It's too hard for a green tea man to match him

Yu Qiu was drunk.

When I woke up, it was already the next morning, and the morning light playfully penetrated into the gaps in the curtains, leaving bright and slender footprints on the floor.

He didn't remember how he got on the bed, he only vaguely remembered that he had entered that dream again.

There was Shen Mingdeng in the dream.

He asked Shen Mingdeng an extremely embarrassing question, and he felt suffocated just thinking about it.

Fortunately it was just a dream.

The phone was neatly placed on the bedside table, Yu Qiu looked at the time, it was 09:30 in the morning.

I didn't take a bath, take care of myself, or exercise last night. It really shouldn't be done!

He hurried into the bathroom, washed it clean, and carefully applied the mask.

In view of the "dream" last night, Yu Qiu does not want to meet Shen Mingdeng for the time being.He pressed his ear to the door, and when he heard no movement outside, he opened the door and went out.

The living room was quiet and empty, the dining room and kitchen were tidy and clean, having been tidied up last night.

Hungry in his belly, Yu Qiu fried an egg and boiled a cup of milk. The mask was just in time, so he tore it off and ate it.

With added energy, the brain began to function normally.

The more he thought about it, the more wrong he felt.

So he sent Si Ting a WeChat message: [When did you end last night? 】

[Brother Ting: Around nine o'clock.Your wine taste is good enough, Lao Shen and I didn't notice it when we were drunk, hahahahaha. 】

Yu Qiu tentatively said: [I seem to have fallen asleep on the chair. 】

[Brother Ting: That's right, when I come out after washing the dishes, you'll be lying on the bed. 】

Yu Qiu couldn't help frowning: [Brother Shen sent me back to my room? 】

[Brother Ting: Yes.I told you that Lao Shen just looks cold, but he is actually quite warm-hearted. 】

Yu Qiu moved his fingers expressionlessly: 【I know. [呲牙][呲牙][呲牙]]

Shen Mingdeng sent him back to his room, who was so drunk?How did you send it?

Also, was the sentence he asked, a dream or reality?

Yu Qiu tapped his head, covered his face and turned off the phone. Why did he drink the broken piece?

He has to remember.

After a while, Si Ting sent another message: [Xiao Qiu, he rejected the contract. [crying]]

Yu Qiu froze for a moment, Meng Pingjiang didn't want to?

He frowned and thought for a while, about to understand.

In the dream, Meng Pingjiang signed a contract with a brokerage company because of cyber violence.

With his intervention this time, Meng Pingjiang is still doing his part-time job safely, without the opportunity to enter the showbiz.

For a moment, Yu Qiu didn't know whether he was right or wrong.

He solemnly asked: [What do you think about him? 】

[Brother Ting: What idea?I just thought he was very inspirational and wanted to help him. 】

[Yu Qiu: I took it for granted before, maybe he doesn't need help. 】

【Brother Ting: So what should we do? 】

Yu Qiu laughed: [Do you wish him well, or do you wish him bad? 】

[Brother Ting: Of course I hope he is well!Wouldn't it be nice to make more money? 】

Yu Qiu patiently explained: 【If he doesn't like it, no matter how much he can earn, it's useless. 】

[Brother Ting: Makes sense.But I've inquired about his part-time job, it's summer vacation, he can be busy, what if school starts?After going to school, he doesn't have the spare energy to do so many jobs. 】

Yu Qiu: [Then wait until school starts. 】

He put down his phone and sighed inwardly.

Si Ting was born in a wealthy family, and since he was a child, everything has been smooth and smooth, and it is easy to do what he wants to do. The only time he hit a wall is probably because of Meng Pingjiang.

Meng Pingjiang has a lot of shining points in him, and it is expected that Young Master Si will be attracted.

However, the life experiences of the two have shaped two completely different value orientations, and it is inevitable to stumble.

Life is not only a romantic and poetic encounter, but also a mixed accommodation.

Just like his parents.

Si Ting hasn't realized his intentions until now, or maybe he is aware of it but is unwilling to admit it. If there is no external stimulation, he will probably shrink into the turtle shell for a long time to escape.

