Mr. Qin is always serious

After raising a dog for two or three years, the house was demolished once.

Wen Lang's mood was very complicated.

He put on a mask and walked home. Behind him, Fu Tong looked at his back and couldn't help but click his tongue.

Raising a dog is bound to be difficult, and you have to turn it over.

Resign yourself to your fate, my friend.

Two 10 minutes later, home.

Wen Lang went upstairs, and saw that the door of the house had been opened by the property manager, and the three fluffy balls that caused trouble were sitting in the corner of the corridor with their heads down, their hair was wet, and they looked pitiful.

Wen Lang glanced in and was shocked.

The inside is basically beyond recognition. The hardest hit area is the wooden floor, which has been soaked in water and turned over. The corners and the bottom of the furniture are also in the same situation. It is the scene of a large dog overturned.

Wen Lang: ...

The real estate guy next to him happened to make a record at this time, and looked up at him: "I checked it just now, and it should be that the few in your house accidentally bit the faucet in the bathroom when they were making a fuss, and the water seeped out and wet the floor and furniture. , there is nothing wrong with other places.”

The faucet he mentioned is the one in the bathroom that is specially used for bathing dogs. Although the installation is relatively low, the egg yolk is absolutely out of reach.

So it is clear at a glance who the culprit is.

Wen Lang glanced back at Demacia.

The big fluffy dog ​​folded its ear sockets over there, and let out a pitiful whine.

It's okay, Zhou Yanxiu's dog is as shameless as he is, and if he doesn't know anything else, he can pretend to be pitiful.

But Wen Lang really couldn't do it, and he couldn't even bear to scold him.

The real estate guy next to him couldn't help laughing: "Mr. Wen, please take a look at the property records and sign if there is no problem."

Wen Lang nodded, picked up a pen and wrote his name on the record book of the property, then went back to the room and packed up the daily necessities and some clothes, and came out to call Song Li.

Song Li quickly got through: "It's rare that the big brother took the initiative to call me, and I was flattered and flattered."

Wen Lang didn't have the strength to confront him, so he directly told Song Li what happened on his side.

Song Li was silent for a few seconds on the other end of the phone, and sincerely suggested: "Boss, do you really not consider going to my Dazhong Nanshan to have a fortune?"

Wen Lang was expressionless: "You pay?"

Song Li immediately confessed: "Forget it."

He sighed: "I'll call the decoration company first, or the previous one, right? Then you wait, I'll be there later."

Wen Lang hummed, hung up the phone and looked down at the hairballs nesting in the corner: "Come here."

The three little animals leaned over with their ears folded, looking up at him super soft and wronged.

Wen Lang's heart softened instantly.

There is no way to get them.

He helplessly rubbed the ears of the three hairballs, raised his eyes to look around the corridor, and finally sat down in the corner.

The three fluffy balls followed him step by step and leaned against him, not daring to wag their tails, chirping cowardly.

This was the first thing Qin Jingshen saw after going upstairs.

The long-legged and thin-waisted young man was sitting on the side of the corridor with a small backpack and downcast eyes. When he pursed his lips, the dimples on his cheeks were faintly visible. After hearing the footsteps, he looked up with the three fluffy balls next to him. His eyes and expression were astonishing. Consistent, like a small animal with soft fur.

Qin Jingshen's gaze paused: "Wen Lang?"

He stopped in front of Wen Lang: "What's wrong?"

Wen Lang hurriedly stood up, and sighed helplessly after hearing Qin Jingshen's words: "The house has become a large-scale demolition scene. Demacia bit the small faucet in the bathroom, and the floor and furniture have been turned over and have to be reinstalled."

Qin Jingshen glanced at him thoughtfully: "Do you have any plans?"

Wen Lang nodded: "I called Song Li just now. He contacted the decoration company and said he would pick me up later. I plan to go to his or Shu He's house for a while."

In fact, it will take a long time to make ends meet. His home is well-decorated with a sense of design, and it will take a lot of effort to restore it.

Hearing this, Qin Jingshen pursed his lips, and his eyes slowly swept over the three fluffy balls squatting in the corner, and finally stopped on Wen Lang: "You..."

