half blind

"Yeah, I'm warning you not to think about hooking me up to hang out. I still have to prepare for the next show during this time." Zhang Qing said lazily.

"Preparing for the next program, so you will enter the promotion competition?" Yin Ling exclaimed in surprise.

From the corner of his eye, Zhang Qing glanced at Zhou Nanchen who pricked up his ears like a rabbit.

"Yeah, I passed the knockout round very easily." Zhang Qing said with a smile, "Wait until I treat you to dinner tomorrow."

Unexpectedly, Yin Ling sighed regretfully, "Ah, I'm afraid this is a bit difficult, I'm not in Huai Shui anymore."

"Did you receive a new play?"

"That's right, the heroine of an urban drama. Wish me luck!"

"Don't worry, you'll be fine."

"After the program starts broadcasting, I will definitely watch it!"

"Thank you."

"By the way, is Miss Rou by your side?"

"Yes." Zhang Qing froze for a moment.

"Can you give sister Rou the phone?"

"Oh, yes." Although Zhang Qing was a little strange, he still handed the phone to Duanmurou who was beside him.

Duanmurou took the phone, "Say it."

I don't know what Yin Ling said on the other end of the phone, but Duanmurou just responded from time to time.

"Is there such a coincidence? Forget it, who hasn't had a bad time yet. ... You don't need to talk to him. The more you talk to this kind of person, the more excited he will be... Well, you just work hard and use it. Don't worry about that much..."

After the phone call, Duanmurou sighed and returned the phone to Zhang Qing, "You guys go upstairs, I'll go back to the hotel directly."

Zhang Qing played with the phone and looked at her suspiciously, "What are you two talking about?"

"Don't worry, I'm not talking bad about you." Duanmurou smiled, "Yin Ling is also unlucky, she met that scumbag on the set of the new play, she insisted on complaining to me."

Zhang Qing clicked his tongue, "Why didn't she tell me that she wanted to complain to you?"

"You are now in the period of passionate love. Complaining to you about these things is not self-inflicted. It's okay, hurry up and make love with your little boyfriend." Duanmurou gave Zhang Qing a push.

Duanmurou closed the car door, and the car sped away.

"Sister Rou is real." Zhang Qing muttered, his cheeks getting hot.

"Let's go, Van Gogh misses you." Zhou Nanchen naturally picked up Zhang Qing's luggage.

The two came to the front of the building side by side. When Zhou Nanchen turned the key, Zhang Qing suddenly spoke.

"Is Van Gogh the only one who misses me?"

With a click, the door opened.

"And me." Zhou Nanchen's smiling voice rang in Zhang Qing's ear.

Before it was too late, Zhang Qing hugged Zhou Nanchen, and nimbly closed the door with his toes.

The door slammed loudly behind them, but no one paid any attention.

I don't know who pressed whose lips first, and by the time I realized it, the kiss had become a mess.

Zhang Qing insisted on wrapping his arms around Zhou Nanchen tightly like an octopus.The latter had no choice but to walk towards the bedroom with small and difficult steps.

When the two of them finally fell down on the big bed in the bedroom, it seemed that they had exhausted all their energy.

Zhang Qing barely let go of Zhou Nanchen until he was about to suffocate, and the two looked at each other at a very close distance.

"Some people say that I am dissatisfied with my desires." Zhou Nanchen said in a low voice.

"You still have the nerve to say, who was holding on to my butt just now?" Zhang Qing lowered his head and bit Zhou Nanchen's ear, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I was thinking that if the actions of the two of us were photographed just now, we would definitely look like two super sloths."

"Oh? So you like this kind of gameplay."

"I didn't mean that!" Zhang Qing punched the opponent's shoulder.

Zhou Nanchen showed a sly smile, and suddenly turned over and pushed Zhang Qing down, "Today, do you want to play something different?"

"What are you going to do?" Zhang Qing's hairs stood on end.

Zhou Nanchen opened the drawer of the bedside table, took out a brand new tie from it, and stretched it out, showing a very "gentle" smile: "Close your eyes."

I don't know how long it took before the tie in front of him was finally untied. The sudden light made Zhang Qing blink several times before blinking away the tears in his eyes.

Seeing Zhang Qing's absent-minded eyes, Zhou Nanchen smiled and kissed his ear, "Welcome back to the world."

The vision finally became clear, and Zhang Qing found that the bed had been messed up by the two of them.

"It didn't hurt you, did it?" Zhou Nanchen got up and poured Zhang Qing a glass of warm water.

"That's okay..." Zhang Qing muttered, his cheeks still flushed, "It's just that you are too destructive, I think not only the sheets have to be changed this time."

"Hey, I'm innocent. You can't just frame me just because you can't see me." Zhou Nan pointed to the bed, "Here, here, and here are all yours. You kicked off the sheets too, if I hadn't pressed them Looking at you, I guess you've already fallen."

Zhang Qing stared, and even the roots of his ears were red, "What can I do, it's not that you said you want to play, this is the first time I've been blindfolded like this—"

"Okay, stop talking, eat this." Zhou Nanchen stuffed something into Zhang Qing's mouth.

"what is this?"

"Throat lozenges."

