very angry, and the most annoying thing was that others disturbed him to sleep, Zhou Qiu knew it very well.

"Why don't you go in to sleep?" Zhou Qiu's voice and walking steps were very light.

"Isn't it just to wait for you?" Meng Ziqin sat up, his eyes narrowed.

Zhou Qiu's steps stopped.

are you serious?

Meng Ziqin nodded heavily with his tilted head. Seeing that he was about to fall, Zhou Chou came back to his senses, walked over and grabbed his body into his arms, and Meng Ziqin's face was pressed against his clothes. On, relying on him as if he had no bones.

"Go in and sleep, it'll be cold." Zhou Qiu patted him on the shoulder, but Meng Ziqin still didn't move, so Zhou Qiu could only keep bending over him.

Mencius Qin is still awake, Zhou Qiu knows.

Even though the heating in the room was fluctuating, Zhou Qiu was still afraid that he would catch a cold, so while supporting him, he covered him with a blanket.

The soft fluff covered Meng Ziqin's body warmly. He curled up his toes, grabbed Zhou Chou's clothes and raised his face, asking him, "Have you been drinking?"

Zhou Qiu's clothes were slightly cool and smelled of red wine.

Meng Ziqin was disgusted at first, but in Zhou Qiu's eyes, it seemed to be acting like a baby.

Zhou Qiu stroked Mencius Qin's hair and said, "No way."

"Oh," Meng Ziqin fell back on the sofa, and stretched out his hand to scratch his hair, his voice was still sticky, "You are usually so late... come back early?"

Zhou Qiu cleared his throat, trying to maintain his normal image.

"No, it depends."

Mencius Qin is about to die of anxiety, so you should tell me what's going on!

Handbook: At that time, you were asked to ask about Zhou Qiu's itinerary, but you still didn't want to come...

Meng Ziqin: So you thought about this pit right there?

Meng Ziqin had no choice but to ask again cheekily: "Are you... usually busy with work?"

Zhou Qiu leaned over to pull the blanket for him again, and asked him, "Can I go back to my room first?"

Meng Ziqin only felt that he was about to vomit blood, and all he wanted was to finish the task quickly, take care of it, and if you can talk about serious things after entering, it must be possible.

He hugged the blanket on his body, pinched his phone, and rushed into the room with bare feet. After running halfway, he realized that Zhou Qiu hadn't followed, and turned back to look for him.

Zhou Qiu was holding Mencius Qin's slippers in his hand, and happened to be looking at him.

The only floor lamp that was on in the living room was mostly blocked by Zhou Chou, and the light haloed out a blurred outline.

Meng Ziqin's heart skipped a beat for no reason, and he said dryly, "Hurry up."

Footsteps sounded behind him, Meng Ziqin jumped onto the bed, Zhou Qiu walked in behind him, and closed the door behind him.

"So are you usually busy?" Meng Ziqin asked him expectantly.

"En." Zhou Chou agreed, sounding like he was perfunctory.

Meng Ziqin was a little angry, why didn't he answer his question properly!

So when Zhou Qiu came to cover him with a quilt, Meng Ziqin showed strong resistance, as long as he led the quilt up, he would shrink back.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Qiu said, still holding a corner of the quilt in his hand.

"Could you tell me your work and rest time first?" Meng Ziqin was in a hurry and said it directly.

Handbook: You are brave!

Meng Ziqin: Do you believe me when I say I don’t think so?

Zhou Qiu's face suddenly became serious.

"Well, that, I know this matter is very personal, if it's not convenient for you..."

Before Mencius had finished speaking, Zhou Qiu knelt on one knee and went to bed, covering his mouth with one hand.

"Are you serious?"

Admit, seriously what?

Manual: Ahem, I think it means you are asking this question seriously.

Meng Ziqin nodded firmly.

Zhou Qiu took his hand away, his face enlarged in front of Meng Ziqin's eyes.

What is this for? !

Meng Ziqin became nervous, and the cell phone he was holding fell on the bed and flicked lightly.

Zhou Qiu's face stopped, and Meng Ziqin frantically hooked the phone back.

Mencius: What was he doing just now?

Manual: Hehehe I think...

Mencius: Impossible, impossible!

Meng Ziqin swiped open the phone and pretended to be looking at it.

"Are you using Weibo?" Zhou Qiu's voice sounded above his head.

"Don't look at it." Zhou Qiu grabbed his phone, and the screen was still on Meng Ziqin's private message interface.

Manual: I suggest you look up...

Mencius buried his head: Oh.

The sound effect of typing sounds.

Mencius:? !

"What are you doing?" He hurriedly stood up and snatched his mobile phone back from Zhou Qiu's hand. Weibo was still logged on the mobile phone, but it was not Meng Ziqin's, but Zhou Qiu's.

Zhou Qiuv: The child has a cold, and he just took him to the doctor. If anyone makes a fuss, I will get angry.

The first time he saw it, Meng Ziqin: What is this thing?

Holding up his mobile phone, he aggressively asked the extremely calm person in front of him: "Are you still awake?"

Manual: Yes!This is not a clarification, this is simply an official announcement!

"Why do you call me a kid? I'm only three years younger than you!"

manual:? ? ?

Is this the point bro? !

"I'm sorry, I didn't reply in time because of the company's request. I didn't give you the phone because I didn't want you to see it. Since you saw it, I will definitely explain it and let Liu An communicate with my fans. I promise not to let you see it. Let you be wronged," Zhou Qiu picked up the quilt on the bed again, and opened it to him, "Can I sleep well now?"

Meng Ziqin was stunned when he heard this, and nodded after looking at Zhou Qiu for a while, "Oh."

Mencius lay down on the bed, and Zhou Qiu's quilt was covered.

The thin but soft duvet covered Mencius' raised chin and red earlobes.

Brochure: Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Mencius: Reserved, reserved.

Manual: Don't blame me for not reminding you that your mission is not yet complete.

Meng Ziqin grabbed the hand that Zhou Qiu was about to take away.

"you have not answer my question yet."

Zhou Chou shook him back, pulled his hand back, and said with a smile, "I answered, go to sleep."

Meng Ziqin: Is there a problem with me or is there a problem with him?

Seeing that Zhou Qiu was about to leave, Meng Ziqin couldn't care about anything at this moment, threw off the quilt, got out of bed and ran over, jumped on Zhou Qiu's back and circled his neck.

Zhou Qiu grabbed his legs subconsciously.

Manual: I think... a little exaggeration.

Mencius: What did I do just now?

He was about to get off Zhou Qiu's back, when the world was spinning for a while, Zhou Qiu lifted him from his back to his chest, threw him into the bed, and threw himself on the sides of his head.

Meng Ziqin could clearly smell the red wine on Zhou Qiu's lips, and heard his soft and hoarse voice: "Qinqin, you are in a hurry."

The author has something to say: Zhou Qiu: I can't bear it if I don't leave!

Meng Ziqin: You can't go!

Zhou Qiu: Then here I come!