You Sound Sleepy

On the way back after dinner, Lin Mian looked at the street view outside the car window for a while.

Outside the window, the phoenix tree was bleak in late autumn, and no one looked good at the scene, so she turned her gaze back silently.

After coming out of the restaurant, Que Qingyan received a call while he was talking on a Bluetooth headset. Lin Mian sat upright and didn't consciously bother him. Out of curiosity, he supported his ear and listened to a few words.

Most of the time, the caller is talking. Que Qingyan occasionally spoke, and the content of the conversation involved nouns in the professional field. Lin Mian couldn't understand it, so he could only understand it literally, focusing more attention on the voice.

Que Qingyan's voice is calm and pleasant. When he is not smiling, it has a cold texture, like mint soaked in a glass of crushed ice.

He has been really busy recently.

Lin Mian summed up in a trance in his mind, and after listening to it, he was a little...sleepy.

For so long, Lin Mian has a deep understanding of his sleep dependence.

She didn't get sleepy with every word that Que Qingyan said, but once he didn't say what he said to herself, over time, she would be very, very easily sleepy.

Lin Mian felt that his brain, which had been sober and excited for several days, began to lose consciousness, and his sleepiness surged. Before he yawned, his eyes were already wet with a layer of water vapor.

Lin Mian turned his head, knocked his forehead on the cold car window, and took a deep breath.

Finally I have the opportunity to be alone, unable to sleep, unable to sleep, unable to sleep.

She originally wanted to wait for Que Qingyan to finish the phone call, then find a topic to chat with him.

Lin Mian is really sleepy, covering her ears is not appropriate, and it's not easy to find headphones to listen to music at this time, and she may be misunderstood by Que Qingyan. She is thinking that he is making noisy calls...

After a while, Lin Mian closed his eyes and put his forehead against the car window, bracing his spirits, and decided to do something to divert his attention.

"...You can apply for submission," the other party's voice confirmed a few words anxiously, and Que Qingyan's voice was indifferent, "If you resubmit the evidence, I will revise the defense outline based on the existing evidence."

Que Qingyan's voice was very low, and Lin Mian acted as a humanoid repeater, repeating his words in a lower and inaudible voice.

"You don't need to send it to me. For the trial next week, I need you to bring all the original evidence."

It seems to be less sleepy.

Lin Mian continued in a vaguely low voice: "Bring all the original evidence..."

"I will submit the appraisal application together tomorrow."

"...And submit it together."

The car slowly stopped at the red light, and Que Qingyan just hung up the phone.

He took off the headphones and glanced sideways. Lin Mian, sitting in the passenger seat, didn’t know when he shrank himself into a corner by the window, turned his back on his side, his forehead was slightly against the glass window, and his long black hair was scattered obediently on the back of his neck, revealing a little white ear tip. Come.

Que Qingyan retracted his gaze, turned on the temperature of the car air conditioner, and asked, "Are you sleepy?"

There was no sound from the phone, the car was very quiet, and Lin Mian could be heard clearly: "Is it sleepy?"

Que Qingyan's actions paused slightly.

Lin Mian's consciousness lingered in the semi-awake state, and he listened to him calmly: "Next week I may be busy, and I may not be able to see me in the apartment."

Before long, Lin Mian repeated: "You may not be able to see me..."

"..." This time Que Qingyan's voice contained some smiles, and he paused before saying, "You can call me."

Lin Mian subconsciously: "You can call me."

After speaking, I finally realized that something was wrong.

He seemed to be talking to himself. Lin Mian's sleepiness disappeared. She opened her eyes, turned around to look at Que Qingyan, and quickly recalled the conversation in her mind, and squatted to explain: "I, I was just..."

At the end of the red light, Que Qingyan tapped his fingers on the steering wheel and took the words: "When will I be free?"

Seeing Lin Mian's loss, his expression remained unchanged, and his voice lowered: "Didn't you tell me to call you?"

"..." Lin Mian didn't slow down, blushing and reflexively, "Whenever... be free."

After speaking, Lin Mian rubbed his face to remember with difficulty.

Why did he call her suddenly?

Que Qingyan said that he was busy, so he was so busy that no one was seen. In the next few days, Lin Mian didn't see him in the apartment again.

In the workplace, Lin Mian put down the pressure-sensitive pen and dialed the phone for five minutes. He still didn't bother Que Qingyan. He just sent a WeChat message to Xu Zhu.

After a while, Xu Zhu replied: [My boss has been busy in court recently, but the dragon has not seen the end, and there is nowhere to find someone. Why, are you looking for something to do with him again? 】

Lin Mian said bluntly: [I want to send flowers. 】

In the next few minutes, Xu Zhu responded to a long series of question marks in shock and swiped the screen.

