The two had breakfast together, and when Qiu Li obediently cleaned up the dishes, Yan Xiao warned him for the sixth time—don't drink anymore!
Qiu Li nodded with a smile while washing the dishes: "Okay."
As soon as he heard him laugh, Yan Xiao became angry, always feeling that he was trying to perfuse himself with yin and yang: "Don't laugh!"
"Don't laugh," Qiu Li wiped off the water on the bowls and chopsticks, put them away, and turned around: "I promise I won't drink any more in the future."
He said he didn't smile, but his eyes were full of smiles. Yan Xiao felt that his IQ had been insulted.
Seeing her angry, Qiu Li wiped his hands and rubbed the top of her hair: "I really won't drink anymore."
I don't know if it's because of insufficient cooling in the kitchen, or because Qiu Li was too high and oppressed the air above her head. She suddenly felt a little lack of oxygen, and felt that her breathing was not smooth, and her face was still a little hot.
An inexplicable emotion turned and turned in her heart, making her panic and annoyed, so she raised her hand and slapped Qiu Li's hand away unhappy: "How many times have I said it! Don't touch my head!"
After finishing speaking, she didn't dare to look Qiu Li in the eyes, turned around and walked to the living room, counting his crimes in detail as she walked: "I promise that I won't drink again in the future without changing my face! How much do you promise not to touch my head?" The next time? Don’t you promise again and again, dare to do it next time! Do you think you are taller than me and I can’t beat you? You will lie to me every day... "
Looking at her furious back, the corners of Qiu Li's mouth raised unconsciously, and even his eyes curved into crescent moons. When she turned around to look over, she instantly returned to a serious face.
Yan Xiao: "..."
Qiu Li touched his nose: "Do you want to eat strawberries?"
Yan Xiao: "Don't eat."
Just as she was talking, the phone rang, she glanced at it, and looked a little uncomfortable when she looked up again: "Well, I'll go back first, you must be uncomfortable with a hangover, take a good rest at home today, don't always look at your phone when you feel dizzy, Don’t play games either…”
Qiu Li's eyebrows moved slightly: "It's enough to rest for a morning, can I go to you in the afternoon?"
Yan Xiao: "..."
Seeing her standing there in a daze, Qiu Li's eyes darkened, and he asked tentatively, "Or do you have something to do today?"
"Ah, yes," Yan Xiao came back to his senses, hesitatingly said: "I'll go find my aunt later, I want to go shopping with her, later... I'll come to you tomorrow, you have a good rest!"
After finishing speaking, before Qiu Li could speak again, he turned around and ran away, as if a scourge was chasing her.
Qiu Li couldn't even say the phrase 'pay attention to safety', and the door closed.
He stood there looking at the slippers she changed at the entrance, because of her haste, one was pressed on top of the other, and the smile on his face slowly, slowly dissipated.
Why lie to him
It's just to see Qiu Yan, and it's not like he won't let her go... Why did he lie to him
He stood there for a while before walking over to put her rabbit slippers away.
[Ding, do you want to buy Xuanyi Technology? ]
Qiu Li raised his head, his eyes showed an indifferent cold light, he blinked, turned and went upstairs without saying a word.
Xuanyi is a small-scale technology company under the Qiu family that Qiu Zhanxin took over. Everyone knows that this company is for the prince to practice.
Originally, Qiu Li wasn't very interested in sniping a company of this size, but now, he might be able to play with Qiu Zhan.
**
The place where I made an appointment with Qiu Yan was a private coffee shop. The boss was familiar with their family members. There was also a gallery behind the coffee shop. If drinking coffee was boring, you could go for a walk.
Yan Xiao thought her apology was very sincere.
She deliberately went there ten minutes earlier, but when she arrived, Qiu Yan was already sitting on the booth waiting for her.
The male protagonist is indeed the male protagonist, and just a back view gives people an aura of 'this is definitely a handsome comparison'. Of course, what Qiu Yan is amazing is not only his face, but also his whole body. Gorgeous talent.
Anyway, Yan Xiao felt that the author had a preference for the male lead, and she had never even seen the female lead until now, so her sense of presence was unusually low.
"Why are you here so early?" She sat down beside Qiu Yan, pushed the table, motioned to the barista, and turned to look at Qiu Yan: "Don't you need to be jet-lagged?"
Qiu Yan's face was clean and handsome, like a clear spring in a mountain stream after the thick fog had dispersed.
Seeing this Hong Qingquan smiled at her: "No need, I'm used to it."
The voice is also nice, and the smile is becoming more and more natural and prettier, Yan Xiao has a feeling that my family has a child who has just grown up.
"Is there something urgent yesterday?" Qiu Yan asked proactively.
Yan Xiao was stunned for a moment, then smiled embarrassedly: "It's something urgent, I'm sorry."
"It's okay," Qiu Yan smiled, "Is the matter over?"
"Yeah," Yan Xiao nodded, "I'll make up for your birthday today. If there's anything you want to do or play, I'll accompany you to the end."
Qiu Yan wanted to say no, but when the words came to his lips, he said, "Then can you accompany me to the studio?"
Yan Xiao: "Huh?"
Qiu Yan: "I want to draw today."
Without even thinking about it, Yan Xiao said, "Of course!"
But Yan Xiao never expected that the studio that Qiu Yan was talking about was actually on the top floor of a commercial office building with a considerable rent near Yanwen Middle School.
The whole floor is full of Qiu Yan's studio.
Yan Xiao looked around and said in surprise, "This is your studio? I don't even know when it opened!"
"It's been a few years," Qiu Yan smiled, "I don't come here often."
Yan Xiao thought about it too. Compared with domestic, he spends more time abroad, and often participates in competitions. They also have his studio at home, so they really don't come here often.
