The whole world knows he has a crush on me

However, Qu Ning did not know all this.

To be precise, there is no connection between him, Bo Jiu, and Dr. Song at all.

Seeing that Bo Jiu hung up the phone with a delicate expression on his face, Qu Ning didn't dare to ask, for fear that Bo Jiu would spit out some shocking words again.

"The rain is getting heavier, let's go home?" Bo Jiu said.

Qu Ning let out a "huh".

Bo Jiu knew that he was impulsive about today's matter, but he couldn't be a calm person to Qu Ning. He had been like this from the beginning, and now he was afraid that if he slowed down, the people in front of him would pack up and run away.

When the car started, Bo Jiu turned the steering wheel, but then stepped on the brake.

Qu Ning: "???"

Bo Jiu thought of something, took the hairball out of his pocket, and threw it to the co-pilot: "Here, your favorite cat."

Qu Ning: "..."

Cat: "Meow meow?"

Qu Ning: "Drive, drive."

Right now he still doesn't understand why Bo Jiu is so unpredictable, but after 10 minutes he understands.

"Where's your bed—" Qu Ning raised his voice involuntarily, with horror: "Is there a thief in the house?"

He looked at the big bedroom that was ransacked in front of him, as if he had never let anything go. He turned his head to look for the person behind him while holding the cat, but he saw Bo Jiu leaning against the door behind him with his arms folded calmly.

"The bed was removed."

Qu Ning: "...Huh?"

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows: "Have you forgotten how I came to Nanfeng?"

Qu Ning: "..."

Qu Ning's voice was a little weak: "Has your mother been here?"

Bo Jiu hummed, "Don't be afraid, she's a nice person, I'll show you some other day."

Qu Ning wanted to cry, but the cat in his hand suddenly struggled, and Bo Jiu came over and grabbed it: "You go take a bath first, I will find a way to clean up my son."

A series of things made Qu Ning numb: "Remember not to eat salty..."

Bo Jiu looked at him and smiled inexplicably: "Aren't you able to raise or take care of him?"

Qu Ning's face turned red, and he said from embarrassment, "Go quickly."

Holding the hairball, Bo Jiu really lifted his feet, and swayed at him while backing up. The kitten had its tail between its legs, and its ears were shaped like airplanes.

Qu Ning couldn't hold back the corners of his mouth, and he let out a long sigh after he went out.

He walked quickly to the cloakroom, and as expected, he saw the small safe was wide open. Bo Jiu was a rule, except for the painting album, he didn't touch anything else at all, but other things were not as impactful as the painting album...

It's all miscellaneous awards and gadgets, even the hearing aid is in his bag now.

Qu Ning looked cautiously, knelt down to watch the box close properly, adjusted it again and again, and got up and walked towards the bedroom after confirming that it could not be opened.

This bath lasts for half an hour.

He has long hair, so he likes to keep it clean, and the process is a bit cumbersome. When he was drying his hair, he saw the "conditioner" on the shelf, and his face turned red again involuntarily.

Alas... Bo Jiu.

With a sweep of the eyes, the movement is a pause.

I don't know since when, many things appeared in Bo Jiu's bathroom.

In addition to his neatly organized hair rope, there are some things he doesn't recognize...

body wash? ...and perfume...aftershave...

When did Bo Jiu become so particular about it?I seem to have bought a lot of clothes recently...

Qu Ning was in a daze while blowing his hair, only the sound of the wind in his ears but not the sound of the blower. After a while, he put down the things and suddenly realized what was going on.

It was another half hour of stagnation.

A rough man who used to dislike the fragrance of shower gel, is now so delicate... Thinking of some small details in the past, he couldn't help but make a bold guess.

Is Bo Jiu afraid that he will despise him?

Thinking of this, Qu Ning couldn't stand anymore. He pushed open the door of the bathroom and subconsciously looked towards the sofa bed, but he didn't find anyone, only to realize that the bed had been dragged away by that person.

The eyes rolled again, and the whole person suddenly became familiar from the soles of the feet to the roots of the ears.

Bo Jiu held the book in one hand, and played with a feather he picked up from nowhere in the other, and slept on the side of the big bed in such a majestic manner.

Sleeping on this bed, he felt that the bed was too big, but it suddenly seemed smaller with the addition of an owner.

Bo Jiu is more suitable for this bed than him.

Qu Ning has the nerve to drive people away, after all, this is something belonging to Bo Jiu's family.

He walked forward hesitantly: "The sofa outside..."

"Don't even think about it, the last time I slept all night, my back hurt."

Qu Ning said with difficulty: "I mean, I will go..."

Only then did Bo Jiu raise his eyes: "You don't even want me to send you to bed?"

Qu Ning: "!"

Leave him alone!

"Just kidding," Bo Jiu smiled suddenly, and changed his style of painting, "I left most of it for you. They are all men. If you don't accept me for a while, just treat me as a big ornament. It's so cold in autumn. It heats up automatically."

