She messed with me first

After actually moving into Meng Qingrang's house, Qi Xi realized that she really thought too much, let alone what happened to Meng Qingrang, two days ago, she didn't even see her people much.

In the morning, when she woke up, Meng Qingrang had already gone out.

At night, when she was asleep, Meng Qingrang entered the door with his whole body covered in darkness, came to the guest room to see her, and sat by the bed for a while.This is what my aunt told her when she was chatting. She is now free from work and sleeps so soundly at night that she didn't even know that Meng Qingrang had entered her room.

Blink of an eye to the weekend.

As usual, Qi Xi slept until 7 o'clock before struggling to get up, and with his messy hair, he went out to the bathroom outside to wash.

Dazedly seeing a figure passing by in the corridor, Qi Xi habitually called out, "Auntie."

Then, she heard a familiar smile, "Qi Xi, I haven't seen you for two days, why did I become an aunt?"

Qi Xi froze for a few seconds, fully awake, and hurriedly turned to look at the source of the sound.

Only four or five meters away from her, Meng Qingrang was leaning against the wall, looking at her with warm eyes and smiling.

Qi Xi couldn't hide the surprise on her face, and hurried over to her and asked, "You're at home?!"

Meng Qing let out a 'hmm' sound, with a tired look on his face, "If you continue to suffer, your body will not be able to take it anymore, so I gave myself a day off and worked at home today."

"Isn't it still necessary to work at home, where is the holiday?" Qi Xi was speechless.

Meng Qingrang smiled, yawned lightly, and said, "Go and wash, Auntie has already made breakfast."

Qi Xi, "right now."

In just 10 minutes, Qi Xi finished washing and sat down at the dining table.

It was rare for two people to eat together today, Qi Xi couldn't do as he did before, and from the moment his butt touched the stool, his actions were particularly serious.

In the beginning, it was actually quite plausible, but unexpectedly, everything went too far——she took a small bite of the bun and only bit into the skin of the bun.

Meng Qingrang endured it for a long time and finally couldn't help but laugh, "It's not the first day we met, so there's no need to pretend, um, gentle."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he laughed exaggeratedly, and the aunt beside him was watching the excitement.With naked eyes, Qi Xi was so angry that he didn't want to eat immediately.

After thinking about it, I've already been laughed at, so why continue to make trouble with my stomach?

Qi Xi was no longer serious, and bit down a big mouthful of the bun, narrowing his eyes in satisfaction.

After the meal, the two stood on the balcony and chatted for a while to digest.

At a quarter past eight, Meng Qingrang entered the simple version of the studio at home, and did not come out again until lunch.

The aunt was afraid that the food would hurt her stomach if it was cold, and she didn't dare to disturb Meng Qingrang, so she urged Qi Xi to call her.

Qi Xi had never seen Meng Qingrang work, so she didn't know how her temper was when she was in this state, so she was a little hesitant at first.

Thinking of her gloomy expression earlier in the morning, Qi Xi gritted her teeth and knocked on the studio door without hesitation.

After a pause inside, Meng Qingrang's voice came, "Come in."

Qi Xi opened the door and walked in under her aunt's encouraging eyes.

The studio is well lit, warm and comfortable.

Near the window, Meng Qingrang was wearing a soft ruler around his neck, and on his wrist was a hemispherical thing that Qi Xi couldn't name. It was full of pins, and Meng Qingrang was pulling them out one by one. into the white cloth covering the mannequin.

Meng Qingrang's hand speed is very fast, but the rows of stitches are extremely well-proportioned. Qi Xi knows that such proficient kung fu is by no means a day's work when he looks at it from a distance.

When she walked in, she was even more surprised.

The skirts that had already taken shape on the mannequins were all sewn up with pins, every joint, every fold was, occasionally, Meng Qing asked to use scissors to cut off a large piece of excess white cloth, and then re-wrapped it One piece, the technique seems to be random and random, and when each pin is pinned, the surprise of that place will slowly emerge.

