After wearing a book, I married the leading sister

Qinwan.

On the huge long table of the Qin family, there were two long rows of delicacies. After a cursory scan, there were at least forty dishes.

"Madam, if you can't eat, at least drink some soup."

Liu Ruo sighed, "Isn't that what that person often drinks? Don't drink it anymore."

Aunt Zhong hurriedly asked someone to take the soup away, and said, "Have some chicken? This chicken is smooth and tender..."

"Then whoever eats it often, I don't want it." Liu Ruo snorted coldly.

Aunt Zhong: "...Then don't eat anything, how about some snacks?"

Liu Ruo thought of something, looked at it, good guy, but Li Suimo's favorite food.

"Isn't that the pastry that someone often sends to Huai Yan?" Liu Ruo picked up the chopsticks and pointed at the plate of pastries.

Aunt Zhong looked left and right, and then said: "It's a bit similar, but the housekeeper bought it from outside. He said you don't have a good appetite, so you can try the outside flavor."

Liu Ruo's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly said, "Bring it here and let me have a taste!"

Back in the dormitory, it was getting late. Li Suimo was at the door for a long time, and eavesdropped for a long time before gently turning the lock with the key.

"Good evening." Li Suimo murmured, and then dawdled in the entrance to put the keys and change shoes.

"Good evening." Standing in front of the window, Qin Qing looked back sideways. She was wearing a black suit, and her coat was placed on the back of the sofa chair on the side of her casual disaster prevention. At this moment, Qin Qing was talking on the phone with one hand and the other hand side trouser pocket.

Her black hair was tied loosely behind her head, and when she smiled, the peach blossom eyes behind the long eyelashes shone with tiny rays of light.

Qin Qing was talking about work, and after greeting Li Suiman, she continued to whisper to the other end of the phone. She lowered her voice, her eyebrows were slightly pressed together, her eyebrows were slightly drawn, and her eyes were firm.

Qin Qing: "Arranging a video conference...how far has the cooperation with the R&D Park progressed?"

Li Suimo dawdled to the living room, took out the sketches, paper and pens from his backpack, put them on the easel, and sharpened his brushes to draw.

It's just that Qin Qing's voice is faintly visible in her ear, she...

"Well," Xu Shi finished talking on the phone, her tone relaxed a lot, she didn't know what she said, Qin Qing turned to look at Li Suimo, "Not bad."

Li Suiman paused, her earlobes were flushed, she closed her eyes, pinched her left hand and rubbed her right wrist.

Qin Qing: "Yes, thank you, it's just an engagement, the wedding is certain."

Li Suimo: "..."

The person who was originally standing by the window came to her side at some point, twisted her skirt with his hand, rubbed it twice, and his fingertips were stained with a layer of black ash.

It is the black ash left by the pencil on the sketch paper.

"Dirty." Before the phone hung up, Qin Qing moved her lips. Under her red lips, her pink tongue and white teeth opened her mouth to compare with her.

"...Dirty, dirty?"

Qin Qing nodded, and put her finger on the tip of Li Suimou's nose.

"..."

Li Suiman turned his face away suddenly, his heart was pounding, he didn't know what he thought of, he couldn't even hold the pen steadily, and the pencil fell from his hand to the ground.

Qin Qing hung up the phone, "What's wrong?"

Li Suimo shook his head, glanced away from Qin Qing's gaze, and then noticed that at some point, Qin Qing's hand had turned to pinch her wrist.

Qin Qing: "Tired hands?"

Li Suimu mumbled vaguely, but in the end he didn't refuse Qin Qing's courtship. He only glanced at the slender and cold back of his hand, and acquiesced in Qin Qing's closeness from the bottom of his heart.

Qin Qing moved the corner of her mouth, her five fingers tightened, and her thumb pressed down on Li Suiman's sore spot and kneaded it carefully.

Rubbing and rubbing, without saying a word, the itchy numbness spread along that point, Li Suimo only felt that the place where he was in contact with Qin Qing was numb and unbearable.

"feel better now?"

Li Suimo trembled, but she didn't answer, the air flow between the two seemed to be sluggish, filled with an inexplicably ambiguous atmosphere.

"Holding the pen for a long time, now, no, it doesn't hurt anymore." Li Suimo hesitated and finished.

Qin Qing smiled and asked her: "Can I hold you for a while?"

The girl's face was red and her ears were red, and her red face made her feel itchy. Unknowingly, Qin Qing's kneading movements slowed down, and the fingers that were attached to Li Suiman's wrist lightly passed by like caressing.

In just a moment, Li Suimo felt keenly that Qin Qing smiled and resumed rubbing her hands, and then apologized to her in a very ladylike manner.

"Feel sorry."

"...pretending, putting on a show!" Li Suimo pointed at Qin Qing, her expression was a little annoyed, but she still liked Qin Qing's tricks.

Li Suiman gently pulled his hand, Qin Qing did not let go, and looked at her, and waited until Li Suiman's ears and neck were completely red before letting go of her slowly.

Li Suiman gritted his teeth and hurried to pick up the brush again.

Qin Qing got up as if nothing had happened, stood up and said, "Are you hungry?"

"No……"

"Shall I cook noodles for you?" Qin Qing said, taking off his suit jacket, rolling up his sleeves to reveal his cold white wrists.

Li Suimo immediately changed his mouth, blushing, and said in an unsteady voice, "Okay, okay."

Qin Qing pursed her lips and stared at the back of someone's smoking head, as if Li Suimo didn't do anything, as long as she was in front of her, she could look at the back of his head for a long time.

"Scallion oil noodles or egg noodles?"

"……It will be all right."

Li Suiman held the paintbrush, and drew circles on the scrap paper with the tip of the pen, thinking: Go as soon as you go, dawdle for a long time without talking...I have to report to her for everything...

She was slandering in her heart, but the corners of her mouth were raised, and even when Qin Qing turned to leave, she quickly turned her head to take a look.

"ah!"

Qin Qing: "What's wrong?"

Li Suimo: "...No, the drawing paper was knocked off."

Qin Qing giggled and said softly, "Be careful, daredevil."

Li Suimo: "..."

There was the sound of orderly clashing pots and pans in the kitchen. Li Suimo took a pen and poked his head on the drawing paper.

The phone screen lit up, Li Suimo took it over and glanced at it.

Ji Wenjing: 【Mo, Happy New Year's Day, everything is fine with me recently at your aunt, how is baby doing recently? 】

Li Suimu curled his mouth and was about to reply when Ji Wenjing sent the next message.

【At the end of the day, mom heard about your school, did Qin Qing come to see you? 】

Li Suimu pursed his lips, glanced sideways at the kitchen, and put down his phone.

"I'll help you."

"Yes." Qin Qing said.

Li Suiman rubbed against her and reached out to touch an egg.

Qin Qing smiled: "Mo, wash your hands first."

The night sky was lonely, the window facing the pool was wide open, and the cold wind poured in, Qin Qing stretched out his hand to close the window.

Li Suiman: "Ah, cut!"

"Is it still cold?"

Li Suimo shook his head.

For a while, the atmosphere was the same.

Li Suimo smiled, looked around Qin Qing, and stepped to reach the cupboard. When his eyes moved, he glanced at the familiar car downstairs and the boy standing beside the car.

Li Suiman moved the corners of his mouth and smiled lightly.

The author has something to say: If it is short, I will grow it tomorrow!