Ever since Que Qingyan discovered that she was not his student, Lin Mian had never lied to him.
But the sentence just now, the first half sentence is false, the second half sentence is true.
Lin Mian didn't care whether Que Qingyan could hide the words or not, she brainwashed herself three times to lie about her feelings, brewed her emotions, rubbed her pockets with her fingertips subconsciously, and then raised her eyes to look at him.
"Professor Que," she said, her ability to sell misery is top-notch, and her voice is obedient and soft, "There is no one in my apartment, and I dare not be alone now, can I stay with you for a while?" Before he could return, Lin Mian asked again. He added pitifully: "Just for a while, I'll leave as soon as I get better... okay?"
Que Qingyan's eyes fell on Lin Mian's face, he paused for a moment, and then let the door open: "Come in."
"The slippers are new, please tell me if they don't fit." He turned around and found her a pair of slippers in the entrance, and then asked calmly, "Watching horror movies alone?"
Que Qingyan agreed.
Fortunately, he didn't continue to ask her why she insisted on watching horror movies...
Lin Mian whispered guiltyly: "Hmm..."
She seemed to be really frightened by the horror movie, her nose was red and her expression was sad. From Que Qingyan's perspective, her eyes were moist and sparkling, like a small animal curled up with fur.
When handing over the slippers, Que Qingyan rolled up the sleeves of his black shirt to his forearm, revealing the watch on his wrist as he moved.
Lin Mian glanced at it, was stunned for a moment, and then her heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.
The watch was still the one she gave him.
He didn't pick it.
"Can I..." Que Qingyan finished handing over the slippers, and before he walked into the inner hall, he heard Lin Mian's voice, "Can I bring the sketch to you to draw?" She couldn't hold back, and added, "I want to with you."
She was trying to find ways to stay with him a little longer.
Que Qingyan stopped walking when he heard the words, and turned to look at her.
Lin Mian was still standing at the door and didn't come in, obviously not aware of the behavior of pushing his nose and face, and explained with a blushing face: "I have nothing to do with you, so I can't... just keep looking at you."
As soon as the words finished, Lin Mian said in her heart that she actually wanted to watch, but if she really didn't do anything and just looked at Que Qingyan, she was afraid that he would throw her out.
Que Qingyan didn't answer for a while.
It's night now, and she came to him because she was scared after watching a horror movie, and she wanted to bring a drawing to work with him, Que Qingyan couldn't fail to feel the intimacy in this.
Then contacted Lin Mian last week and asked if he could chase him. If he thought more deeply, he could almost regard tonight as a suggestive throwing in his arms.
He had never seen such a situation before, his face was flushed with embarrassment, but his words were frank and straightforward, and he always tentatively poked his paws to challenge his bottom line, and subconsciously felt that he would not do anything to her.
So Que Qingyan, who always claimed to be a gentleman, closed his eyes, and replied with an unchanged expression: "If you are still afraid tonight, you can also move the quilt up." He continued to walk into the inner hall, his voice was low and magnetic, subdued She smiled and asked casually, "Do you need me to give you the bedroom?"
"..."
The meaning of this sentence is obviously ambiguous. Lin Mian froze for ten seconds, unable to utter a word, rolled downstairs red-faced, and came up five minutes later with only the things needed for the drawing.
Que Qingyan left the door open, and when Lin Mian came back with the manuscript and the digital screen, he was flipping through the materials at the desk in the living room. The computer screen beside him was on and connected to the voice communication.
The desk was placed in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room. Que Qingyan had a cup of coffee by his hand, and a cup of milk directly opposite, still emitting heat.
The milk is just hot, and it still exudes a warm and mellow milky aroma. It is obvious who is drinking it for.
Lin Mian stepped on the fluffy cotton mop and walked over step by step.
The desk is very spacious, more than enough for two people to work, even if she sits opposite him to draw a draft, it will not take up space at all, let alone disturb him.
Can…
Lin Mian stopped at the desk hesitantly, and glanced around furtively.
