Mr. Qin is always serious

What does it mean to be finalized?

It means that they will usher in a relatively long vacation. They can be as high as they want at home, get up at any time they want, play games and read novels openly, and they don't have to bear the sudden gaze of Director Chen.

so happy.

A group of people were instantly high, and their waves were more childish than kindergarten children.

But Xi Yuan couldn't be happy.

He touched his nose, and carefully poked Wen Lang's arm: "A friendly reminder... Are you sure you don't want to coax your Mr. Qin?"

Wen Lang was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Xi Yuan sighed: "Take a look back."

Wen Lang turned around following his words, and saw his boyfriend standing there frowning slightly, his lips pursed into a line, and he looked not in a good mood.

But still a good look.

"Your guy kept staring at me during the shooting just now, with fierce eyes, if not for my mental quality, I would have taken you to retake countless times." Xi Yuan felt a little helpless with lingering fear, "Hurry up and coax me, otherwise I'm afraid I'm going to be cold."

Mr. Drama is actually super wronged.

Is it easy for me to make a fool of myself?Everyone is so fierce, do you want to let people live?

Sad, wronged Baba.

No one has coaxed it, it's just hopeless.

Wen Lang smiled: "As for?"

Xi Yuan rolled his eyes in a disfigured way: "The person being stared at is not you, of course you think it's okay, stop talking nonsense and go quickly, otherwise not only I will be cold, but you will definitely be tossed and tossed by him at night."

Wen Lang raised his eyebrows: "I didn't expect you to be single for hundreds of years, and you know a lot."

Xi Yuan: "..."

This day is over.

It's okay to be stared at, but also to be stabbed in the heart.

Xi Yuan was so angry that he wanted to hit someone, but Mr. Qin was watching from behind. He dared not speak out, so he could only bear it, his expression seemed indescribable.

Wen Lang was amused by the teasing, so he didn't intentionally make trouble with him, went to the side and talked to Chen Jia, and then walked towards Qin Jingshen.

The two found an empty classroom and sat down. Qin Jingshen temporarily took over Shu He's cute job, unscrewed the thermos and handed it to him: "Are you tired?"

Wen Lang looked at him with a smile: "I'm not tired, but you—"

Before he could finish the words, Qin Jingshen raised his finger to the cup in his hand: "Drink some water first."

Uncle Qin is still very particular about this aspect.

Wen Lang drank a few sips according to his words, and found that it didn't taste like wolfberry water, but rock sugar pear with hawthorn added.

Qin Jingshen just made this syrup last night, and Wen Lang casually said something delicious, and he remembered it.

What a gentle person.

Wen Lang's heart softened, he lowered his head and finished drinking the remaining sugar water before screwing on the lid, narrowing his eyes contentedly: "Why is my boyfriend so nice?"

Qin Jingshen put the thermos back, but there was still no emotion on his face, and he didn't speak.

Wen Lang thought Mr. Qin like this was very cute, and it made his heart itch, so he couldn't help but continue what he had just said: "Boyfriend, are you... are you jealous?"

Qin Jingshen gave a low hum, as frank as ever.

Wen Lang suddenly became serious: "Mr. Qin, you can't do this."

Qin Jingshen paused, thinking that Wen Lang was angry, his eyes became flustered rarely, and he looked up at him.

The two people looked at each other, and a few seconds later, Wen Lang pursed his lips and smiled, stepped forward and kissed Qin Jingshen's lips lightly, and said softly: "I like you so much, how can you still love me because of others? Are you jealous?"

Qin Jingshen's fingers trembled.

Wen Lang took his hand with the opportunity, a pair of small dimples were soft and sweet: "Let's go, let's go home."

Say goodbye to Chen Jia before leaving.

At this time, there were basically no actors on the production team. Chen Jia himself had been there, and he knew that he wanted to stick together 24 hours a day during the passionate love period, and he didn't want to disturb their relationship.

Wen Lang agreed and left the crew with Qin Jingshen.

It was just after ten o'clock when I got home.

Wen Lang knocked on Xie Yao's door first - these days he was very careless at home, and he often walked around with his almost transparent shirt on his ears. They are temporarily fostered by Xie Yao.

Xie Dabao was delighted to hear this, and was a little reluctant to see Wen Lang coming to pick him up: "Can't we just stay a few more days? I haven't touched enough kittens yet."

Wen Lang glanced at him: "I think it's pretty good, if you don't pick them up, you'll be bald."

Gluttony is really annoying.

Xie Yao wrinkled his nose, still a little unwilling to give up, thought for a while, and asked: "You have finally ushered in the long vacation, so you have no plans?"

Wen Lang smiled: "Of course there is. Walking cats, walking dogs, browsing Weibo and raising flowers, life is quite rich."

Xie Yao: "..."

Good film king, can you have something to do?

He tried to guide: "Listen to me... You see, you have a successful career with the actor in your hand, your boyfriend is so good-looking, and you wear a ring on your finger, so you don't intend to show anything?"

Wen Lang raised his eyebrows: "What exactly do you want to say?"

Xie Yao didn't play tricks on him anymore: "Same-sex marriage has been legal for decades, and you wear a ring even when it's out of the closet, why don't you go to get a small red notebook with Mr. Qin, and take a honeymoon trip by the way. "

Wen Lang stroked his chin, thoughtful.