Yu Qiu drank the last sip of milk, packed up and went out.

Without Shen Mingdeng as the driver, he chose to take the subway.It's not rush hour, and there are not many people on the subway.

He found a place to sit down, turned on his phone and acted like a bow-head.

WeChat has two messages.

One was to Ms. Xiang: [Xiao Qiu, are you still used to living there?Come back if you're not used to it, we don't care about your brother Shen's affairs. 】

He smiled and replied: [I'm used to it, Brother Shen also takes good care of me. 】

The other one is from Wen Ce: [I got full marks in the exam!Let's sign up for the exam together! 】

He replied: [OK, make an appointment. 】

Yu Qiu cut out the WeChat interface, and suddenly froze.

He doesn't have many WeChat friends, but most of them can be related to Shen Mingdeng, except for the newly added Meng Pingjiang.

Because of the shadow of his childhood, he rarely got close to people at school, never had close friends, and had nothing but a shielded class group.

Just now he secretly sighed that Si Ting was running away, didn't he also choose to shrink back?

this is not good.

If you don't make many friends, how can you meet high-quality young men and have a casual encounter?

Yu Qiu learned from the pain and decided to make a change.

Start with acquaintances.

He logged into the game, found handsome Gao who was online, and sent a series of numbers to him.

[Gao Dashuai:? 】

[Wu Huohuo: My phone number, you can contact me when you come to Huajing. 】

[Gao Dashuai: Touched.jpg]

Comes with your own number.

[Wu Huohuo: By the way, add a WeChat for easy contact. 】

It took a while for Gao Dashuai to reply: [Okay. 】

Should have been struggling.

It fits his three-dimensional character.

His WeChat business card is in English, with a blue circle around his profile picture, and his Moments are set to be visible for only three days, and nothing can be seen.

Yu Qiu didn't use his real name either.

The two teamed up for a few games, and when the subway arrived at the station, Yu Qiu called out to get off the line and walked towards the direction he remembered.

His parents died unexpectedly, leaving him a considerable inheritance, including a villa.

He bought the villa when he was nine years old, not far from his mother's storefront. After so many years, the exterior walls are a bit old.

Most of the money for the villa was earned by his father as an actor.Although Mr. Yu is not a popular actor, his acting skills are good, and he has many film appointments. He has participated in several popular dramas, and his nationality is not bad.

A duplex villa with a small garden.

When she first moved in, Ms. Tao was still excitedly making plans, saying that she would plant some flowers and plants in the garden, and then raise a smart border shepherd, so that the family could live a fairy-like life in peace and harmony.

Yu Qiu opened the courtyard door, only to see a field of weeds, barren and desolate.

He rubbed the center of his brows, restrained the soreness in his eyes, walked through the weeds and stepped up the steps.

There is a thick fence next to the steps, and a flower pot on the fence is grinning. After nine years of wind and sun, it is no longer as beautiful as it was before, and it may break if touched.

Yu Qiu stepped into the house.

The house is covered with white dustcloth everywhere, like a mourning hall, without a trace of life.Dust piled up on the dustcloth, and cobwebs were densely covered in the corners, and this place seemed to be a paradise for spiders.

He went up to the second floor and pushed open a door.

The golden sunlight shines through the glass windows, and the embroidered screen on the wall reflects the dazzling light, and the radiant embroidery thread in the frame can be faintly seen.

This is a specially furnished embroidery room, located in the deepest and most remote corner of the second floor, but there is a small garden outside the window. Sitting behind the embroidery frame, you can look up and see the blue sky and green branches and leaves outside the window.

Ms. Tao tried in vain to create a life like a heron, friend and couple, but she was finally defeated by the common people.

There are all kinds of embroidery equipment in the embroidery room. Yu Qiu only needs to lift the dust cloth, set up the shelf, arrange the embroidery thread, and then sit down and thread the needle.

And he did.

"President Shen, the report is over." Miffy said respectfully holding the document.

Shen Mingdeng did not respond.

Miffy: "...Mr. Shen?"

Boss Shen, who they love the most about work, has lost his mind? !

