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

There is a hint of coolness in the autumn evening.

Shen Mingfeng's face sank like water.

The other end of the phone froze for a few seconds, and the man's voice was slightly hoarse: "There are still 15 minutes."

Yu Qiu's eyebrows were curved, and his tone was soft: "Brother, we saw Shen Mingfeng in the scenic spot, and he was with his classmates."

"En." Shen Mingdeng didn't take it to heart.

The contrast was too obvious, Shen Mingfeng was so angry that his face was distorted, his brows and eyes were fierce, and he stared at Yu Qiu viciously.

"Brother, is the restaurant booked?" Yu Qiu asked sweetly.

Shen Mingdeng didn't know what to think of, so he chuckled suddenly: "Go and wait at the door now, if you don't obey, you won't have anything to eat."

Yu Qiu raised his eyebrows, Shen Mingdeng realized that he was deliberately angry with Shen Mingfeng.

For Shen Mingdeng's sake, he shouldn't make things difficult for Shen Mingfeng.

He smiled, looked at Shen Mingfeng with his clear eyes, and his light brown eyes were dyed with a rose-colored glow.

"My brother is here to pick me up, goodbye."

Shen Mingfeng: "..."

Seeing Yu Qiu and the others walk away, he couldn't bear it anymore, and kicked the base of the statue hard, but was unlucky to be seen by the staff of the scenic spot, and was repeatedly reprimanded and educated.

Shen Mingfeng didn't know why Shen Mingfeng was so incompetent and furious at Yu Qiu. After he got in the car, he quietly took a look at Shen Mingdeng, feeling a little guilty.

After all, he was playing tricks on his cousin, would Shen Mingdeng really not care?

The phone rang, and Yu Qiu looked down.

【Lu Gao: That was this brother just now? 】

Yu Qiu moved his fingers: [Cousin. 】

【Lu Gao: What happened to robbing his brother? 】

Yu Qiu: [This matter is a long story, and you are too gossip. 】

[Lu Gao: Gossip is my life, so cut the long story short!I see that cousin's attitude towards you is very bad, you tell me, I can give you some advice. 】

Yu Qiu: 【Need your help? 】

[Lu Gao: Yes, your speech just now has a fresh and refined taste. I thought you were just a hardworking and kind-hearted little white flower. 】

Yu Qiu: […]

"I don't know your preferences, so I ordered a restaurant at random, please forgive me if it doesn't suit your taste." Shen Mingdeng said in a warm voice.

He spoke slowly and with a proficient aura. For a student like Liu He who had just entered university, there was nothing wrong with him.

"Brother Shen must have chosen well!" He said with a smile, "And I'm not picky about food."

"That's good."

Shen Mingdeng glanced at Lu Gao from the rearview mirror, "Where's Lu Gao?"

Lu Gao was surprised, but felt that it was reasonable, and he guessed right.

He deliberately looked at Yu Qiu, and replied lightly: "I have similar tastes to Yu Qiu, and Brother Shen must choose Yu Qiu's taste."

Yu Qiu:?

Where do they taste similar?

Shen Mingdeng tapped on the steering wheel, his voice lowered slightly: "Where is Student Lu from?"

"Soviet Province."

Shen Mingdeng: "I heard that Suzhou people don't adapt to the taste here?"

"Now the streets are full of cuisines from all over the world." Lu Gao showed no signs of timidity, and was not defeated by the logical loopholes he picked out.

Meng Pingjiang and Liu He looked at each other, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

As a tall and ruthless brother, Lu Gao's words really exceeded the standard.

And why do you feel that there is a fire and medicine between Lu Gao and Brother Shen?

It must be their illusion.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Yu Qiu went to the bathroom first, and Liu He and Meng Pingjiang also took the opportunity to come together.

Only Shen Mingdeng and Lu Gao were left in the box.

Shen Mingdeng didn't pay much attention to Lu Gao before, and only now did he take a closer look at him.

If you're not mistaken, the clothes the other party is wearing should be high-definition, and the words and deeds are not rigid, and I think they have a good family background.

He cut to the point: "Do you like boys and girls?"

