Mr. Qin is always serious

This hug is too tight and feels too deep.

Wen Lang had never been hugged like this before. It seemed that he had exhausted all his strength and didn't want to let go. The two of them were so close that when Wen Lang lowered his head, he could hear Qin Jingshen's heartbeat.

Pounding, pounding.

Calm and hasty.

Exactly the same as he is now.

The surrounding night wind was blowing slowly, faint human voices could be heard in the distance, and someone was singing a love song on the opposite floor, the lyrics were tender and deeply affectionate.

For a moment, Wen Lang felt as if he had returned to the time when he was in school. At night, he would often see young lovers embracing each other in a certain corner, looking at each other with the same gentle eyes.

He was a bystander at that time, but now he has become one of them.

Qin Jingshen has given him too many things, which cannot be explained clearly in a few words.

Wen Lang hugged Qin Jingshen's hand on his waist, and said softly, "Mr. Qin, I'm here."

After a long silence, Qin Jingshen hummed softly: "Me too."

They hugged for a while in the silence all around them, and then they let go when they heard a faint human voice not far away, and then smiled at each other.

Wen Lang touched Qin Jingshen's cheek: "Mr. Qin, did you feel that we were having an affair just now? I couldn't help it, but I was afraid of being seen by others."

"It's not an affair." Qin Jingshen held his hand, "It's a serious relationship."

Wen Lang loves to hear this.

He smiled and looked at the person in front of him: "Then dear boyfriend, do you want to know about the daily life of campus love?"

Qin Jingshen raised his head: "Huh?"

"Although I didn't meet anyone I liked when I was in school, I have seen others fall in love." Wen Lang said, "Go to the library together in class every day, and go out to eat at roadside stalls at night. The taste is actually quite good. We probably don't have the opportunity to go to the library in class, but we can walk around for a while, come or not?"

Qin Jingshen's eyes indulged: "Come."

Wen Lang raised his eyebrows and laughed: "Let's go!"

The two of them left the school together. There was a street of snacks outside Longdu Film Academy. It was very lively at this time. Compared with the deserted campus, it seemed that all the students had gathered here.

Wen Lang put on the mask and handed another one to Qin Jingshen. He smiled and glanced to the side: "It's been more than three years, and it doesn't seem to have changed here. Look to the left, I used to like it very much. We are here to eat barbecue, but there are too many people, um... let's change the place."

It seemed that Qin Jingshen had come to this kind of place for the first time, and he looked a bit reserved. Wen Lang noticed that, looked back at him and smiled: "Boyfriend, don't be afraid, just follow me, and you will have a safe future."

Qin Jingshen liked him so lively, and couldn't help but chuckled softly: "Okay, then I'll rely on you to take it with me."

Wen Lang has known him for so long, and this is the first time he heard Qin Jingshen say that everything depends on him, his eyes suddenly turned up: "The store I want to go to is right in front, spicy and spicy mix, low price and large quantity, a tube full."

He led Qin Jingshen forward, and soon arrived at the shop mentioned earlier. The shop was small, but it was well kept and there were several plants.

Wen Lang often came here when he was in school, and the shopkeeper recognized him right away, and was a little surprised: "This is not our Wen——"

Halfway through the conversation, remembering that Wen Lang is no longer the unknown poor student he was back then, he hurriedly picked up the voice: "Why do you have time to come here?"

"Of course it's because I want to eat the spicy mix you made." Wen Lang said with a smile, "I want two servings, one is the same as before, with more spicy, and the other less salt and less sauce, not spicy."

The shopkeeper made a safe gesture to him: "Five minutes, but don't sit here, go to the bakery inside."

Wen Lang smiled: "The development is not bad, there are all private rooms?"

"You have changed from a student to a big star, so I can't improve a bit?" The shopkeeper also smiled, "Okay, come in quickly, if someone sees you, my place will be crowded and I won't be able to do business."

Wen Lang nodded, and went to the private room inside with Qin Jingshen. The hot and spicy mix was also quickly added, two servings were full, and a lot more was added.

Wen Lang took a sip first, and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction: "It's not bad, it's still a familiar taste, Mr. Qin, try it, it's delicious."

Qin Jingshen followed him and picked up the chopsticks, took a bite and hummed: "It's okay."

Spicy mix, with less salt and less sauce, will definitely be salty. Qin Jingshen has a light taste, so it's normal if you are not used to it.

Wen Lang glanced at it: "If you don't like it, don't eat it. There is a porridge shop next to it, which is also very good. Let's go there."

"No need." Qin Jingshen pressed his hand, "If you like it, I like it too."

Mr. Qin really found the time to talk about love today.

But Taotie Zaizai just eats this set.

Wen Lang was very obedient and didn't continue to move, but he still asked the owner to go to the porridge shop to pack a portion.

The two spent more than 40 minutes to fill their stomachs, bid farewell to the shopkeeper and went out, the night outside became darker.

Lights are brighter at night, and dark places are darker.

Wen Lang looked at Qin Jingshen: "Do you want to go back?"

Before the end of the last word fell, he heard the person in front of him ask him: "In the daily life of campus love, what do you usually do after eating snacks?"

That's a lot.

If you are more reserved, you can walk and talk about love, if you are not reserved, just slip on the hotel bed.

Wen Lang is such an innocent gluttonous cub, of course he didn't have the nerve to talk about the latter option, and told Qin Jingshen the specifics of the former one.

After listening to him, Qin Jingshen lowered his eyes: "What do you want to do now?"

Wen Lang had no choice.

One day he slipped on the bed in the hotel, and tomorrow the gentle 30-meter machete would be in front of his eyes.

He wrinkled his nose: "Press Malu to find out?"