It was the first time for Qi Xi to see such a scene. After being shocked, he couldn't help but look towards Meng Qing's face.

At work, she lacks her usual gentleness and peace, her lips are naturally pursed, her expression is very light, and there is an invisible charm exuding from her slightly condensed brows and eyes - quiet, confident, inadvertently illuminated by the sun beside her, so dazzling People can't take their eyes off.

The last needle was pinned into the side of the waist, Meng Qingrang took a few steps back, skimmed the details, and confirmed the effect from a macro perspective.

Not bad, not enough.

Meng Qing deepened the wrinkles between his brows, and his expression became serious.

Seeing more people not far away from the corner of the eye, Meng Qingrang turned his head, and did not deliberately hide the coldness on his body.

When Shen Jing's eyes met Qi Xi's, Meng Qing let his eyes blink physiologically, and in the next moment, his eyes seemed to be gurgling, and his eyes were overflowing with warmth.

"How long have you been in?" Meng Qingrang asked as he walked to the table.

"About ten minutes." Qi Xi said, seeing her picking something off her wrist, she asked curiously, "What is this?"

"This?" Meng Qingrang gave her a look and said, "Needle insertion."

"what about this?"

"Avatar marker line."

Qi Xi picked up the roll on the table, which looked similar to adhesive tape, but had a completely different texture and width, looked at the marking line of the avatar, put it down, and said calmly, "I don't understand."

Meng Qingrang smiled, "If you can understand it at a glance, wouldn't I, who has studied for more than [-] years, be unemployed?"

"That's right." Qi Xi passed Meng Qingrang, walked to where she was standing just now, looked at the semi-finished product in front of her and said, "What are you doing?"

"Drag-cutting, a modeling technique in clothing design." Meng Qingrang turned and leaned against the edge of the table. His fingers resting on the edge of the table accidentally touched the cigarette case. He paused, then picked it up, knocked out a cigarette, and lowered his head to bite Stopped, and spoke again, the voice became vague, "Drag cutting is the most direct cutting method to perceive the body shape and the wearing state of ready-made clothes. There is also a saying called 'soft sculpture'."

Qi Xi heard that Meng Qingrang's voice was wrong, and turned to look at her.

Seeing the cigarette in her mouth and the movement of tilting her head slightly to strike a match, her eyes lit up for a moment, and suddenly found that there was still a residual smell of smoke in the studio, not the choking discomfort, Soft and slow, very different feeling, and Meng Qingrang made the vulgar movements elegantly and freely, blending into this atmosphere, it is inexplicably pleasing to the eye.

"There are so many inflammables in the fashion designer's studio, how dare you smoke here?" Qi Xi asked curiously.

Meng Qingrang lit the cigarette, inhaled lightly, and exhaled a faint white mist from his lips, "Don't dare, T&F's studio expressly prohibits bringing in open flames, and I'm only at home right now, so I dared to let it go when no one saw it. "

"The implication is that I'm not human?" Qi Xi deliberately teased her.

Meng Qingrang pressed the hand holding the cigarette on the table, tried to keep the smoke away from Qi Xi, then raised his eyelids, looked at her who had come to her, and said, "You are not an outsider. Outsiders always want to see me roll over." ,you will not."

Qi Xi paused for a while, smiled, walked to Meng Qingrang and leaned against her, and asked her, "I've known you for so long, and I haven't seen you smoking again, what's the matter today?" There were already several ashtrays by the window. There is a cigarette butt.

Meng Qingrang pressed the cigarette butt down again, "I'm too tired these days, smoke a few to refresh myself, otherwise I won't be able to finish the work."

"In a hurry?"

"It doesn't count. I promised to pay back the favor I owed with a skirt. It's something outside of work, and I can only do it after get off work."

"What kind of favor is it, so big?" Qi Xi said casually, she still remembered Tang Jia's praise of Meng Qingrang and the comments on the Internet, and she knew that Meng Qingrang was definitely a top-notch designer, if she didn't owe a big debt Favors, most likely won't move her.