Zhang Qing was speechless for a while, "Why did you even prepare this kind of thing?"

"That's called being ready." Zhou Nanchen smiled and kissed Zhang Qing's cheek, "Go take a bath, do you want me to help you?"

"No!" Zhang Qing stood up, glared at Zhou Nanchen, and said bluntly, "Old rascal."

After a while, there was the sound of splashing water in the bathroom, and the old hooligan had no choice but to change the sheets dutifully.

When Zhang came out of the shower after washing, he saw Zhou Nanchen laying out clean and new sheets.

"Wow, my wife is too virtuous." Zhang Qing said exaggeratedly, and hugged Zhou Nanchen from behind, "I'll wash it tomorrow and go to bed today."

"Then husband, do you want to give your virtuous wife a kiss?" Zhou Nanchen turned his head with a smile.

The sound of her husband's cry made Zhang Qing's heart go numb, and she slapped Zhou Nanchen's face forcefully.

"Then I'll take a shower. If you're sleepy, go to bed first." Zhou Nanchen kissed Zhang Qing's lips.

"Ang, let's go."

Zhang Qing leaned on the bed, brushing her hair while picking up her cell phone.During the period of "playing with things and losing his mind" with Zhou Nanchen, he actually missed the news of several people.

The first one was from Momao.

——Brother Qing, have you reached Huaishui yet?

——I was locked up in the villa by my dad, so boring.The swimming pool here is not big enough, and the food cooked by my aunt is not delicious.

The corner of Zhang Qing's mouth twitched twice, and he typed a reply.

——Why don't you ask your father if there is still a shortage of people to be imprisoned together.

The reply on the other side was quick.

——Yo, you finally got back to me.It's really boring here, I can't even get interested in playing games, I just look forward to when the promotion match will start.

——Hey, by the way, my dad asked me how I met you today.He seems to have noticed your great performance.

Zhang Qing was nervous for a while.

— what did you say?

—Don't worry, I didn't mention the radio drama.I just said that I happened to be assigned to a dormitory with you, so we could chat better.We are people who have signed the contract, so we still have the spirit of the contract.

Zhang Qing couldn't help laughing, as for the contract that Qiankun wrote indiscriminately, I don't know if it has any legal effect.

——By the way, I haven't congratulated you on winning the preliminary championship yet!Let's work hard for the promotion competition, come and prepare as soon as you finish dealing with Huaishui's affairs!

——You are purely because you are too boring to stay there.

——hahaha exposed.

After replying to Mo Mao's messages, Zhang Qing replied to Yin Ling and Duanmurou's messages one by one.Duanmurou told him to go to bed early, and Yin Ling sent him some photos of the new studio, and he replied that the start-up went smoothly.

The last message was sent by Qiankun. I hope that if he has time in the next few days, he can take the time to record the rest of the audio.

——I’m free tomorrow, is it still the recording studio of Huaishui University?

——Yes, it’s still the same place.How about I wait for you in the recording studio at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning?

——OK

At this time, Zhou Nanchen came out of the bathroom wiping his hair, still covered in steaming steam.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Nanchen approached Zhang Qing and kissed his forehead.

"Respond to the message." Zhang Qing said lazily, "Qian Kun asked me to find time to record the rest of the recording, and I made an appointment with him tomorrow morning."

"Ah, come on, I finished recording my own part two days ago." Zhou Nanchen lay down next to Zhang Qing.

"Then you won't go with me tomorrow?"

"Well. You work hard."

Zhang Qing narrowed his eyes suspiciously, turned around and pushed Zhou Nanchen down, "Is there something you are hiding from me?"

"Why do you ask?"

"In normal times, you would go with me even if you finished recording yourself. What happened today? Did you have some little secret behind my back?" Zhang Qing patted his face.

"Maybe." Zhou Nanchen said with a smile.

"It's really quick for you to admit it." Zhang Qing put on a fierce expression, "Tell me, which vixen is it?"

"I'll tell you if I guess right."

Zhang Qing got off Zhou Nanchen with a lack of interest, "Forget it, you are really boring."

At this time, the door suddenly clicked, and after a closer look, it was Van Gogh who opened the door and walked in swaggeringly.

"Hey, he's quite good at picking the time." Zhang Qing clicked his tongue.

Van Gogh stretched on the bed, and got into Zhou Nanchen's quilt.

"Go to sleep." Zhou Nanchen stroked the hair on his back, reached out and turned off the light.

Zhang Qing didn't deliberately guess what Zhou Nanchen's so-called secret was, and he didn't feel that Zhou Nanchen had to confess everything to himself.It's just that I didn't expect that the secret would be answered the next day.

At 9 a.m. the next day, Zhang Qing came to the recording studio of Huaishui University as scheduled.Qian Kun and the two girls had already arrived early, and when they saw Zhang Qing, they greeted Zhang Qing very warmly.

"Good morning!"

This title gave Zhang Qing the illusion of being surrounded by fans.

"No, no, no, you can be called Zhang Qing or Qing Mo." Zhang Qing waved his hands quickly.

Mischievous smiles appeared on the faces of the two girls.

"Okay Qingqing, I understand Qingqing."

...Sure enough, it was intentional, these children now.