After the top green tea is worn to the love

Throughout the morning, Meng Ziqing, Qin Yue and other guests on the show were making up some shots that will be used in the later stage.

After Wen Siliang left, there were a lot of unprocessed things left behind, and the live broadcast of the program group couldn't stop for too long, so they could only work overtime for various reshoots.

——In order to facilitate editing in the later stage, there is a qualified explanation.

Su An'an, who was sent to the army in the morning, was holding back her anger. During the filming interval, her eyes drifted over to the cool Meng Ziqing and Qin Yue from time to time.

——This is determined to find something to do.

"An'an, why don't you give up."

Jian Weilin next to her worriedly pawed her twice, but still didn't pull her back.

"No, Meng Ziqing is too much of a bully, I don't accept it."

Seeing this, Jian Weilin sighed, looked helplessly at Su An'an who was about to ask what happened to the plaster again, and stopped persuading him.

Su An'an's temper is twisted, if she doesn't touch the south wall and cry, she won't give up.

It's the same as in college.

She and Meng Ziqing competed for the national award together. She didn't have Meng Ziqing's brains, so she doubled her time to work hard.

She has her own pride, even conceited of her super self-discipline.That's why when they graduated, they got into trouble with Meng Ziqing like that.

Even if they meet again in Lianzong two years later, they will never bow their heads and stand in a stalemate with each other.

No one obeys anyone.

Su An'an moved, and was about to go to Meng Ziqing and the others.

But I haven't waited to move.

When she saw Meng Ziqing's hand, she was stunned for a while.

"Ha ha……"

After reacting, Su Anan breathed out speechlessly.

She sarcastically said, "The response is really fast."

Jian Weilin returned to her thoughts, followed Su An'an's gaze, and understood, "She put on the gloves, and the plaster was covered."

Tibet is a place with a high altitude. It is cold in the morning and hot in the afternoon, and the ultraviolet rays are still strong, let alone summer. Girls who love beauty will try their best to pay attention to sun protection.

Not to mention Meng Ziqing.

She didn't bring a short-sleeved jacket with her on this trip, only long-sleeved and windproof jackets made of thinner materials.

Meng Ziqing didn't usually wear jackets like jackets, and they were too different from her usual elegant dresses.

But outfits such as jackets, trousers and high-bang running shoes match her unexpectedly well.

What made Su An'an speechless was not these, but the fact that she saw Meng Ziqing with a plaster on her hand 15 minutes ago.

Now Meng Ziqing actually put on gloves!

She actually put on gloves!

She has no reason to find fault, because if she goes to ask, Meng Ziqing will tell you that you are wrong.

He might even be ridiculed.

Su An'an's face darkened, her heart was in a panic.

"I can't go through it." Jian Weilin said.

"cut……"

Relying on the fact that the photographer didn't take pictures of them, Su An'an rolled her eyes in an inelegant manner.

The more she looked at the glove, the more unpleasant it became.

Meng Ziqing's hands were half linen gloves, which should have been asked for from the photographer just now.

After all, this place has high ultraviolet rays, and photographers should also do some sun protection when shooting, and they will prepare two pairs of half gloves that are convenient for activities.

The gloves on the photographer's hands are nothing special, they are just a sun protection tool, but they can be worn on Meng Xiqing's hands. With this suitable outfit, they have a handsome feeling. Her fingers are white and slender, with rounded fingertips, without manicure, they are surprisingly clean and beautiful.

Her hair is tied into a high ponytail, her beautiful forehead is exposed, the coldness between her eyebrows and eyes is more obvious, and her gestures are calm and composed. The two completely different temperaments of coldness, elegance and sassy handsome have mixed together a special kind of sister in her body. Temperament, giving people a sense of confidence and security.

Su An'an looked at her upset.

As for Jian Weilin, it is Meng Ziqing who is a bit like Qin Yue now.

The cynical and slutty energy hidden under the elegant temperament has been replaced by gentleness and firmness, making everyone look stable.

No longer ethereal, like the wind can not catch.

Now Meng Ziqing leaned lazily on Qin Yue's body like he had no bones, and Qin Yue gently patted Meng Ziqing's head from time to time.

The two chatted in a low voice, the distance was not far but they couldn't hear what they were talking about, and Su An'an was not interested in listening.

But the picture of the intimate couple of the two really stings people's eyes.

She was hurt by green tea in every way, and was generalized in various ways, and then she turned her head and saw the appearance of green tea's love and career double harvest.

It's not that hard to let her die.

"What gloves are you wearing? There's something about the plaster on your hands!" Su An'an rolled her eyes inwardly.

In the distance, Meng Ziqing, who was complaining to Qin Yue for playing too long yesterday, heard Su An'an's heartfelt voice, her eyes twinkled slightly, and then hugged Qin Yue bonelessly.

