Several guests sat down on the sofa, some were nervous and a little excited.
Qin Shu had already turned around and went to the kitchen to pour them some water.
There was a glass cabinet on the edge of the bar next to the kitchen. He opened it and took out a glass.
It seemed that no matter whether at home or outside, he always had the same expression, a walking cold ceiling.
The cabinet opened and the little dinosaur water cup inside flashed by.
[Qin Xiaoshu, there must be someone here! There is no doubt about it! ]
[I imagined that Ms. Qin would live in a big villa with a lot of servants, but I didn’t expect that she actually lives alone (it seems that she is not alone)]
[I'm different, I just want the doll in the corner, it's so cute!!!]
[I didn't expect you to be so cute Qin Xiaoshu [Cat shocked.jpg]]
[Has the man who has been single for so many years finally gotten out of being single without telling us? (bushi)]
[It’s like this, I’m level 10 in cat language, I can tell that this cat wants to come over to play with me, I suggest you send the cat over here]
It seemed to be saying something seriously, but no one present could understand it.
Orange was holding a small sunflower in his mouth and stretching out his two front paws towards him. His furry little paws were blooming, and the meaning was very clear.
It shouldn’t be Song Yunhui.
Several people looked towards the stairs.
The kitten looked at the group of strangers sitting in the living room, its big eyes full of confusion.
The room had become bright, and the person lying on the bed slowly opened his eyes.
They all just think that kittens’ meows are so cute.
[I was wondering why there are so many cute little things, it turns out they belong to cats. If they belong to cats, then it makes sense.]
Kittens are born to be the center of attention, and now is no exception.
—is a small orange sunflower.
The body is awake, but the mind is not.
When everything was harmonious, there was a slight noise coming from upstairs.
Qin Shu held it on his lap.
[Wow, wow, wow, as expected, Orange is the cutest little cat in the world]
The other party had sent him a message last night saying that he would go to sleep next door after finishing his overtime work.
Others tried to get close to the orange and tried many methods.
He knew that the other party did not want to appear in front of the media and should have left.
[Why is there such a cute little cat in the world? Come quickly and let auntie kiss you]
Song Yunhui opened his unfocused eyes without blinking for a long time.
After getting what he wanted, Orange put down the sunflower in his mouth and meowed twice.
It found Qin Shu in the crowd, lowered its head, picked up the little sunflower again, and ran to the other party happily.
The toy was next to the cat's bed. Qin Shu went to the kitchen to busy himself. Several adults squatted beside the sofa with toys in their hands, trying to please the kitten and touch its head.
[I envy, I am jealous, why can't I touch the cat]
Qin Shu said yes.
[It's not a person, it's soybean milk. If I remember correctly, soybean milk should live here.]
The advantage of having several guests is that the situation will never be awkward or boring.
The photographer asked in a daze:
"Is Teacher Qin preparing lunch?"
Song Yun replied that he had said he was working overtime, so he would probably stay up until very late. He probably wasn't awake yet, and he would be awake by the time the meal was ready and delivered to him.
Qin Shu's fingers moved slightly, but his expression remained unchanged.
“Boom—”
[Doesn’t soy milk live here? Where is soy milk? Where is soy milk? ]
"… "
Several guests had never come into contact with Qin Shu before, and most of them had heard about him from others. Perhaps the furry little dolls in the living room made them feel less nervous, and their chatting skills were as stable as before.
One photographer was taking pictures of a few people petting cats here, while another photographer was very smart and received instructions from the director to go to the kitchen to take pictures of Qin Shu.
A furry figure emerged from the stairs.
Orange is not shy and allows people to touch his head, but the touch won’t last too long. When the time is up, he will be replaced by another person. He is more like a big star than a superstar.
The still steaming hot tea was placed on the table in the living room. Several people took a sip of the hot tea, holding the cup in their hands, and sighed comfortably.
[Someone wants to come and film a variety show, so he left early.]
They originally thought that he was preparing snacks, but until they actually followed him, they realized that he seemed to have already started preparing lunch.
Several soft sounds were heard one after another, and finally a small, soft orange sunflower fell from the stairs and landed on the floor.
He reached out his hand with some difficulty to touch his phone, wanting to lock the screen and check the time.
