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

Yu Qiu has studied acting and studied micro-expressions in her dreams.

Even if Shen Mingdeng hid it well, he could still see a clue.

There was sourness in the man's eyes.

He took the rose tea and took a sip, his lips were stained with water, which was even more radiant under the bright light.

"it is good."

Putting down the teacup, he waved to Lu Gao and Si Ting, and followed Shen Mingdeng to the second floor.

The engagement banquet has not yet started, the two protagonists are on the second floor, and some elderly guests are arranged to rest in the lounge.

As Yu Qiu turned the escalator, he caught sight of a familiar face out of the corner of his eye.

Said familiar, but also only seen in a dream.

I didn't expect him to come too.

Yu Qiu calmly withdrew his peripheral vision, and walked side by side with Shen Mingdeng.The two of them had outstanding looks, and they turned heads when they walked together, which naturally attracted the attention of the person in the corner.

Chen Luan is a third-tier star, he came up from the bottom, and he got to where he is today, relying more on scheming and means.If he hadn't used a little trick, he wouldn't have been able to attend such a banquet where big shots gathered.

He is like a hunter, trying to find new prey.

Shen Mingdeng is young and handsome, has an extraordinary family background, has a good private life, and has outstanding abilities. He is a rare high-quality choice, and he is also the object that many people want to cling to.

But I heard that this person has a serious and indifferent personality, does not fall in love, does not engage in ambiguous affairs, and concentrates on his career, turning a blind eye to those who want to climb into bed.

Chen Luan didn't like to challenge such difficult problems.

but--

He could clearly see just now that Shen Mingdeng was not at all indifferent to the young man beside him, his eyes were even full of tenderness and pampering.

Chen Luan suddenly became interested.

If he can catch up with Shen Mingdeng, his star career will be even wider in the future.Besides, with Shen Mingdeng's appearance and figure, he did not lose at all.

There is another more critical point, he and that young man belong to the same model at least in appearance.

Since Shen Mingdeng can like that person, why can't he like himself?

He looked at the place where the two disappeared, and a hint of calculation flashed in his eyes.

Yu Qiu seemed to sense something, and looked back.

"What?" Shen Mingdeng asked.

The deep and mellow voice echoed in the empty corridor, whispering like a gorgeous cello.

Yu Qiu touched his earlobe, shook his head and smiled, "It's fine."

He is fine, but Chen Luan, who loves to be a monster, is not necessarily.

Shen Mingdeng knocked on the lounge, and Xiang Yan and Shen Yingshan were sitting there, as well as several other elders, and everyone was chatting happily.

"Xiaoqiu and Ming Deng are here." Xiang Yan smiled and waved, "Call someone."

Yu Qiu and Shen Mingdeng said hello together.

A well-maintained lady showed admiration: "I really envy Xiang Dong, who can raise such two good sons, good-looking, and they are both high-achieving students."

"I'm still envious of you," Xiang Yan said with a smile, "Your son got married early, and now the house is full of children and grandchildren."

"Hahahaha, sometimes it's annoying when there are too many people." The lady's face was full of Versailles, with an uncontrollable smile in her eyes, and gossip, "Ming Deng will be 26 after the new year, have you found someone yet?"

Xiang Yan waved his hand: "I can't control him."

"My relative's family has a daughter, she looks really good, she just graduated this year, why don't you give it a try?"

"No, with his temperament, how can he fall in love? Can a girl bear it? This won't delay people." Xiang Yan refused decisively.

Knowing that his son likes boys and he can't love them, how could Xiangyan harm other girls?

"You're right, it's okay to try. How can you say it's a delay with such a good condition of Ming Deng?" The lady continued to persuade.

Xiang Yan stood firm: "Forget it, let's not talk about this. Xiao Qiu, Ming Deng, you go out and play with Si Ting and the others."

She distracted the two of them in case the topic was endless.

Yu Qiu walked out of the lounge, couldn't help it anymore, and burst out laughing.