Babbling and acting coquettishly, "Sister, my hands are so sore, you need to rub them for me."

Saying that was not enough, she rubbed Qin Yue's arm like a cat. From the perspective of others, the two of them were almost as one.

A couple who are in love, sticky, and don't know that they are young couples outside.

Meng Ziqing's coquettish voice was not sticky, clear and clear, and she uttered words clearly, which reached Su Anan's ears not far away.

Su An'an's ears moved, she gritted her teeth in disgust and turned her head away.

She pulled Jian Weilin and left, "Let's go, don't stay here, bad luck."

She urged, "Let's go..."

"Hey, An An, slow down." Jian Weilin's ears turned red, but she didn't let go of Su An'an's hand.

[Little lovers, it's so annoying! ! 】

The irritated female voice came to her head, and Meng Ziqing leisurely raised her eyelids in Qin Yue's massage hand and glanced at Su An'an.

When he noticed the intersecting hands of Su An'an and Jian Weilin, he raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

Young lovers or something, are you sure you hate it?

"Everyone, let's move on to the next scene."

The staff of Lian Zong began to greet, and after a break of 5 minutes to confirm that the clips were available, they continued.

"Oh, here we come."

Meng Ziqing looked away, and followed Qin Yue to make up the scene.

……

"Huh—I'm exhausted."

After a busy morning, after eating at noon, and finally returning to the room, Meng Ziqing threw herself on the bed as soon as she entered the room.

The dark hair piled up due to the movement, and buried Meng Ziqing's small head. Meng Ziqing was completely sunk in the bed, and the slender waist under the loose clothes was about to collapse, and he couldn't get up no matter what.

No strength to move.

She now feels like all her bones are falling apart.

Nowhere is comfortable.

Even though Qin Yue had already given her a massage, her wrists and arms were still sore and sore, and she couldn't lift them up.

Qin Yue tied her hair in the morning.

"Still tired?"

After a while, Qin Yue took the last step and went to bed, and Meng Ziqing continued to pinch his arms and shoulders very naturally.

The live broadcast will start soon, so I can no longer be as muddled as in the morning.

"Tired, it's so tiring to do it, my wife."

Meng Ziqing lay flat and cried, she turned over and exposed her head, her dark hair stuck to her snow-white cheeks, her pure black eyes glistened with grievances, as if she was just lying on her stomach poor cat.

"I said let me do the second half, you must." Qin Yue couldn't laugh or cry.

"I'm tired, but—"

Meng Ziqing's empty little head turned unconsciously, recalling Qin Yue's tears in her eyes, pink skin against the moonlight, and the appearance of enthusiastic catering when she was deeply in love, she smacked her lips, hugged the pillow and blushed and commented, "Actually Not too bad."

"Well, the experience is very good." Meng Ziqing nodded, "It would be better if the time was shorter."

"is it?"

Meng Ziqing nodded, "Mmm..."

"Then we are coming again now?" Qin Yue immediately asked, she licked her red lips, her eyes looked a little expectant.

"Come here for a short time, okay?"

Qin Yue took Meng Ziqing's hand and pressed her under her body, the shadow shrouded her, and under the broken golden sunlight, those sapphire blue eyes were watching Meng Ziqing playfully. The thin lips that are a little red and swollen look sexy in a different way.

Like a shark in the deep sea, he uses his cold and evil beauty to lure people into the unknown area filled with sea fog.

Meng Ziqing choked for breath, half a second after his head was dazed by Qin Yue's sudden beauty attack.

Immediately, his head shook like a rattle, and his fleshless cheeks shook quickly, leaving afterimages.

"No, no, forget it!"

Meng Ziqing crawled back several steps, and escaped from Qin Yue's envelope.

She sat up, clutching her beating heart, and said with firm eyes, "Sister, I think it's broad daylight, let's forget it."

"Just once..." Qin Yue frowned.

"It's not appropriate to declare prostitution in the daytime." Meng Ziqing refused all over her face. She thought of something, and quickly took Qin Yue's hand and added, "And sister, you also know that we are going to a good place to go on a trip these few days. During the day I'm already tired enough, and I should take good care of myself at night."

"Are you sure?" Meng Ziqing asked tentatively.

There was a trace of tension in her pure black and bright eyes, as if every movement of plants and trees around her could alert her to hair.

"Hmm—" Qin Yue thought with a long voice, but actually there was a look of helplessness in her brows and eyes. She knew that she had a little problem, but she couldn't control it.

"However, sometimes some thoughts cannot be controlled."

After thinking about it, Qin Yue expressed his attitude in a slightly milder way.

"Huh? How do you say it?" Meng Ziqing raised his eyelids and asked.