The flower delivery clerk had not delivered the flowers to the owner for three days in a row. On the third day, the flower delivery clerk reluctantly called Lin Mian, a customer, worried: "Miss Lin , The Mr. Que you want to send flowers to is not at home, and the phone cannot be reached."

This is a major customer who has booked business for three months. The flower delivery staff is very dedicated: "Or I will wait some time to come over. When will Mr. Que usually come back?"

"No," Lin Mian thanked him and suggested, "Then please go down two floors and send the flowers to the eighth floor."

The flower sender was pleasantly surprised: "So Mr. Que changed to live on the eighth floor?"

Lin Mian said sadly: "No, I live on the eighth floor."

Florist: "..."

If you can't send flowers, you can still stuff love letters.

To show the sincerity of chasing people, even knowing that Que Qingyan is not in the apartment these days, Lin Mian still took the elevator to the tenth floor unmovedly, holding the newly edited love letter—

Quietly stuffed it in.

The love letter envelope is so thin that it can be easily inserted through the crack of the door.

After filling the love letters, Lin Mian thought, she had written as many as dozens of love letters in the past, but at the rate of seven or eight letters per day, she would almost be able to fill them up when Que Qingyan came back from his busy schedule.

So far, her love letters are all love letters in the usual sense, and the content is pleasing praise and love words, and there is nothing special.

But she left a most important love letter and wanted to give Que to Que in person.

In that letter, she wrote about her mental journey from meeting Que Qingyan to seeing her again after many years, and it was full of young girls' thoughts.

Lin Mianxin said that he probably didn't know...she actually wanted to chase him a long time ago.

In the early morning of the next day, the flower delivery staff used to deliver the flowers to the eighth floor.

For several days, Lin Mian received the flowers from him. Two new vases were added to the dining table in the living room. There were no more bottles for flower arrangement.

The flowers ordered by yourself must be offered up while crying. Holding the bouquet, she thought for a while, went to the workshop, emptied a pen holder, and temporarily inserted the flowers in the pen holder.

The time for sending flowers was 8 o'clock in the morning. At this time, Mr. Mu Mian, who had been rushing through the night, was asleep for not long.

Lin Mian was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes. While rubbing his eyes, he moved into the bedroom, kicked off the slippers by the bed, and silently buried the whole person in the soft blanket again.

It didn't take long for the cell phone to be thrown in the corner and vibrated.

"..." Lin Mian struggled to death for a few seconds, struggling to stretch out his hand under the quilt, fumbled for a long time on the bedside, and picked it up, "Hello?"

Bai Jiayi heard her soft nasal voice and asked: "Mianbao, are you still sleeping?"

"Ok…"

Bai Jiayi knew that no one could stop her when she was sleepy, she must hang up the phone, and hurriedly said, "Don't hang up, don't hang up."

Lin Mian pulled off the pillow covering his face little by little: "What's the matter?"

"Mianbao, do you have time tonight?" Miss Bai sounds very good. "Come with me to the Chenyan Club, right?"

"Ok?"

"Catch rape."

The one caught was the son of Shen who married Bai Jiayi.

Two months ago, Bai Jiayi and Shen Gongzi got married because of their two marriages, and Shen Gongzi became so romantic, but after marriage, he did not constrain at all. Bai Jiayi was forced to come back during his honeymoon. After returning to China, Bai Jiayi had a divorce for a period of time and was forbidden by his father.

Bai Jiayi insisted on getting a divorce and hired a private detective to dig the bottom of Son Shen, but the scumbag was really covering up in the country so well that the detective could only find out some unobtrusive gossip and could not get evidence.

I heard that Young Master Shen is having a party with Hupengouyou in a private club tonight. Regardless of whether he can catch the **** or not, Bai Jiayi is definitely going there.

After listening, Lin Mian was almost awake. After thinking about it, he solemnly said: "Don't worry, I will help you take the best angle photo." After speaking, he added in a low voice, "High-definition without code."

Bai Jiayi: "..."

That night, Lin Mian accompanied Bai Jiayi to the Chenyan Club.

The club is a private membership system. Miss Bai used to play well and was also a member of the club. The two entered the interior unobstructed and went upstairs along the way.

The personal information of the members is kept strictly confidential here, and the wait staff refused to reveal the box of Mr. Shen. As soon as Bai Jiayi came up with a temper, the boxes searched through the carpets, but couldn't stop it.

The waiter nodded and bowed. He wanted to stop but didn't dare to stop. He smiled and persuaded: "Miss Bai, you still don't look for it. If you continue to look for it, the security will come to drive people..."

Just as he was talking, Bai Jiayi pushed open a box, paused for a moment, and went straight in.

Lin Mian glanced at the sound, looking from the outside, the light inside the ink-colored glass door that was being opened was dim, the enchanting colored light swayed, and the sound of various music rushed towards his face.

