Lin Mian followed Que Qingyan through the entrance and came to the inner hall.
He put her things on the marble round platform at the corner of the sofa, turned around and asked, "What do you want to drink?"
Lin Mian picked up the corner of the sofa seat and sat down, looked up at him halfway, and asked softly, "... coffee?"
The corners of her eyes were red from crying, and Que Qingyan looked down at her: "It's too late."
"Then don't want coffee, anything is fine," Lin Mianke resigned quickly, "I'm sorry to trouble you."
Taking advantage of Que Qingyan's spare time to go to the kitchen, Lin Mian looked around and finally realized why she couldn't meet him when she was squatting downstairs a while ago.
Although they live in the same apartment, the decoration style in front of her is completely different from hers. It feels cold and simple, there are no green plants in the eye-catching place, and the furniture is as new as if it has just been bought. In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the inner hall is not a dining table, but a dining table. It is a well-made desk.
The lamp was on on the table, the screen of the laptop was shining brightly, the materials and documents were neatly arranged beside it, and the car keys and other personal belongings were placed in conspicuous places.
Although there is a study in the inner room, Que Qingyan chooses to work in the living room. It looks like he can tidy up his things and leave at any time.
Lin Mian thought about it, either he was too busy usually, or he didn't go back to the apartment often.
I don’t often go back to the apartment…
In Lin Mian's mind, countless storyboards were filled in his mind.
Que Qingyan, who didn't go home, was Professor Que during the day, and Young Master Que at night. What kind of entertainment with lights and wine, what kind of party with rich men and daughters, what kind of marriage with celebrities, marriage...
Contacting his rejection in the afternoon, Lin Mian grabbed the corner of the fluffy sofa cover and suddenly had a heart attack.
"No one uses the study." After a heart attack, the glass was placed on the coffee table, Que Qingyan leaned over slightly, and handed a pair of indoor slippers, "I'm in the living room, you can call me if you need anything."
He had no intention of approaching, with a light and pleasant smell on his body. Lin Mian's heart skipped a beat. Looking at the man close at hand, he leaned on the side of the sofa and moved away, and said in a low voice, "Professor Que."
Que Qingyan got up and looked at her after hearing the words.
"If I say..." Lin Mian stared at the buttons of his smoke gray shirt, hesitated for a moment, and asked:
"What would you do if I said I had something else in mind about you?"
"..."
This is a straight shot.
There is no secretiveness at all, and the frankness is so frank that people can't answer.
He had already rejected her clearly in the afternoon, now...
"..." Que Qingyan's voice sounded: "Xu Tong."
Lin Mian glanced up from the button and fixed on his face: "Huh?"
Que Qingyan pinched the corner of her forehead, her long eyebrows were furrowed, and her thin lips were slightly pursed. With this expression, if Lin Mian was not watching his every move nervously, he would almost think that he just sighed.
He asked her: "Before you said these words, didn't you realize that you would be kicked out?"
Lin Mian became even more nervous: "Yes, yes?"
Que Qingyan didn't say any more, she squinted her eyes, and glanced at her porcelain white and red face, motioning for the glass placed on the tea table, with a low and steady voice: "Drink first."
Lin Mian said "Oh" obediently, and picked up the cup that was still warm.
The sweetness of the honey water is just right, adding a few goji berries, it warms the stomach along the lips and teeth.
She drank the honey water in one gulp, stared at Que Qingyan, and waited for the next sentence.
Unexpectedly, the man turned and walked away, sat down at the desk in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and started to read the materials he hadn't read before.
... ignore her.
Lin Mian was eager to see through, and rolled into the study with the computer and digital tablet in his arms.
The design style of the study in the inner room is similar to that of Que Qingyan's office. The bookshelves on the black wall are full of professional books. The cool night wind blows through the curtains and hits Lin Mian's face, and the agitation in her heart cools down.