Lu Gao's face was cold: "This is privacy."

Shen Mingdeng leaned back on the seat, crossed his hands on his knees, and behind the golden-rimmed glasses, his narrow and slightly raised Danfeng eyes were deep and cold. He turned his watch down and opened his long eyelashes again:

"Yu Qiu is my younger brother. I hope he can focus on his studies."

Lu Gao raised his teacup and took a sip, a faint smile appeared in his eyes: "Yu Qiu is very good, I like him very much."

Shen Mingdeng paused, and clasped the watch strap with his fingertips, forcefully suppressing the inexplicable annoyance.

The door opened suddenly, disrupting the inexplicably stagnant air.

Yu Qiu keenly sensed that something was wrong, smiled softly, and poured tea for Shen Mingdeng himself in a soft voice, "Brother Shen, thank you for coming to pick us up."

Under the soft light, those hands were translucently white, warm as jade, with a enamel-like luster, making the exquisite teapot in their hands pale.

Shen Mingdeng's eyes darkened slightly.

Just after using it, you won't be called "Brother" anymore?

He lowered his eyelashes and reached for the teacup. The teacup was a little small, and when his fingertips accidentally touched Yu Qiu, it felt soft and cool to the touch.

He couldn't help raising his eyes, and looked into the light brown eyes of the young man, like a shallow blue lake, with little ripples on the surface of the lake, gradually permeating to the end of the eyes, making the young man extraordinarily pure and elegant.

Shen Mingdeng's heart stabbed, like a cat's scratch, it was fleeting.

He stretched out his other hand to hold the bottom of the cup before Yu Qiu let go of the cup wall and pulled his hand out.

Feeling a little regret surged up suddenly, Shen Mingdeng held his teacup tightly, suppressed the inexplicable irritability, and regained control of the taxi in social situations.

He is knowledgeable and his speech hits the nail on the head, which attracted Liu He's praise again and again, and even Lu Gao listened with gusto, not to mention Meng Pingjiang.

Yu Qiu sipped his tea with his chin in his hands, and smiled silently.

It is worthy of being the academic god of Huajing University.

Satisfied with tea and food, Shen Mingdeng drove the three of Meng Pingjiang back to school, and then drove to Shen's house.

During the meal, he had already euphemistically found out that Yu Qiu was not in a relationship now, and he had no inclination towards that Lu Gao either.

Stop at the red light.

Shen Mingdeng couldn't help looking at Yu Qiu, the co-pilot.

No matter how ignorant he is, he can still feel that something is wrong with him.

Even if he regards Yu Qiu as his younger brother, even if he wants to care more about Yu Qiu, he shouldn't be too cautious and concerned about this kind of thing.

Whether Yu Qiu falls in love or not, and who he falls in love with, has nothing to do with him.

Shen Mingdeng took off his glasses, threw them under the windshield, and let out a slow breath.

"Are you nearsighted or not?" Yu Qiu asked curiously.

Shen Mingdeng looked forward, his thick eyelashes cast shadows under his eyes, his tone was mild, but his expression was a little stiff.

"Not myopic."

Yu Qiu understood.

It turned out to be used for installing B.

He wisely stopped asking and looked down at his phone.

[Lu Gao: Did you read the link I sent you? 】

Yu Qiu happened to be bored, so he clicked on the link and watched, his fingers froze on the screen, and his pupils were shocked.

Pseudo-orthopedics, pseudo-brothers, seniors, juniors, coercion, blackening, wolfdogs...

What are these? !

Unexpectedly, Lu Gao has a cold appearance, and he likes these in private, it's really sea water.

He casually scanned the copy of the novel in the link, and replied blankly: [The compulsory plot is suspected of being illegal and criminal, so I have reported it. 】

[Lu Gao:! ! ! 】

Yu Qiu raised his eyebrows: [Why are you posting these? 】

[Lu Gao: I want you to learn from it! 】

Yu Qiu pressed the screen hard: [Impossible, don't talk nonsense. 】

[Lu Gao: Based on my years of experience, I'm not talking nonsense. 】

Yu Qiu: "..."

what experience?Do you have experience reading novels?