There is only one solid wooden chair beside the desk, which is where Que Qingyan is. Other than that, there were no other chairs in sight of her.
Que Qingyan heated milk for her on the table, apparently to let her sit here, but he didn't set a position. He didn't seem like someone who deliberately made things difficult for her. If she really didn't welcome her, he could have refused her directly just now, and he wouldn't have poured milk for her.
But now the fact is, there really is no other chair...
If there is no seat, where will she sit
Que Qingyan lowered his eyes and marked a note on the file. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lin Mian approaching. He kept writing, and said, "Sit down."
"..." Before Lin Mian could react, he looked around again, feeling a little dazed, and reminded him softly, "You don't have any other seats here..."
Que Qingyan responded, and said lightly, "Didn't you say you were with me?"
Lin Mian froze for a moment. She said just now that she wanted to... work with him.
But what does he mean now, is she sitting with him
sit, where to sit
"..."
Lin Mian slowly came to his senses, did he want her to sit on his lap? ! ! !
However, Que Qingyan put down his pen at this time, turned over a page of information, and his voice sounded the same, and continued to ask: "Don't you want to sit?"
"..." The cartoonist's ability to comprehend the scene was fully effective at this time, and Lin Mian's face could no longer be described with such a shallow word as flushing. Her heart was beating violently and she was completely frozen in place.
She thought to herself, of course she wants to sit on his lap...
But he's clearly joking...
After a while, Lin Mian, who took a few deep breaths to calm down his heartbeat, regained his composure, meditated countless times to calm down, and begged pitifully, "I was wrong."
"I shouldn't have lied to you." Lin Mian's ears were hot, and he confessed honestly, "I didn't come up to you because I was scared after watching horror movies... I just, I just wanted to see you."
I just wanted to see you.
When Que Qingyan heard her words, he tapped on the page-turning information with his slender fingers, and his expression was slightly surprised.
In fact, he didn't tease her for this.
She came over to tease him several times, no matter how gentlemanly he was, he should respond to her aggressive provocation with a reciprocal courtesy.
But this time it was not a punishment, but it gave her a chance to tease him with words.
really...
Seeing that Que Qingyan had finally put down the case file in his hand, Lin Mian pressed his finger bones against the contour of his eyebrows, and turned his face to look up at her.
He was wearing a black shirt with two collar buttons unbuttoned, and he could vaguely see the collarbone.
Lin Mian stared in a daze, her heartbeat was a little unsteady, and she silently added something in her heart that he didn't seem to be wearing a tie... Before she could finish her trance, she saw Que Qingyan's eyes and brows showing a little smile, without saying a word, she stood up and went into the study Moved a chair for her.
This time Lin Mian calmly sat down opposite the desk, turned on the computer, plugged in the digital tablet, spread out the manuscript of inspiration, rubbed his face carefully, nestled in the chair and started to do business.
Que Qingyan turned off the mute of the computer's voice communication, and Cheng Ze's voice came from the other end of the earphone:
"... So according to the current domestic arbitration, I think the risk of your case, Quinn, is very high. If the evidence of the parties is insufficient, the chance of successfully counterclaiming is very small..."
Que Qingyan was connected to the voice communication, flipped through the files of the lawsuit, and responded.
He glanced inadvertently, and saw that Lin Mian was holding his head to draw a sketch, with a pair of dark almond eyes, eyelashes drooping, a focused expression, and a rare serious look.
"Not all the evidence has been retrieved, and there is still some time before the trial. I have no plan to revoke the agency." Que Qingyan's eyes were deep, he paused, and then said in a low voice, "Drink the milk first."
The second half of the sentence was addressed to Lin Mian.
Lin Mian, who looked calm but was actually scribbling, raised his head upon hearing this, exchanged a glance with him, obediently put down the pressure-sensitive pen, and picked up the still-warm milk cup.
Cheng Ze was stunned when he heard this, knowing that he wasn't referring to him, and asked, "It's all over now, Quinn, does your house still have guests?"
Que Qingyan replied calmly: "Lin Mian."