Wen Lang raised his head: "Huh?"

Qin Jingshen said in a deep voice, "Would you like to come to my place first?"

Wen Lang:! ! !

It took Wen Lang half a minute to realize what he meant, and his heart skipped a beat: "You mean—"

Before he could say anything after that, Qin Jingshen's deep voice sounded again: "I'm inviting you, come to my house."

He quietly met Wen Lang's eyes, his brows and eyes were as deep as the sea at dawn.

Wen Lang was completely stunned.

Qin Jingshen didn't seem to feel anything wrong, and his voice was as flat as ever: "What do you think?"

Wen Lang blinked unconsciously, thought about it for a while, and felt that this matter is actually not impossible.

Firstly, he lived close to Fu Tong's studio and the variety show group, so it would be easier to stay here and save time for sleep.

Second, it is more important to be able to eat.

All right.

Wen Lang quickly made a decision in his heart, raised his head and smiled at Qin Jingshen: "Then trouble Mr. Qin."

Qin Jingshen raised his eyes: "It's okay."

He turned and opened the door: "Come in."

Wen Lang responded with a smile, and walked in with three fluffy dumplings.

Three minutes later, Wen Lang was standing in the middle of Qin Jingshen's living room with a small backpack in his hand. Three small animals were squatting in the corner, still looking mournful.

Soon, Little Taotie trotted down from the upstairs, squeezed into the middle and became the fourth hair ball in the corner.

It looks cute from a distance.

Wen Lang couldn't help laughing, Qin Jingshen next to him raised his eyes: "You live in the guest room, I'll take you to see it."

Wen Lang nodded hastily: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

The two went up to the second floor together.

Qin Jingshen's guest room is next to the master bedroom.

Wen Lang originally thought that the decoration style of the guest room would be similar to that of the master bedroom, black, white, gray and simple, but he didn't expect that when he opened the door, what he saw was the color of the sea.

The walls are dark blue sea wallpaper, the sheets are also dark blue stripes, there are several blue plush pillows next to the pillows, the floor is covered with a carpet made of the same material as the master bedroom, and the edges are embroidered with pale gold threads. It looks like a sea reflecting the sun.

Wen Lang was a little surprised: "It's so beautiful."

Qin Jingshen looked at him: "Just like it."

Of course Wen Lang liked it.

He met a bird from the sea when he was basking in the sun in the foggy mountain before, and he sold Amway to him crazily, which caused Wen Lang to dream about the sea for a while.

After all, those who live on the mountain yearn for the sea, those who live on the sea like it, what is lacking and what they want, this is the law that has not changed since ancient times.

Wen Lang laughed, his peach blossom eyes curved and curved.

Qin Jingshen's gaze paused for a few seconds on the dimples on his cheeks, and after a while, he looked away lightly: "It's almost 07:30, are you hungry?"

The person being asked smiled embarrassedly: "Yes."

"What to eat?"

Wen Lang reported the names of three or four dishes in a row, Qin Jingshen nodded lightly: "You rest for a while, I will call you when the time comes."

Wen Lang nodded: "Thank you, Mr. Qin."

Qin Jingshen hummed lightly, turned around and went downstairs without saying anything.

Only Wen Lang was left in the room.

He adjusted the things he brought, and then sent a text message to Song Li, briefly explaining the situation on his side, telling him not to come here for now.

Song Li was very surprised. After being surprised, he was a little disappointed with Wen Lang's work experience, so he babbled a few words.

Wen Lang responded perfunctorily, hung up the phone, looked around the room, and laughed.

The girlish Mr. Qin is so cute.

Especially the kind of cuteness that contrasts cuteness.

Wen Lang: [Plush Holding Heart].jpg

**

Later, Wen Lang called the three fluffy balls in the downstairs corner to take a bath, and after drying their fur, he found that his clothes were mostly wet, so he simply took his pajamas and went to the bathroom to take a bath.

After soaking in the bath and going downstairs, Qin Jingshen just stopped.

The two had dinner with the four animals, Wen Lang went to the kitchen to wash the dishes, and when he came out, he took the four plush balls and sat down on the carpet, nestling together to watch TV.