Shen Mingdeng suddenly came back to his senses, a trace of annoyance flashed in his eyes behind the lens, and he said solemnly: "Well, I got it, assign tasks according to the plan."

Miffy turned away in response.

"Wait." Shen Mingdeng stopped him, "I remember you have a younger brother."

"Ah, yes."

Miffy didn't understand why this topic came up, and waited in a daze for the leader to continue speaking.

"How is your relationship?" Shen Mingdeng's attitude was casual, as if he was just chatting about family matters.

As a confidant assistant, Mi Fei has never heard Mr. Shen talking about personal affairs with others. Even the fact that he has a younger brother, he asked Mr. Shen for leave for his younger brother, and Mr. Shen knew about it.

Although he was surprised, he still replied seriously: "It's good, boy, there are always times when you are naughty."

Shen Mingdeng nodded, sometimes he was really naughty.

"But there are also good times."

Shen Mingdeng nodded again, but he was indeed well-behaved.

"Mr. Shen asked this for what?"

"Your brother... does he like to cry?" Shen Mingdeng asked, "What if he does?"

Miffy has a lot of experience: "He's tough, he doesn't cry very much, even if he cries, he howls dryly, don't worry about it."

"..."

"Mr. Shen?"

Shen Mingdeng turned the cap of his pen: "There is no time to really cry?"

"Yes, I have."

"Tell me."

Miffy thought for a while: "It depends on why you are crying."

"What if it's because of you?" Shen Mingdeng asked expectantly.

"Because of me?" Miffy couldn't help laughing, "I probably made him cry, don't worry about it."

Shen Mingdeng: "..."

He waved his hand, "Go out."

Miffy left the office with question marks in his head, Mr. Shen is really weird today.

The strange Mr. Shen stared at the computer desktop, and after a while his eyes fell on his arm again.

The place where the tears fell last night seemed to be still faintly hot.

He could tell the difference between real crying and fake crying.

In the past, Yu Qiu used his tears to dig holes for him, so that he was criticized by his parents. He could deal with it indifferently, ignore it, and have no psychological burden on it.

But this time something is different.

Shen Mingdeng was a little confused, he even wondered if his previous cold treatment was also a kind of injury?

In "Dream of Red Mansions", Lin Daiyu called Jia's mother a grandmother, and she was careful in her life.

What about Yu Qiu?

Suddenly entering a completely unfamiliar environment, will he do inappropriate things out of panic?

Shen Mingdeng unscrewed and closed the pen cap, unscrewed and closed again, repeating this action mechanically until there was a knock on the office door.

He sat down solemnly, "Come in."

Wen Ce came in with a cup of coffee. He was wearing a casual shirt and trousers, and with that half-race face, he was quite charming and handsome.

"Shen, you invited me back to China to cooperate with you before, and you said you would wash me some dust, but things have been delayed too much, how about tonight?"

Shen Mingdeng didn't want to understand some things, and he didn't want to go back to see Yu Qiu for the time being, so he nodded and said: "It's to catch up with the wind and cleanse the dust, you should add some idioms."

"Learning." Wen Ce took a sip of coffee, "Remember to call Autumn, I heard he is your younger brother."

"Autumn?"

"It's autumn."

"His name is Yu Qiu." Shen Mingdeng corrected with a frown, paused, and said, "How do you know each other?"

Last time at Jinding, he saw that Yu Qiu and Wen Ce knew each other, and he always had doubts in his heart.

"This is a beautiful fate. He has helped me a lot. My heart is still too warm. I like him very much!"

"..."

Shen Mingdeng's forehead was throbbing with blue veins: "He has a warm heart. Wen Ce, in the traditional culture of Huaguo, most emotional expressions are reserved and introverted. Don't say your 'like' easily."

Wen Ce was puzzled: "Really? But I see that people on the Internet are very enthusiastic."

"The web is not the same as reality."

"Oh, that's fine." Wen Ce shrugged, "Remember to bring Qiu with you, you're so boring."

Shen Mingdeng: "..."

"Please yourself, and please call him Yu Qiu."