Before, she rarely came to this kind of windy place, but she was no stranger to this kind of occasion. She still knew what she could see after entering the door.

Lin Mian hesitated for a moment and followed in.

In the box, Mr. Shen had a party with his friends tonight, called a few **** and enchanting women to dance by the side of the wine pool, and invited a star to accompany him. He never thought that his newly married wife would come to the house to make trouble.

Bai Jiayi originally wanted to catch a traitor as evidence, but after seeing Young Master Shen with the star in his arms, he still couldn't hold back his temper. The next scene was chaotic, and finally the waiter came in with a group of security guards and forced a stop.

Lin Mian had just left the club when he received the call.

Bai Jiayi went to pick up the car, and Young Master Shen came out with his arms around the crying star, only Lin Mian was seen at the door.

"Are you Lin Mian?" Young Master Shen lowered his head to comfort the little star, approached and said, "I remember that you were also present at my engagement banquet with Jiajia."

Young Master Shen looked at Lin Mian, and said to his heart, he looked pure and harmless, but he was not at all ambiguous when he pulled the frame just now.

Lin Mian didn't pay attention to him. She looked down at the caller ID and her eyes lit up.

The call was made by Que Qingyan.

Before the other party could talk further, Lin Mian quickly raised his eyes and glanced at Young Master Shen, and obviously frowned, showing a look that could be described as disgust, and moved away from him with his mobile phone.

Young Master Shen: "..." Is he so scary?

This is the first time Que Qingyan has called her.

Hearing a low and pleasant "hello" in his ears, Lin Mian's ears became hot uncontrollably, and the little springbok, who had been silent for a few days, began to jump for joy, whispering to him: "Que Qingyan."

On the other side of the phone, Que Qingyan closed the dossier, pinched his eyebrows, got up to pour coffee, and asked, "Have you eaten?"

"I've eaten it." Lin Mian wanted to tell him when he was saving for a few days, rubbing his finger on the phone, and frankly said, "When you were away, I...stuffed something into your door."

Que Qingyan put the coffee cup on the table and smiled at the words, "What's the stuff?"

"Love letter." After a moment of pause, Lin Mian blushed and emphasized, "The love letter of the suitor number one."

Que Qingyan hadn't had time to read the love letter sent by Lin Miansai to the puppet bear before. He has lived in a hotel these days and has never returned to his apartment.

Que Qingyan asked casually: "Is there anything else stuffed?"

Lin Mian shook his head: "No more."

She was embarrassed to say that, in fact, she still wanted to stuff it, but the seam of the door was so small that she couldn't stuff anything except the envelope.

I don't know if it was because of the phone call, Que Qingyan's voice sounded lower than usual, and the ending sound was hazy. Lin Mian glanced at the time. It was almost ten o'clock in the evening. He has been busy until now, and he must be very tired.

So Lin Mian struggled again, still suffocating his conscience: "I'm a little sleepy..."

"I want to sleep—" You.

"Sleep."

Lin Mian was still apologizing for the lies he lied, so he listened to Que Qingyan and asked calmly: "Listen to my voice, is it so sleepy?"

"...Huh?" Lin Mian reacted and explained hurriedly, "No, I think...you are too tired." Her face gradually burned, not wanting him to misunderstand, and added, "You can even call me. I won’t be sleepy on the phone at night."

Que Qingyan was slightly startled. He actually knew that she was amused at first, but he didn't expect her to be so straightforward, she would have to explain clearly when she was shy to endure the words of love.

Before hanging up the phone, Lin Mian hesitated for a moment, and asked griefly, "Can you wait five seconds before hanging up?"

Before Que could speak, Lin Mian shamelessly assumed that he acquiesced.

The next second, a very small Microsoft voice came from the other end of the phone.

Lin Mian pressed his red face and kissed the phone lightly.

The next morning, the club’s affairs were reported in the tabloid news last night.

The news gimmick was very big, and the headline of a line was very obvious: "Unfortunately married wealthy family, the young man of the Shen group embraced the club to buy drunk.

The attached picture is a secret photo taken at the entrance of the club. There are three photogenic people.

Mr. Shen, starlet... and Lin Mian.

In the club before, Mr. Shen was afraid that Bai Jiayi would sue the elders of the Shen family afterwards, but he never tried to fight back. The shirt buttons were torn apart and his hair was messy. The image on the photo was very decadent, and he was still holding his arms A little red star.

The little star cried so much after he came out of the club. Although he was wearing sunglasses during the sneak shot, he was still recognized.

And Lin Mian on the side... Lin Mian had just finished the phone call with Que Qingyan at that time, and his face turned red, which made people think about it.

Left, embrace, right, embrace.

Lin Mian held the mouse: "..."