"Is it funny?" Shen Mingdeng asked.

Yu Qiu pursed her lips and shook her head: "I just thought of happy things."

He just thought about what kind of expression Shen Mingdeng would have if he knew that Shen Mingdeng was 35 years old and hadn't dated yet.

Shen Mingdeng was helpless, "Go down."

The two walked to the stairs, there was a bend here, and the vision was limited, if one accidentally ran into someone, they had to slow down their pace.

Even so, there will be "accidents" happening.

Just as Shen Mingdeng stepped out of the corner, he bumped into a person head-on. That person was holding a glass of red wine in his hand, and the dark red wine splashed straight onto Shen Mingdeng's chest.

The white shirt, blue tie, and black suit were all stained with alcohol, and water dripped down.

Yu Qiu: "..."

Ah, such a crude and familiar trick.

As expected of Chen Luan, a courtesan in the entertainment industry, he was a bloody joke when he made a move.

In the dream, Chen Luan had been at loggerheads with him.Yu Qiu has always understood the enemy thoroughly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Chen Luan was "shocked" for three seconds, and apologized in a hurry, "I didn't see anyone, sorry sir, I'll wipe it for you—"

A white hand stretched out earlier than him.

Without looking at Chen Luan, Yu Qiu pulled out the square scarf from his suit pocket, and gently wiped Shen Mingdeng's tie.

"Brother Shen, there must be spare clothes here, let's change." Yu Qiu suggested.

The kerchief was stained red with wine.

Shen Mingdeng looked down at the hand, suppressed the urge to grab it, and said in a deep voice, "Okay."

He didn't even give Chen Luan a half look.

Chen Luan: "..."

"That, sir," he stepped forward hastily, with guilt and uneasiness on his face, "this was my mistake, I can dry clean your clothes for you—"

The voice stopped abruptly.

Chen Luan's breathing was slightly stagnant, and his back felt cold.

Shen Mingdeng glanced at him just now, it was cold, fierce and impatient, as if he was just a clown.

It wasn't until the backs of the two disappeared that he came to his senses, leaning against the wall and gasping for breath.

The banquet was hosted by the Zhao family. After receiving the notice, the Zhao family immediately arranged a vacant lounge for Shen Mingdeng, and asked someone to send clothes of suitable size.

The heater was on in the lounge.

Shen Mingdeng tore off his tie, took off his suit jacket, leaving only his white shirt on his upper body.The collar and the front of the shirt were stained with red wine, stained with spots, and a large mark was blurred around.

He unbuttoned two buttons, and there was a lot of wine on his chest, which was sticky and greasy.

Yu Qiu took out a few wet tissues and walked over naturally, "Let me wipe it for you."

He clutched a wet towel and leaned towards the man's chest.

Only two buttons were undone, exposing half of the collarbone and a small piece of skin.

Shen Mingdeng didn't make a sound, just looked down at him.

The slender hands wiped the wine stains bit by bit from top to bottom, gently and softly, as if they were afraid of scratching and did not dare to use more force.

For Shen Mingdeng, this is tantamount to chronic torture.

Yu Qiu threw away one, replaced it with another, raised her eyes and asked, "Can I undo one more button?"

Can't wipe down any further.

The wall lamp was turned on in the lounge, and the orange light shone into the eyes of the young man, shining brightly like falling stars.

Shen Mingdeng said hoarsely, "Yes."

He dared not speak at all.

I am afraid that once I speak, the impulse will no longer be restrained.

Yu Qiu didn't seem to notice it, and stretched out his hand to undo the third button for him. His even fingertips rubbed against his skin from time to time, and there were hot sparks in the coolness.

The sparks plunged into the chest cavity, touching the heart and following the carnival.

The person who unbuttoned his face was innocent.

The button was unbuttoned, and the nimble hand squeezed the wet tissue and gently opened the shirt.

Yu Qiu raised his face suddenly, and said with interest in his eyes: "Does this happen to you often?"

