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

Lin Qingqian's hand holding the plate trembled, and the plate almost fell over.

"You, you... how did you find it!" She sternly slapped her inwardly, "How can you look through my documents?"

The child looked at her faintly, "I didn't look through it, it just appeared in the frequently used folder for quick access."

Lin Qingqian hesitated for a moment, and looked at Song Qingyue weakly, "I...you, what do you want to say?"

Song Qingyue had an unpredictable expression on his face: "I was just wondering why it is in the first place in the frequently used folder."

The woman on the opposite side drooped her head, her toes awkwardly tapped the ground: "It's just...often, a little bit."

Seeing that the timing was almost up, the child relaxed his expression, pulled Lin Qingqian to sit down at the table, and moved his head. "You give me a copy, and I will forget the past."

"No," Lin Qingqian quickly refused, "What does this look like for you?"

"Okay, if you don't copy it, don't copy it." Song Qingyue seemed to have thought that Lin Qingqian would refuse, but took a step back happily, "Then you have to call me when you watch it later."

Why Lin Qingqian can secretly make up lessons.

Lin Qingqian raised her head and looked at the child in confusion.

How strange it sounds.

The relationship between the two of them went off due to a little carelessness, and they still watch this stuff together?

Not to mention that Song Qingyue's learning talent is still so strong.

"Okay." She thought for a while, and for some secret reason, she nodded in agreement.

Hey, I feel as if I have sold myself.

The child put it away as soon as it was ready, put the computer aside, looked at the three dishes and one soup on the table, raised his eyebrows in surprise, and looked at Lin Qingqian who was still thinking "whether he was sold by himself", with admiration He praised: "You are so fast."

Mr. Xiao Lin has been very sensitive to this kind of words describing speed since he secretly made up lessons from time to time. She glanced at Song Qingyue angrily.

The dishes must look good and smell good.Three dishes and one soup, the dishes are full of attractive colors and aromas: the amber sweet and sour pork ribs are dry and moist, sweet and sour, but not greasy; the braised prawns are light red, shiny, and full; the stir-fried lotus root is tender and crisp Refreshing, with the fragrance of tender lotus root, garnished with some red peppers, it is refreshing and has the heat of peppers; at the end is a simple bowl of tofu soup, with some seaweed floating on the bright yellow soup surface, light and timeless.

The child swallowed and murmured, "It looks delicious."

Lin Qingqian handed over a pair of chopsticks, "Then give it a try?" She filled a bowl full of rice for Song Qingyue.

Song Qingyue showed embarrassment, "I haven't eaten so much food for a long time."

"Believe in my craftsmanship, I can finish it." Lin Qingqian raised her eyebrows proudly, "I will take you out for fun in the afternoon. There is a very good shooting club on the outskirts of Shanghai. I know the owner very well. He said it was reserved."

The child took the bowl and sat down, stretched out his chopsticks and took a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs into his mouth.

The sweet and sour soup bursts between the teeth and lingers between the lips and teeth, bringing the ultimate enjoyment to the taste buds.Song Qingyue raised his head in surprise, put another chopsticks of sweet and sour pork ribs into his mouth, and said, "Lin Qingqian, this is delicious!"

Lin Qing watched with a slight smile as she picked up the rice and put on gloves to help the child peel the shrimp.

Song Qingyue's head buried in the bowl suddenly raised his head, frowning and tilting his head, "Is this a little different from the sweet and sour pork ribs I've eaten before?"

"What's the difference?" Lin Qingqian flexibly peeled off the prawns and put them into the children's bowl.

"The one I ate has that ketchup flavor, but yours doesn't." After carefully identifying it for a while, the child said.

"This is Sichuan cuisine. The tomato sauce you mentioned is only used in Shanghai cuisine."

"But it's quite sweet." The child savored it carefully for a while, then frowned and expressed doubts, "Why?"

Lin Qingqian had a slightly smug smile on her face, "I used rock sugar to stir-fry the amber color of the sugar, and when it came out of the pan, it was seasoned with rice vinegar."

