I just want to start a career when I travel to the brainless

Just after locking the door, she shook her head with a bit of a smile, and turned it open again.

There is no one else at home, so why lock the door?

She turned around and took a few steps, then stopped suddenly, turned her head, stared at the lock, and slowly raised the corners of her mouth.

Reach out and lock it.

The young fox with smooth and shiny fur showed its tail, lay back on the bed contentedly, covered the quilt, and fell asleep with a smile.

Probably because she had been waiting for something, she was a little excited, tossing and turning on the bed, unable to fall asleep.

Sure enough, around eleven o'clock, with excellent hearing, she heard the sound of the combination lock of the door being opened. The electronic sound echoed in the quiet night and lingered for a long time.

Lin Qingqian pursed her upper lip unconsciously, shrank into the quilt with a hint of joy, closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Song Qingyue tiptoed into the living room without a gleam of light, and walked towards the second floor in the dark.Probably because of guilty conscience, she always felt that something was watching her, but when she turned her head suddenly, she only saw the shadows of some furniture in the dark.

She patted her chest to catch her breath, and touched the railing to go up the stairs. She had just taken two steps, when she looked up, she saw a white mass on the second floor swaying gently with the wind.

"Ah!" A sharp scream pierced the night sky.

Lin Qingqian was also shocked, but her reaction was not slow.She jumped up from the bed, opened the door and rushed out barefoot, turned on the light, and saw the child sitting on the ground wronged and wronged under the stairs.

She didn't care about the situation, and hurried downstairs to surround the child, "What's going on? Are you hurt?"

Song Qingyue stretched out his head to look behind Lin Qingqian, then heaved a sigh of relief, raised his trembling hand to wipe the cold sweat from his brow, and complained: "Lin Qingqian, why did you buy white curtains? Why did you buy white curtains? Do you not close the window?"

Lin Qingqian looked behind her, the beige curtains were fluttering in the wind, she looked very proud.

She laughed, and tapped the child's head, "How dare you be so timid," and then checked Song Qingyue up and down, "Is it not hurt, do you want to go to the hospital?"

In fact, it's okay, it's just rolling down the stairs, only two steps, so it's not a big problem.

It's just sitting on a butt pier, it really hurts.

Song Qingyue's eyes were watery: "Lin Qingqian, it just hurts."

Lin Qingqian made sure that she was not injured, so she cleared her throat and put on a serious look, "Didn't you be asked to live in the dormitory? Why did you come to my place again?"

The child lowered his head aggrievedly.

Lin Qingqian was a little dumbfounded: This kid is a bit naive, why doesn't he take on the show?She could only bite the bullet and continue, "I'll ask Uncle Song to take you back."

Song Qingyue lowered his head, moaned and chirped a few times, got up reluctantly, and was about to go out.

"Wait!" Lin Qingqian was about to die of anger, so she could only continue acting by herself.

She pretended to raise her wrist and wanted to look at the watch, but found that she had taken it off a long time ago. She quickly glanced at the child to make sure she wasn't looking at her, so she put it down as if nothing had happened, "It's so late now, the school dormitory is closed, right?" , you can make do with the night downstairs, and I will take you there tomorrow morning."

The child didn't notice Lin Qingqian's small movements at all, nodded dejectedly, and walked back to the guest room on the first floor.

Lin Qingqian looked at her back silently, went upstairs angrily, and locked the door.

After staring at the lock for a long time, he unscrewed it again.

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[Failed] Song Qingyue announced the "results of the battle" in the group.

Eleven o'clock was still the normal active time for college students, and the two returned almost in seconds.

【what's the situation? 】

Song Qingyue endured the embarrassment and described the incident in detail.

"Hahahahaha." In the dormitory, Leng Lan and Mao Banxue had already squeezed into a bed to eat melons together, Leng Lan laughed and burst into tears, "Song Song is really laughing me to death."

Mao Banxue couldn't help laughing, but compared to the irresponsible Leng Lan, as an assist and roommate, she must of course contribute her own strength.

