She messed with me first

Meng Qing's uncomfortable heart suddenly seemed to be lost, and the strong sense of weightlessness made her frown slightly.

Looking at Qi Xi from above, all she could see was a bright and calm smile on her face, as if those words just now were just old stories and gossip, but Meng Qingrang clearly felt something from it.

can not say it clearly.

Qi Xi, who had already avoided looking at each other, didn't seem to want her to ask.

Meng Qingrang didn't ask.

Silently, waiting for the discomfort in the chest to pass, he uttered the most unassuming sentence in his life, which did not fit the preface, "It's all over."

"Yeah, it's all over." Qi Xi smiled, with a particularly brisk tone, "However, it's true that 'a good temper is made by grinding'. If I didn't have those experiences, I wouldn't know what it means to swallow my anger. No, My temper is not very good now, and I will still lose control when it comes to critical moments."

"Huh——" Qi Xi leaned on the sofa and let out a long sigh of relief, "When I got off work, I saw Yu Hai's punishment notice, and I felt completely at ease. So, this person, I still have to control my temper appropriately." Come on, always holding back, seeing everything is lifeless."

Meng Qingrang said softly, "Yes." She always felt that she was good at knowing people, but now she couldn't see the slightest strangeness in Qi Xi's eyes, she could only follow the meaning she wanted people to see Said, "Since you feel comfortable doing things according to your temper, don't hold back all the time in the future. Big things will come to an end at some point, just do it one by one, don't worry."

"Yes, worrying is the most useless thing." Qi Xi smiled, and deliberately teased Meng Qingrang, "Teacher Meng, you have to be responsible for what you say and the water you pour out?"

The topic suddenly changed, and Meng Qingrang didn't quite understand, "What?"

"Let me go with my temper in the future." Qi Xi raised his chin at Meng Qingrang, with an extremely 'arrogant' expression, "Anyway, I listened to it, so be careful in the future."

Meng Qingrang smiled, "What are you careful about? Can you still eat me?"

Qi Xi rubbed the bridge of his nose with his knuckles, and his eyes were a bit more cunning, "It's really not certain."

Meng Qingrang roughly heard the deep meaning in it, raised his eyebrows, and didn't follow her to talk quickly, but raised the hair dryer in his hand, and said, "Blow dry your hair first, it will make you feel more comfortable."

"En." Qi Xi responded, wanting to pick up the hair dryer in Meng Qingrang's hand.

She turned to the side to avoid it, met Qi Xi's suspicious gaze, and said, "Let me help you, you seem to need someone to take care of you now."

"Not at all." Qi Xi thought this was funny. She had no money to operate on Jiang Chumei, and she was so anxious that she ran around like a headless chicken. When it was so difficult, no one said this to her. Now it's just Calmly talking about an old thing that hasn't completely passed...

"Okay." Qi Xi said.

Meng Qingrang insisted too calmly that it seemed that she needed more 'care' than her.

Qi Xi sat down on the soft stool, and Meng Qingrang stood in front of her, with five fingers passing through the soft hair from time to time, and occasionally rubbing against the scalp gently.

Soon, the warm sound of the wind dispelled the last chill in Qi Xi's hair roots.

Qi Xi sat quietly, looking down at the identical slippers on the two feet in a daze.

The warm wind urges the flow of air, sending the already faint fragrance of Meng Qingrang's body to Qi Xi's lips and nose from time to time, and when breathing, it quietly fills the chest cavity.

Soft, quiet and intoxicating.

Qi Xibizhi's body unconsciously leaned forward.

Until his forehead touched Meng Qingrang's body.

The inconspicuous hum of the silent hair dryer suddenly disappeared, but the fingers that were still in Qi Xi's hair root did not leave for a long time, but tentatively rubbed them against the hot flashes with their fingertips, followed by pressing the palms up, will just Qi Xi, who was leaning on him, pressed steadily towards him.

Qi Xi closed his eyes when the side profile was attached.

Meng Qingrang's regular heartbeat was next to her ear, and her naturally patted palm was behind her head. None of them were particularly familiar to Qi Xi, but at this moment, none of them could make her feel so at ease.

----

After an unknown amount of time, Meng Qingrang suddenly coughed restrainedly.

The chest cavity vibrated Qi Xi's eardrums.

All too clear, she hastily opened her eyes.

Because of the warmth just now, Qi Xi's brain reaction is still relatively sluggish. After a long silence, he slowly straightened his body, raised his head and asked Meng Qingrang, "Uncomfortable?"