His vision was blurry, he pressed his fingerprint again and again but couldn't align it, his eyes were almost popping out but he still couldn't see clearly what time it was.
Forget it if you can't see it clearly.
I'm a little sleepy, let me sleep for a while.
Thinking of this, Song Yunhui pulled the quilt over his head and buried himself in the bed, but he felt something strange at the corner of his mouth.
He touched it randomly and felt two hairs.
The brain exe that was temporarily unresponsive was running for a short while.
It seemed like there was a cat sleeping with him yesterday.
It's warm and furry and very comfortable to hug.
"… "
Song Yunhui lifted the quilt and sat up.
I got up a little too fast and felt a little dizzy.
Rubbing his head and looking down for his slippers, he stood up shakily, intending to just walk out of the room.
Halfway through the walk he felt a little cold, so he walked back and put on his pajamas.
His brain was like a mess, completely unable to function. He struggled for a long time to put on his pajamas, and finally got them on.
After putting on his clothes and leaving the room, he discovered that the door was slightly open when he touched the door handle.
The kitten must have slipped out from here.
Wearing slippers, Song Yunhui squinted his eyes and almost floated as he walked.
There was a noise again from the second floor, and several people who were playing with cats looked up, somewhat confused.
The noise was a bit like footsteps... but not quite. There was no rhythm, the weight varied, and there was a short pause in the middle.
Like the sound of something falling to the floor.
Is there a second cat
They think so, and so do netizens.
[Wow, it’s only been a few days since I last saw you, and you’re already seeing a kitten]
[Good guy, family happiness belongs to it]
[Is the noise above a cat doing parkour? ]
The movement above is not a cat doing parkour.
A figure appeared at the stairs.
She was wearing plush pajamas, her brows were tired and her eyes were unfocused, and her hair was messy from sleeping.
Without even looking at the living room, Song Yunhui heard the noise coming from the kitchen, rubbed his hair and yawned. Before his brain started to think, his mouth already had its own thoughts, and he spoke in a clear and lazy voice:
"Qin Xiaoshu, where is my son?"
His voice was a little hoarse from sleeping too long.
Qin Shu paused while washing vegetables, and his expression, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years, finally changed.
In the silence, Orange in the living room shouted.
It's still a cat and mouse.
Song Yunhui turned his gaze to the living room. Although his vision was still blurry, he was not blind, and he could see that there seemed to be other people in the living room.
And quite a few.
He woke up in the middle of a yawn.
Good news, the brain exe responded.
Bad news, the boot speed is beaten by 99% of users nationwide, and the response is late.
He blinked slowly twice more, and his vision gradually became clear.
He met eyes with everyone in the living room.
Song Yun replied: "..."
The people in the living room: "..."
Netizens: “???”
[Hmm??? Who is this???]
[Good fellow! I just called him good fellow! ]
[? ? Wait a minute, I can’t wrap my head around this! Let me sort it out! ]
[First glance: Who is so good-looking? Give me a kiss. Second glance: wocwocwoc]
[I can't say anything else except woc]
[Ahhh! (Very loud) How could it be Song Yunhui? Help! Let me take a closer look!]
[Hahaha, he was stunned! This man was stunned! This man’s eyes lost their highlights]
[Hahahahaha xswl, Qin Xiaoshu doesn’t even wash the vegetables]
The situation is a bit complicated right now.
Song Yunhui remained silent, and finally took a step back reflexively, trying to pretend that he had never been there.
But this trick obviously doesn't work.
While the others were hesitating between pretending not to see him and saying hello, the very obedient kitten had already run towards him, and then one of them jumped.
Now I can no longer pretend I didn't see it.
Someone tentatively greeted:
"Hello."
Song Yunhui bent down and hugged the kitten that flew towards him. His body was still floating and he was forced to take a step back.
He twitched his lips and finally said:
“… Hello.”
[I can hear the reluctance even through the screen hahahahahahahaha]
[He is so sad, I love him so much]
[How can this man be so handsome and cute! Dancing like crazy on my XP (running in the sunshine) (screaming)]
[woc Thank you President Qin! There will be a day when I can see Song Yunhui again!]