He subconsciously looked at Shen Mingdeng.

The man focused on driving the car, and the neon light outside the window came in, casting a hazy filter on the broad side face.

It's really heart-stoppingly handsome.

but--

Yu Qiu pressed the screen in dismay: [He is a single person and intends to spend his whole life with his career. 】

【Lu Gao: How come...】

Yu Qiu ignored him and turned off the phone.

Tired after a day of shopping, he leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes to refresh himself. The noise outside the car was like a distant lullaby. Under the comfort of the car perfume, he slowly fell asleep.

The black car drove into Shen's garage.

Shen Mingdeng loosened his seat belt, and was about to call Yu Qiu out of the car, but stopped when his eyes fell on him.

The young man was leaning on the seat, his head tilted to the right, his fluffy and fine hair was rubbed up, and because of his twisted body, the seat belt tightly strangled his chest and waist, which may be uncomfortable. Handsome brows frowned slightly.

Shen Mingdeng couldn't figure it out clearly, he had already stretched out his hand, pressed the buckle accidentally, grabbed the strap with the other hand, and put it back gently and slowly, without making any sound during the whole process.

He supported Yu Qiu's chair with one hand, while the other hand was still on the latch of the seat belt. The whole body enveloped Yu Qiu, and he was very close. With a slight bow, he could touch the tip of the young man's straight nose.

A hint of sweet citrus lingers on the nose and gradually enters the heart.

The light in Shen Mingdeng's eyes fluctuated, he maintained this posture for a long while, and finally made up his mind, sat back down again, resting his fingers on the center of his brows, the beating of his chest was particularly vivid in the silent carriage.

A message notification sounded suddenly, alarming the two of them.

Shen Mingdeng returned to his usual calm appearance.

Yu Qiu opened his eyes in a daze, picked up his phone and saw it was a spam message.

When he regained his consciousness, he asked, "Why didn't you wake me up?"

Shen Mingdeng's face was hidden in the dim light of the garage, his voice was low and indifferent: "I was about to call you."

Without looking at Yu Qiu, he opened the door and got out of the car.

"go home."

The tone is still gentle, but the demeanor reveals an imperceptible alienation.

Yu Qiu has always been keen on emotional perception.

He got out of the car, looked at Shen Mingdeng's tense jawline, thought of the link to the novel that Lu Gao had sent him, and replied with a sneer: 【Stop reading unrealistic ones. 】

【Lu Gao:...】

Early the next morning, Yu Qiu got up and went downstairs, and met Shen Mingdeng who had just returned from morning exercise.

The man's temples were wet with sweat, his strong and powerful body was wrapped in loose sportswear, and his wheat-colored arms were well-textured and full of strength.

Male hormones are coming.

Yu Qiu opened his mouth and was about to say hello, but Shen Mingdeng just nodded slightly, and passed him by with a slightly calm expression, no different from usual.

He is such a character.

Being approachable these days is nothing more than fulfilling a brother's duty.

Yu Qiu pursed his lips.

It seemed that something was wrong with Shen Mingdeng since the way home yesterday.

Tired?

Going downstairs, greet Yan to have breakfast.

"Not waiting for Brother Shen?" He asked.

Xiang Yan: "He said the company is in a hurry and won't eat with us."

Yu Qiu:? ? ?

Someone's unhurried pace just now didn't look like he was in a hurry.

He rested his chin and looked at the porridge bowl in front of him, the spoon was stirring gently in the bowl, and the long eyelashes hanging down covered the thoughts in his eyes.

He had an intuition that Shen Mingdeng was running away.

Even when the relationship was tense, Shen Mingdeng never avoided his gaze.

But why?

Except for using him to anger Shen Mingfeng yesterday, I didn't do anything out of the ordinary.

"Is it the porridge that is not cooked well or has no appetite?" Seeing that he was absent-minded, Xiang Yan asked with concern.

Yu Qiu regained his senses, bent his lips and smiled: "No, I just thought that the employees of Brother Shen's company are on vacation, and the cafeteria is not open at noon. What does he eat?"

