Mr. Qin is always serious

Wen Lang made up his mind to sleep with Mr. Qin.

However, I stood outside the bedroom for a long time with my pillow in my arms at night, but I didn't have the nerve to go in in the end.

As for slipping directly into bed or something, let alone.

His Majesty Taotie is sometimes very reserved.

Even if he is very sad.

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After one night, Sunday.

At five o'clock in the morning, Wen Lang was woken up by Song Li's call, washed up and went out in a daze, and couldn't fully open his eyes until he went downstairs.

Qin Jingshen has already got up, and is cooking porridge in the kitchen, when he heard the sound, he looked back: "Are you sleepy?"

Wen Lang lazily hummed, walked to the kitchen and put his forehead on his back: "I must go to bed early tonight, and sleep until twelve o'clock tomorrow."

Qin Jingshen frowned: "That's not good."

"At this time, you shouldn't say such things, you should kiss me to comfort me." Wen Lang said maliciously, "When you say such things, you are very like a feudal patriarch, Uncle Qin."

170 Nine-year-old Taotie His Majesty.

Mr. Qin, 27 years old.

Xie Dabao: Bah, shameless.

Qin Jingshen pursed his lips: "There is not much age difference between us."

Wen Lang felt that Mr. Qin was so cute, so he squinted his eyes and smiled: "But my heart is very young. You said I was the cutest in the world before, but now you don't recognize me?"

Qin Jingshen was silent for a while, and said, "You also said that to me, so—"

"Ok?"

"So." Qin Jingshen turned his head and kissed him, his voice was slightly low, "We are made for each other."

One sentence, six words.

The heart of the teaser is itchy.

After Qin Jingshen kissed, he turned his head again, as if nothing had happened.

Wen Lang stood behind him in a daze, raised his hand and slowly touched the one he kissed just now, the tentacles were hot, from his fingers to his heart.

Too foul.

Wen Lang thought so.

He raised his head and took a look, and found that the tips of Mr. Qin's ears didn't turn red this time, and he was even more unwilling. He thought about it and leaned over: "Mr. Qin."

Qin Jingshen tilted his head slightly: "Huh?"

Before the words fell, I felt a slap on the neck, and the voice was very clear.

Qin Jingshen paused with his fingers and looked back at him.

The little boy who had done something bad had already run to the door of the kitchen before he turned his head. Seeing Qin Jingshen's gaze, he raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Mr. Qin, be more considerate."

He gestured to his heart and ran over.

In the kitchen, Qin Jingshen looked at his back with gentle eyes, and smiled softly.

It was five forty after breakfast.

Not long after Wen Lang finished washing the dishes, Song Li and Shu He arrived. After entering, the primary school students sat on the sofa, not daring to move.

Wen Lang glanced at them: "Are you so cowardly?"

Song Li didn't return to Wen Lang, and glanced at the apple in his hand, heartbroken: "Boss, when is it time are you still in the mood to eat? Fu Tong has probably arrived in the recording studio by this time, you What a mess!"

Wen Lang took a bite of the apple unhurriedly: "You think too much, I asked just now, he hasn't gotten up yet."

Song Li was a little surprised: "Isn't he already in the studio at this time? What's going on today?"

"Who knows?" Wen Lang said, "I probably met someone last night and couldn't get up today."

Song Li: Oh, okay.

I didn't expect you to understand it very well.

He clicked his tongue: "That's not a reason for you to procrastinate, hurry up."

Wen Lang shrugged, slowly finished eating the apples and went to the second floor to change clothes, and came out 5 minutes later, a simple beige sweater and black trousers, plus a down jacket.

Song Li: "..."

The manager is very helpless, but he has nothing to say. After all, he is just going to rehearse now, and someone will come over to put on makeup in the afternoon.

He led Shuhe to stand up: "Boss, let's go."

Wen Lang nodded, then turned to look at Qin Jingshen: "Mr. Qin, when are you going?"

"In the afternoon, while you're putting on your makeup."

"It's all right."

Wen Lang zipped up the down jacket, and walked towards the entrance with the two monsters waiting beside him.

Qin Jingshen followed him and sent him out. After the door opened, Wen Lang turned around and said, "Mr. Qin, see you this afternoon."

Qin Jingshen hummed.

Then I saw the person in front of me suddenly leaning over, grabbing his front and pulling it down, and then kissed him hard on the lips.

Fast and accurate.

His Majesty Taotie is not in vain.

Song Li:! ! !

Shuhe:! ! !

Wen Lang took a step back: "Farewell kiss, dear boyfriend, I'll wait for you to find me."

Qin Jingshen's eyes were gentle: "Okay."

Wen Langxin also softened, waved at her boyfriend with a smile, turned around and went downstairs.

Shu He's car was parked across the street.

As soon as Wen Lang sat down firmly, Song Li said impatiently, "Boss, what's the matter with you and Mr. Qin?"

The little hamster was driving the car without looking sideways, but his ears were also secretly pricked up.

"That's what you saw. Besides, I'm called Mr. Qin's boyfriend. Didn't you hear?"

"When did it start?"

"A few days ago, I can't remember clearly." Wen Lang said, "If you really want to know, I can ask Mr. Qin for you."

Song Li was about to die of anger.

Are you showing affection to me? !