Seeing that there was something going on, Xie Yao continued, "When the time comes, the two of you will love each other and go around, and you don't have to worry about it at home. Leave the egg yolk and orange treasure to me, and I promise to live up to the organization's expectations and feed it well."

Dare to say so much is waiting here.

Wen Lang couldn't help laughing, and didn't say yes or no, and went home holding the egg yolk and Ju Baoer under Xie Yao's expectant eyes.

Xie Yao was so angry that he decided to post a long Weibo to blackmail Wen Lang when he went back, the kind of five thousand words guaranteed.

Xie Dabao: [Holding his chest and puffing up].jpg

**

"Dear You" wrap-up banquet is at seven o'clock, at Longdu Hotel, private room No. [-] on the third floor.

The crew was very active in eating, drinking and having fun, and they all arrived half an hour early, so when Wen Lang and Qin Jingshen entered, they looked up and saw dozens of pairs of eager eyes.

Wen Lang was stunned for a moment: "What's the matter?"

Everyone said in unison: "Hungry!"

Wen Lang: "..."

Chen Jia also felt a little ashamed: "Go, don't make a fuss, it's like how I abused you in the production crew. As for this?"

A group of people just watched helplessly without speaking.

Wen Lang laughed: "Director Chen, let's serve."

Chen Jia shook his head helplessly, and called the people outside to come and serve the food.

Rendezvous Hotel is very efficient, and the tables are filled within a few minutes.

Wen Lang was spoiled by Qin Jingshen. He felt that these dishes were not very palatable. Unconsciously talking, talking about the past between him and Song Huanchi.

We have known each other since we were young, we lived next door to each other, we had a crush on each other for many years, we went to the same university and we lived in the same dormitory, and we went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to talk about books as soon as we graduated.

After talking about the young years, he began to talk about the present, talking about how good the person he likes, and talking about the time when they went on a trip together, it was very sweet.

Song Huanchi was sitting next to him, and he felt embarrassed and sweet at the same time hearing what he said, with a soft smile in his eyes all the time.

Wen Lang looked at it, and couldn't help but think of what Xie Yao said in the afternoon. He felt a little itchy at that time, let alone now.

He thought for a while, then looked back at Qin Jingshen, who scooped up a small bowl of soup and put it in front of him: "Drink a little, it tastes good, you should like it."

Wen Lang took a sip and felt that it was really good, even better than the dishes on the table.

He laughed, and heard Qin Jingshen ask again: "What are you thinking?"

Wen Lang looked at him with his chin in his hand: "I was thinking about such a good boyfriend, I am so lucky to have found him."

A smile appeared in Qin Jingshen's eyes: "Me too."

Wen Lang: "Huh?"

Qin Jingshen didn't repeat it, and scooped up another bowl of soup for him, and gently rubbed his hair.

At ten o'clock, a group of people came out of Longdu Hotel. Chen Jia drank too much and couldn't hear what others asked, so he knew he was holding Song Huanchi and smiling, looking very silly.

Song Huanchi smiled embarrassedly: "He's just like that when he's drunk, and he may not be able to accompany you later, so I'll take him back first."

The assistant director hurriedly waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay, besides, we were planning to go home, after all, we are not young anymore, how can we still be the same as before."

Forced by other people who are not young: "...the assistant director is right."

Song Huanchi laughed again. He usually looked a bit cold, but his smile was very gentle: "Then everyone should go back early, it's been a hard time."

Everyone agreed, and by the way, they were more careful.

Ten minutes later, everyone went back to their respective houses, and only Wen Lang and Qin Jingshen were left outside.

The two held hands and walked slowly towards home along the street. It was warm at this time, and the evening wind was neither too hot nor too cold, and it was very comfortable to blow on the body. Wen Langxu bluffed and laughed: "This feeling is the same as It's kind of like when I was on the mountain in the mist."

Qin Jingshen turned his head to look at him: "Huh?"

He wanted to hear more from Wen Lang about the past, but Wen Lang suddenly changed the subject: "Mr. Qin, actually there is something I wanted to do a long time ago, but I couldn't do it alone, would you like to help me?" ?”

Of course Qin Jingshen would not refuse: "Okay, what's the matter?"

Wen Lang didn't dare to look at him, and his voice was very low: "I think I'm doing pretty well now, basically I have everything I want, the only thing that's worse is a red notebook, so I want to ask you— —”

He raised his head to meet Qin Jingshen's eyes, and spoke seriously, word by word.

"Would you like to go with me to get that little red book, and then... go to Wuzhong Mountain with me to have a look?"

The author has something to say: hey hey hey hey w.

The two big cubs and the little cubs are both cute, and I am very happy when writing, but there is one thing I want to say... As I mentioned before, this period of time is very busy, and I can only sleep for more than five hours a day , I don’t have time for dinner, and sometimes I don’t have time for lunch. I lasted like this for about 20 days.

Now the eyes are so uncomfortable, I hope the quality of the text is not affected, and then I want to ask for leave tomorrow, there is no way to update.

Everyone cares.

good night.