[So what's the situation now? 】

The child answered honestly: [I sleep in the guest room downstairs, and I will be sent back tomorrow morning. 】

[You are stupid! 】Leng Lan spoke earnestly, and typed quickly, 【Shouldn't you sneak into the bed at this time, and reap a wave of goodwill by selling miserably?Are you really just staying there so honestly? 】

Song Qingyue thought about it, [But I'm afraid that Lin Qingqian will be angry, and I guess she will lock the door behind her. 】

【Absolutely not! 】Mao Banxue said with certainty, 【Trust me, Boss Xiao Lin must have left the door for you! 】

【real? 】Xiao Song is dubious.

[Go boldly! 】

Song Qingyue looked at the chat records, gritted his teeth, got up, and walked back to the second floor.

When she came to the door of Lin Qingqian's bedroom, she took a deep breath and slowly pressed the handle.

The door was not locked.

She was overjoyed, closed the door again, and slipped into Lin Qingqian's quilt.

Lin Qingqian turned her back to the child, and the corner of her mouth twitched into a smirk.

Not too stupid.

Song Qingyue looked at the time on his phone. It was only ten minutes before the "accident" and he said that Lin Qingqian fell asleep right away.

With her mind firmly in mind, she leaned over slowly, wrapped her arms around Lin Qingqian's slender waist from behind, and pulled a belt into her arms.

Lin Qingqian's face was a little red, but her eyes were still closed and she remained calm.

"Lin Qingqian, are you asleep?" A child's soft voice came from behind her, and the warm breath sprayed on the back of her neck, causing a dense layer of pimples to appear in an instant.She could hardly control her urge to turn around and hug the child, took a deep breath, and said coldly, "Get down!"

The child still doesn't know that this person is a knife-mouthed bean curd heart, she smiled, boldly, and gently kissed Lin Qingqian's slender neck.

Lin Qingqian's whole body trembled from the warmth and cold dampness.Although there were kissing scenes in the "trial" of the crew before, but at that time, the two of them had their own thoughts. Except for occasional encounters during filming, they really never seriously kissed anything other than their lips.At this time, the child gently explored the "New World", which made her body slowly soften.

She quickly broke away from the embrace of the person behind her, sat up, turned on the bedside night light, brushed her hair, and said with a serious expression: "Didn't you say that you wanted to chase me again? Is this also counted as chasing me again?"

The child was at a loss for a moment, Lin Qingqian looked at her flustered look, and held back her smile.

Song Qingyue quickly realized that although her IQ dropped a little due to consideration of gains and losses, she was still above the level.If Lin Qingqian really didn't want to come up by herself at all, just lock the door.

Now that the door is open, it is enough to explain something.

She quickly calmed down, thinking of what Leng Lan said about "selling miserable", she had an idea in her mind.

Lin Qingqian saw that the child lowered his head, turned to one side, and cried a little: "I was wrong, I just... miss you so much," she was a little bit surprised - after all, the child's acting skills are not as good as she was when she was not around. She must have made great progress in the past few months, and now she can't even tell if this is a child's performance or an expression of true feelings.

She stretched out her hand hesitantly, and touched the child's shoulder, "I don't blame you, I just feel..."

"I know," Song Qingyue rushed to answer, "I knew it too soon, but I really haven't hugged you for a long time." Her original intention was to act, but these words were those nights when she missed Lin Qingqian True thoughts, so as she spoke, she felt a little sour in her heart, "I really miss you."

Not acting.Lin Qingqian made a judgment, and she blinked her sore eyes.

In those few months, why wasn't he like this?

She touched the child's head, "Just today." She sighed, turned off the night light, lay down again, reached out and hugged the child, and whispered, "Sleep."

Song Qingyue sniffed, thinking about it, and came up with an idea for a showy operation.

In the dark, she said softly, "Lin Qingqian, I'm in a little pain."