"Speak?" Qin Yue was a little surprised, she hesitated, "Baby, are you sure you want me to tell?"

"Well, sure."

Facing Qin Yue's darkened eyes, Meng Ziqing still nodded.

For some reason, Meng Ziqing subconsciously told her that avoiding this question was the best choice. The topic Qin Yue brought up was not suitable for in-depth chats, and it was very likely that it would open her a new and different door.

What will happen next will completely tear Qin Yue's desolation and gentleness on the surface, so it's best not to continue.

But Meng Ziqing rebelled against her.

In other words, Meng Ziqing knew that Qin Yue seemed... a little perverted.

Maybe more than a little.

"Meng Ziqing, sometimes, thoughts cannot be controlled." Qin Yue smiled and said to Meng Ziqing, she called her name, but her eyes were affectionate and thick like blue honey.

The blue honey looks strange and has no appetite.

Some perverts.

"For example?" Meng Zi quietly leaned against the head of the bed, looked at her and waited for the next sentence.

"For example, my childhood experience often reminded me that when I encounter something I like, I should hold it firmly in my hand." Qin Yue said lightly.

She raised her slender fingers and made a tearing movement, "If you don't have the ability to protect it, it doesn't matter if you destroy it. If you destroy it and turn it into something no one is interested in, then it's still yours."

Qin Yue tilted her head and smiled at Meng Ziqing, "Do you think so?"

"Maybe..." Meng Ziqing touched the tip of his tongue to his teeth, resisting the strange feeling in his heart, and then asked, "What about the couple you like?"

"What are you going to do."

"You can destroy something you like because you like it too much, so what will you do to me?"

Meng Ziqing asked, but he already had the answer in his mind.

In front of her eyes, the image of Qin Yue began to merge subtly with the image of little Qin Yue.

But it can't be said that way, after all, Qin Yue is the little Qin Yue who grew up.

They themselves are one person.

"Maybe, I can't help but go too far." Qin Yue shrugged without any psychological burden, "But you don't have to worry, it's okay now, I can bear it."

"Tolerance for what?" Meng Ziqing leaned over to look at her.

Qin Yue herself is taller than Meng Ziqing. From her current angle, she can slightly lean over Meng Ziqing. Looking at her from this perspective, Qin Yue always feels a strange sense of satisfaction.

Because she could hold Meng Zunqing in her arms with one hand.

"I can hold back a lot."

Qin Yue lovingly raised her hand, and slowly smoothed Meng Ziqing's somewhat messy hair, "Just like now, I can't hold back on you."

"When we are alone at night, I can resist locking you in the house and watching you cry in fear."

"When we are eating, I can hold back from feeding you, let you sit on my lap like a child, and wait for me to feed you."

"I endured a lot of thoughts." Qin Yue slid her finger to Meng Ziqing's face, and the smooth touch made her bend her eyes in satisfaction.

"Resist not to tattoo you, resist tattooing my name on the inside of your thigh; refrain from controlling your basic necessities, not taking care of you like a doll; refrain from leaving hickeys on places that cannot be covered by clothes place; hold back to read the information about you; hold back the 24-hour supervision..."

"I resist that I don't mark you like a dog, and always tell myself that you have the independence of personality." Qin Yue and Meng Ziqing looked at each other, expressing their true thoughts for the first time.

"Meng Ziqing, I can really hold back a lot, more than you can imagine."

The cold female voice reverberated in the room, faintly, but with a sense of sickness, engraved in people's hearts for a long time and could not dissipate.

Qin Yue smiled, but her heart beat faster, and her fists silently clenched the bed sheet, trembling slightly.

she is afraid...

Afraid of Meng Ziqing afraid of her.

But after Meng Ziqing finished listening, he was not as scared and bewildered as Qin Yue imagined.

On the contrary, he was very calm.

She touched Qin Yue's head calmly and even comfortingly, and patted it lightly.

Like a cat petting a large dog.

[She...isn't she afraid? 】

Qin Yue was stunned, and heard Meng Ziqing say to her, "Sister, you are so good."

She was hugged and comforted by Meng Ziqing.

"Don't be afraid, I like you."

Qin Yue hugged her back with some embarrassment, pursed her lips for a while, and replied, "Thank you?"

The CP system did not tell Qin Yue that Meng Ziqing could read minds.

In other words, Meng Ziqing knew all along——Qin Yue was a little sick.

Delicate disease.

But she has always been very good, and she has been working hard to be a normal person.

She has always been in love with Meng Ziqing passionately and passionately like a normal person.

Pious, firm.

Let Meng Zi, who lacks love, clearly feel that someone loves her.

In a way that won't make her feel uncomfortable, not forcing love on others, just loving her sincerely and purely.

So Meng Ziqing said——

Sister, you are so good.