Meng Qing asked Wen Yan to turn his head to meet Qi Xi's gaze, with a big smile in his deep eyes.

"Why are you so interested in me all of a sudden? A good sign?" Meng Qing asked with a smile, obviously changing the subject.

Qi Xi was willing to be fooled, so he hummed lightly, looked forward again, and said, "Is the cigarette really that good?"

Meng Qingrang looked down at the wisps of smoke at his fingertips, pulled over a discarded manuscript as a pad, and flicked the burnt soot on it, raised his head and asked Qi Xi, "Want to know?"

Qi Xi, "I've been thinking about it for several years."

"Heh." Meng Qingrang chuckled, "Mr. Qi is really not an ordinary person if he can resist touching it for a few years."

"Thank you." Qi Xi followed Meng Qingrang's words, and when she turned her eyes to see the cigarette she was holding on to her fingertips, she was really eager to move, "Can you let me have a sip?"

Meng Qingrang looked at her, just smiled and didn't speak.

Qi Xi was so confused by the laughter, her thoughts suddenly faded, "If you don't give it, you won't give it, and I don't have to taste your mouthful."

Meng Qingrang laughed even harder, "I didn't say no, why are you angry?"

"Who's angry?" Qi Xi was depressed, can't she speak with a little tone?

"Well, okay, I'm not angry." Meng Qingrang said.

Qi Xi, "..." It's better not to say anything, just in this tone, no one will say that she is making trouble for no reason.

"I was just thinking about how to let you taste this." Meng Qingrang said again.

"Huh?" Qi Xi was puzzled, "What other ways are there to smoke?"

Meng Qingrang, "Yes, if you want to learn, I can teach you."

Qi Xi frowned, half-believing.

Meng Qingrang stopped explaining, put the cigarette to his mouth under Qi Xi's direct gaze, took a slow puff, and then handed it to her with his backhand.

Qi Xi subconsciously picked it up.

The hand was about to touch, Meng Qingrang turned his hand suddenly, pinched Qi Xi's wrist with the remaining three fingers, pressed it on the table, and at the same time leaned over quickly, and sealed her lips slightly because of surprise. Open mouth.

It was pressed tightly and did not move, only the smoke from the shredded tobacco slowly penetrated into the mouth.

It was difficult and impossible for Qi Xi to distinguish its original taste, her senses were occupied by the softness of her lips, her hot breath, and... when Meng Qingrang left without hesitation, the disappointment that surged in her heart quickly.

"That's right, it's the first time I'm more promising than me, but I didn't even cough." Meng Qingrang said with a smile.

Qi Xi's mouth was still slightly opened just now. Hearing Meng Qingrang's words, he moved his freed hand away from the table, shook it by his side, and said, "I didn't imagine it was choking."

"This is the lightest kind of smoke among ladies, otherwise I wouldn't let you touch it easily." Meng Qingrang said.

Qi Xi just wanted to reply 'You like this kind', but was cut off by Meng Qing, "Even so, you can't learn."

Qi Xi, "..." The double-standard scene seemed familiar.

Meng Qingrang ignored Qi Xi's expression, straightened his body, strode to the window, put out the unsmoked cigarette in the ashtray, turned around and said, "This thing is refreshing, and it hurts the body a little bit. Unambiguous, especially for those around you, so try not to touch if you can."

Well, this reason is okay.

"I'm just curious, I didn't want to really smoke." Qi Xi responded, and asked again, "I know smoking is bad, why don't you quit?"

Meng Qingrang walked over with a smile, "Didn't you try it before?"

Qi Xi remembered, "Peppermints?" The one that Meng Qingrang quietly stuffed into her pocket was still thrown in the drawer by her.

"Well." Meng Qingrang said, "It failed. Zhou Mai analyzed the reason for me. Do you want to know why?"

Qi Xi, "Why?"

Meng Qingrang walked up to Qi Xi, looked down at Qi Xi who was much shorter than himself because of his bent legs and leaning on the table, and said, "Because no one is in charge. Qi Xi, do you want to be the one who can control me?" people?"

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