Lin Qingqian was very concerned, "Where does it hurt? Let me rub it for you."

The child hugged her tightly, and said in a low voice, "I fell on my ass before."

Lin Qingqian's grinding teeth sounded in the darkness.

The child "molested" the man perfectly, and he stopped when he saw it, and coughed lightly: "It doesn't hurt so much now."

Lin Qingqian was annoyed, "If you do this again, you will really be thrown away."

The night fell into silence again, but there was an extra person on the bed.

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At one o'clock in the morning, Leng Lan yawned: "Maomao, are you still awake?"

There was no sound from the opposite bed.

"I said I went to bed earlier, and I was still waiting stupidly." She turned over, put down her phone and stretched, "Song Song hasn't heard from Song Song at one o'clock in the morning, it seems that he succeeded."

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Song Qingyue, who was sent back to school by Uncle Song, woke up early in the morning and did not see Lin Qingqian, but left a note and breakfast on the table.

Lin Qingqian's handwriting was as beautiful and sharp as ever. Song Qingyue bit the bread, admired it for a while, and put it in his bag.

All morning, except for class time, she was thinking about pursuing Lin Qingqian.

Although the relationship between the two has long surpassed that of ordinary couples, but if you release it yourself, of course you have to go all out to complete it.

So she chose to consult two roommates: "If you want to chase people, how do you chase them?"

Leng Lan scratched her head, "I saw that TV shows are full of gifts, such as famous brand bags, big-name lipsticks and so on. But Xiao Lin always doesn't lack these." She thought in confusion, "What can Xiao Lin always lack?"

Mao Banxue knocked her on the head, "Don't use your experience of watching dramas to guide the actual operation?" She said to Song Qingyue seriously, "It doesn't matter what you give, the important thing is to let Xiao Lin always feel your heart. What gift did you give Mr. Xiaolin?"

Song Qingyue looked a little embarrassed: "9999 roses..."

The two said in unison: "It's bloody."

"But it's still useful, it's better than those brand-name bags that don't seem to be distracted," Mao Banxue concluded, and suddenly remembered something, "Has Mr. Xiaolin ever given you anything?"

Song Qingyue had a smile on his face: "I gave her the fondant cake she made herself."

Leng Lan yelled: "Let me see!", and sat down with a swipe.

Song Qingyue found the photo and handed it to the two of them.

Leng Lan's starry eyes popped out: "Although it's ugly, but it's so thoughtful!" She collapsed on the bed with a snap, tossing and turning: "The dog is sitting at home, and the food comes from the sky, why should I look! Why should I look!"

The two routinely ignored the convulsed child.

"Ms. Xiao Lin sent more gifts than you put your heart into," Mao Banxue sighed, and suddenly she slapped her head, "The direction is wrong."

Song Qingyue was not ashamed to ask, "What do you mean?"

"Xiao Lin always has everything, so don't think about giving gifts, you have to start with some more ordinary things to impress her heart!" Mao Banxue looked at Song Qingyue, "Can you cook?"

Song Qingyue was stunned, "I know a little bit, but I can learn."

"Very good!" Mao Banxue nodded, "This is the best way, Xiao Lin can always feel your love for her from your progress in cooking!"

Song Qingyue was eager to try: "There are no classes for seven or eight classes today, so I'll ask Lin Qingqian if she's going home for dinner."

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Lin Qingqian made a stop gesture, signaling the speaker to stop and get up to answer the phone.

All the high-level people present here looked at each other, and they all saw surprise in each other's eyes.

Who can pull the workaholic Mr. Kobayashi away from the table in the conference room.

The door wasn't closed tightly, and vague voices drifted in, and a few sporadic words could be heard: "Meeting... working overtime... not coming back..."

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay: Why does Mr. Xiao Lin's words sound so much like a report?

"Okay, then come here, and bring the question with you." Lin Qingqian finally entered the door and said such a sentence, and the rest of the people heard it clearly, and saw the gentle smile on the face of the unsmiling Mr. Lin just now. meaning.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Qingqian resumed her unsmiling appearance, and said seriously, "The meeting continues." She flipped through the documents in her hand, "Where did we just talk?"