Xiang Yan Wenyan smiled.

The fact that Xiaoqiu cares about Ming Deng so much shows that the relationship between the two is getting closer, which is a good thing!

She thought about it seriously: "How about this, let the aunt at home prepare the meal, and let's send it over together."

Yu Qiu originally just said it casually, but unexpectedly proposed this suggestion to Yan.

It was difficult for him to refuse, and he thought of the few books that Wen Ce mentioned before, so he could take the opportunity to go to Shen Mingdeng's office to have a look.

"It's very sunny outside, so don't go, I'll deliver it." Yu Qiu paused, then said, "Anyway, I don't have anything to do today, why don't I come and try cooking, and you help me taste the taste?"

Xiang Yan was pleasantly surprised: "Then I want to try Xiao Qiu's handicraft!"

That's it.

Not long after, Shen Mingdeng took a shower, changed into formal clothes and went downstairs, took two buns, greeted him and went out.

"Xiaoqiu said that I will bring you lunch at noon, so you don't have to eat it yourself, do you hear me?" Xiang Yan Chaoxuan shouted.

Shen Mingdeng froze when he changed his shoes: "...um."

Miffy yawned, walked into the office with a briefcase in his hand, and met the expressionless face of his boss.

Although his boss used to be expressionless, he still sensed something was wrong.

He was suddenly called to work overtime during the holidays, and he had to face the depressed boss. Why is he so sad!

"Mr. Shen, here are the documents you want." Standing in front of his desk, he took out the project documents and handed them over carefully.

"En." Shen Mingdeng took the document and put it aside, his thick eyebrows were slightly raised, "Get ready, I will go to country M with me after the festival."

Miffy was surprised: "Mr. Shen, isn't M country going to send Manager Qian to discuss the cooperation case?"

"I'll go in person." Shen Mingdeng opened the file, his tone was a little heavy, "Please inform me."

"Ok."

Miffy turned around quickly and went out.

The door closed with a "click", which easily disrupted Shen Mingdeng's work thoughts.

He unconsciously turned the cap of his pen, unable to read a single word on the document, his gaze turned to the few books next to the computer inadvertently, and he suddenly smiled.

What "communication skills with children", what "touch children's soft heart", what "effective communication education" are all ridiculous actions of his self-righteousness.

Shen Mingdeng stared at it for a while, then stretched out his hand and stuffed all the books into the drawer, out of sight.

The humidifier had probably been used for a long time, and it kept making whirring noises. Shen Mingdeng was already restless, and his ears were poisoned, making him even more upset.

He dialed the internal line: "The humidifier in the office is broken, replace it with a new one."

Miffy: "...Good Mr. Shen."

The humidifier is fine.

What happened to Mr. Shen today?

Yu Qiu sneezed hard.

He put down the brush, took out paper and wiped it, looked at the somewhat messy manuscript, and sighed softly.

If he and Shen Mingdeng had maintained a "mutual distance" relationship from the beginning until now, Yu Qiu would not have thought about it, but they had clearly reconciled completely, and Shen Mingdeng's sudden appearance made people uneasy.

Leaving the unfinished manuscript behind, Yu Qiu got up and stretched a few times, which relieved the sore shoulders and back.

He has signed up for the art festival competition at the end of the year, and in the remaining months, all his energy will be devoted to his studies and career.

Relationships will only affect his future!

He decided that if Shen Mingdeng didn't appreciate it today, if he sent food today, he would...

"Xiaoqiu, I have prepared all the ingredients." Aunt Wang's voice came from outside the door.

Yu Qiu opened the door and smiled: "Here we come."

The two entered the kitchen, and Aunt Wang was assisting, waiting for Yu Qiu to show off her skills.

Hearing the sound, Xiang Yan came over, held up his mobile phone and said with a smile: "This is the first time Xiaoqiu cooks, I have to take a picture of it as a souvenir."

Yu Qiu: "..."

All right, as long as you are happy.

Xiang Yan and Aunt Wang only regarded him as a whim, and didn't expect much from his cooking skills, but when they saw that he was familiar with his cooking skills, they all widened their eyes.