The manager was furious: "I don't want to know, I'm just thinking about how to publicize if you are caught by the media, and how to explain to Boss Bai Ze."

Wen Lang shrugged: "The former has big bosses from Huanyu's legal department and public relations department, don't worry, as for the latter—"

He smiled: "Brother Wen Rong has promised us that we will meet Mr. Qin's parents later."

The shock on Song Li's face couldn't be concealed: "When did it happen?!"

"It was the night I was with Mr. Qin." Wen Lang shook his legs, "I don't want to talk about the details, anyway, don't think too much about it, you are already an old monster, no matter how much you talk, it will be so annoying ah."

Song Li: ...

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Today's agent, Mr., still wants to resign.

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In [Old Time], I walked with Fu Tong several times. At two o'clock in the afternoon, the two went to the Longdu Gymnasium, preparing for the final rehearsal a few times.

Before the rehearsal, make up first, so as not to be too nervous at the last time.

Wen Lang took the lyrics and went to the dressing room on the left. When he opened the door and entered, the makeup artist hadn't come yet, and the room was quiet.

Wen Lang sat down in front of the mirror, took the time to lower his head and continue memorizing words.

As a result, after reading a few words, his eyes were suddenly covered from behind.

Wen Lang's eyelashes trembled: "Mr. Qin?"

The person behind gave a low hum, but he didn't let go, his palm was warm and slightly moist.

Oh wow.

have fun.

Wen Lang leaned back: "Mr. Qin, your eyes are covered, do you want to have a chair by the way?"

The people behind did not move.

Probably shy, so cute.

Wen Lang laughed: "Mr. Qin, come on, be happy."

Qin Jingshen paused with his hands, and then, Wen Lang felt something touch his cheek, which was warm and soft.

He couldn't help but looked up.

Then Qin Jingshen's voice rang next to his ears: "I don't know why the chair is thumping, but I want to kiss you."

Yes, Mr. Qin.

I give you full marks for your love talk.

Although this still cannot conceal the fact that you don't even know what a chair dong is.

The palms on the eyes slowly moved away at this moment.

Wen Lang raised his head, and instantly saw Qin Jingshen in the mirror. The latter stood there looking down at him with warm and soft eyes.

Wen Lang's heart trembled involuntarily.

He pondered for a few seconds, wanting to demonstrate to Mr. Qin what a chair dong is, but before he could try it, he was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door.

Wen Lang became reserved in an instant: "...Please come in."

The door was pushed open, and the person who came in was carrying a cosmetic bag, and Yujie was very fanciful.

It's Tang Dai.

Wen Lang greeted with a smile: "Sister Tang Dai."

Tang Dai was looking forward to seeing him, and her eyes softened: "I'll do your makeup and watch your first concert show by the way."

While she was speaking, she also saw Qin Jingshen, and greeted him. Qin Jingshen hummed lightly, and sat down on the sofa next to the wall again.

The house was quiet again.

Tang Dai was very fast, and it took less than 10 minutes to put on her makeup. Wen Lang didn't intend to mess with her hair. After talking to Qin Jingshen for a while, seeing that the time was almost up, she went out to find Fu Tong.

Fu Tong's dressing room was opposite him, the door was not closed tightly, and there was a crack exposed. As soon as Wen Lang approached, he heard a very subtle panting sound from inside.

awesome.

It's worthy of slipping on the bed after a month of acquaintance.

Wen Lang narrowed his eyes and knocked on the door: "Can I come in?"

After I finished speaking, I waited for a while before I heard Fu Tong's voice: "Come in."

Wen Lang pushed the door open and walked in. He saw Fu Tong for the first time. He was standing in front of the dressing table with a blank expression, his lips and eye sockets were a little red.

Standing next to him was a man in a black Tang suit, his eyes were calm and fierce, and he was not easy to mess with.

This is a big monster.

His Majesty Taotie, this underage cub, couldn't tell what the opponent was really like.

Wen Lang looked away: "Are you getting better soon?"

"Not yet." Fu Tong rubbed his eyes indiscriminately: "Just wait for me a little longer, and I'll be fine soon."

He turned around and picked up the makeup brush and began to apply makeup by himself. The man standing behind him stared at him, his eyes never moving away for a moment from beginning to end.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

Wen Lang rubbed his nose, and decided to go back to his place first, and then seize the time to have a romantic relationship with Mr. Qin.

Delicious.

Wen Lang pushed open the door of the dressing room with a smile: "Mr. Qin, I—"

The following words came to an abrupt end when Qin Jingshen looked over.

Mr. Qin is still the good-looking Mr. Qin, but he didn’t know when he wore a fluffy support headband on his head. The headband was made into the shape of a Shiba Inu’s ears. Wen Wen Lang was written on the left and right sides, and a light belt was stuck on it , is shining a warm light.

Wen Lang had never seen this kind of support headband before, and it was obviously custom-made by Mr. Qin.

my boyfriend!

how come!

so cute? !

Wen Lang's cute spot was hit hard in an instant, and at this moment, he didn't want to say anything, he just wanted to save up all the hearts of the world and give them to him.

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You are the best.

Mr. Qin.

The author has something to say: Wen Langlang: "You are the best in the world, Mr. Qin."

Mr. Qin (ears slightly red): "Yes."

……

It's late today, sorry, sorry, everyone!

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