Mr. Qin understands this very well, and with a little romance, he bought two balloons from the side and tied them to his and Wen Lang's wrists respectively.

The balloons are couple balloons, they will light up, and the pattern drawn by the lights is half a heart, which together becomes a sparkling little heart.

Wen Lang was overjoyed, and couldn't help but took out his phone to take a photo of their hands and balloons next to each other: "This photo will be posted on our photo wall later."

Qin Jingshen's eyes were as soft as possible: "Not enough."

Wen Lang raised his head: "Huh?"

As soon as the voice fell, Qin Jingshen felt Qin Jingshen approach him, holding his mobile phone and pressing the selfie button.

"Crack-"

The red on Wen Lang's ears and Qin Jingshen's gentle eyes are frozen in the picture together with the vast night behind him.

Wen Lang's heart was so teased that it was about to explode, and it was pounding.

Over there, Qin Jingshen straightened up, still holding his hand, lowered his head and said softly, "This is enough."

It doesn't matter if it's not enough!

You are so flirtatious!I'll give you what you want, okay? !

Wen Lang yelled wildly without restraint in his heart, but with a reserved and shy face, he gave a low hum with a blushing face.

Qin Jingshen held his hand tighter, didn't say anything, and led him forward.

Because Qin Jingshen's car was still parked in the parking space in front of the school, they didn't walk too far, they walked along the two surrounding streets, and bought three dumb bells of the same style in a jewelry store in the middle, planning to go back Finally, bring it to the three small animals at home.

The two of them imitated the students and fell in love, pressing the road outside until almost nine o'clock.

In fact, he didn't want to go back at nine o'clock, but Zhou Yanxiu called Wen Lang suddenly, saying that he would come to pick up Demacia, and he was already downstairs.

Wen Lang and Qin Jingshen had no choice but to go home. When they arrived at the community at 09:30 in the evening, Qin Jingshen went to the parking lot to park his car, so he went to find Zhou Yanxiu alone.

The latter stood downstairs in the unit, holding the mobile phone and not knowing what he was looking at.

Wen Lang went over to call him, Zhou Yanxiu looked up, saw the balloon on Wen Lang's wrist and couldn't help but click his tongue: "Yes, yes, it's quite interesting."

Pixiu, the old driver, can see the little romance in it at a glance, which is purer than the current primary school students' love.

Wen Lang was flattered, and changed the subject after a laugh: "Mr. Qin is parking the car, we will go up together when he comes back."

Zhou Yanxiu had no objection. He stroked his chin and looked at him for a while, then suddenly said, "Have you read the box I gave you when I picked up Demacia last time?"

A gentle meal.

Zhou Yanxiu knew at a glance that he had forgotten it, so he sneered: "That's something I picked out for you, do you remember where you put it? Remember to take a look when you go back."

Wen Lang does remember where the things are, and it seems to be very important to see his appearance: "Okay."

After the words were finished, Qin Jingshen just came over from behind. The three of them went upstairs together. As soon as the door opened, four fluffy balls rushed over.

Wen Lang stroked each other, feeling that the little animals were so warm and gentle, he couldn't help but laugh.

Demacia was also very excited, and ran over to Zhou Yanxiu's side. The large dog weighing seven to eighty kilograms almost threw the unprepared person down.

Zhou Yanxiu had other things to do at night, so he didn't stay with them for too long. After saying a few words, he took Demacia downstairs. The big fluffy dog ​​folded his ears and turned his head three times. Zhou Yanxiu almost laughed angrily.

As soon as Demacia left, the egg yolk was the happiest thing. The little animal happily rubbed over, its tail swaying like a phantom.

Ju Baoer and Xiao Taotie also ran over together. Wen Lang brought them the little bells he just bought, and thought they were so cute. He took another picture with his mobile phone, and when he was pouring cat and dog food for them, In a good mood, I gave a few small pieces of jerky.

The three hairballs obediently lined up in a row, lowered their heads and began to eat.

Wen Lang looked at them with a smile on the side for a while, then suddenly remembered what Zhou Yanxiu said downstairs just now, he lowered his head and secretly thought about it.

He still has a little impression of the small box that Zhou Yanxiu sent. It is rectangular and very upright, much like the lubricant box he accidentally saw on the webpage last time.

To be honest, this kind of filthy gift was really something that Zhou Yanxiu could give.

Coupled with Zhou Yanxiu's mysterious appearance just now, Wen Lang stroked his chin, feeling a little turmoil in his heart.

...It can't really be that kind of thing.

The more Wen Lang thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case, and immediately wanted to sneak back to the room to have a look.

He looked up and saw that Qin Jingshen was cutting fruit in the kitchen, and he probably wouldn't get better in a while, so he turned around and slipped upstairs quietly.

As soon as the door opened and closed, the room was silent.

Wen Lang opened the drawer of the bedside table, and the small box was indeed inside, packed in a fancy way.

With such a flower, it is not a serious thing at first glance.

Wen Lang moaned in his heart, feeling upright, picked up the box, unpacked it neatly, and gently pushed it away.

The things inside were slowly revealed with his movements, and the font on the bottle was bold and enlarged, which was very clear.

——Longdu Herbal Hair Tonic.

——Anti-hair loss, hair growth, ancestral secret recipe.

Wen Lang: ...

To be reasonable, you are afraid that you want to die.

The bald-headed man who is obsessed with old age froze with his hands, and his heart was so irritable that he couldn't add any more. Although he really wanted to show a calm smile, he failed in the end. He didn't want to say anything, he just wanted to push Zhou Yanxiu to the ground with his backhand friction.

Fierce, without leaving any room, crazy.

friction.

The author has something to say: Wen Langlang: Smile, try to smile, if you can’t smile, forget it, stop smiling, and just do it.