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

The pot is cold and the dishes are gone.

Si Ting hiccupped, but still couldn't wake up from the shock.

How did things become like this?

His words of persuading Lao Shen to love Xiaoqiu seemed like yesterday, why did the two of them come together all of a sudden?

Incredible.

He looked at the two sitting next to each other, the gentle smile in Shen Mingdeng's eyes, and Yu Qiu's wholehearted trusting gesture, and suddenly an inexplicable thought came to him.

They're really a good match.

One has been a child for many years, and the other is a well-behaved younger brother. The only thing Si Ting can do is of course only the word "bless".

I thought that Old Shen would be single for the rest of his life, but after thinking about it carefully, he should be happy for Old Shen.

Si Ting wiped his face, smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to leave the order earlier than me."

Shen Mingdeng gave a "hmm" with a calm expression, if you ignore the smile in his eyes.

"Hey," Si Ting thought of something else, "The time you took the initiative to come to drink with me, was it because you were depressed? Did you like Xiaoqiu back then?"

He smacked his lips as he spoke: "That's really depressing."

Xiaoqiu was too easy to kidnap, so she was tricked by Lao Shen just like that.

"Do Uncle Shen and Aunt Xiang know about this?" Si Ting looked worried, "You two must have had a big impact on them."

"I don't know yet." Shen Mingdeng said calmly, "I will convince them."

"Good luck." Si Ting could only support him mentally.

He felt a little hung up.

Just liking men is not easy, not to mention that Lao Shen likes Xiaoqiu.

Can you stand it?

"Aunt Xiang and Uncle Shen will be very disappointed, right?" Yu Qiu looked at Shen Mingdeng with anxiety in his eyes.

Although he said so, he didn't think so in his heart.

Both Aunt Xiang and Uncle Shen are kind-hearted people. In the dream, Shen Mingdeng was single at the age of 35, and they all let him go.

Yu Qiu made himself like that, and they didn't give up on him, and even blamed themselves, saying that they didn't do a good job.

Such a good person shouldn't object to him and Shen Mingdeng... right?

"No." Shen Mingdeng was very sure.

The last "bar photo" incident was enough to show the attitude of the old couple——

They only want Yu Qiu to be safe and happy.

He stands in the same position as them, and there is bound to be no big difference.

"Yeah." Yu Qiu laughed, his eyes were bright and trusting, as if a word could dispel his inner anxiety.

Shen Mingdeng's heart felt hot.

How can it be so sweet?

Si Ting: "..."

All right, he's just worrying too much.

He didn't want to stay here to eat dog food, so he waved his hand and left, and he didn't do the dishes as agreed.

Shen Mingdeng refused to let Yu Qiu touch it, and cleaned up the dishes by himself. The sleeves of the black home clothes were rolled up to the elbows of his arms, revealing his well-defined forearms.

So handsome.

Yu Qiu couldn't help hugging him from behind, resting his chin on the man's broad back, and asked with a smile: "I said before that there is a dishwasher at home, and it hasn't been opened."

Shen Mingden paused, "I want to do something."

That's how you get distracted.

What else could he do if he didn't wash the dishes?

Yu Qiu said again: "Then what about the after-dinner punishment? Tell me a little bit first, so I can be mentally prepared."

Shen Mingdeng stood up straight, took a slow breath, and was about to speak when the cell phone rang in the living room.

"I'll answer the phone first."

The warmth behind him disappeared, and Shen Mingdeng let out a barely audible sigh.

Yu Qiu picked up the phone, it was Aunt Wei calling.

"Xiaoqiu, have you won the gold medal in the art festival?" Wei Linghui was very happy, "I saw it in the list of winners!"

Yu Qiu: "..."

Forgot to tell Aunt Wei.

"Well, I just received the notification that the award ceremony will be held at ten o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Then I'll take a look too!" Wei Linghui's words were full of excitement, "I've seen your work, it's really good, really good."

The official website announced the list of winners, and also released photos of the winning works.

The Gold Award is well deserved.

Composition, needlework, the use of light and shadow, and the storytelling of the work all demonstrate the style of a master.

This kind of realistic ornamental works are very popular in the embroidery market.

Yu Qiu raised the corners of his lips, his efforts were not in vain.

"You have achieved such good grades, you have to tell your parents." Wei Linghui changed the subject, "Tomorrow is the anniversary of your parents' death. After receiving the awards, let's go and see them together, shall we?"

Yu Qiu restrained his smile, lowered his eyelashes and said, "There is still something to do after receiving the award, you go first."

"Then, that's fine." Wei Linghui hung up the phone in frustration.

Yu Qiu pinched the phone, pursed her lips slightly, and leaned into the sofa, grabbed the sofa blanket and put it on her waist.

Some things are like gangrene, hiding in a dark corner like a ghost, accompanying a person's life, and it is difficult to remove them completely.

Shen Mingdeng calmed down after washing the dishes, and when he came out, he saw Yu Qiu reclined on the sofa, looking not very interested.

"Who's calling?" He guessed it was because of the phone call just now.

Yu Qiu moved inside, patted the outer space, and said in a low tone: "Tomorrow is the anniversary of my parents' death."

Shen Mingdeng sat down from Shan Ruliu, held his hand, and said in a low voice, coaxing, "I'll be with you tomorrow."

Yu Qiu couldn't help laughing: "Meet the parents?"

"Well, I hope they can be satisfied with me."

"They don't need to be satisfied," Yu Qiu scratched his palm, "I'm satisfied."

Gentle fingertips rubbed against the lines of the palm, gently, softly, with a slight itchiness, like a feather falling on the heart.

The man suddenly caught the troubled fingers.

Yu Qiu didn't move, just looked at him and smiled.

