half blind

Zhang Qing smiled, "Are you still planning to make a blood alliance?"

"Forget the blood, how about we have a pizza?" Duanmurou stood up, reached out and rubbed the heads of the two big men, and took out a whole box of beef pizza as if by magic.

"Wow——" Zhang Qing sighed, "I never thought that Sister Rou would take out this kind of calorie bomb one day."

"You poor little one can't get a job anyway, so it would be too cruel to let you manage your body?" Duanmurou opened the pizza box, "If it wasn't for Yin Ling who was picked up halfway, this meeting must still be hot. "

"There is a microwave in the kitchen, I'll take it to heat up." Zhou Nanchen stood up and took the pizza to the kitchen.

"If Yin Ling finds out tomorrow that we are eating pizza behind her back, he can jump up and kill me." Zhang Qing shook his head helplessly.

"Then she deserves it." Duanmurou had a gloating expression on her face, "She delayed me for a full 10 minutes, and even wiped my snot and tears on my coat."

"I'll leave two yuan for her." Zhou Nanchen's voice floated out from the kitchen, "My heart is hurt like this, so don't hurt her stomach."

Zhang Qing laughed, and suddenly felt that this scene felt like home.

Although he doesn't know what will happen in the future, it seems that as long as they are by his side, he will not be afraid.

At least this time, he won't give up struggling.

Bai Yidong, you can't laugh for too long.

That night, Zhang Qing and Zhou Nanchen slept on the same bed.

Who told a drunk Yin Ling to come out halfway, and it was so late, it would be unreasonable for Duanmu Rou to live elsewhere.

So Duanmu, Ruan and Yin Ling slept in the big bedroom of Zhou Nanchen's mother, and Zhang Qing and Zhou Nanchen squeezed into the single bed in the small room.

At another time and place, Zhang Qing might still have some perverted thoughts about Zhou Nanchen, but too many things happened in the past few days, the two of them hardly even chatted much, and soon fell asleep.

The next morning, Zhang woke up very early. When he opened his eyes, the sun had just risen.

He grumbled and moved, only to find his arm resting on something warm.

"Did I wake you up?" Zhou Nanchen's gentle voice came from his ear.

Zhang Qing blinked and opened his eyes fully, only to realize that he was wrapping his hands and feet around Zhou Nanchen in a posture similar to an octopus.

"Damn." Zhang Qing exclaimed, and quickly let go of the other party, blushing, "Morning, good morning."

"Good morning, go back to sleep if you're sleepy." Zhou Nanchen smiled helplessly, "I didn't intend to wake you up, but you hugged me too tightly."

"It was an accident, an accident!" Zhang Qing argued, "Maybe...it was a bit cold last night."

"Well, summer is almost over, it seems that such accidents will happen frequently in the future." Zhou Nanchen said with a smile.

"If you dislike me, move away." Zhang Qing glared at him.

"I don't dislike it." Zhou Nanchen grabbed his hand and held it in the palm of his hand for a while, "Your hands were really cold when you slept last night. The temperature has cooled down these days, remember to wear more clothes when you go out these days .”

"Understood, Mother Zhou." Zhang Qing muttered.

"Call me Dad." Zhou Nanchen reached out and rubbed Zhang Qing's head.

"Get out! Push your nose on your face!"

Zhou Nanchen smiled and withdrew his hand, "I'll make breakfast."

Zhang Qing jumped off the bed, "I'll go too."

"What are you going to do?"

"Supervise you making breakfast." Zhang Qing spoke righteously.

"Just don't blow up my kitchen." Zhou Nanchen said helplessly.

After getting dressed, I looked at my watch. It was only 06:30, and Van Gogh was lying on the window sill lazily licking his fur.The door of Duanmu Ruan Yin Ling's room is still closed, so he probably hasn't woken up yet.

Zhang Qing became bolder and wrapped his arms around Zhou Nanchen's waist from behind.

Zhou Nanchen's back was always straight and straight, and his body temperature was transmitted to Zhang Qing's chest through a thin layer of fabric.

"If you're like this, I can't cook anymore." Zhou Nanchen said helplessly, his body froze.

"You—forget it." Zhang Qing let go of his hand and rolled his eyes, "What are you going to do?"

Zhou Nanchen took out potatoes, celery, carrots and a piece of frozen meat from the refrigerator, "There are not many things, and I can't make too complicated ones, so let's cook some simmered noodles."

Zhang Qing looked at the soy sauce, bean paste, chili, cooking wine... and several ingredients in front of Zhou Nanchen, and redefined the word "not too complicated".

He originally wanted to help Zhou Nanchen make breakfast together, but now, looking at the pile of people in front of him, it seemed that there was no room for him to intervene.

"Then... can I help with something?" Zhang Qing asked weakly.

Zhou Nanchen stopped cutting the pork belly for a moment, "Yes, yes."

"what?"

Zhou Nanchen turned around and approached Zhang Qing's face, "For example, give me strength with loving kisses."

"Men Sao!" Zhang Qing complained.

Zhou Nanchen smiled and pressed Zhang Qing's lips, describing this hard-won softness in detail.

The two of them kissed so engrossed that they didn't even hear the door open.

"Qingqing, I—"

It wasn't until Yin Ling's voice sounded not far away that Zhang Qing hurriedly separated from Zhou Nanchen, lowered his head and wiped his lips in embarrassment.

