The Supporting Male Character Just Wants to Be a Tool Man

"Guess." Han Cheng said deliberately.

Shen Qingshu bulged his cheeks, turned around and walked back, "I don't guess."

He walked to the sofa, sat down, and Han Cheng followed him and said with a smile, "You really don't guess?"

"Don't guess, it must be for me." Shen Qing glanced at him slantingly, with a certain tone, "If it wasn't for me, you should say no, let me guess what?"

Hancheng:...

Fuck, you deserve to be a literary worker, careless!

He glanced at Shen Qingshu depressedly, and reluctantly took out the scarf from the bag, "Hey, the wind has been strong these past two days, I bought you a scarf."

Shen Qing took it with surprise, and touched it in his hand. The scarf is very soft, pure black, and very versatile.

Shen Qingshu tried to wrap around his neck, and it felt good to the touch.

"Thank you." Shen Qing gave him a smile without hesitation, "I like this Christmas gift very much."

"Do you like this?" Han Cheng thought he was really coaxing, not picky at all, he liked scarves of thousands of dollars.

"Otherwise?" Shen Qingshu took off the scarf. "You give me a gift, don't I like it anymore?"

When he said this, he was a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry, I didn't prepare a gift for you."

Hancheng:...

what did he say? !

Sure enough!

He knew it.

"But I will make up." Shen Qing said immediately, "New Year's Day or New Year, I will make up as soon as possible, don't be angry."

Han Cheng snorted, "I didn't expect you to give me gifts."

Shen Qingshu hurriedly approached him and said, "The main reason is that you didn't show your intention to give me a gift before."

"Is it a surprise to show it? Besides, if I don't give it to you, can't you give it to me?"

Shen Qingshu: ...... Having said that, do riders still need to send gifts to each other?

Shen Qingshu had some doubts.

But this is not a problem. After all, who doesn't want to receive gifts for the big holidays?

So it was indeed that he hadn't thought about it well and ignored Han Cheng—especially, he knew that Han Cheng would come over today.

"I was wrong." Shen Qing tugged at his sleeve, "I will definitely give you a gift in the future. I will give it on New Year's Day!"

After he finished speaking, he added: "If you like it, tell me now. I will place an order now. I have to expedite it. I should be able to arrive tomorrow. This way, the Christmas gift can be made up, okay."

The main reason is that it is the night of the 24th. When Hancheng comes, he must be with him most of the time. In this case, choosing a Christmas gift in a hurry on the 25th would be too insincere.

So I can only see if Hancheng has something that he has been optimistic about before and likes.

"Is there?" he whispered.

Han Cheng looked at him with low eyes, and slowly curled the corners of his lips, then laughed, "Yes, yes."

"What?" Shen Qingshu quickly said, "Which brand, I will log in to their official website now."

As he spoke, he took out his cell phone and looked at Han Cheng expectantly.

Seeing this, Han Cheng took out his mobile phone and held it upright in front of him, "Hey."

Shen Qingshu:? ? ?

He looked at the unlocked phone in confusion, and could only see his face from the dark screen.

"I came here specially for you this evening, isn't it just to take away your Christmas present?" Han Cheng smiled.

Shen Qingshu didn't know for a while whether he should laugh or be helpless, but he still couldn't help but laughed, silently glanced at himself on the screen in his hand, feeling a little soft.

"I'm serious with you!" He smiled and looked at Han Cheng.

"I'm serious too."

"Other than this?" Shen Jingshu asked him, "Don't you have anything you want?"

Han Cheng took the phone back and shook his head, "No."

"Then I'll give it to you on New Year's Day, otherwise there will be only one day left for tomorrow, and it won't be enough for me to choose for you."

"Okay." Han Cheng said very well, "but I can't have less gifts today."

Shen Qingshu:...

You are really conscientious. At this time, you still don't forget your trolley at night.

"I see." Shen Qingshu looked at him, "I didn't refuse."

"Then you take the initiative tonight." Han Cheng took his shoulders.

Shen Qingshu: ... OK, OK?

"Do you eat apples?" Shen Qingshu asked him, "The crew sent us apples, but I didn't eat them. It happens to be half of us now."

"Just keep it waiting for me?" Han Cheng squeezed his face.

"So eat it?" Shen Qing asked.

"You just reserved it for me. If I don't eat it, it's not because I won't give you face. Just eat."

After hearing the words, Shen Qing stood up and took the box on the table. After opening it, he took the apple to the faucet and washed it, and then cut it in half with a fruit knife.

He handed half of it to Han Cheng, "I wish you peace and safety next year."

Han Cheng took it with a smile, and took a bite, which was quite sweet.

Shen Qingshu also smiled, eating apples bite by bite.

After eating the apples, the two were about to leave.

Shen Qingshu specially encircled the scarf Han Cheng gave him and asked him, "Does it look good?"

Han Cheng watched his chin hidden in the scarf, and only looked at him with a crooked smile. He only felt that he was really too well-behaved and tempted to commit crimes.

He squeezed Shen Qingshu's face again, until he squeezed Shen Qingshu's face a little red, and then let go.

Shen Qing bulged his cheeks in dissatisfaction, like a little squirrel.

Han Cheng chuckled, lowered his head and kissed the place he had pinched before.

His bulging cheeks instantly returned to flatness.

Han Cheng tilted his head and saw Shen Qingshu looking at him in surprise.

He smiled, leaned close to him, and kissed Shen Qingshu's lips.

Shen Qing blinked unconsciously, lowered his eyes, his face was a little red.

"Do you want more?" Han Cheng asked him.

Shen Qingshu slowly raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then nodded lightly.

Han Cheng laughed again in an instant.

He rubbed Shen Qingsuo's head, and said gently, "Keep on kissing again later, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of this room."