Having come this far, it would seem a bit deliberate to turn back, but continuing down would be a bit unspeakably awkward. In this dilemma, Song Yunhui finally chose to go downstairs holding the orange, pretending that he was going there to drink water.
Instead of letting him drink cold water, Qin Shu poured him a cup of hot water.
Holding the little dinosaur cup, he took a sip. Out of the camera's sight, Song Yunhui met Qin Shu's gaze, and then the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
This was a silent communication, in which he quietly explained the fact that he had damaged his brain by staying up late last night.
Qin Shu looked at the dark circles under the other person's eyes and asked him in a low voice:
"When did you go to bed last night?"
"I don't know. I didn't notice."
Song Yunhui took another sip of hot water and said, "Maybe around five or six o'clock."
After looking into the other person's eyes, he softened his voice and said, "It should be four or five."
He changed his words quickly, but his words were not convincing at all.
Qin Shu didn't think four or five o'clock was early.
He exhaled, then said, "Do you want to go back and sleep for a while? I'll call you when the meal is ready."
"No."
Song Yunhui yawned and said, "We have guests at home. It's not good to stay in the room all the time."
Either you're never there, or when you show up you just have to go through the motions.
Qin Shu moved his lips slightly and looked down at the other person.
After being awake for a short while just now, Song Yunhui now looks like he has not woken up yet, with droopy eyebrows and eyes.
He seemed to think there was nothing wrong with what he said, and then he said, "I'll go upstairs and wash my face and rinse my mouth..."
He stopped in the middle of his words, and his eyes, which had been drooping, slowly opened wide.
Qin Shu asked, "What's wrong?"
Song Yun looked back at the water in his hand, which he had already taken two sips of, with a look of shock and pain in his eyes.
He didn't brush his teeth before drinking the water.
Song Yunhui quickly went upstairs to brush his teeth.
The others were chatting in the living room, but were actually paying attention to what was going on in the kitchen.
If you miss this opportunity to eat the melon up close, there may never be a next time.
The same was true for the photographers. They didn't dare get close to take pictures, and they couldn't hear what the two were saying from a distance. They only saw the two people whispering to each other very naturally. Then Song Yun went back upstairs.
There was obviously nothing special going on, but the crowd watching just felt itchy in their hearts, and it took them a long time to recover.
Noticing that Qin Shu was preparing lunch, and Chengzi happened to be sticking to Song Yun, one of the guests volunteered to help.
When they passed by the kitchen bar and saw the little dinosaur water cup still on it, several people realized what was happening belatedly.
It turns out that this cup was returned by Song Yun.
It's quite cute.
The owner of the cute dinosaur water cup went upstairs to wash and change clothes, then rubbed the orange in the room.
Only after he had rubbed and rubbed the kitten enough did he stand up and pick up the kitten.
As the memory of last night came back to him, he paused at the desk, then casually tapped the keyboard.
The computer screen lights up.
As expected, I forgot to turn off the computer yesterday.
He sat down holding the orange and entered the password.
The interface that appears is the email website, which also contains the emails that you sent today at the underworld time.
Sent at 5:48.
Rounding it off, it was sent at five o'clock.
The other party has replied to him, indicating that he has received the message and praising him for getting up early.
Waking up early doesn’t necessarily mean waking up early, but it does mean going to bed early.
Although it was written by himself, Song Yunhui actually didn't have much impression of this email.
He opened the email attachment again and found that the content was normal and there was nothing strange. Only then did he feel at ease and turned off the computer.
When he went downstairs again to help in the kitchen, he found that everyone else was sitting in a row in the living room.
He remembered hearing someone talking about going to the kitchen to help as he was going upstairs.
The people sitting in a row on the sofa only felt toothache.
Unexpectedly, the real small fish and shrimp were themselves.
They originally tried to lend a hand, but found that their progress instantly slowed down after they got started. Although Qin Shu didn't say anything, they automatically returned to the living room and did their job as a lazy bum.
Just be a harmless salted fish.
There were footsteps again on the stairs and they turned around.
The person who just came down the stairs had changed his clothes and was no longer wearing pajamas. He had a pair of dead fish eyes opened after staying up late. It seemed that he had obviously struggled with his hair, but failed, and the hair that was supposed to be curled still had to be curled.
(End of this chapter)