"Xiao Qiu, you really know how to cook?!" Xiang Yan asked in shock.

Yu Qiu smiled, "I just learned it not long ago. I don't know if it tastes good. I asked Brother Shen and Brother Ting to try it for me. They said it was okay, otherwise I wouldn't dare let you try it."

"It would be nice if Ming Deng was half as caring as you." Xiang Yan was so worried that the lines of laughter at the corners of his eyes couldn't stop.

"There is a lot of oily smoke in the kitchen, you go out and wait, it will be fine in a while."

As Yu Qiu spoke, he skillfully stir-fried the ingredients, his white arms were exposed to the oily smoke, and Xiang Yan was both moved and distressed.

Children without parents are always more sensible than others and live more cautiously.

She went back to the living room, sent the video to the sister group, and added: [She said she just learned how to cook, so she wants to make it for me! 】

[This is the child from the Yu family, right?I went to the last birthday party, she looks really pretty! 】

[In the past, Ayan said that she wanted to raise this child, and some people made sarcastic remarks. Now look at how well she raised her, and she has a caring and filial son. 】

【Are you in love?My relative's family has a good-looking daughter. Although the family's conditions are average, she has worked hard on her own and has been admitted to a prestigious university. Would you like to meet her? 】

Xiang Yan was speechless: [The child is only so old, how can someone be so eager to fall in love, I want to stay for a few more years! 】

[It's not that the daughter is getting married, so what's the reluctance? 】

[Hahahahaha, did Ayan raise Xiaoqiu as a girl? 】

[Xiang Yan: What nonsense! 】

[I'm not talking nonsense. When his mother was still there, he was asked to stay in the room and embroider every day. I heard that the boys in the neighbors really thought he was a girl, and made a lot of jokes. 】

Xiang Yan moved slightly, said hello in the group and left the group chat, then privately chatted with Shen Mingdeng, and sent the video.

Shen Mingdeng finally calmed down to deal with his work, when he suddenly received a message from his mother, he clicked on it, and was stunned.

The young man in the video is facing the camera with his back facing the camera. The back of his neck is as white as porcelain. He is wearing light blue home clothes. When he flips the spatula, the butterfly bone on his back is faintly visible under the clothes.

Shen Mingdeng couldn't help frowning.

He asked: [It's not about delivering food, why is he doing it? 】

When he went out in the morning, he thought that Yu Qiu was just coming to the company to deliver meals, so he agreed to come down.

【Mom: Xiaoqiu said he wanted to make it himself, what's wrong, worried that it won't taste good?Even if it doesn't taste good, you have to finish it! 】

Shen Mingdeng was helpless, he just thought of the importance of Yu Qiu's hands, and was worried that he would be hurt by the boiling oil.

He rubbed the phone screen, clicked on Yu Qiu's profile picture, hesitated for a while, but didn't say a word.

Forget it, I've already done it, what's the use of reminding me now.

If I knew it earlier, I refused to deliver the meal.

He hung up his cell phone, just as Miffy knocked on the door and came in, he asked, "Mr. Shen, do you want to go home for lunch or order takeaway?"

Shen Mingdeng's brows and eyes showed a bit of gentleness, and also a little inexplicable pride.

"Someone delivered food at home."

"Mr. Shen's family is really nice!" Mi Fei flattered, and continued, "Then I'll order takeaway by myself?"

"Well, look for financial reimbursement." Shen Mingdeng changed the subject and said awkwardly, "I didn't ask to send it, but he insisted on sending it."

Miffy: "..."

Do you need Versailles in front of me?

Seeing that he didn't respond, Shen Mingdeng continued: "It's Yu Qiu, he cooked the meal himself."

Miffy showed a standard smile: "You brothers have such a good relationship! Mr. Yu Qiu is also very nice, and he can cook!"

"Well," the corners of Shen Mingdeng's lips rose slightly, "I just don't know if it tastes good or not."

Miffy claims to be all-rounder, but he doesn't know how to answer.

It's because the boss's expression is too unpredictable, three points hesitant, three points twisted, and four points showing off.