"Awesome!" Song Qingyue gave a thumbs up and picked up a few more chopsticks. "Wow, it's not what I imagined. It's hot and sour." She looked at the dish curiously. At first I wondered why you put chili peppers in there.”

Lin Qingqian stuffed a shrimp into her mouth.

"Well, the shrimp is delicious too." The child came over with a satisfied face, and ate the shrimp with Lin Qingqian's hand.

Lin Qingqian's fingers touched Lin Qingqian's fingers with her red lips dyed by pepper, even through the gloves, Lin Qingqian's hands curled up unconsciously for a while.

She used to feed shrimps to children, but that was before the filming of "The Lone Wolf". At that time, she never thought that she would have such a relationship with Song Qingyue a year later.

The touch of the soft lips reminded her of how sweet and mellow it was when she was kissed, her throat rolled slightly, and the lips were a little dry.

The child suddenly realized, and hurriedly said, "Lin Qingqian, you can eat too."

Lin Qingqian hasn't moved her chopsticks yet.

A soft cry pulled Lin Qingqian out of that charming reverie, she gouged out a look at the child who broke the atmosphere, withdrew her hand, took off the disposable gloves and threw them into the trash can.

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"Well, it's so supportive." Song Qingyue glanced sadly at his round belly, which he hadn't eaten for a long time, touched it, and coquettishly towards Lin Qingqian, "Lin Qingqian, you cook less, I will get fat of."

Lin Qingqian tidied up the dining table, threw the dishes into the dishwasher, washed her hands, and sat back next to the child, "Lie down just after eating, so I'm not afraid of getting fat."

The child rubbed his head on Lin Qingqian's lap, wrapped around Lin Qingqian's waist, put his head on it, rubbed against Lin Qingqian's strong abdominal muscles, and groaned, "I'm too stretched, I don't want to move."

Lin Qingqian hugged her head with one hand, lifted her clothes with the other hand, stroked the child's stomach, and rubbed it gently.

The child's ears turned red visibly, grabbed Lin Qingqian's clothes, and whispered: "What are you doing?"

Lin Qing glanced at her, the movement of the hand rubbing her stomach remained unchanged, and the other hand gently scraped the bridge of her nose, "Which brat said he was full?"

The child twisted in her arms and muttered, "It's not your fault."

"Okay, blame me, blame me." Lin Qingqian laughed, "Rub it for you to speed up digestion, and then I will take you out to play."

The child felt Lin Qingqian's slender and cold fingers gently pressing on her lower abdomen, blushed a little more, and buried her head in Lin Qingqian's arms, "It's a good technique."

It was really comfortable, and I just wanted to fall on Lin Qingqian's body.

"That's right, I'm a skilled worker after all." Lin Qingqian teased the child.

"Yeah," Song Qingyue responded casually, and then Lin Qingqian almost saw a cat with its hair blown up jumping up, "What do you mean by skilled worker!"

Have you ever rubbed someone else's belly? !

Lin Qingqian suppressed a smile, "I used to train with cats and dogs."

"Oh," Song Qingyue smoothed out the blown fur all over her body, and within two seconds, she exploded again, "Lin Qingqian! Are you masturbating me like a cat or dog?"

Lin Qing dealt with the child's cat-maow fist with a slight smile. Seeing the pillows on the sofa flying out one by one, he could only be "forced" to launch a "counterattack", and soon easily grabbed Song Qingyue's two hands together He raised it above his head, and held the child in his arms with the other hand, "Okay, okay, I was wrong."

Do what you can't do, admit your mistake No.1.

The child was making a fuss, and lost his "attack power" at this time, so he leaned into Lin Qingqian's arms and rubbed, kneeling on either side of Lin Qingqian's legs, putting his head on her shoulders, next to her ear Muttering to himself, "Lin Qingqian, I always feel unreal."

"Well, what's the matter?" Lin Qingqian kissed her fair neck.

"You just said you would take me out to play?" the child asked Lin Qingqian as if confirming something.

