Stop fishing, can't stand it

Yan Qi: I will.

There was thunder outside, but the room was so quiet that it seemed to be frozen to death.

She had already kissed firmly in the play, but this kiss still made Yan Xi at a loss.

With his lips still pressed together, Yan Qi bumped into Song Xueyan's eyes unexpectedly, and he suddenly realized that the ice layer that often floated on the surface of Song Xueyan's eyes melted silently, and there was a beautiful spring wave in there. , quiet and soothing softness, they surround Song Xueyan's frailty and loneliness suppressed in the depths.

They are quietly and eagerly looking forward to asking for a hug from someone, not sure if it is from him, but at least for now, he is the only one who sees it.

This awareness made Yan Qi's heart beat faster, compared to his first time riding a motorcycle, driving a sports car, or parachuting from a high altitude, sliding down a snow mountain... In short, it was more exciting than when he was doing all the exciting things, and it was not just sympathetic nervous excitement.

Yan Qi was still staring straight at Song Xueyan, he should have stepped back in a gentlemanly manner, and changed the subject naturally, letting this unexpected kiss be shattered by thunder and rain, but Song Xueyan was still leaning in his arms, Like dead branches that are crumbling.

Both of them don't want to be people who back and forth, Song Xueyan's reluctance is calm, and Yan Qi's nostalgia is specious.

It wasn't until a wechat notification sounded that the two seized the opportunity at the same time and retreated abruptly.Yan Qi reached out and grabbed the back of the sofa chair next to him, his fingertips sank into the soft leather. He watched Song Xueyan take two steps forward, paused for a second, then turned around and walked on the sofa next to him, and finally sat down on the doll On, almost crushed to death by that white dog.

Song Xueyan also panicked, even though he was so restrained, Yan Qi thought.

Song Xueyan quickly clicked on WeChat, and it was the leader of the propaganda team who was urging for a group photo.He stared at the phone screen and said, "Send the group photo, so the publicity team can post on Weibo."

"Oh, oh!" Yan Qi came back to his senses, and quickly sent the photo over, and sent a red envelope to the team leader.

Lao Niu of the publicity team who works day and night: [? 】;

Without saying a word, Yan Qi sent more than a dozen red envelopes in a row, and finally sent [-] red envelopes.

Lao Niu in the publicity team who works day and night: "Mr. Xiaoyan, are you drinking too much?"

Yan Qi replied: [I am awake, at this critical moment, I am grateful to have a message from your god to help me out of trouble. (shake hands)】

Lao Niu in the publicity team who works day and night: "You mean the hot search? Hey, what are you doing so politely? It's our job. How dare you accept red envelopes?"

Yan Qi was extremely domineering: "Take it, buy some snacks."

Lao Niu in the publicity group who works day and night: [Okay, then I will accept it and share it with the people in our group. Thank you, Teacher Xiaoyan. (Love)]

Yan Qi let out a long breath like a thief. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Song Xueyan playing with his mobile phone. He felt that he couldn't stay any longer, so he said quickly: "It's getting late, we can go to sleep, I'll go back first!"

Song Xueyan turned her head to look over, her eyes were still wet and misty.Yan Xi paused, and the sound of rain outside kindly woke him up. He hesitated for a few seconds and said, "Mr. Song, if you don't mind, I want to sit on the sofa for a while. I promise not to make any noise, wait If you fall asleep, I will walk on tiptoe."

She obviously wanted to help others, but with this tone of asking for help, Song Xueyan's heart sank, and she thought Yan Qi was so cute and silly.

"Dancing ballet in my room in the middle of the night?" He said indifferently, "I don't mind, you can lie down as long as you want."

"Okay!" Yan Qi couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, as if he had received great benefits, completely forgetting that he wanted to stay with Song Xueyan, he was the kind and caring person.

Song Xueyan got up and said to him: "Then I'm going to sleep...good night."

"Good night." Yan Xi paused, "I'll be here until you fall asleep, don't be afraid."

Song Xueyan responded, very dumb.He left the original quilt on the sofa, carried a new one from the closet, put it on the bed, and quickly got into it.Then he stretched out a hand and touched the blindfold beside the bed.

Yan Qi felt that Song Xueyan was like a cautious and delicate white cat, cute and tender.He walked over and turned off the two wall lamps beside the bed, pushed down Song Xueyan who was about to get up, leaned over and patted the quilt on Song Xueyan's body, and said, "I'm here."

Then can you get closer.Song Xueyan was like an ignorant child, thinking greedily and aggrievedly in her heart.

Yan Qi couldn't hear Song Xueyan's heartfelt voice, she just stood quietly by the bed for a while, then walked lightly, and returned to the sofa.He gently shook off the quilt and got in. In fact, he lied just now, and he didn't plan to leave tonight.

Song Xueyan's quilt has the same taste as the owner's. The fragrance of flowers and trees melts the coolness of mint and becomes a faint elegant fragrance.He smelled this smell, still thinking about the person on the bed, and couldn't fall asleep, so he simply lifted the quilt over his head and played with his mobile phone under the quilt.

The crew moved very quickly, and the Jiugongge had already been released.

Fang Zhouji was sitting on a small stool with a soft cushion at his feet, on which lay a white cat. The cat's buttocks pointed at the camera, reminding Yan Qi of the prince.The leader of the publicity team posted a table of delicacies, Wu Zhi showed his iron fist the size of a sandbag, He Songyun only showed his hand making tea, Chen Wanlu was playing the piano, Jiang Xian was playing the dog, Zhou Yi was playing chess, Tang Wanbai and Shao Baibei Facing the camera, playing game consoles.

Yan Qi and Song Xueyan are in the middle, one has gentle eyes and the other has a bright smile.

