Mr. Qin is always serious

Wen Lang looked at the emoji in the message box with complicated emotions, and didn't know what to say for a while.

The scene was very embarrassing.

Let's just forget about it.

Wen Lang touched his nose: "Mr. Qin, are you busy recently?"

The topic was changed so bluntly, but Qin Jingshen accepted it.

"It's okay." He said, "Are you busy? Recently...why haven't you sung?"

Yeah, why?

It's not because I have to spend time with you, so I don't have time to play the guitar.

But Wen Lang didn't dare to confront him head-on.

He smiled: "I don't know many songs, the only one I can complete is "The Wind of the Old Times"."

Qin Jingshen lowered his eyes: "I remember you sang this song for the first time on "End of Dawn"?"

"End of Dawn" is the name of Wen Lang's graduation drama.

Wen Lang nodded: "Have you seen Mr. Qin?"

Thinking about it, it is actually a normal thing. Nowadays, some decent film academies will invite some celebrities in the entertainment circle to be special guests during their graduation dramas. With Qin Jingshen's status, such invitations should receive many invitations every year. .

Qin Jingshen hummed: "I've seen it."

He only said two words, then stopped talking, and looked at Wen Lang calmly.

Wen Lang didn't pay much attention, and smiled: "That was the first scene of my career, and Ju Baoer was brought home by me that day."

Qin Jingshen: "Huh?"

"I actually picked up Ju Baoer." Wen Lang said, "At that time, the show had just finished, and a bunch of people on the rostrum were waiting to speak. I was so hungry that I sneaked out to buy something to eat. You can see it in the auditorium... Don't look at Ju Baoer who is so fat now, but in fact, at that time, it was still a very thin little milk cat, hiding under the bench and shivering, with a trembling sound, which sounded very miserable. "

Ju Bao'er seemed to realize that Wen Lang was talking about it, and turned over to reveal her belly, begging to be touched.

Wen Lang touched it casually: "It was still raining that day, I saw, oh, poor boy, there happened to be a piece of ham sausage in my pocket, so I fed it, but the little guy started to crawl into my arms non-stop. Dear dear, I thought to myself that since I ate my ham sausage, it must be my cat, so I took it home."

The fact is that Wen Lang finally met the little animal who was not afraid of him, and was so moved that he almost cried. He bought a bunch of snacks that cats like to eat, and then coaxed Ju Baoer back.

Of course you can't tell Mr. Qin about this kind of thing.

His Majesty Taotie loves face.

Ju Baoer looked at him with cat eyes.

Wen Lang squeezed its meat pad with a smile, and shook it towards Qin Jingshen: "Three years have passed, and the poor little milk cat has turned into a soft orange fat man...Come on, Bao'er , call out."

Ju Bao'er turned over and rubbed into his arms, then meowed softly, as if being coquettish.

Wen Lang was satisfied: "With the orange cat in hand, I have the world."

Qin Jingshen's eyes deepened a little: "At that time, were you the only one who discovered Ju Baoer?"

Nuan Nuan recalled: "No, I remember that when I was feeding Ju Baoer, someone came over to hold an umbrella for me, and I said this to him, maybe it was our school teacher?"

He thought for a while but couldn't figure it out, and finally shook his head: "He seems to be a very good-looking person. At that time, I was only focused on feeding Ju Baoer, um... I didn't pay much attention."

Qin Jingshen pursed his lips.

Although the expression still didn't seem to change, Wen Lang knew that Mr. Qin was unhappy.

You can't believe the monster's intuition.

But he didn't know what he said or did wrong.

After thinking about the conversation just now, I felt that there was nothing wrong with it.

So what's wrong?

Just as Wen Lang wanted to continue exploring, Qin Jingshen stood up with Xiao Taotie in his arms, and said in an extremely flat voice, "I'm going back first."

Wen Lang was still in a daze, and after hearing his words, he subconsciously said hello, and when he realized it, only the backs of Mr. Qin and Xiao Taotie were left in front of him.

Wen Lang: [Suddenly stunned].jpg

He couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

Why is Mr. Qin unhappy?Could it be that he was the one who held the umbrella for him back then?

No no no, impossible.

The big boss should be speaking on the rostrum at that time, how could he appear there?

Nuan Nuan ruled out the answer without hesitation, but continued to think, but couldn't figure out why, and sighed inwardly.

He looked up at the egg yolk who had just run over, and rubbed Huang Tuanzi's ears: "Tell me, did you have too much fun just now, and your expression was too indulgent, which made Mr. Qin unhappy?"