Qu Ning: Forget about warming the bed!

Whatever happened to meet this person in front of him, it was like going straight in the direction of a wild horse.

He took a deep breath, walked to the other side and was about to lift the quilt, but was suddenly startled.

The long-haired gray raccoon flower, which has always been beautiful, jumped out from the quilt, chasing the feather in Bo Jiu's hand, because it was too thin to be noticed just now.

Qu Ning endured and endured, and said: "The stray cats are brought home and need to be washed and cleaned—"

"I know, didn't I just serve it after washing it? You love to be clean. I just pressed it and gave it a good rinse. This little thing looks small, but it is actually three or four months old. It was raised by wandering outside. He's full of sinews and claws, I'm afraid he's hungry today, don't say our little native cat is skinny." Bo Jiu asked for credit.

Qu Ning breathed out slowly.

He went to bed cautiously, and as soon as he leaned against the bed, he felt a sight from the side that could not be ignored. He turned his head and got a pair of shining eyes.

"Little Wo Ning, the last time you lay on the same bed, was it when you were in the student dormitory? You were much more shy back then than you are now, and you couldn't blush even if you moved a little—"

"Bo Jiu!"

"Meow!"

Qu Ning: "..."

Bo Jiu: "He's really Daddy's obedient son, he is worthy of serving you."

Qu Ning looked at him helplessly: "Don't take my words as wind on your ears—"

"How dare I, I'm not listening carefully," Bo Jiu rubbed the cat's head twice, "but listen to me, I have my own judgment, and you will have something big to hide from now on I don't tell me, I also know what you really think in the bottom of your heart."

Speaking of this, Bo Jiu suddenly approached, with a low and ambiguous tone: "I finally figured you out, didn't you tell me some of your psychological thoughts before? As you said, you didn't contact me because there was no good result. Doesn't it mean that you actually have that thing in your heart, you think about it and you think it's not good enough, so you stay away from the things you care about more and more, for fear of harming them or yourself—"

When Qu Ning's face changed drastically, Bo Jiu's accent changed: "It's like this cat, you like it, but you don't know how to keep it, so take a look now, the rain is heavy in late autumn, the villa is warm, two people and one cat , isn’t this the life of a fairy?”

Speaking of this, he seemed to say casually: "Besides, it's not just the cat, but also me, the two of us will keep chasing you until you accept it—"

"Bo Jiu." Qu Ning interrupted him, "The cat... let's give it to a good family some other day."

Bo Jiu's face suddenly collapsed: "I don't."

Qu Ning was a little anxious: "If I'm not here, you don't know how to keep cats at all."

"Then it's fine if you're here? I'll raise you, can you raise a cat?"

Qu Ning: "I—"

Bo Jiu interrupted him in turn: "The more you behave like this, the more I suspect that you are hiding something terrible from me. I have to detain you now and have to see what makes you so difficult." Looking at Qu Ning again With the intention of speaking, he suddenly turned over and pushed Qu Ning onto the bed.

"Qu Ning, don't keep challenging my endurance," Bo Jiu said with deep eyes, "Don't look at me as if I don't care about it, I'm actually stubborn in my heart, but I can't do anything about you."

Qu Ning's eyes were wide open, feeling the hot palm on his lips, his face seemed to be steamed.

"I can't bear to remind you of the past, so I don't ask much, but it doesn't mean I don't pay attention. Once I'm serious about what I want to investigate, it will take three or two days to submit the full text. If you don't tell me I have to think of my own way, and I will ask you at the end, what is it that you insist on leaving without telling me?"

Qu Ning's pupils contracted, and his Adam's apple slipped slightly.

Bo Jiu let go and looked at him in this dangerous posture.

Qu Ning didn't dare to breathe too much, he said: "I resigned not long after I joined the job, and I have full attendance—"

"Okay, you can." Bo Jiushui fell asleep next to him, his tone unclear.

But Qu Ning hadn't finished speaking, he actually wanted to say that his old company was afraid that people would not be able to stay in a noisy place like an entertainment company all the time. He wanted to open his own studio and worry about everything. In the south wind...

But the other party obviously misunderstood what he meant.

Qu Ning's shell has begun to loosen, maybe it's Dr. Song's effective relief, maybe it's some other unknown secret emotions, in short, facing Bo Jiu, he felt the tendency of turning back in his stubborn heart for the first time.

The little raccoon meowed inappropriately, its hair was groomed to be fluffy and smooth, and it had another full meal, and now it became more and more lively.

Bo Jiu glanced at Qu Ning, then at the cat.

"Didn't you ask this little thing to follow me? Then take my surname." Bo Jiu looked at Qu Ning, and pointed out every word: "The surname is Bo, and you are a male, so you can be called Bo Qinglang." What do you think?"

The author has something to say:

In the future, if you have no childbirth, you will be a fickle mother.