The person below added, "It's about layoffs."

"Yes." Lin Qingqian nodded, "Let's continue."

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After dumping more than a dozen dishes, replenishing the ingredients in the refrigerator twice, and changing five or six recipes, Master Song, who has been busy for two hours, finally made a table of dishes that can be eaten.

She checked the time, hurriedly found an insulated box, called the driver, and took herself to the forest, forgetting to wear a mask in a hurry.

"It's finally here. What is it that is hiding on the phone from me?" Lin Qingqian looked at Song Qingyue who slipped in and laughed, and waved away the bamboo cup beside him.

Zhu Gong gave a warm reminder with great insight: "Miss Yue, do you want to lock the door?"

The two looked at each other, Lin Qingqian's face was a little hot, coughed twice, and turned his head to look at the scenery outside the window.

Song Qingyue smiled, and locked the door resolutely after the bamboo cup went out.

With a smirk on Zhu Gong's face, he looked at the closed door, then shook his head, shook off the inappropriate aunt's smile on his face, walked into the secretary's office with a serious expression, and looked at the first time he stayed behind. Jin Shan, who worked overtime: "Have you done the case analysis you were asked to do?"

Jin Shan looked at the tall file in front of her, then rubbed her wrist and arm that were sore from typing, and said with a mournful face, "Assistant Zhu, can I stop doing this?"

"No." Zhu Gong refused politely, without a trace of human touch, "When will I finish get off work today and when will I leave work? Wake up in an hour and do it again.”

Jin Shan could only continue typing while crying.

Who knows why Assistant Zhu said today that she would take care of herself, she was very happy at the beginning, how could she have thought of such hellish torture?If it wasn't for the slightest impression in her mind, she even suspected that it was Assistant Zhu's revenge.

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Lin Qingqian watched the child take out several layers of thermal insulation buckets from the bag, and asked in surprise, "You made it?"

The child proudly puffed out his chest, "Yes!"

Lin Qingqian pulled out her chopsticks, twisted open the lid, and said with a smile, "You can eat it."

"Of course it can be eaten!" Song Qingyue said that her cooking skills were insulted, but she quickly stopped, "It's just that the appearance is not very good."

"Indeed." Lin Qing nodded in agreement, turned over the charred fish with chopsticks, "Is this burnt?"

"No, no," Song Qingyue waved his hand, "Accidentally put too much soy sauce, I promise it won't burn."

"This," Lin Qingqian picked up a chopstick of potato shreds, "I can still practice the knife skills, and it has been stewed for a long time."

"The braised pork tastes better with some cooking wine."

"The saltiness of the soup is just right, but you can add some pepper at the end."

Song Qingyue slowly drooped his head, without saying a word.

Lin Qing smiled slightly, and took a big mouthful of rice, "Well, it's really just that the appearance is not very good, and the taste is good."

"Really!" The child's eyes lit up.

Lin Qingqian was also a famous gourmet in her previous life. Although she wasn't picky about what she ate, her quality of food was still high.

The taste of this meal can only be regarded as ordinary, and the appearance deducted a few points.

Just because the person cooking is different.She took a big mouthful of food, which seemed to be able to hold back the heat in the corners of her eyes.

The child smiled happily, "Eat slowly, the amount is enough." She rested her chin and looked at Lin Qingqian who was grilling the rice, and the expression on her face gradually changed as she watched the food gradually decrease.

This is for two people, and she hasn't eaten yet!

Lin Qingqian looked up, with a mournful face: "The amount is a bit too much, I can't finish it."

Seeing the unfathomable look on the child's face, a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, and her face turned red, "You haven't eaten yet?"

Song Qingyue lowered his head and snickered: "It's okay, I'll lose weight."

Lin Qingqian rubbed her head in dissatisfaction: "That can't be done, you are still growing, now..." She thought about the child's height, "I have 168."

