The Emperor of Meiqiang and the Shadow has grown a pair of bunny ears

The little assistant was completely dumbfounded, and couldn't cope with this kind of scene.

She keenly felt that there were several cameras aimed at this side, she turned sideways to block the best viewing angle, and turned the decorative button on her chest.

Yan Shiqing was very calm, picked up the cell phone that had been turned off, and nodded slightly to the waiter: "Sorry."

The phone was ruthlessly thrown away, and his eyes turned around the assistant: "It's hard work."

"If Pan E finds you, tell me that I am capricious." Yan Shiqing took a handkerchief and wiped off the water splashed on his watch, "Buy a new mobile phone, and I will reimburse you privately."

His tie still remained docile, and his face was calm. Even though he had just done that unreasonable behavior just now, he still felt elegant and noble.

He didn't speak fast, but as soon as he finished speaking, he strode towards the exit of the venue.

The assistant chased after him, raised his head and flustered, unable to say a decent word.

For a while, she didn't know whether to persuade her or contact Pan E first. During the hesitation, Yan Shiqing had already gotten into the car.

The assistant stomped his feet anxiously, but there was nothing he could do, so he found a corner and squatted down, typing and reporting.

Pan E's cursing voice came rolling in, the assistant's back stiffened, and he didn't know how to reply for a moment.

She breathed on her frozen fingers, thought for a moment on the phone screen, and finally unbuttoned her chest and removed a pinhole camera from her back.

Yan Shiqing drove fast all the way, stepped on the accelerator to the maximum, but still didn't make it in time to go home before twelve o'clock.

He was stuck in the street, full of young people celebrating New Year's Eve, cheering and waiting for the number on the electronic screen to jump to zero.

Qi Jiu called 5 minutes ago, and hung up after a few rings, worried that it would be inconvenient for Yan Shiqing to be busy, and always afraid that his unintentional actions would cause trouble again.

When Yan Shiqing noticed, it was quite a long time in the morning.

The call back was not connected, and Qi Jiu had already fallen asleep.

Qi Jiu was very obedient, and Yan Shiqing told him not to wait, so he obediently went to bed according to the time.

But he was sleeping on the edge of the bed again, with his face facing the door. When Yan Shiqing opened the door, a small cluster of light walked in, which quickly woke him up.

In the dense field of vision, only the place where Yan Shiqing was standing was bright.

Qi Jiu couldn't see his lover's face clearly, but the corners of his mouth raised first, and he was still sleepy, so he wished him vaguely: "Happy New Year."

The other party didn't speak, only the sound of slippers falling on the floor, rushing towards him.

Qi Jiu rubbed his eyes, propped his elbows on the bed, and was hugged tightly before he could sit up completely.

The familiar bitter tea, wrapped in the smell of smoke and morning mist, attacked Qi Jiu's nasal cavity, covering everything about him.

Qi Jiu yawned, lay down obediently, put his fingers on Yan Shiqing's back and tapped lightly: "You have worked hard, congratulations on winning the prize."

The room was quiet, only the sound of explosions from the fireworks display area was heard in the distance, and people celebrated the new year in a warm way.

Yan Shiqing held it for too long, Qi Jiu thought he was celebrating his first award in this way, so he let him hold it.

He listened to the firecrackers going off for a few rounds, Yan Shiqing didn't intend to let go at all, as if he wanted to use this method to get rid of the cold.

Qi Jiu pushed him tentatively, and gave up struggling after being hugged even tighter by the other party. Instead, he asked, "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat?"

Still didn't get a reply, only felt Yan Shiqing's head shaking beside his ear.

A little itchy, Qi Jiu moved a little to the other side: "Is there a lot of people on the street? Is everyone celebrating New Year's Eve, do you want to join them?"

Yan Shiqing still didn't speak, but felt Qi Jiu's reaction of moving away, and immediately clinged to him like a large dog, and buried his whole head on Qi Jiu's neck.

Qi Jiu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and let him play with him, moving his head close to Yan Shiqing's temple.

The behavior of the other party tonight is really abnormal. Yan Shiqing's clinginess is very strange, and it is often hidden in very obscure places. It always takes Qi Jiu to think for a while before he can figure it out.

Qi Jiu was hugged so intimately by him, touched his temperature, smelled his scent, and only then did he slowly react——

My boyfriend seems to be unwilling.

Yan Shiqing was 22 years old at the time, and he finally got off to a good start. Everyone was celebrating his youth and promise, thinking that he had finally come to the end and stepped into the first hurdle of the journey.

Yan Shiqing was extraordinarily greedy, and he still had the spirit and impatience that had not settled down, gnashing his teeth at the fairly good grades.

He was not satisfied with the status quo, nor listened to flattery, he pushed himself, forcing himself to run forward.

But Qi Jiu couldn't get the mutual.

This painful emotion needs to be digested by oneself, and it is difficult to resonate with others with words.

Only in the long and difficult torment, waiting for the fire in the chest to pass, or be transformed into something else.

So Qi Jiu suddenly hugged Yan Shiqing with his hands and feet, rolled his waist forcefully, and pressed Yan Shiqing on the bed.

He was very badass, and under Yan Shiqing's slightly astonished gaze, he bit the other's lip.

Not very hard, but very annoying, bite and run away.

Yan Shiqing was slightly startled, and immediately chased him out.

After running out of the bedroom, I found that most of the lights on the first floor had been turned on, dyeing the home in a warm yellow hue.

Qi Jiuji jingled his slippers in the kitchen, and without much comfort, he pushed Yan Shiqing onto the beanbag sofa with a smile.

Then he neatly wrapped up Yan Shiqing's suit jacket, carried his newly bought floral padded jacket, put a light coffee-colored blanket on his knees, tuned to a cross talk show on the TV, and lit the orange-scented aromatherapy.

So Qi Jiu finally had the night he always wanted to share with Yan Shiqing.

When the screen window is opened, the wind chimes jingle and the wind with the fragrance of wintersweet comes in.

Qi Jiu went to the courtyard to break one, threw it into a long-necked vase, poured osmanthus flowers dried in the late autumn from the white porcelain jar, and brought out two bowls of sweet-scented osmanthus wine stuffed balls.

The ceramic bowl was dyed so hot that his fingertips were dyed red, and he hurriedly handed it to Yan Shiqing, and snuggled up with him.

"...Don't be too anxious, rushing for success is not a good thing." Listening to the cross talk, Qi Jiu told Yan Shiqing slowly, with a spoon in his mouth, "I'll wait for you to take your time."

"How big is the award for Best Actor, I'll order one for you tomorrow." He narrowed his eyes and smiled until he couldn't see the mole, "It's not authoritative enough, but it's absolutely true."