Meng Qing raised his chin slightly, put his five fingers on his neck casually, rubbed his throat with his index finger, and said, "I've been busy in the studio for a day today, so I didn't bother to drink water, my throat is a bit dry."

Qi Xi got up and smiled provocatively, "Who said not long ago that a person as old as me is thinking all day long? Isn't it each other?"

Meng Qingrang was calm and composed, "I was anxious at the time, but now you are obviously taking revenge for private reasons, and the nature has changed."

"Is there?" Qi Xi pretended to be innocent and looked aside.

Meng Qingrang didn't expose it with a good temper, leaned over and pulled out the plug, and was about to leave, when his hand was swinging with the inertia of his body, he bumped into Qi Xi.

Her naturally curved fingers jumped and followed to grab Meng Qingrang's wrist.

Meng Qing gave way to a stop, turned around, and asked with a smile, "What's wrong today? You're so clingy."

Qi Xi looked at her without dodging, with a natural expression, "You don't like it?"

Meng Qingrang shook his head, and his smile became thicker, "I like it because I like it, but I always feel that you have some bad intentions hidden, otherwise it would be too abnormal."

Qi Xi also laughed, "Can't it be a kind thought?"

"for example?"

"..."

Qi Xi didn't know what to say, and approached her little by little under Meng Qingrang's smiling gaze.

When she was only an inch away, the gaze that was looking at her at the same level suddenly dropped, passed over her lips, and settled somewhere below.

Meng Qingrang realized something, and slightly tightened his hand holding the hair dryer.

Almost at the same time, the woman's soft lips pressed against her throat.

Zhang Zhang pursed his lips lightly, and said in a low voice, "Will your throat be more comfortable this way?"

Meng Qingrang slightly raised his head, enduring the burning and hoarse discomfort in his throat, and said with a smile: "It's too light, I don't feel it."

Qi Xi has every reason to believe that Meng Qingrang is talking nonsense, she kissed him, how can she not know the seriousness?

But she didn't say anything, she raised her hand hanging by her side, stroked Meng Qingrang's slender waist, and erased the negligible distance between the two of them, she tilted her head, her lips were open, and there was nothing wrong with her. He sucked the fragile skin reservedly.

From tentative to passionate.

When the tip of the tooth was biting, the person under the lip couldn't help gasping slightly.

----

In the quiet study room in the middle of the night, Qi Xi and Meng Qingrang each occupied a corner and were busy.

Qi Xi always knew that Meng Qingrang looked gentle and was a very stubborn person, so when she picked up the sketchbook on the desk, left a sentence of "I will accompany you", walked to the sofa by the window and sat down. At that time, Qi Xi just pretended to be displeased and complained to her back, but she was secretly happy in her heart.

It's better to have someone who can talk with you than just have a glutinous rice ball.

Three o'clock in the morning is Qi Xi's limit, if it is too high, it will affect the work the next day, and the loss outweighs the gain.

She turned off the computer and stood up rubbing her sore neck.

Looking up and seeing Meng Qingrang who was leaning on the sofa and sleeping peacefully, the corners of Qi Xi's mouth, which had been floating all night, raised high again.

She walked lightly and walked towards Meng Qingrang silently.

The sketchbook was buckled on the lap by Meng Qingrang.

Markers are thrown everywhere.

A familiar picture.

Qi Xi suddenly remembered the last time she came back from the scenic spot and had a temporary rest at Meng Qing's house. She was going to turn on the lights, and she must have been crushed by these things.

It hurts like that, but I still don't have a long memory.

Qi Xi tapped the tip of Meng Qingrang's nose angrily, squatted down resignedly, picked up the pens one by one and put them away.

All that's left is the sketchbook.

Qi Xi hesitated for a while, picked it up gently, and wanted to help Meng Qing put it aside so that she could get up and sleep.

Seeing the woman drawn on the paper, his movements stopped abruptly.

Qi Xi took the sketchbook back and stared intently at himself, who had artificially added a layer of watercolor effect on it.

It's not the random manuscript that I saw in Meng Qingrang's place by chance before.

The self on it is so exquisite that it seems to have drawn the pause of the eyes - holding the mouse, sitting upright, with a particularly serious expression.

Qi Xi never knew that she was so fierce at work.

Fortunately, the light overhead is very gentle.

As the light and darkness changed, her whole body became softer.

Qi Xi took the high-speed notebook and looked for the overlapping background against the desk not far away.

No.

Everything in the quiet night is blunt and boring.

So, the self in the painting is only the self in Meng Qingrang's eyes?

Also too biased.

"Ms. Qi, no one told you that manuscripts are also copyrighted?" The person who was supposed to be asleep suddenly made a sound, lazily, with a low-pitched quality unique to the night.