Hearing him call her, Lin Mian, who was drinking milk, looked up again: "Huh?"
She was halfway through drinking milk, and there was still a beard around her lips. Que Qingyan lingered on the corner of her moist lips for a moment, and took out a piece of paper for her.
He was still communicating with others, Lin Mian took the tissue sheepishly, and silently mouthed his thanks.
"... Quinn," Cheng Ze was dumbfounded for a long time, uncertain, "Did I disturb your night life?"
After Que Qingyan hung up the communication, Lin Mian just finished drinking the milk in the glass.
She picked up the pen again, resisted the urge to look in Que Qingyan's direction, and tried to turn her gaze back to the computer screen.
A mess of curves was being drawn on the blank draft paper on the screen. Lin Mian suppressed the chaotic heartbeat, absently cleared the draft, and continued to create abstract works of mind-wandering style.
In fact, she still had something to say.
Last week, she said that she wanted to chase Que Qingyan, and asked him if he could teach her how to chase him. But at that time, he was about to go on a business trip, so she told her to come back and talk about it.
Now that he has come back and is sitting face to face with her, she...do you want to have the courage to ask
Lin Mian thought about it halfway, and suddenly thought, what if Que Qingyan refused to give her a chance to chase him
As soon as this idea came up, Lin Mian's heart suddenly choked up. She tried to simulate the scene of being rejected in her mind, and compiled the scene and lines along the way, and even simulated the route of crying on the spot.
After brainstorming, Lin Mian raised his eyes in panic, and quickly glanced at Que Qingyan who was flipping through the files.
He just got off the plane in the afternoon, and went back to school for a meeting non-stop. He is still looking at the file of the attorney's lawsuit, and Yingjun's face can already see a little fatigue.
Lin Mian recalled Que Qingyan's behavior tonight, and said to himself, no matter what she said just now, as long as it was a little intimate, he would go out of his way and give her a word without saying a word.
Lin Mian analyzed it clearly and concluded that it must be because Que Qingyan was too tired today.
Too tired, so he... has a bad temper now.
If she mentioned the matter of chasing someone to his face again, I don't know what he would say to make her blush to death.
Otherwise... don't talk to him directly.
But don't say it, she...
Lin Mian thought for a moment, hesitated for a while, and took out his mobile phone.
On the opposite side, Que Qingyan had just finished transmitting the materials, and the computer was still logged into WeChat. While browsing the materials, he glanced at the computer screen, and saw a message pop up in the WeChat dialog box.
Lin Mian: [Professor Que.]
Lin Mian: [I asked you before if I could chase you, and you can tell me after you come back.]
Que Qingyan paused for a moment, and saw another message sent right after.
Lin Mian: [If you want to reject me, can you not look at me when you speak later?]
This request is a bit excessive. Lin Mian hung her fingertips on the input box for a moment, did not dare to look up at Que Qingyan, and finished the previous sentence: [Because when you look at me, I feel even more uncomfortable.]
Lin Mian didn't want Que Qingyan to cry when she saw her being rejected, it was too embarrassing.
"..." Que Qingyan didn't reply to the WeChat message. Across the desk, his eyes fell on Lin Mian from the screen, "Lin Mian."
Lin Mian responded, her heart tensed up nervously, and she looked at him apprehensively. She was already mentally prepared to be judged, so she heard him casually asking, "Are you going to my class this afternoon?"
In the afternoon... her ears turned red, and she confessed obediently in a low voice: "I want to go to your class... but you weren't there at that time."
Lin Mian pondered nervously, but he suddenly asked her this question... Was he trying to change the subject
The tone of the latter sentence sounded more casual, like a casual question: "Is the one you met before a friend?"
He was asking about the little boy he met on the boulevard.
"Not friends," she was asking Que Qingyan about chasing someone last second, but now he asked about something else. Lin Mian thought about it, paused for a moment and opened his mouth, his voice was aggrieved, and he said in a muffled voice, "You don't need to find a topic to appease me in advance, I'm not so...so unbearable..."