Lin Mian has no penchant for voyeuristic privacy, so he stopped looking around and leaned over the table to draw his sketches.
After drawing for half an hour, the QQ that was logged into the computer displayed a message prompt, and Bai Jiayi's message came over: [Mianbao, I can't get through to your phone, are you still awake?]
Lin Mian stopped writing: [I'm awake.]
Bai Jiayi: [I was temporarily grounded by my dad, and I won't be able to come back for a few days. I'll ask the driver to pick up the suitcase later tonight.]
Grounded
Bai Jiayi held back thousands of curse words in his chest, and explained: [I want a divorce, and I fell out.]
Concise seven words can imagine a big drama. Lin Mian glanced at the closed study door, not sure about the sound insulation effect when speaking, so he could only type to comfort Miss Bai who was on the verge of going berserk, and suddenly remembered something, and added something.
Lin Mian: [Let the driver come tomorrow morning, maybe not tonight.]
Bai Jiayi: [Alright. Not available?]
Lin Mian pressed his electronic pen to his chin, and looked back: [I was accidentally locked out, and I didn't take anything, and now I'm here... Que Qingyan.]
After a full minute, messages came flooding in one after another.
[?]
[? ? ?]
[? ? ? ? ?]
Lin Mian paused for two seconds on the keyboard with her fingertips, thinking about how to answer, when the other person asked excitedly:
Bai Jiayi: [ are you asleep yet? ! ! !]
"..."
After typing and explaining, Lin Mian looked at the half-drawn manuscript in PS with his face on his face.
Thinking back on the money saved in the credit card, it was still a long way from the expected figure.
She slowly lay down on the table, thinking silently without fear of death, wondering how much it would cost to support Que Qingyan
Even before the decline of the Lin family, the power and status of the Que family was higher than it, let alone now, and even without the family advantage, Que Qingyan was still in the elite class.
So the truth is, he might not be short of money at all.
Lin Mian selectively ignored this fact, biting his pen optimistically to brainwash himself.
Sooner or later she will be able to save enough money, and then...
Que Qingyan was in the living room just across the door. Teacher Mu Mian, who had revisited the motivation of life, was extraordinarily diligent tonight, and quickly came out of the depression and depression of being rejected, and the drawing speed was fast.
The color draft was almost finished, Lin Mian looked at the time, it was already past one o'clock in the morning.
very late.
Her fingers were so numb from painting, she just stood up and wanted to go out of the study to the living room to take a peek at someone, when the lamp above her head went out in an instant.
Lin Mian: "..." Is the power supply in the apartment still up tonight
The huge study room was quickly plunged into darkness, the curtains were gently blown by the wind, and the laptop screen was glowing with white light. At this moment, the sweetly smiling hero and heroine looked...
No, very penetrating.
Unlike his own room, it was a completely unfamiliar and dark environment right now. Lin Mian didn't get used to it for a while, so he fumbled with the help of the computer light, and walked out slowly by touching the edge of the table.
After a few seconds of silence in the deep darkness, Lin Mian said, "Que, Professor Que?"
No one answered.
"Professor Que?"
"..." Relying on her memory, she moved towards the door of the study little by little, omitting even the honorific title, and whispered his full name tremblingly: "Que Qingyan?"
Still no response.
"Que—"
Lin Mian stopped talking for a moment, and suddenly thought of an important point.
If he didn't respond to her, does that mean he didn't hear her now
I didn't hear you, so you can shout anything, right
Lin Mian, who stayed in the dark, was distracted and found something more worthwhile to do than fear—
"Que Qingyan? Que-qing-yan-"
Lin Mian's heartbeat that was throbbing because of fear gradually calmed down, and the panic just now seemed to have never existed.
She yelled people's names in a low voice like a joke, raised her tail slightly, and uttered as she moved towards the door. The three words "Que Qingyan" were yelled over and over again, and a good name was yelled a thousand times, and it was just Almost hummed a melody.