"Just a little bit, 167.8." Song Qingyue remembered these things clearly, because Lin Qingqian was a standard 170, and he couldn't be shorter than her.

After all, I am... ahem, Gong, right?

Lin Qingqian looked at the leftovers, and it would definitely not be suitable for children to eat, "Forget it, I'll go back and make it for you tonight. You grow slowly, maybe you can even run around."

Song Qingyue subconsciously ignored the latter sentence, and focused on the former sentence: "Can you cook?"

Lin Qingqian pinched her face, "Why, look down on people." She was eager to try, "I'll show you tonight."

"Okay!" In the mixed emotions of "Lin Qingqian can cook and seems to be doing very well, then I'm out of class" and "Lin Qingqian's cooking really wants to try, why is she still not off work" In the end, the latter dominated.The child was very interested, "Why are you still off work, but you are not doing anything."

Lin Qing smiled slightly, "I'm waiting for a report, and I'll leave work after I sign it again. Anyway, there's nothing to do now, so show your questions."

Song Qingyue looked strange, and took out the advanced mathematics book and A4 paper.

Other people's dates are usually movie milk tea, how come it's my turn to become a high number working overtime?

Lin Qingqian looked at the questions carefully, "These questions are actually not difficult. They are all about the use of basic knowledge points. It's just that Lao Zhang's questioning ideas are always clever. Look at this, the questions are very misleading. We Generally, if you see such a formula, don’t you just go straight to the L’Hopital’s rule? And in fact, it can be done if you keep on with the L’Hopital’s. Although it is very troublesome, it is much easier to change it first, and then do it like this?”

Song Qingyue stared dumbfounded at Lin Qingqian's operation on the calculation paper and finally came up with the answer, "Don't you even have to think?"

"Ah, no need for this." Lin Qing smiled slightly, "If you intend to take the postgraduate entrance examination in the future, if you do a few more sets of questions, you can answer them in seconds. If you can't do it now, it's like the knowledge you just learned in high school. It is not necessarily the same when doing college entrance examination questions, this is a truth.”

She looked up at Song Qingyue: "Do you understand?"

The child looked at the white paper again and nodded, "Understood."

"Okay, let's move on to the next question."

When the report was delivered, Yun, who had been happily waiting outside the door to open it and was already imagining the intense situation inside the locked door, saw a table of high-level calculation papers on Mr. Kobayashi's desk, with a complicated expression on his face.

Lin Qingqian took the report, glanced at it, nodded, and signed: "It will take effect tomorrow, understand?"

"Yes."

When there were only two people left in the office, Lin Qingqian stretched her waist, looked at the messy white paper on the table, "Let's hand it over to Lao Zhang tomorrow, and don't worry if you settle it early."

Thanks to the original owner's mathematical talent, she was able to solve these problems.

"What if Lao Zhang asks?" Song Qingyue looked at the white paper on the table in distress, "He gave me a semester."

Lin Qingqian spat at her, "Is the relationship between us so unremarkable?"

The child's eyes lit up, "What's the relationship between us?"

Lin Qingqian didn't leave anyone with a clue: "The former partner, the current friendship, what's wrong with teaching you a few advanced math questions?"

"Tch, it's boring." The child muttered.

"Let's go home, what do you want to eat?"

"I want to eat your noodles."

"...If it weren't for the extra word, I would consider you a hooligan. Do you want sliced ​​noodles? I'll make noodles."

"do it yourself?"

"if not?"

The two walked out of the forest gate together.

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Song Qingyue looked at Lin Qingqian who was busy in the kitchen, with a smile on his face that he didn't know.

The bell rang suddenly, but Lin Qingqian didn't look back: "Qingyue, answer the phone for me."

"It's Brother Luo Yong." Song Qingyue picked up the phone.

"Lin Qingqian, you and Qingyue have been photographed." Luo Yong's distorted voice came from the other end of the phone.