You Sound Sleepy

Qi Jin looked back at the pale-faced man, and couldn't help gritting his teeth and cursing.

He originally urged the little girl to come over, that is, to watch gossip to watch the excitement, but he didn't expect something went wrong at all. Que Qingyan's sentence is not certain to be true, but his attitude is obvious, making it clear that it is for the little girl to save face.

Really hearted.

Qi Jin made a call while chasing out of the restaurant, but the call failed to get through. As soon as he asked the waiter at the door, he realized that Que Shao took back the clothes that the little girl had changed before. He didn't drive the car away, but he left.

The restaurant is quiet in the middle of noisy, and the neighborhood is a busy district. Lin Mian was shrunk in the book pavilion, a small mass, nestled in the corner as a potted plant.

The 24-hour self-service book kiosk on the street is partitioned by glass into a closed four-corner space, and the air is filled with the smell of damp books and paper.

In the small space, Lin Mian desperately held back his tears, changed his posture and continued to nest, looking down and thinking, there is no wardrobe comfortable here.

Think about it, even more wronged.

There were more than a dozen unanswered calls from editors on the phone. Lin Mian looked at the bright screen for a few seconds, adjusted his emotions, and was about to call back. Three clear knocks came from his ear.

She looked up, and Que Qingyan was standing still outside the book kiosk, carrying a coat and a paper bag in her hand.

"Oh, I finally picked it up, Teacher Mu Mian, I want to pack up and go to your apartment to find you." The call was connected, and the editor let out a sigh of relief, "Are you convenient to listen to the phone now?"

Lin Mian didn't say a word, grabbed the corner of her skirt and stood up, looked at the man, and quickly looked away.

"The new booklet of the manga has been sent to the factory for printing," the editor didn't notice, and continued enthusiastically. "If the progress is normal, it will probably be on the market a year ago, so I discussed with the editor in advance and wanted to give this An autograph event for the comic series is just right to promote the next one..."

The glass door of the book pavilion was not equipped with an opening and closing lock, and Que Qingyan did not pull the door in. Lin Mian couldn't hold back, so he glanced at him again.

I don't know if it was because of drinking a glass of wine, her cheeks and ear tips were soft and red, and her eyes were soggy that it hurts people to hold back so hard that she didn't cry.

Lin Mian squeezed the phone and didn't hear a word.

She is not angry with what the man said. His words are only the fuse.

Bai Jiayi said before that the mental age difference between her and Que Qingyan is too far, and her likes are not long-lasting. After that freshness, she might like others again, so why bother to provoke him.

Qi Jin made a joke about her, but also preconceived that the little girl's feelings were not deep, so he could ridicule in front of people, but he couldn't take it seriously.

The piles that happened today came to mind, Lin Mian looked at Que Qingyan through the glass door, his eyes were red.

"The time and venue of the signing event have been discussed with the organizer. It will be held in T city next door. The specific event has to be confirmed, so I want to tell the teacher in advance..."

If it weren't for liking him, she wouldn't be so faceless.

If it weren't for liking him, she wouldn't have leaned forward obediently, carefully to please others, and endure grievances without losing face to him.

If not...

The confession screened in Lin Mian's head was tragic, but he bit his lower lip stubbornly and did not speak.

But what happened tonight, she deserved it, she was going to come by herself.

After the editor finished speaking a long list, the other party did not respond with a single sentence, and finally found something strange: "Teacher, are you listening?"

"..." Lin Mian was silent for a moment before returning, "Yes."

Her voice choked with nasal noise, with an unusual lowness. The editor still wanted to ask more, but when the other party didn't want to say more, he didn't feel embarrassed to ask further, and only confirmed two more sentences before hanging up the phone.

Lin Mian's eyelashes dropped, he lowered his head and calmed down in the book pavilion, opened the door and walked out.

She stood still in front of Que Qingyan a little bit, paused, and whispered: "...Professor Que." She took a deep breath, planning to admit her wrong temper, "What happened tonight—"

"It's none of your business tonight."

Lin Mian was startled when he heard the words and looked up at him.

"The situation just now," Que Qingyan looked back at him with low eyes, did not mention what he said in front of everyone in the private room, and said calmly, "Even if you drop the cup, it doesn't matter. Don’t say anything. You don’t need to give me face."

He wanted to comfort her, his voice was low and deep, his handsome face was set against the neon light and shadow around him, and there was a hint of gentleness in the sparseness:

"I have part of the responsibility for this matter. Before I brought you here, I didn't expect such a situation. It was my negligence."

Before Que Qingyan spoke, Lin Mian's grievances and irritability formed a ball. Now when he speaks, she is like a small animal that has been smoothed, and the grievances are floating up from the limbs and limbs. Tightened sour and sweet.

Even knowing that he was comforting her as a student...

She blushed and turned away, and cursed herself secretly, which was too hopeless.

"..." Lin Mian was silent for a long while, choked, and replied half-jokingly: "You are not a god, how could you have expected..."

"If you feel sad," Que Qingyan swept through her reddish eyes and took over, "I'll arrange a time for someone to come and apologize to you in person."

Ask someone to come and apologize to her personally...

Lin Mian stared at him in a daze, and came back to his senses: "No, I haven't been caught by them... I just want to..."

She pursed her lips and stopped talking, looked at Que Qingyan, and swallowed what she had said.

Que Qingyan did not ignore her struggling expression, and responded, "Huh?"

Lin Mian took a step back, hesitating whether to speak, but the wine he had drunk slowly gained momentum, staggering unknowingly, almost unconsciously.

She was still hesitating, but at this moment, her face was gradually burning up due to the afterthought of the wine. She thought arrogantly that if she drank all the wine, she should take advantage of it.

She drank alcohol.

Even if it is coldly rejected, it will not be...not too ugly.

Qi Jin's phone calls were still coming in one after another. Que Qingyan glanced at it, and as soon as he pressed the phone, he heard a low voice asking:

"Can you..." Lin Mian's voice was so slight as to mutter to himself, "Can you coax me?"

The book pavilion is at the entrance of the alley, and further out is the cross street with bright lights and shadows, but at this moment, the noisy human voices are all shielded, and the air is so quiet that only Lin Mian's voice can be heard.

She didn't dare to look at him, and explained silently: "It's not the kind of coaxing, or the verbal coaxing, whatever you want—"

"Coax me, okay?"

Saying such things in front of him made Lin Mian almost ashamed to want to run away, and endured it all.

He couldn't catch him anyway, and he... didn't like her anyway.

For a long while, there was no response.

"..." Forget it. Lin Mian lowered his head, "I'm sorry, Professor Que, I was joking with you... I'll take a taxi and go back—"

Que Qingyan's voice suddenly sounded, indifferent, unable to hear her emotions, and asked her: "I'm so drunk, how can I take a taxi back by myself?"

Lin Mian is very low: "It's okay."

She was about to find an excuse to walk away when a shadow fell on her feet.

Lin Mian raised his eyes and glanced, and his heartbeat stopped suddenly.

The man knelt down in front of her with his back on his back, his neck and back formed a smooth and slender arc, set against the shadow of the roadside lights, with a fatal male attraction.

"Come up." Que Qingyan seemed to sigh: "Come back for a while."