You Sound Sleepy

Lin Mian has never lied in front of him since he was found out by Que Qing that she was not his student.

But in the sentence just now, the first half is false and the second half is true.

Lin Mian didn't care whether he could conceal the words from Que Qingyan. He brainwashed himself three times with little lies, brewing emotions, and unconsciously rubbed the pockets of his hands with his fingertips, and then raised his eyes to look at him.

"Professor Que," she has first-rate selling ability, and her voice is obedient and soft. "There is no one in my apartment, and now I dare not be alone. Can you stay here for a while?" Without waiting for him to return, Lin Mian said Pitifully added: "Just a while, I'll leave as soon as I get better... OK?"

Que Qingyan's eyes fell on Lin Mian's face, he paused for a moment, and let the door open: "Come in."

"The slippers are newly removed. You can tell me if they don't fit." He turned around and found a pair of slippers for her in the hallway before asking calmly, "Watching horror movies alone?"

Que Qingyan agreed.

Fortunately, he did not continue to ask her why she had to watch a horror movie...

Lin Mian whispered with a guilty conscience: "Um..."

She seemed to be really scared by the horror film, her nose was red, and she looked sad. From Que Qingyan's perspective, her eyes were so moist that they were squiggly and distinct, like small animals curled up with fur.

When handing the slippers, Que Qingyan's black shirt sleeves rolled up to his forearm, showing the watch on his wrist as he moved.

Lin Mian took a look, and was startled for a moment, then his heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

The watch is still the piece she gave him.

He did not pick it.

"Can I..." Que Qingyan finished handing out the slippers, and before walking to the inner hall, I heard Lin Mian say, "Can I move the drawing to you to paint?" She couldn't hold back, and added, "I think With you."

She was trying to stay with him a little longer.

Que Qingyan stopped when he heard the words and turned to look at her.

Lin Mian was still standing at the door and did not come in, obviously not conscious of the act of pushing his nose on his face. He blushed and explained: "I have nothing to do with you, I can't... keep looking at you."

As soon as the voice fell, Lin Mianxin said that she actually wanted to see it, but if she really didn't do anything, she just looked at Que Qingyan, and she was afraid he would throw her out.

Que Qingyan didn't answer for a while.

It's night now. She came to him because she was afraid of watching a horror movie, and she also had to bring her drawings to work together. The intimacy of this is not unnoticeable by Que Qingyan.

I contacted Lin Mian last week and asked if he could chase him. If he thinks more deeply, he can almost treat tonight as a suggestive gesture.

He hadn't seen anything like this before. He was blushing with shame, but his words were too frank and straightforward. He always tentatively probed his paws to provoke his bottom line, and subconsciously felt that he would not do anything to her.

So Que, who has always claimed to be a gentleman, kept his eyes clear, and replied with his expression unchanged: "If you are still afraid tonight, you can also move the quilt up by the way." He continued to walk into the inner hall, his voice low and magnetic, pressing down. He smiled and asked casually, "Do you need me to give you the bedroom?"

"..."

The meaning of this sentence is obviously ambiguous. Lin Mian was stunned for ten seconds, unable to say a word, and rolled downstairs blushing. Five minutes later, he only took what was needed for the drawing.

Que Qingyan left the door. When Lin Mian returned with the manuscript and the digital screen, he was reading the information at the desk in the living room. The computer screen on the side was on and the screen was still connected to voice communication.

The desk was placed in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, and Que Qingyan had a cup of coffee next to him, and a cup of milk directly opposite, still radiating heat.

The milk is just hot, and it smells of warm and mellow milk. It is obvious who it is for.

Lin Mian stepped on the soft cotton drag and walked over.

The desk is very spacious, and there is more than enough for two people to work. Even if she sits opposite to his drawing, she will not take up space at all, let alone disturb him.

can…

Lin Mian hesitated to stop at the desk, surreptitiously sweeping his eyes around.

There is only a solid wood chair beside the desk, which is the position of Que Qingyan. Apart from that, no other chairs were seen within her sight.

Que Qingyan warmed her milk on the table, obviously meant to let her sit here, but he didn't place a position. He is not like someone who deliberately made things difficult for her. If she was really not welcome, he could just reject her bluntly and would not pour milk for her.

But the fact now is that there is really no other chair...

There is no seat, where is she going to sit?

Que Qingyan lowered his eyes and marked a comment on the dossier. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Lin Mian approaching, writing without stopping, and said, "Sit down."

"..." Lin Mian didn't react, and looked around again, suddenly feeling a little at a loss, and reminded him in a low voice, "You don't have any other seats here..."

Que Qingyan replied, and said lightly: "Don't you mean to be with me?"

Lin Mian was stunned. She said just now that she wanted to...work with him.

But what he meant now was, did she sit with him?

Sit, where to sit?

"..."

Lin Mian slowly recalled, did he want her to sit on his lap? ! !

However, Que Qingyan put his pen down at this time, turned a page of information, and his voice sounded nothing unusual, and he continued to ask: "Don't you want to sit?"