The comment area was as lively as ever, and Fu Yanle's comment was the most popular comment: "Why didn't you take me? I fell out of favor!"

Two people are eating and shopping, why bring a third person?

Yan Qi snorted to himself, clicked on the comment area and saw that there were three pillars of support, i.e. fans of CP, those who watched the show, and those who supported him.

[The position of the main palace is unstable, Xiao Fu quickly snatched Ah Song back! 】

[Xiao Fu, please use Zhenggong's tone to express your reflections at this time, I want to hear Jiujiu. 】

[It's romantic to squeeze two people under one umbrella, but it's just cramming three people, baby! 】

[Xiao Fu, please don't disturb Xi Guanyan's relationship, look how well they match!Go play with Mr. Yu! 】

Habitat eaves?

These three words hit Yan Qi's eyes precisely.

Qi Guanyan, Yan Qi's Qi, Song Xueyan's eaves, Qi Guanyan, isn't this the same as Fu Yanle and Song Xueyan's "Eaves Music", is it a CP name?He and Song Xueyan actually have a CP name!

Song Xueyan and Yan Qi actually have CP fans!

Both hands tightened the horns of the quilt at the same time, and a deer bumped two hearts at the same time.

Exit the official Weibo, enter the three words "Qiguanyan" in the search bar solemnly and apprehensively, scroll down, and there is even cp Chaohua!His fingers were trembling, he was so excited and joyful, his impulsiveness was like a wild horse that had run wild, barely restrained by the remaining wisp of reason!

Log out again, switch accounts, and register a small account cautiously and thoroughly.Avatars, IDs and other information have to be disguised as having nothing to do with the person.

Take the widely circulated picture of the back of the rain curtain as the profile picture.

Edited by Yan Qi, the name of his microblog is: Fu Yanle is married.

At the same time, Song Xueyan, another quilt editor, has a small microblog with the name: Qi Guanyan is the real one.

Click into Chaohua, click on Follow, and officially become a member of Qiguanyan Chaohua.

It is a super-word rule to stick to the top, and it is very detailed.There is also a two-month lottery post. The prizes are CP dolls and small banners. Those who participate in the lottery must be members of level 8 or above.

So both of them signed up, and followed the long queue to post a comment under the post.

Scrolling down, there are those who are responsible for drawing pictures, divided into innocent and not innocent, some have to be mirrored to see it, and some have to jump directly to other places to see it; , Unclean ones, you have to go to the mysterious website to find out; there are fortune-telling and tarot cards, the content is probably their relationship path and daily life, etc., and they are also divided into bed and under the bed...

Song Xueyan and Yan Qi breathed out silently, they gained a lot of insight!

Song Xueyan clicked on a certain fanart post with the most clicks, followed the operation to enter the linked website, read the [-]-character content, blushed and heartbeat, and the screen of the phone turned yellow when he exited.

Yan Qi scrolled down and saw that everyone said that Qi Guanyan was the cp of One Night Beauty Emperor, so he couldn't help grinning.

After creating a Tarot archway, the host claimed that he had revealed the relationship between him and Song Xueyan.Yan Qi couldn't bear his curiosity, so he poked his finger in, and saw the four large characters on the picture - in the past life, there was no destiny, but in this life, you can save your life.

The landlord said it firmly and magically, Yan Qi scratched his face, just listening to the excitement.As a result, in the comment area, everyone was very sincere.

[There was no relationship in the previous life, so wouldn't that be be?Ahhh, it hurts to think about it. 】

[No, although the ending of this life is good, but the previous life was too cruel! 】

[Fate and no fate is my eternal point of abuse, just like a life of death. 】

[It's better to never meet if there is a fate but no fate, and it will save you from heartbroken ecstasy. 】

Woo.

Yan Qi frowned and covered his mouth, his head twitched. He closed his eyes depressedly, and his heart suddenly felt dull pain.That kind of pain surged up silently, enveloping his heart like a dense net, not sharp, but dull and long-lasting.

This thing can be true or false, not to mention that this is a CP super talk, the credibility is even lower, why is he so sincere?

Yan Qi exited the comment area depressed, found a sweet fan joke, read it several times, and then went through the comment area again, which was a bit of a relief.He liked this post, and accidentally caught a glimpse of the poster's id: Sugar Girl.

He was startled, and suddenly remembered the girl from Athens that he and Song Xueyan had eaten together.Song Xueyan pretended to be mysterious and didn't tell him, and she didn't have time to inquire before, isn't it time to find out?

Open a certain degree, a row of information comes into view——

Ebullient love poems, heartfelt words and vows of love.

Yan Qi's pupils shrank, love...love?

"I want to kiss the bright red on your cheeks with my black jade-rimmed eyes and eyelashes."①

He was always fascinated by Song Xueyan's beautiful eyes, fell in love, longed for them to stare at him, put aside everything, and kept staring at him, focused and direct.

He kissed Song Xueyan's eye with his eyelashes, watched it accumulate water mist, and rubbed the redness at the end of the eye, and felt that Song Xueyan at that time exuded a kind of cold, not vulgar temptation, And he took the bait easily.

"And the red lips I've been wanting for a long time, and the light and tight waist; I want to rely on these flowers of love, they are better than all words.②"

He touched Song Xueyan's lips and was inseparable from it. Song Xueyan was embedded in his arms, his breath was wrapped in his mouth, and a yellow rose was attached to his ears.

Yan Qi put down the phone in a daze.

Song Xueyan didn't agree to teach him, but he learned it.

It turned out that he liked Song Xueyan, but he was stupid and didn't know it.

The author says:

①② "The Maiden of Athens" Byron