Without thinking too much, she walked to the window, and her eyes lit up immediately: "You can see the whole picture of our school here!"
Qiu Yan twitched the corner of his mouth: "It seems to be."
Yan Xiao: "I didn't even know you had a studio here. If you know, you can come here often."
Qiu Yan paused when he was arranging the drawing board, and after a while he said, "You can come here often in the future, and I will put your fingerprints on later."
"No need," Yan Xiao waved his hand: "In two more months, I'm going to go to college, and I don't come back often, so it won't be a problem." And she is almost full, so she will come back when the time comes The real world is gone, and I won't come here again.
Qiu Yan didn't say anything, just took out the painting tools skillfully.
Seeing him start, Yan Xiao dragged a lazy sofa and quietly watched him draw.
The strange thing is that she often did such things when she was a child, but now she is a little absent-minded when sitting next to him, and even has some signs of restlessness.
Yan Xiao bit her lip. Could it be that after the holiday, she played and played with waves all day long, and she couldn't calm down when she lost her mind
She forced herself to calm down, but after a while, Qiu Li's pale face appeared in her mind, and she wondered if he had a good rest at home.
Thinking about it, Yan Xiao frowned, and wanted to send him a message to ask how he was doing, but she felt that this was not a good situation, so she struggled back and forth several times, and finally she put the phone in her bag In the deepest part of the bag, out of sight is out of mind.
Painting can't be completed in one or two hours, so they called the restaurant for lunch, and the manager delivered it to the studio in person.
At four or five in the afternoon, the painting was finally finished.
Yan Xiao let out a heartfelt exclamation—although she didn't understand it at all, it didn't hinder her appreciation of beautiful things. Anyway, she knew that she didn't have artistic talent, and she was used to it.
"Like?" Qiu Yan asked.
Yan Xiao nodded and gave him a thumbs up.
"For you." He took down the oil painting.
Yan Xiao was surprised: "Huh?"
"Don't you like it very much?" Qiu Yan finished the scroll, put it in the painting tube, and handed it to Yan Xiao.
Qiu Yan can fetch a sky-high price for a single painting now. Although there is hype in the operation of the Qiu family, it is true that his paintings are indeed very valuable and popular, so it is quite normal for him to give it to himself like this.
After all, the relationship between the two of them is so good.
Yan Xiao accepted it without any psychological burden, but she still asked in embarrassment: "What did you draw?"
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I still have to ask, anyway, Qiu Yan has always known that she has no artistic talent.
Qiu Yan glanced at her and said calmly, "A little girl."
Yan Xiao nodded suddenly.
——She really doesn't understand the artist's world.
After coming out of the studio, the driver was already waiting downstairs, Qiu Yan said: "You accompany me to draw, and I treat you to dinner, what do you want to eat?"
Yan Xiao just wanted to say that he can eat whatever he wants, when his eyes suddenly fell on a person across the road.
Qiu Li
How did he get here
"Xiaoxiao?" Qiu Yan asked again.
"Ah?" Yan Xiao came back to his senses, and smiled at him: "No need, I'll go home to eat, I've been out for a day, and I'll play with you later, anyway, I have more time off now."
When Yan Xiao saw Qiu Li stunned for the first time, Qiu Li noticed it.
He looked up at Qiu Li.
The two looked at each other through the endless traffic, one calm and the other indifferent.
"Okay," at the end, Qiu Yan withdrew his gaze and said to Yan Xiao, "I'll ask the driver to take you back..."
"No need, no need," Yan Xiao waved his hands again and again: "I saw my classmate, the driver at home will pick me up later, don't trouble you, I'll go first, goodbye!"
After a few steps in a hurry, she waved the painting tube in her hand to Qiu Yan again: "Thank you for your painting!"
Watching her cross the road and happily run towards Qiu Li, Qiu Yan got into the car with a blank expression.
The car turned around at the intersection, and through the window he saw Yan Xiao was holding an ice cream, eating happily, and Qiu Li was beside her, as if asking her if she liked it.
The car drove by quickly, and I couldn't see anything.
The center of his eyebrows moved slightly, and there was still a trace of doubt on his immature face. When did Yan Xiao stop clinging to him
It's been many years...
Qiu Yan didn't know how cold it was when Qiu Li glanced into the car when the car passed by them.
"Why did you come out?" Yan Xiao asked Qiu Li while eating ice cream: "It's so hot outside, what should I do if I have heat stroke?"
Yawning and excited, Zhou Hang was about to speak when he heard Qiu Li calmly say, "Zhou Hang invited me out to visit the Science and Technology Museum."
Yan Xiao didn't doubt at all and couldn't help but nodded: "Oh, did you go shopping?"
Before the word 'no' could be said, Zhou Hang was patted on the shoulder by Qiu Li, and all his words were patted back.
"I've been shopping," Qiu Li said without changing his expression, "I'm going back now."
Zhou Hang: "..."
Yan Xiao nodded: "Ah, that's great, I want to go back too, together?"
Qiu Li hummed with a smile, and by the way gave Zhou Hang a look to stop talking nonsense and take a taxi back.
Zhou Hang, who played games all night to catch up on sleep, was called out by Qiu Li on the phone: "..."
"Where's Zhou Hang? Are you going back too?" Yan Xiao asked.
Tears welled up in Zhou Hang's eyes, and just as he was thinking about Xiaoxiao, he heard Qiu Li's cold-blooded and ruthless voice: "If he doesn't return, he still has to wait for his friends."
Yan Xiao nodded: "Then let's go back first."
Qiu Li: "Yes."
Seeing the two leaving in the luxury car, Zhou Hang's eyes were filled with tears, he didn't want to be such a bully! ! !
The author has something to say: Zhou Hang: I am not human! [○?｀Д?? ○]
Leng Lengli: Of course, tool people are people too.