"..." The cartoonist's scene brain replenishment ability was fully effective at this time, and Lin Mian's face could no longer be described in such a shallow word as flushing. Her heart was beating violently, and she stayed where she was.

She said in her heart, of course she wanted to sit on his lap...

But he was obviously joking ahhhhhh...

After a long while, Lin Mian, who took a few deep breaths and calmed down his heartbeat, slowed down. He muttered countless times to calm down, and pitifully begged for mercy: "I am wrong."

"I shouldn't lie to you," Lin Mian's ears were hot and honestly confessed, "I actually didn't feel afraid of watching horror movies, so I came up to see you... I just want to see you."

I just want to see you.

When Que Qingyan heard what she said, his slender fingers tapped on the page of information, but his expression was slightly surprised.

In fact, he didn't tease her for this.

She came over and teased him several times, no matter how gentle he was, he should respond to her provocative provocation, and exchange courtesy once.

But this time it wasn't a disciplinary action, but instead gave her the opportunity to provoke him with words.

Really...

Seeing Que Qingyan, Lin Mian finally put down the case file in his hand, pressed his finger bone against the brow, 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 scene of his collarbone, and his abstinence and clarity revealed a bit of desire.

Lin Mian stared in a trance, his heartbeat was a little unstable, and he silently added a sentence in his heart that he didn't seem to be wearing a tie... Before he was finished, he saw that there was a smile on the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. Moved her a chair.

This time Lin Mian sat down peacefully across the desk, turned on the computer, plugged in the digital tablet, and spread out the inspirational manuscript, rubbed his face carefully, nestled in the chair and started to do business.

Que Qingyan turned off the mute of the computer voice communication, and Cheng Ze's voice came from the other end of the headset:

"...So according to the current domestic arbitration, I think Quinn's case is very risky. When the parties have insufficient evidence, the probability of a successful counterclaim is very small..."

Que Qingyan answered the voice communication while turning over the file of the lawsuit.

He glanced inadvertently and saw Lin Mian holding his head on the drawing, with a pair of black apricot eyes, his eyelashes falling, his expression focused, rare and serious.

"I haven't collected all the evidence, and there is still a period of time before I leave the trial. I have no plan to withdraw the agency." Que Qingyan's eyes were deep, he paused, and then said slowly, "Drink the milk first."

The second half of the sentence was addressed to Lin Mian.

Lin Mian, who was calm on the surface but was graffiti, raised his head when he heard the words, and glanced at 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 this was not meant to him, and asked, "I'm already here, do you still have guests from Quinn?"

Que Qingyan calmly replied: "Lin Mian."

Hearing him calling her, Lin Mian, who was drinking milk, raised his head again: "Huh?"

She drank half of the milk and still had a moustache around her lips. Que Qingyan's eyes stayed on the corners of her wet lips for a moment, and he drew a piece of paper to her.

He was still communicating with others, Lin Mian took the tissue in embarrassment, and silently thanked him.

"...Quinn," Cheng Ze was dumb for a long time, uncertain, "Am I disturbing your nightlife?"

After Que Qingyan hung up the communication, Lin Mian just drank the milk in the glass.

She picked up the pen again, resisting the urge to look in the direction of Que Qingyan, and tried to bring her eyes back to the computer screen.

A mess of curves was drawn on the blank manuscript paper on the screen. Lin Mian absently emptied the manuscript with his chaotic heartbeat, and continued to create abstract abstraction.

She actually had something to hold back and didn't say.

Last week, she said she wanted to chase Que Qingyan. She was not afraid to ask if he could teach her how to chase him, but at that time he was on a business trip, so she told her to come back.

Now that he has come back, he just happened to be sitting face to face with her, she...would you dare to ask?

Lin Mian thought about it halfway, and suddenly thought, what if Que made it clear and refused to give her a chance to chase him?

As soon as this thought came out, Lin Mian's heart suddenly choked. She tried to simulate the rejection scene in her mind. By the way, she compiled the scene and the lines, and even the route of tears running on the spot was simulated.

After finishing his brain filling, Lin Mian raised his eyes in a panic, and quickly glanced at the Que Qingyan that turned over the information.

He just got off the plane in the afternoon and went back to school for a meeting without stopping. Now he is still looking at the file of the agency lawsuit, and Ying Jun's face can already be seen a little tired.

Lin Mian recalled Que Qingyan's actions tonight, and said to her heart that no matter what she said just now, as long as it was a little intimacy, he was uncharacteristically, and he gave her a word of unreality.

Lin Mian analyzed it clearly and concluded that it must be because Que Qingyan was too tired today.

So tired, so he...has a bad temper now.

If she talks to him about chasing people in person again, I don't know what he will say to make her blush to death.

Otherwise...Don't just talk to him.

But let’s not say, she...

Lin Mian thought for a moment, hesitated for a while, and took out his cell phone.

On the other side, Que Qingyan had just transmitted the information, and the computer was still logged in to WeChat. After flipping through the information, I glanced at the computer screen and saw a message popping up in the WeChat dialog box.