Caught off guard, the egg yolk, which had been loaded up again, wagged his tail, tilted his head and smiled at Mr. Wen Lang with squinting eyes.

Wen Lang nodded on its wet nose, and couldn't help laughing.

**

In the evening, Wen Lang took the egg yolk and Ju Bao'er to the pet shop downstairs for foster care, and then went to the side with Song Li and Shu He to have fun, and went upstairs to Qin Jingshen's home in the evening.

It's not that he doesn't want to stay in his own home, but because he loves his hair.

His Majesty Taotie: [Be strong, not bald].jpg

Even so, it didn't save much.

In the early morning of the next day, Wen Lang looked in the mirror, plucked his body as evenly as possible, and looked down, feeling so distressed that he was about to pass out.

But it was useless to be distressed, so Wen Lang could only choose to see nothing. After patting the little Taotie back and forth, he went home and went downstairs with his luggage.

It was less than six o'clock when he left, and Qin Jingshen was still awake - he stayed in the study until midnight last night.

Wen Lang felt that Mr. Qin might not be in a good mood, so he stopped searching for his name on Weibo.

But what is the reason?

Can't figure it out can't figure it out.

Wen Lang went downstairs with such doubts, Song Li and Shu He were already waiting outside the community.

Logically speaking, Song Li didn't need to follow, but he was always worried that Wen Lang would cause trouble, so he decided to follow, just in case.

Wen Lang felt that he was actually here for a public trip.

"Am I such a superficial person?!" Song Li scoffed at Wen Lang's thoughts, "I'm also a gold medal agent after all, how could I be short of that little money?"

Wen Lang snorted: "Then you pay for it yourself this time, and the extra money will be used as a bonus for the children, how about it?"

Shu He held the snacks and his eyes sparkled.

Song Li: "..."

Song Li lowered his head instantly: "Boss, I was wrong."

Tsk, not promising.

Wen Lang closed his eyes and stopped talking. Song Li over there decided to make amends and came over: "Boss, why do I feel that you seem to be troubled today?"

Wen Lang looked at him: "Don't tell me, there really are."

Song Li was suddenly surprised: "What's wrong?"

Wen Lang told him what happened yesterday.

After listening to him, Song Li raised his head and gave him a quiet look, his expression was indescribable.

"...What's your reaction?"

"I just feel sad, boss, your society has been in vain these past few years."

Song Li said: "With the position of the big boss, he must be the first one to speak up when your graduation drama is over. The big boss is talking on stage, but you sneak out to eat and masturbate. People must think You are disrespecting him, and I will be angry if you let me go."

Wen Lang thought for a while, and felt that what he said made sense: "Then what should we do?"

Song Li: "You wait."

He lowered his head and opened WeChat for a while, and soon Wen Lang heard his phone ding-dong.

He opened it and found that Song Li had shared many WeChat articles with him.

"Ten Things New Professionals Should Pay Attention to"

"Rapidly Improve Emotional Intelligence in the Workplace - Twelve Details You Need to Know"

"One Hundred Words You Shouldn't Say in the Workplace"

"Unspoken rules that people in the workplace must know"

"Shock!The newly hired secretary actually did this kind of thing with his boss in the office! "

The last one was quickly recalled by Song Li.

Wen Lang: "..."

Wen Lang didn't want to read these articles, but just wanted to blow Song Li's head off with his backhand.

Song Li coughed dryly, and quickly remedied: "I don't think the big boss is such a stingy person, don't you have his WeChat account? How about sending a message?"

Wen Lang hesitated for a moment: "Wouldn't it be embarrassing if I didn't reply after sending it?"

"But it's embarrassing to be bald like you are now, why don't you try it." Song Li said, and felt something was wrong after speaking, "Boss, I think you have changed. I didn't see you when I was angry before." It’s a loss.”

Wen Lang smiled slightly: "You have to know that no matter who they are, they are tolerant to good-looking people."

Song Li: "..."

Song Li really wanted to fight, but knew he couldn't beat him, so he chose to shut up and sat down on the other side.

Wen Lang sat in the original position, then hesitated for a while, and finally poked Qin Jingshen's profile picture, and sent an emoji to him.

Classmate Wen is walking the dog: [Come on, come on, look here].gif

Classmate Wen is walking his dog: Mr. Qin, I want to ask you something, is it convenient for you now?

The author has something to say: Wen Langlang: "I basically never forget good-looking people, such as you, Mr. Qin."

Mr. Qin: "Little liar."