Wen Lang's pajamas are beige plush pajamas, with an image of a Shiba Inu and an orange cat rubbing together printed in the middle, surrounded by Egg Yolk and Orange Treasure.

He turned on the TV, which happened to be showing Pokémon, and Pikachu was holding the red dots on his cheeks on the screen, which was very cute.

Next to it is the Squirrel Turtle.

Wen Lang looked at it for a while, and felt that the Squirrel was actually quite cute, and the more he looked at it, the more pleasing to the eye.

He leaned back, rubbing Ju Bao'er in his arms, with a smile in his eyes.

When Qin Jingshen came out of the kitchen with a salad, he saw him half-lying there casually, with his pajamas rolled up slightly, revealing a vague waist.

It's kind of casually good-looking.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Wen Lang immediately sat upright, turned his head and smiled at Qin Jingshen: "Mr. Qin."

Qin Jingshen put the salad bowl on the coffee table: "Put on your clothes, don't catch a cold."

Wen Lang followed his words and looked down. Feeling embarrassed, he hurriedly pulled off his pajamas and smiled.

Qin Jingshen looked at Pikachu and Squirtle on the screen: "Where is this broadcast?"

"I don't know how many episodes it is, but Pokémon is amazing, you can watch any episode if you click on it." Wen Lang said with a smile, "Pikachu and Squirtle are so cute, and so is the Bulbasaur."

Qin Jingshen paused for a moment: "Jenny Turtle or Miao Frog Seed, which one do you prefer?"

Wen Lang's birth is Pikachu, and the other elves are actually pretty much the same with him.

He thought for a while: "Jenny Turtle."

A smile appeared on the corner of Qin Jingshen's lips, and it was taken back after only a moment's pause.

Wen Lang didn't pay attention, and continued to look at Pikachu in his arms. Egg Yolk and Demacia hadn't recovered from their guilt, and they folded their ears and huddled beside them. Little Taotie squeezed between them, wagging their tails from time to time.

The two of them sat there with four hairballs, watching Pikachu quietly for two hours.

At 45:[-], the advertising time is up.

Wen Lang calculated, there should be no Pokémon today.

Qin Jingshen sent the salad bowl on the coffee table back to the kitchen, and looked down at him when he came back: "It's getting late, don't you have something to do tomorrow? Go to bed early."

"Is Mr. Qin still not asleep?"

"I still have some things to do." Qin Jingshen said.

The two went up to the second floor together, Qin Jingshen was going to the study, and Wen Lang was going back to the room.

Wen Lang said goodnight to him, washed up and read Weibo for a while after returning home, feeling a little bored, but couldn't fall asleep, and wanted to know what Mr. Qin was doing now.

Thinking of this, Wen Lang called the little Taotie to his room and hid it, and he turned into its appearance and ran to the study.

Qin Jingshen was sitting behind the table, noticed that he came in, raised his head and glanced lightly, then lowered his head again.

Wen Lang squatted down beside him, and found that Qin Jingshen was not reading a book, but was looking at his mobile phone.

Judging from the interface, it’s not Weibo, so what are you looking at?

Wen Lang was a little curious, couldn't help but took a few steps forward, and was stunned when he saw the interface displayed on Qin Jingshen's phone screen.

【Only one hexagram more than seven hexagrams】

Alpine Rider: I ate a bar of food on Weibo today. I was so full, but satisfied.

Chigualu people: Speaking of which, should we open a [warmth] homepage?I think I have both Lang and Fu Tong and Zhou Yanxiu, so I can't lose to other CPs.

The little chubby guy digging a hole: The minister seconded the proposal.

Alpine car god: The minister seconded.

An unknown passer-by: The minister seconded the proposal.

Wen Lang:? ? ?

Can anyone tell me what this is doing? !

The author has something to say: Wen Langlang: "What kind of operation is this?!"

Mr. Qin: "It's okay."

Fu Tong: [tsk tsk tsk].jpg

Wen Rong: [Expressionless].jpg

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This chapter is to make up for yesterday, no surprise there is another update today.

Happy Lantern Festival everyone!