Shen Mingdeng's throat moved slightly, his eyes slowly moved from the end of his eyes to the side of his lips, and he suddenly asked, "What do you plan to wear to receive the award tomorrow?"

Yu Qiu was stunned.

He actually forgot about it!

He never received the award in person in the dream, and he had no awareness of this at all.

He must wear formal clothes to participate in the award presentation, but now he only has a white suit that he wore today.

I can't continue to wear it tomorrow.

Leaving aside the question of repetition, white suits are not suitable for serious occasions.

He sat up abruptly, his eyes widened slightly: "Go and buy a new set now."

As he spoke, he pushed the man's shoulder, making a gesture to get off the sofa.

Shen Mingdeng stood up with a chuckle, and when Yu Qiu put on his slippers and was about to go back to his room to change, he called to him: "Qiuqiu."

"Ok?"

"No need to go out to buy." He took the young man's hand, "Come."

There is a cloakroom at home.

But this has always been Shen Mingdeng's private space, used to store formal clothes, accessories and other items.

Yu Qiu never came in.

Snapped.

The lights in the closet came on.

There is an aisle in the middle, and there are wardrobes on both sides, with many suits hanging, watches, cufflinks, ties, belts, etc. neatly placed.

Yu Qiu saw the difference immediately.

He turned to Shen Mingdeng, with honey in the corner of his lips: "When did you prepare it?"

Shen Mingdeng kissed him on the forehead: "It's the same as today's set. You're still growing, so you haven't done much."

Yu Qiu laughed.

Another embroidery room, another cloakroom, what surprises did he not know about?

"There are already a lot," he asked, looking at a row of high-end suits, "Which one will you wear tomorrow?"

Shen Mingdeng picked out a set of smoky gray, which has a high-end but low-key texture, "This set."

He is like a fanatic of dress-up games, trying to pile up all good things on young people.

It's not that Yu Qiu doesn't have his own opinions, he just knows a man's desire to control, and if he wants to take the opportunity to satisfy him, it's a reward.

He likes to be noticed.

He likes Shen Mingdeng's comprehensiveness in every aspect.

Under the bright lights, the man is handsome and handsome, so good-looking that he is enough to bewitch people's hearts.

Yu Qiu lost his mind.

He raised his head and kissed Shen Mingdeng.

Strong and intimate, not like the superficial touches in the engagement lounge.

Shen Mingdeng's eyes suddenly darkened, and he approached unceremoniously, like a lion chasing its prey, fierce and violent.

The closet clanged.

Yu Qiu fell into the open cabinet and sat on a low horizontal board. His clothes covered his eyes, so he couldn't see the light. The world suddenly became quiet, as if he was trapped in a small black box. A man is his only hope and salvation.

"Qiuqiu."

"Qiuqiu."

"Qiuqiu."

"..."

One after another, hoarse and intimate, stuffy in the closet, it makes people feel flustered.

Yu Qiu's arms hang down feebly.

Shen Mingdeng, who is in love, really surprises him everywhere.

After all, Shen Mingdeng abided by the way of a gentleman.

His self-control has always been good, and he didn't really "scare" Yu Qiu. As for how long he took a bath after returning to the room, only he knows.

Yu Qiu returned to the room in a daze, and buried herself in the quilt, covering the pinkness at the end of her eyes.The fingertips touched the corners of the lips, a little swollen and hot.

The scene in the cloakroom flashed repeatedly in his mind, uncontrollable at all, reminiscing over and over again, tirelessly.

Like floating in the clouds.

A person who claims to be single, can he do that?

forget about it!

sleep!

Yu Qiu had been dreaming all night, dreaming that he had transformed into a fairy, shuttled between the clouds and mist, elegant and at ease, forgetting all worries.

Just as he landed on the top of the cliff to pick snow lotus, his feet suddenly stepped on the ground and he woke up suddenly.

The morning is bright, it is already the next morning.

He slept soundly, his whole body was refreshed, and his fair face seemed to be covered with a layer of soft light, making him even more handsome like jade.

Yu Qiu walked out of the room after washing up.

The living room was quiet, the curtains swayed in the wind, and the blanket on the sofa was crumpled up, just like last night.

He walked lightly towards Shen Mingdeng's bedroom.

The bedroom door was open, no one was inside.

Yu Qiu frowned. He looked at the entrance just now. There were no slippers. Shen Mingdeng must still be at home.

Suddenly there was a small sound, which came from the direction of the gym.

Yu Qiu frowned.

Gymnastics early in the morning?

He turned around and walked towards the gym, just in time to bump into Shen Mingdeng at the corner.

The man was wearing a sports vest and shorts, his body that was usually wrapped in a suit was completely exposed, sweat slipped from his temples and sank into the edge of the soaked vest.

When you get close, you can feel a burst of hot air, which makes your heart tremble.

Yu Qiu subconsciously took a step back.

"Get up." Shen Mingdeng looked at him gently, "I bought breakfast and it's heating up in the pot. You eat first, and I'll take a shower."

Yu Qiu frowned: "Wait for you."

"Okay." His voice was slightly hoarse after exercising.

The man entered the bedroom without closing the door, and walked directly to the bathroom.

Yu Qiu poured two cups of hot water and left them there, folded the sofa blanket, and ran to the cloakroom, intending to tidy up the clothes that were messed up yesterday.

Unexpectedly, someone was one step ahead of him, and the messy wardrobe had returned to its original state.

Yu Qiu turned around and looked into the full-length mirror.

The person in the mirror smiled happily, never before.

He estimated the progress of Shen Mingdeng's bathing, and when Shen Mingdeng came out, breakfast was just on the table.

"Boss Shen, let's eat."

The morning sun in winter is gentle and calm. The young man sits on a chair and looks over with his chin resting on his shoulders.

There is light in the eyes.