You Sound Sleepy

When the news video came out, Lin Mianzheng was frying the third egg in the kitchen. The video played on the phone was repeated to the tenth time. The voice of Shen Gongzi from the outside loudspeaker clearly circled the kitchen for three and a half weeks:

"...People are the ones Que Shao is pursuing..."

With a shake of his hand, the third egg was successfully fried.

Lin Mian turned off the fire and threw the spatula, listened to the video silently, and silently leaned against the glass door of the kitchen while holding his mobile phone in silence.

Que Qingyan seemed to kiss her last night, confessed to her, and said he wanted to chase her.

She shamelessly asked Que Qingyan if she could go to his house to sleep. What did he say?

Lin Mian didn't look at him at the time, only heard a low smile, calmly analyzed for her: "I am your suitor now, and my love for you has reached a level of unruly, so you just put yourself here to me. , Are you too confident in me?"

Lin Mian didn't hear a word in the following words, blushing and scrambling to turn around and leave. When he walked to the hallway, he thought about it and felt that he couldn't be so ashamed.

Anyway, I'm already shy, and I want... to ask for a little bit of benefit.

So Lin Mian turned back again, and asked him in a small voice with blinking eyes: "Can I... want a goodnight kiss?"

"..." Que Qingyan narrowed his eyes and smiled, and said calmly, "Is I chasing you, or are you chasing me?"

Lin Mian recalled it, and he did say just now that no matter what she asked, he would be satisfied.

But she didn't really ask this, she said to her heart, if Que Qingyan told her this sentence was just a good joke, she would definitely cry.

She would rather treat herself as real.

Just when Lin Mian said goodnight and wanted to leave, he was unconsciously pulled back by Que Qingyan's wrists, and kissed deeply by the desk.

At the end he asked: "Do you want more?"

Lin Mian's heart beats like a drum, and he will have a tachycardia again when he kisses again. He clutched his moist and red lips: "No, no, no."

…

Lin Mian originally thought that she would suffer from insomnia until dawn last night, but she did not expect to sleep well after returning to the apartment.

In the gap of the looping video just now, there have been a few more text messages on the phone. Lin Mian turned over and glanced at it. There were people from Bai Jiayi and a few other people. The latter were a few ladies and ladies who had only met before. The subtexts in the words were all about asking questions.

Lin Mian pursed his lips, skipped the text messages, and replied to Bai Jiayi.

After sending the newsletter, Lin Mian thought for a while. She asked Que clear last night if she could go to sleep... His words didn't agree, nor did they refuse to agree.

In fact, her original intention was to go to him to make up her afternoon nap, by the way...

At this moment, the Lin Mian Girl cartoonist opened countless brain holes, pressing his heartbeat to fill in the content behind "By the way".

Halfway through thinking, the phone buzzed and vibrated to remind me of a new text message.

Editor: [Mr. Mumian, it's the end of the month. 】

Another one.

Editor: [Teacher, look at the sun today, does it look like the manuscript you didn't hand me this month? 】

Lin Mian: "..."

The heartbeat suddenly calmed down.

After breakfast, Lin Mian called his assistant Fang Xuxu.

The deadline was approaching at the end of the month, and Fang Xuxu revised the manuscript as usual. This time she was not stopped outside the apartment anymore. When she entered the door, she said hello, her voice suppressed with excitement: "Teacher, when I was in the elevator just now, I saw a man with a bouquet of flowers. He pushed up the tenth floor. It looks like it must be someone who sent the flowers."

"Such a big bunch of flowers," Fang Xuxu said with admiration, "so happy."

This time, on the tenth floor, send flowers.

Que Qingyan had already returned to the apartment. After Lin Mian came back from the basement in a trance last night, he remembered that he sent a text message to the flower delivery staff, so the flowers this morning were sent to the tenth floor.

Thinking of Que Qingyan, Lin Mian's consciousness that had just slowed down soon began to drift again. She put down her pen and got up, poked her head out of the workshop, and checked the door frame to confirm: "What does it look like?"

Fang Xuxu was still changing shoes in the hallway, and recalled after hearing the words: "I didn't look at people carefully, they looked like—"

Halfway through the conversation, the doorbell rang.

"..." Fang Xuxu opened the door for Lin Mian. After seeing the man, he was stunned for a few seconds, then turned his head and gave Lin Mian a shocked look.

The florist outside the door did not have any flowers in his hand, but took a small box and handed it to Lin Mian with a smile: "Miss Lin, this is what Mr. Que asked me to take it down and give it to you."

The light pink suede gift box, palm-sized, does not weigh much in the hand.

Lin Mian looked more and more familiar, until he glanced at the line of German characters in the corner of the box, did he react.

This is the watch box that Bai Jiayi gave to her Swiss couple's watch before. Then she disassembled the watch and gave it to Que Qingyan along with the watch box.

But now he was returned by Que Qingyan.

Lin Mian stared at it for a while, opening it and wondering why he wanted...

There was a watch lying quietly in the watch box. After Lin Mian saw it clearly, he paused for a moment and his face turned red.

Women's watches.

Before, she dismantled the couple's watch and gave Que Qingyan a male watch. He...he sent a female watch back.

He knew this was a couple watch? !

Before Lin Mian blushed, his eyes fell on the inner lining.

The inner lining was supposed to have a spare buckle, but now it was replaced with something else, Lin Mian tried to take a look at it.

A bunch of keys.

"..."

Is he the key to his apartment?

Fang Xuxu on the side was shocked. She and Teacher Mu Mian had known each other for so long, and it was the first time she saw the teacher blush like this, her white neck flushed. She just wanted to ask when she saw Lin Mian closing the box and looking at her solemnly, her apricot eyes were glowing with soft water, and her tone was melancholy: "Xu Xu, I have no inspiration."

As Mu Mian’s manga assistant, Fang Xuxu knew that the other party had been in a bottleneck period during this period, but the experience of getting along for a long time told her that she can’t be busy at this time to comfort her, because...

Fang Xuxu asked tentatively: "So?"

"So," Teacher Mu Mian turned back to the workroom, took out the tablet and laptop, with a serious expression, "I must go upstairs."

"..." Fang Xuxu knew. She asked in confusion, "Teacher, what are you doing upstairs?"

"Find inspiration."

Fang Xuxu: "..." Really.

Fang Xuxu’s usual job is to help Mr. Mu Mian share part of the storyboard and background. She will come to the nearest to draw the draft face-to-face for the convenience of communication and revision during the deadline. However, there is not much work today. Even if the teacher wants to go out and come back temporarily, it will be delayed.

Lin Mian knew it too, so she decided...to go upstairs and go around.

Not long after, Fang Xuxu saw that Mr. Mu Mian, who had just entered the elevator, folded back again, sorted out some things, and greeted her softly before he really left.

Fang Xuxu recalled what the teacher had just taken away, and confirmed that he had read it right.

Thin blankets, small pillows, sleep goggles.

Fang Xuxu: "..." Looking for? spirit? sense?