Shen Qingshu felt the same way. He reached out and pushed Han Cheng in embarrassment.

"I haven't answered the question you just asked me." Han Cheng grabbed his hand.

"What?" Shen Qing asked.

But after asking him, he remembered. He just asked Han Cheng: Does it look good?

"It's pretty." He heard Han Cheng say, "You look so good, so naturally you look good on everything."

He said, shook his hand gently, hooking his finger.

Shen Qingshu was so shaken by him that his heart became unstable, following his movements slightly rippling.

If he doesn't leave again, he probably won't be able to leave here for a while!

So Shen Qingshu grabbed him and hooked his finger, not letting him shake any more, and urged: "Let's go."

"Good." Han Cheng Wen said.

He turned around and opened the door, and walked out with Shen Qingshu.

On Christmas Eve night, the street was brightly lit. Many couples walked hand in hand on the road, some holding flowers and some holding gifts. The girls looked up at the boys, and the boys lowered their heads to listen to the girls talking, warm and sweet.

Sitting in the car, Shen Qingshu looked through the window, feeling that today's night was extraordinarily warm.

He looked down at the scarf that was taken off his arms. He also had gifts, and he also had people by his side. He also enjoyed the joy of this holiday.

very nice.

The two people still went to the Li'an Hotel last time.

When Han Cheng came over, there was no meal, nor did Shen Qingshu. The two had a meal together, and then went to the bathroom to take a shower after eating.

It was still a familiar mountain road, a familiar driver and a sports car. The two of them had such a tacit understanding of this kind of thing, so that Han Cheng sometimes felt that he was born in his garage.

When he came down from the mountain again, Shen Qingshu was also a little tired, leaning in Han Cheng's arms, closed his eyes and wanted to rest.

Han Cheng looked at the redness on his face that had not faded, stretched out his hand and squeezed, Shen Qingshu did not stop him, Han Cheng would not hurt him anyway.

Han Cheng looked at him as he closed his eyes and allowed him to squeeze and squeeze.

He saw Shen Qing's relaxed posture, turned around, opened the drawer, and took out the small box he put in before taking a bath. Before he opened his eyes, he stuffed the box into Shen Qing who closed his eyes and calmed down. Sparse hands.

Shen Qingshu felt that something was stuffed in his hand, and then he opened his eyes and looked at him puzzledly.

"Stupid." Han Cheng scratched his nose, "Do you really think that scarf is a Christmas present?"

"Isn't it?"

"Did I say it?"

Shen Qing thought about it for a while, as if it really wasn't there yet.

So... he looked down at the small blue box hidden in his hand. Is this the real Christmas gift?

"What is this?" Shen Qing asked him curiously.

"Open it yourself and take a look." Han Cheng smiled.

Shen Qingshu was energetic in an instant and did not continue to rest. He opened the small box enthusiastically, and then he saw a cage-shaped pendant lying inside the box.

Shen Qingshu:...

"I said, buy a cage sooner or later to lock you up." Han Cheng said in his ear.

Shen Qingshu:...

Isn't this really too deep into the play?

Brother, it's time for you to play!

That's it, do you still want to change the setting? !

Seeing that he was lingering, Han Cheng stretched out his hand to wrap him around, and picked up the pendant by himself.

He stretched out his hand and took out the box with the chain in the drawer, and then hung the pendant in his hand on the black leather cord.

Shen Qingshu watched his movements, and when he was watching, he saw Han Cheng leaning down to help him put the necklace on his neck.

"Don't take it off." Han Cheng raised his head and told him.

Shen Qingshu:...

Shen Qing looked down at the pendant on his neck. Well, despite his prejudice against the cage, this pendant is actually very beautiful. After all, its workmanship is very meticulous at first glance, and its design is also very exquisite.

It's not cheap to the naked eye.

The most important thing is that this pendant was obviously chosen by Han Cheng very carefully, otherwise, it would not be a cage.

Shen Qingshu has also seen boys around him give gifts before wearing the book. Not every boy chooses holiday gifts seriously. Most of the time, it is just a bouquet of flowers, a bottle of perfume, a limited-edition bag, and nothing special. The meaning and shape of the shape are just to meet the requirements of the public, to be well-behaved and not easy to make mistakes.

Because of this, Han Cheng's gift, although not so well-behaved, is precisely because it is not so well-behaved, so you can tell at a glance that it was carefully selected by him.

Shen Qingshu suddenly felt that the small cage in his hand was quite cute, and the more he looked at it, the more cute it became.

When he received the scarf, he liked it very much.

But now that he received this pendant, he felt that he seemed to like it better.

The scarf is very good, warm and comfortable, very versatile, and very practical, but he is not exclusive to him and Hancheng, other people can also give him a scarf, and Hancheng can also give other people a scarf.

But this pendant is different. He can be sure that Han Cheng will not give this gift to others, and other people will not give him this gift.

——Of course, even if someone outside Hancheng really gave it to him, he would not accept it.

This is the little taste between them.

Shen Qingshu slowly laughed, and looked up at Han Cheng who was staring at him, "Why didn't you give me this from the beginning?"

"I gave it at the beginning, so what a surprise."

Han Cheng plausibly said, "This is called a trick of vain."

Shen Qingshu thought he was awesome!

The surprises of others are the first to suppress, to disappoint, and then to surprise.

He is different. He will give you a little surprise first. You think this is already very good. However, there are better ones waiting for you.

So you will never be unhappy, only happier.

He couldn't help but hugged Han Cheng, rubbed his shoulders, smiled uncontrollably, raised his head again, and coquettishly said to him, "Aren't you kissing me? At this time, you should kiss me." NS."

The author has something to say: Han Cheng: Kiss, who the **** can hold it!