He was thinking about how to respond, but he heard the boss's heart-wrenching question: "Can your brother cook?"

Miffy wants to cry but has no tears.

Has even the "brother" started rolling these days?

Is it a special thing to know how to cook?

Well, it is truly remarkable.

He shook his head resolutely: "He can set the kitchen on fire, how can he compare to Mr. Yu Qiu?"

Shen Mingdeng tapped the table with his fingertips unconsciously, with a brisk rhythm, and it was more enjoyable to watch than talking about a billion-dollar project.

Mi Fei had never seen Shen Mingdeng's appearance before, he didn't know, and thought that the person who delivered the meal was not his younger brother, but his favorite object.

"Boss Shen, I'll go out first."

"Well, when someone arrives, you just let him in."

"Ok."

Miffy closed the door, bitterly looking for a lunch that suits his appetite on the delivery platform.

With the sun in the middle, Yu Qiu came to the company with an insulated lunch box.

He was dressed simply and elegantly, with a light blue short T and loose jeans that outlined a tall and thin figure. His fair fingers complemented the pink insulated lunch box, and his whole body was radiant.

Miffy enthusiastically led him to the boss's office.

The young man's light brown eyes were filled with a smile, gentle and friendly.

He revealed a shallow dimple: "Brother Mi, long time no see."

"It's been a long time." Miffy was a little cautious for no reason, and quickly stretched out his hand to guide, "Go this way."

"Okay, thank you Brother Mi."

There are not many employees in the company during the holidays, but every department is on duty. Yu Qiu came here for the first time, and immediately he came to look for Shen Mingdeng with a lunch box. Everyone was a little curious and quietly raised their heads to look.

Mi Fei sent people into the office, returned to the workstation and sat down, and some acquaintances came to gossip: "Who is that person? What does it have to do with Mr. Shen?"

There is nothing that cannot be said, Mi Fei simply satisfied his curiosity: "He is Mr. Shen's younger brother."

"Didn't you say that Shen is always the only child?"

Mi Fei glanced at him: "Brothers with different surnames, we have a good relationship, and I came here specially to deliver meals to Mr. Shen."

"That relationship is good, I really envy Mr. Shen!"

Miffy looked down at the distance of the delivery guy, yes, it's really enviable.

In the office, Yu Qiu put the pink insulated lunch box on the coffee table and looked at Shen Mingdeng: "Brother Shen, the road is a bit congested, so I'm late."

"Not too late." Shen Mingdeng got up.

Yu Qiu rolled his eyes, and while he wasn't paying attention, he quickly looked around the office, but he didn't see the few books Wen Ce mentioned.

Shen Mingdeng walked to the tea table with a calm and gentle expression.

"Thank you."

Yu Qiu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that there should be other reasons for the indifference in the morning, not because he was tired of him.

He wasn't afraid that Shen Mingdeng would treat him coldly, he just didn't want to deal with the Shen family in the future, and still have to see people coldly.

"I made eggplant with minced meat, roasted pork with diced bamboo shoots, cucumbers, and a seaweed egg soup." Yu Qiu reached out to lift the lid of the box.

The lunch box has a good thermal insulation effect, and when the lid was lifted, steaming hot steam burst out, causing Yu Qiu to hiss and shrink his hands abruptly.

Shen Mingdeng's heart skipped a beat, and he grabbed his hand without thinking, "Is it hot?"

Yu Qiu struggled subconsciously: "It's okay."

Shen Mingdeng didn't let it go, he lowered his head to look.

The hand in the palm is extremely white, as delicate and smooth as high-grade porcelain, and the slightest blemishes are especially obvious.On the side of the white finger, a small piece of red is quite bright, like the bright red paint accidentally stained on the snow-colored satin, destroying the original cleanliness.

Shen Mingdeng raised his eyes, his voice was low and deep: "Rinse with cold water first."

He led Yu Qiu to the private lounge, where there was a small bathroom.

Yu Qiu's hand was tucked into the man's palm, and his fingertips were slightly curled up.

He looked at Shen Mingdeng, blinked his eyelashes slightly, and a strange color flashed across his eyes.

What's the matter?

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