Lin Mian: [Professor Que. 】

Lin Mian: [I asked you before if I could chase you, and you will tell me when you come back. 】

Que Qingyan's expression paused, and another message was sent immediately afterwards.

Lin Mian: [If you want to reject me, can you not look at me when you speak? 】

This request is a bit excessive. Lin Mian's fingertips hovered on the input box for a moment, did not dare to look up at Que Qingyan, and added the last sentence: [Because 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 did not reply to WeChat, and across the desk, his eyes fell on Lin Mian from the screen, "Lin Mian."

Lin Mian responded, pulling her heart nervously, and looking at him anxiously. She was mentally prepared for the trial, and listened to him inadvertently asking: "Did you go to my class this afternoon?"

In the afternoon... she reddened her ears and confessed in a low voice, "I want to go to your class... but you were not there at that time."

Lin Mian thought about it nervously, he suddenly asked her this question... Did you want to change the subject?

The latter sentence sounds even more casual, like a casual question: "Is the one you met before is your friend?"

What he asked was the little boy who Lin Yindao met.

"Not a friend," she was still asking Que Qingyan about chasing people last second, but now he asked about something else. Lin Mian wanted to divert, paused for a moment, and opened his mouth. His voice was a little aggrieved and muffled, "You don't need to find a topic to comfort me in advance, I'm not so...so unbearable..."

It must have been rejected. She lowered her eyes, her eyes slowly reddened, and she endured uncomfortably and said: "You want to reject me, you can say it straight, I will accept—"

"You don't need to call me a professor in the future," Que Qingyan took over and said calmly, "I am not your teacher after all."

Lin Mian didn't react, suddenly raised his 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 his dark eyes were filled with small smiles. He hesitated for a moment and said casually, "I don't seem to be a few years older than you."

"..."

Lin Mian digested these two sentences for a full 30 seconds, and with a red face for a long while, she was thoroughly cooked.

Que Qingyan agreed with her to chase him.

Although it was only the pursuit stage, it meant that she would no longer have to hide and tuck in the future, and she could get to know him with integrity.

Lin Mian had hundreds of small springboks running wildly in his heart, and the nerve endings temporarily lost their sensory function. They were still in a trance when they went out with a bunch of drawings and digital screens in their arms.

It was late at night, Lin Mian stood at the door step by step, and did not press the elevator downstairs. He couldn't help but look back, "Professor Que."

As soon as she spoke, she paused for a moment, and changed her words: "Que...Que Qingyan."

Que Qingyan looked down at her when he heard the words, then answered, waiting for the following.

Reason tells Lin Mian that it should be harvested at this time and don't take an inch, but as soon as the words are spoken, it becomes: "I will chase you..."

She has liked him for many years.

"...It's really hard." Lin Mian looked up at him quickly, his ears were red and his eyes were shiny, "So can I... ask you for some encouragement?"

In teacher Mu Mian's life dictionary so far, accepting these four words as soon as you see it meets Que Qingyan, it doesn't work at all.

Que Qingyan leaned down to look at Lin Mian, just about to speak, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the stack of manuscripts in her arms.

Lin Mian noticed his gaze, took a little out of the outermost manuscript in his arms, and then took a look.

At a glance, Lin Mian's movements froze.

This manuscript shows a scene where she pulls his tie and asks for a kiss.

Because of the kiss that couldn't be reached on tiptoe, Lin Mianhun regretted not staying at home for nearly a week. Afterwards, he drew the ideal brain supplement content. These manuscripts were used to cover the horror posters during the interview. After the interview, she took them off again and placed them on the studio desk.

Lin Mian didn't expect to be brought over by her accidentally.

"..." Que Qingyan narrowed his eyes and asked calmly, "What is this?"

Lin Mian's mind was pierced, and Lin Mian was so ashamed that he wanted to burrow and disappear immediately.

Some of the manuscripts were extracted from the pile of manuscripts, which could cover the lower half of her face. Lin Mian struggled in his heart for a long time, took a deep breath behind the manuscript, then took a deep breath, pursing his lips and whispering: "I'm thinking...if the situation happened last time, what should I..."

How can she say "How can I kiss you?"

Que Qing said nothing.

Lin Mian closed his eyes and said in his heart, it's over.

She managed to chase him, but she dropped the chain at such a critical time.

Que Qingyan narrowed his expression and said nothing.

She came to him tonight and repeatedly spurned him. She chased people so confidently, and finally asked him for encouragement.

Que Qingyan has always been accustomed to standing in a dominant position, whether it is personal planning or feelings, so passive, it is the first time.

Not only that, he discovered that this passive position was deliberately indulged by him.

"..." Professor Que lowered his eyes and smiled, temporarily putting aside the gentleman's manners, and calmly said, "What encouragement do you want?"

Lin Mian watched him carefully, and after making sure 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—um—"

In the next second, Lin Mian's neck was supported by Que Qingyan, and her slender fingers stroked the skin behind her neck. Before she could react, she saw him leaning over slightly.

He lowered his eyes and found her lips accurately through a thin manuscript.

Kissed her.