"Que-clear-"
There was a sound from behind, and a ray of light came in. Lin Mian felt her right hand tighten, and the man's warm fingers clasped her wrist, pulling her back.
If you don't pull her, the next second she will face the wall in the dark without thinking.
"Don't shout." Que Qingyan let go of her hand, her voice was low and helpless, "What's wrong?"
Lin Mian hadn't adjusted to the light of the flashlight yet, so he half-covered his eyes and said softly, "Professor Que, the power is out."
"Um."
Que Qingyan handed her a flashlight, Lin Mian blinked, and squeezed the flashlight little by little, with the remaining warmth from his hand still on the handle.
She lowered her head halfway, trying to cover up: "I called you just now, but you didn't answer, I thought you weren't here..."
He was about to check the switch, when he heard this, he stopped and turned around and asked, "What did you call me just now?"
"..." Lin Mian looked up at him, and turned off the flashlight with a shake of his hand.
The curtains were completely blown open, and the cool moonlight penetrated into the study room. The man turned around and looked at her.
Que Qingyan was wearing a smoky gray shirt, tall and straight, and his whole body was covered with a halo of moonlight, which lacked the usual sense of distance. Lin Mian looked at it for a while, and was very obedient, and replied very honestly: "...Professor Que."
Taking advantage of the dim light of the night, Que Qingyan raised his eyes and glanced over, slightly pursed his lips, as if smiling: "It's not big or small."
He heard her call his name.
"..." Lin Mian's heart was beating violently, and he was stunned for a long time before he found his voice, and retorted softly: "It's not small."
She is twenty-five years old this year, thirty years rounded up, so she is one year older than him.
Where is it small.
Tonight, the power supply to the entire apartment building was unstable, and one after another, residents' switchboards tripped and circuit breakers failed because of it.
Lin Mian was waiting in the study, and Que Qingyan hadn't left for long before the room was lit up again.
A resident who also stayed up all night called an electrician to repair the circuit and unlock the lock, and opened the lock of Lin Mian's apartment.
Lin Mian was still in her pajamas, slowly sorting out the only two items, glancing at Que Qingyan and then again from time to time.
Can't find a reason to stay here anymore...
She was reluctant to let go, with an aggrieved and unwilling expression on her face, when she heard the man speak, his voice was unclear, and she asked, "Is this the club propaganda newspaper you mentioned?"
The ending was so heavy that Lin Mian looked at his computer screen belatedly.
"..."
The PS has not been turned off, and the draft that has been drawn is stopping at the end. In the picture, the male lead in a white shirt is holding a love letter with one hand, and the other arm is around the gentle and lovely female lead's waist, gently kissing the corner of her lips.
The words in the dialogue box: Little fool, that's because you are the sweetest little cherry I've ever eaten.
The painting style is exquisite and beautiful, the scene is dreamy and innocent, and the words are touching.
Lin Mian looked up at Que Qingyan, and felt that in addition to "sleeping in class", he also had an additional label in his heart, "join the Xiaohuangman Club".
"..." Her face was so hot that she could boil shrimp: "Que, Professor Que, I'm leaving, good night!"
By the time Lin Mian returned to his apartment with his face hot, his ears hot, his neck hot, and carrying his things, it was almost two o'clock in the morning.
She checked the manuscript, packed it and emailed it to the editor. Just as she was about to turn off the computer, she paused for a moment and accidentally opened a new word document.
Document title, think for fifteen seconds: "On the Strategic Success Rate of Capturing Professor Que's Boyhood"
After thinking about it, Lin Mian changed the young man's heart to the old man's heart, and just finished typing and felt that it was not right, so he deleted it again.
I'm not thirty years old, I don't seem to be old...
After thinking for thirty seconds, it changed to Fangxin.
"On the Strategic Success Rate of Capturing Professor Que's Heart".
Lin Mian saved the blank document and went to sleep satisfied.