Yin Ling was surprised at first, and then deliberately prolonged the syllable with a cheerful expression, "Oh, I'm sorry, I seem to have disturbed a young couple who are affectionate?"

"Yin Ling! Why did you wake up so early?" Zhang Qing looked at Yin Ling angrily.

I thought this guy was hungover and had to sleep until twelve noon.

"How can I sleep, and I don't have an affectionate little boyfriend." Yin Ling said sourly, and sat down on the chair in the dining room.

"Don't be too sad." Zhang Qing sat across from Yin Ling, "That kind of scumbag is not worth your pain for him."

"Painful? Fuck, I'm not in pain!" Yin Ling slapped the table with a very loud voice, "This kind of low-level scum, I beat eight of them! Did Duanmurou tell you that I was dumped? No! It was my mother who dumped that scumbag, did you hear that? I dumped him!"

"I know, I know."

Hearing Yin Ling's volume, one knew she was fine.

"Hey, there is a cat!" At this time, Yin Ling suddenly found Van Gogh lying on the window sill, and screamed in surprise, "Is this the Sanhua you raised named Van Gogh?"

"It was raised by Zhou Nanchen." Zhang Qing emphasized, "Yes, it's that ugly cat."

"Wow, he really looks... so ugly!" Yin Ling exclaimed, and stretched out his hand to Van Gogh, "But he's so cute, I like it!"

"Hey, be careful—" Zhou Nanchen just wanted to stop him when Yin Ling's hand touched Van Gogh.

However, Van Gogh still squinted his eyes, allowing Yin Ling to hold him high.

"Good cat, good Van Gogh~" Yin Ling excitedly rubbed against Van Gogh's cheek, "You are so cute!"

Seeing this scene, Zhang Qing was dumbfounded, "Damn it, why didn't Van Gogh bite her? Just target me, right?"

Zhou Nanchen lowered his head and smiled sullenly, "Van Gogh is a smart cat. Maybe he has already seen that you will snatch me away."

Zhang Qing's face burned, and he gave Zhou Nanchen a knife with his backhand, "Nonsense!"

Not long after, Duanmurou also came out of the room sleepily. At this time, Zhou Nanchen's noodles were also ready.

"Eat it while it's hot." Zhou Nanchen served everyone a bowl of noodles.

"Oh my god, isn't Ah Chen too virtuous?" Yin Ling sighed in disbelief and took a deep breath, "This is just like mother's taste!"

"Yes, it's a pity that you haven't tasted Mother Zhou's craft before." Zhang Qing said with a smile on his eyes.

Yin Ling ate two whole bowls of saozi noodles before she put down her chopsticks contentedly, "It's not a loss to have a hangover all night if you can eat this kind of extraordinary taste in the world."

"I'm ashamed to say, I don't want to see who dragged you all the way back." Duanmurou snorted coldly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Rou is the best!"

Duanmurou shook his head and put down the bowls and chopsticks, "Let's get down to business. Tomorrow is Chen Lou's memorial service. Are you all going?"

"I'm going, after all, I have acted with the same crew before." Yin Ling was taken aback suddenly, "Wait, is Qingqing going too?"

"En." Zhang Qing took a mouthful of noodles.

"Are you really going? The matter of Chen Lou has been hyped up so much, there must be a bunch of media watching the memorial service, you..."

"I'm going." Zhang Qing lowered his eyes, "Even if I'm Qingmo, I still want to see her."

"Ah—sister Rou told me about the private message last night." Yin Ling sighed, "Although I have been acting in the same crew as Chen Lou, I really didn't expect her to be used by Bai Yidong all the time. Yes. Let me just say that although she looks stupid and looks like a student, she should have a good heart. She must be protected too well by her brother to fall into such a simple deception. "

"In this circle, innocence is the original sin." Duanmurou shook his head.

"It's not wrong to be naive, what's wrong is that there are murderers like Bai Yidong who kill people invisible in the world." Zhang Qing said.

"Speaking of which, did you know that Kong Yishan would also go to Chen Lou's memorial service?" Yin Ling asked.

Zhang Qing was taken aback, "Kong Yishan is going?"

"Yeah, I heard that he flew over from the capital specially for this memorial service." Yin Ling snorted coldly, "It's the first time I've seen a cat crying and a mouse that can be written in a textbook. He will definitely It is embellishing and rendering you a murderer."

"That's just right, I still want to meet the mastermind behind the scenes." Zhang Qing said coldly.

Just after saying this, Zhang Qing's cell phone rang.He glanced at the caller ID and picked up the phone.

"Hello? Ah...Really? Okay, okay, I'm free. Okay, see you later."

After hanging up the phone, the three of them all looked at Zhang Qing.

"What's wrong? Who's calling?" Duanmurou asked.

"It's Qiankun. He said that the script has already been written and he wants me to go try the lines."

"Qiankun? Oh, it's the planner you used to play online games." Duanmurou remembered, "He invited you to come back as Qing Mo, right?"

"Yes. Anyway, I don't have any work to do now, so I'll just play along." Zhang Qing stood up and was about to get his coat, but found that the coat had already been handed to him.

"Shall we go together?" Zhou Nanchen put on his coat for him.

"Go." Zhang Qing smiled.