"Yeah, what's the matter? Are you lazy and don't want to go out?" Lin Qingqian asked curiously.

"Yes or no," the child shook his head, relying on Lin Qingqian not being able to see her expression, there was a little mist in his eyes, "You took me to the staff elevator these few days, went to the supermarket with me, went to the I haven’t suppressed one of the hot searches several times, and I always have a feeling that we have announced it.”

Lin Qingqian laughed, and patted her hairy head, "How about announcing it, so what if it's not announced?"

She explained patiently: "I didn't announce it to inoculate your fans. As an idol who debuted in the talent show, and you have no strong works, announcing your relationship will have a great impact on you. But like now, we Not to announce nor to refute rumors, but to let them guess and crack candy is a positive direction."

"Well," Song Qingyue nodded, "I understand this, but I just don't think it's true." She looked at Lin Qingqian in confusion, "I always feel that I haven't caught you yet."

Lin Qingqian's heart trembled, did Song Qingyue also realize this problem?

What he showed in front of Song Qingyue was a gentle lover and a strong backing.But this is only one-sided self.

Due to her past experience, the child was protected too well by Lin Zhiyin and herself since she was a child. She probably became an idealist. She loves rules, believes in justice, and hates the dirty tricks and intrigues hidden under the water. .

But these things happen to be what I am best at.Unlike Song Qingyue, she prefers to call herself a "moral vacuum" and a pessimistic pragmatist.

Morality is something that will only become a drag in a business war, and often the two companies will fight to the end, and the comparison will be who is more shameless.

When two people are together, they naturally have to get in touch with each other's side that is closer to reality. At that time, will I be suspicious and disgusted by children with my unclean hands?

This is what Lin Qingqian is most afraid of.

She tried to let Song Qingyue get in touch with her own decision-making—for example, the person who made a small report with a bamboo handle, but the child obviously didn't understand.This is still a trivial matter, no matter whether he makes concessions or Song Qingyue doesn't interfere, it doesn't matter. What about when big things happen in the future?

Anxiety rose in her heart.

She thought for a while, then said softly: "Qingyue, do you think it's better to be an honest but stupid official or a greedy but capable official?"

This is a classic topic since ancient times.

The child made a choice almost without hesitation: "Of course, morality is the first priority."

"He is clean, but he can't do anything, can't help the people solve problems, the living standard has not been improved, and there is no way to deal with emergencies. Is such an official a good official?"

"But he doesn't do evil, Lin Qingqian, don't confuse the concepts." Song Qingyue said seriously, "There is a way but no skills, skills can still be sought, skills but no ways, stop at skills. The way to deal with things can be practiced The method is not something everyone is born with, but morality, if you lose it, you lose it. Corrupt officials are greedy for money today, stealing from the mouths of the people, and they may be greedy for fame and power in the future, betraying the country for glory, or betraying the leadership Come out."

Lin Qingqian seemed to be hit by a child in the most secret thing, and her face was a little pale.

Forget it, take your time.She smiled wryly, and touched Song Qingyue's head, her expression wandering.

"Lin Qingqian, why are you asking this?" The child didn't realize that Lin Qingqian's thoughts had diverged for a long time, but subconsciously felt something different in her heart. She looked into Lin Qingqian's eyes, confused ask.

"It's okay," Lin Qingqian woke up and turned around, "It's a matter of the company's selection of candidates. I'm thinking about which one to use. I'm asking for your opinion. Maybe a bystander can tell?"

"Oh," the child felt vaguely that something was wrong, but still nodded, "Then you must choose the honest one, after all," she muttered, "is there no honest and capable person? "

Lin Qing smiled slightly, "Yes."

In fact, there are many honest but capable people.

But it is not important that a person has ability, what is important is whether the ability can be used.And an upright person is often incompatible with the dirty environment around him. If he wants to do something, how can he not be affected and hindered by the surrounding environment?There is [-]% of the power, but only [-]% of it can be used, so what's the use?