"Huh?" Shen Mingdeng stared at him intently, and unconsciously responded.

"That's it," the young man raised his eyebrows, his ruddy lips curled up, revealing two lovely dimples, "Put it in your arms."

"No." Shen Mingdeng's eyes were deep, and he uttered two words with difficulty.

"Really? There must be many people like you who fall into their arms..."

Shen Mingdeng lowered his head abruptly.

Yu Qiu subconsciously tilted his head.

Warm lips fell on the dimples.

The world fell into silence, leaving only the soft touch, hot breath, and the sound of the heart beating violently.

Yu Qiu's eyes widened, and he almost forgot how to react. The blood in his body froze, and another brain rushed to his head, rushing him to lose all reason.

Shen Mingdeng looked down at him, a strong dark light flashed in his eyes, he took a sudden step forward, wrapped his big palm around the young man's occipital bone, and pulled him into his arms forcefully.

He is not satisfied with the shallow dimples.

He wants more.

Xu Shi had just drank rose tea, and the young man's lips were covered with the fragrance of roses, and he tasted the mellow sweetness he had been longing for for a long time.

But it's just sticking.

The momentary impulse was released, and the rationality returned.

He stared at Yu Qiu.

The corners of the young man's eyes were red, as if they had been stained with rose juice, water mist gradually formed in his clear eyes, his slender eyelashes blinked lightly, and a crystal teardrop rolled down.

Shen Mingdeng tasted a hint of saltiness.

He closed his eyes, let go of his strong arms, and was about to speak when he saw Yu Qiu staggering back a step, tears streaming down his face without stopping for a moment.

Shen Mingdeng regretted so much, why didn't he hold back?

It's over, it's useless to talk about it.

"Qiuqiu..."

"Brother Shen," Yu Qiu wiped away tears and said in a nasal voice, "Don't play with me."

Shen Mingdeng's apology was suppressed.

What is "play"?

What do you think of him? !

Anxiety, remorse, aggrieved, helpless, forced suppressed impulses intertwined into a mess in his heart.

He has to do something.

He couldn't hurt Yu Qiu again.

There are cigarettes and lighters on the coffee table in the lounge.

With trembling hands, he tore open the cigarette case, took out one, lit it, and held it between his fingers.He doesn't like smoking, but the smell of nicotine does seem to calm the restless mood.

Shen Mingdeng's handsome face was hidden in the smoke, looking at Yu Qiu who bowed his head silently, thinking of how happy he was with Lu Gao, he felt depressed.

"Being so close to others," he dusted off the cigarette ash, and said hoarsely, "I just kissed him, why are you crying?"

Yu Qiu: "..."

Ah this...

What kind of scumbag speech is this!

Although the scene that happened just now was due to his intentional inducement, Shen Mingdeng did it first.

Why don't you just give me a kiss?

Ah.

He blinked, and another crystal fell.

"This is my first kiss, and I still have to find a partner."

Shen Mingdeng was overjoyed, and then suddenly froze.

He stubbed out the cigarette butt and threw it into the ashtray, with a hint of helplessness in his brows and eyes, and some uneasiness deep in his heart.

"What did you say?"

Yu Qiu turned her face away, "I'm looking for someone."

"Looking for a partner?" Shen Mingdeng bullied him and stared at him fiercely, "Qiuqiu, you deliberately angered me."

There was a trace of grievance in the voice.

Yu Qiu's heart softened suddenly.

He turned his face away and glanced at the door of the lounge from the corner of his eye.

and many more!

Why did the door open a crack? !

He even slowed down his breathing, countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and finally made up his mind, turned to look at the man in front of him, and asked softly:

"Shen Mingdeng, what exactly do you mean?"

Shen Mingdeng's eyes were focused, and his eyes were full of Yu Qiu's figure. He restrained the rest of his expression, leaving only solemnity and earnestness in his heart.

"Qiuqiu, I like you."

The author has something to say: Shen Zai: It smells so good! XD