It must have been rejected. She drooped her eyes, her eye sockets slowly turned red, and she endured the discomfort and said, "If you want to reject me, you can just say it, and I'll answer—"
"You don't need to call me a professor anymore," Que Qingyan took the words and said calmly, "After all, I'm not your teacher either."
Lin Mian didn't react, she suddenly raised her eyes to look at him, and said softly, "You..."
"I don't need to call you." The man lost his usual indifferent expression at this moment, and there were little smiles in his dark eyes. He pondered for a moment and said casually, "I don't seem to be a few years older than you."
"..."
It took Lin Mian a full thirty seconds to digest these two sentences, and for a long while with a red face, she cooked them thoroughly.
Que Qingyan agreed with her to chase him.
Although it was only in the pursuit stage, it meant that she no longer had to hide it, and could get to know him openly.
Lin Mian had hundreds of little springboks running wild in his heart, and his nerve endings temporarily lost their sensory functions. He was still in a daze when he went out with a pile of drawings and a digital screen.
It was already late at night, and Lin Mian stood at the door stepping three times, not pressing the elevator downstairs, and couldn't help but turn around: "Professor Que."
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she paused for a moment, then changed her words: "Que... Que Qingyan."
Que Qingyan looked down at her when he heard the words, responded, and waited for the next sentence.
Reason tells Lin Mian that at this time, he should accept it as soon as he sees it, and don't push it too hard, but as soon as the words come out, it becomes: "I'm chasing you..."
She has liked him for many years.
"...It was really hard work." Lin Mian looked up at him suddenly, her ears were red and her eyes sparkled, "So can I... ask you for some encouragement?"
In Mr. Mu Mian's life dictionary so far, the four words "just accept it when you see it well" meet Que Qingyan, and it doesn't work at all.
Que Qingyan bent down to look at Lin Mian, and just about to speak, he caught a glimpse of a stack of manuscripts in her arms.
Lin Mian noticed his gaze, pulled out the outermost manuscript from his bosom, and took a look.
With just one glance, Lin Mian's movements froze.
This manuscript depicts a scene where she pulls his tie and aggressively asks for a kiss.
Because of the kiss that he couldn't reach on tiptoes, Lin Mian was so out of his mind that he regretted it for nearly a week, and afterwards he even drew out the content of his ideal brain supplement. These manuscripts were used to cover up the horror posters during the interview, but after the interview, she took them off and put them on the desk in the studio.
Lin Mian did not expect to be brought here by her.
"..." Que Qingyan narrowed his eyes and asked calmly, "What is this?"
Lin Mian's mind went blank when his mind was punctured, and he was so ashamed that he wanted to disappear under the ground immediately.
The manuscript was pulled out from a pile of manuscripts, barely covering the lower half of her face. Lin Mian struggled in his heart for a long time, took a deep breath from the back of the paper, pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "I'm thinking... if the situation happened last time, what should I do..."
"How can I kiss you", how should she say it...
Que Qingyan stopped talking.
Lin Mian closed her eyes and said to herself, it's over.
She was finally able to chase him, but she lost the chain at such a critical moment.
Que Qingyan suppressed his expression and said nothing.
She came to him tonight, and it didn't count that she teased him with words many times. She chased him so confidently, and at the end she had the courage to ask him for encouragement.
For a long time, Que Qingyan was used to being in the leading position, whether it was personal plans or feelings, it was the first time that she was so passive.
Not only that, he discovered that this passive position was intentionally indulged by him.
"..." Professor Que lowered his eyes and smiled, temporarily put aside his gentlemanly demeanor, and said calmly, "What encouragement do you want?"
Lin Mian carefully observed him, and after confirming that he was really not angry, rubbed the tip of his nose against the manuscript paper, and said softly, "You can say anything to encourage me—uh—"
In the next second, the back of Lin Mian's neck was supported by Que Qingyan, and her slender fingers stroked the skin on the back of her neck. Before she could react, she saw him leaning over slightly.
He lowered his eyes, and through a thin manuscript, he found the position of her lips accurately.
kissed her.