Therefore, only those who are extremely powerful can maintain themselves in a filthy environment. If not, the ancient scholars would not be so respectful of the lotus that "comes out of the mud without staining", because it is really difficult.

Don’t you see that a coquettish man like Qu Yuan can only sigh after being exiled, "Long Tai breath to cover up tears, mourning the hardships of the people's life"; Tao Gong, who does not bend his waist for five buckets of rice, can only "picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, and seeing Nanshan leisurely" "; the literary talents are as overflowing as Li Bai, Du Fu and Xin Qiji, but they all lament that there is no way to serve the country.People who have really done something, such as Zhang Juzheng, are also very greedy, and they are just in harmony with the environment - how else would they do things?

From the Zhou Dynasty to the present, there are only three people who can change the world while maintaining themselves: Confucius, Wang Shouren, and a librarian at Peking University who did not want to be named.

For myself, I still have to be a moral vacuum.

But how do you tell the kids about this?

Lin Qingqian fell into a headache.

The child leaned on her, smoothed her frowning brows, and said softly: "If you find it difficult, you don't have to listen to me, I don't understand, you just make a decision."

"Ah, what?" Then Lin Qingqian quickly realized that what the child was talking about was his own random excuse and the choice of those two people.

The anxiety in her heart was slowly healed: at least for now, the child is still willing to give in because of herself, so there is still room for everything to turn around.

She smiled and touched the child's earlobe, "Okay, don't worry about it, take a rest, and go to the shooting club with me?"

The child leaned lazily in her arms, "I don't want to move, and I have no interest in guns."

Lin Qingqian rubbed her earlobe and thought, "I've already booked and paid off the show."

Song Qingyue coquettishly softly: "I don't want to go."

"I bet you will gain weight with a pack of spicy strips." Lin Qingqian used her trump card.Unexpectedly, the child would nonchalantly find a reason for not moving, "It's okay, I'm still growing, and my metabolism is supporting me, so I won't gain weight after eating a meal."

Xiao Lin was always speechless, so he had to silently take out his mobile phone and tell the other party that he was not going, but he still paid for the booking fee, "Then what do you want to do in the afternoon?"

Song Qingyue felt sleepy when he was full, sniffing the fragrance of Lin Qingqian's hair, and said in a long voice, "I want to sleep."

"It's a lazy cat, I guess you don't want to walk." Lin Qingqian scratched the bridge of her nose, hooked the child's hand around her neck, picked it up horizontally, and walked up the stairs.

The door was shut and the curtains drawn.

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#林青浪宋清越爱情人装#, which was originally the number one trending search, was quickly suppressed by another trending search.

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"At three o'clock this afternoon, a violent explosion occurred in a shooting club in the suburbs of Shanghai. The cause of the accident and the casualties are still under investigation."

The author has something to say: I have something to do at night, I haven't finished coding, I will make up at [-] noon on Sunday, I want Riwan!

Notice!The position of the characters in the article does not represent the position of the author!

Both of them are actually quite extreme, and it is impossible to say who is right and who is wrong. Lin Qingqian, as a "moral vacuum", is actually not a good person. Don't look at her with a protagonist filter. The essence of bourgeois exploitation is not because of her. It is the protagonist who will disappear, just like a kind landlord will also exploit long-term workers. This is the original sin of class.

Don't scold Xiao Song either, Xiao Song is not the Holy Mother, and her choice is not only because she has not been exposed to society, but more because of her experience when the Three Views were formed.Hopefully we can still have room for a righteous partner, a cynic.In other words, there are too few such people in the real world. We are looking for such people in the virtual network, people who dare to speak out against injustice, and people who can express disgust for filth.

The following running-in is not so much running-in as it is another form of two-way redemption. The two extremes are slowly brought by each other to a normal and good path.Xiao Song has to learn ideals and reality, Lin Qingqian also has to learn "the meaning of useless kindness" (spoiler, hahaha), in the future, Xiao Song will actually make more contributions to the relationship between the two parties (spoiler +1).