Qi Xi shook the hand holding the sketchbook, retracted it pretending to be calm, looked at Meng Qingrang, and said, "Then no one told you that without my consent is an infringement of the portrait right?"

Meng Qingrang laughed, sat up and asked her, "How is the painting?"

"Hmm..." Qi Xi dragged his voice, deliberately not telling the truth, "Watercolor painting has no technical content, so it's hard to evaluate."

Meng Qingrang looked up at her, "I'm careless, I even forgot that Mr. Qi, who has been drawing since elementary school, is a master of the art. My three-legged cat's kung fu is purely a trick of the class, Mr. Qi, please don't be offended."

Qi Xi was amused by her serious tone, put down the sketchbook, and said happily: "I am coaxing you, the painting is very good, the atmosphere and the expressions of the characters are very delicate."

"Teacher Qi, I appreciate the award." Meng Qingrang was modest, and changed the subject after speaking, "Portrait painting is not what I am best at."

"Then what are you best at?" Qi Xi asked along.

Meng Qingrang looked at Qi Xi with a smile, and said, "Based on our current relationship, if I tell you, you will probably become angry from embarrassment."

Qi Xi, "???" What painting is so powerful?

In the end, Qi Xi still couldn't figure out the answer, and fell asleep as soon as he touched the bed.

The next day, Qi Xi took Meng Qingrang's car and went to the company to continue working.

In the next two days, I was busy from morning to night, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief when the new plan was passed.

However, she didn't have much time to rest. It must be good here. Immediately contact the owner's supervisor and the person in charge of the new construction team to explain the situation, and confirm the repair of the cracks in the load-bearing wall and the upstairs wall.

Fortunately, everything is in the plan.

"I don't care, the delayed construction period, you have to find a way to come back." Miss Qian said dissatisfiedly, "I will get married in June next year, if the time on your side is prolonged, the time left for us to ventilate will definitely be short Ah, when the smell is not clean, how can people live in it?"

Qi Xi stayed up for three days in a row, and now she is very tired, and has no energy to argue with her, so she tried her best to be patient and said, "Don't worry, we will definitely hand over the work on time."

"It's not too bad." Satisfied, Ms. Qian dragged her backpack and looked around inside, pointing at the work of the master craftsmen from time to time.

The masters didn't say anything, but they were somewhat disgusted in their hearts, and no one wanted to talk to her.

Seeing that she was not being welcomed, Miss Qian kicked hard at the simple scaffolding next to her.

There were two scaffolding boards next to the shelf, and when she kicked the scaffolding, the scaffolding shifted, the steel plates shook twice, and fell straight towards her.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Miss Qian froze in place in fright.

Qi Xi is the only one who is close to her.

Qi Xi moved faster than he realized, quickly grabbed her shoulders, and pulled her towards him.

Rao Qi Xi's reaction was fast enough, but he was still hit by the steel plate on the wrist.

A moment of dull pain made her breathless.

Miss Qian hid aside, looked at Qi Xi's trembling hands with fear, and said, "Who made you come here suddenly!"

"Hey, what are you talking about, girl?" A teacher of the construction team couldn't stand it anymore, pointed at Qi Xi and said, "If it wasn't for Xiao Qi who pulled you, your head would have been smashed by now."

"That's right. Teacher Qi helped you. If you don't say send her to the hospital, forget it. Why do you have the nerve to make sarcastic remarks here?"

"Teacher Qi still has to draw pictures with his hands, it's really a mess."

"..."

The members of the construction team said something to you, and I said something, which made Ms. Qian feel very embarrassed. She bit the bullet and asked Qi Xi, "How are you? Do you need your hands?"

Qi Xi glanced at her calmly, but didn't return, "The work here has just started. If you come here recently, try not to move around, so as not to cause any accidents."

Miss Qian repeatedly agreed.

She was scared to death just now, and she will not come back these days even if she is killed.

After settling things here, Miss Qian went downstairs with Qi Xi.

Probably because the masters said they were afraid, she offered to send Qi Xi to the hospital for a checkup, but she declined, "I don't bother you. I still have some things to take care of here, and I will send it soon."

"Okay, that, thank you today." Miss Qian twitched.

Qi Xi just smiled and said nothing, and didn't go against her conscience and replied 'you're welcome'.

Watching Miss Qian leave, Qi Xi quickly turned around and walked towards the parking lot.

It was only when she got in the car that she finally dared to reveal her true emotions - her back was pressed against the seat, her eyes were closed, and her teeth were already starting to ache.

The wrist really hurts too much.

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