After Shi Qingqiu graduated from university, the class once held a reunion, but due to schedule problems, Shi Qingqiu did not participate.
And this time, she was well-received, and everyone who participated hoped that she would be there.
The only thing she cares about is not Qi Yue, but Wen Qinghan's heartache. She doesn't want to cause any disturbance between them because of this matter. So when she learned that there was a class reunion, her immediate reply was to refuse, and she agreed to go after communicating with Wen Qinghan.
On the afternoon of the party, Wen Qinghan got off work and went home to pick up Shi Qingqiu, and drove to the intersection near the hotel where the party was held. Because the two people went in different directions, Shi Qingqiu asked Yao Rui to wait here for her to go there together.
As soon as the car stopped, Wen Qinghan said: "Give me a message or call when the preparations are over, and I'll come and pick you up and go home together."
Shi Qingqiu's curly black hair was scattered on his back, his eyes were watery, he pursed his lips and smiled, then turned to look at Wen Qinghan: "Apart from this, is there anything else you want to tell me?"
Today is a private gathering, and she didn't dress as grandly as she usually does for a banquet. Wearing the beige silk shirt I bought with Wen Qinghan last time, the hem was tucked into the slim pencil pants, and a long windbreaker was on the outside, which set off her whole body and her sexuality.
Wen Qinghan squeezed the steering wheel, and at the same time as Shi Qingqiu said "Then I'm leaving" pretending to be disappointed, she unbuttoned her seat belt and leaned over to press Shi Qingqiu on the seat, and kissed her without any explanation.
Shi Qingqiu laughed out of his lips and teeth, wrapped his arms around her neck and responded intently.
This kiss was tender and provocative. Wen Qinghan's body was sore because of the strenuous posture. When she left, she could even feel a "click" on her back.
The two looked at each other and smiled, Wen Qinghan pursed his lips to hold the lipstick from Shi Qingqiu's lips, and said softly: "Go, I have a lot of people here, it's not too formal, you can live broadcast your party for me process."
"Then I'll go. You're not allowed to drink, and you'll have to drive later." Shi Qingqiu tugged at her sleeves, and after getting the latter's nod of approval, she got out of the car and walked quickly to Yao Rui's car not far away.
Watching Yao Rui's car start slowly, Wen Qinghan started the car and drove in another direction.
Parked the car in the parking lot of the hotel where the party was scheduled, Shi Qingqiu put on glasses to hide some of his face.
Yao Rui embraced her shoulders, and said in a safe tone: "Don't worry, my big star, follow my sister and me, and I will definitely bring you in safely."
Shi Qingqiu smiled helplessly: "It doesn't matter if you are recognized, I don't have a boss now."
"Well, it just so happens that we have a lot of free time, so we need to make a few more appointments, otherwise it will be even more difficult for us to make an appointment when you become pregnant." Yao Rui said with a look of regret, as if Shi Qingqiu was really pregnant.
"How can it be so exaggerated?" Shi Qingqiu curled her lips and looked at her stomach, "It's you, you got married much earlier than me, okay? I'm going to finish two more movies, I don't know if I can hug my wife son or daughter."
Yao Rui rolled her eyes, "My in-laws are not in a hurry, nor is my husband, why should I be in a hurry?"
"Then I'm not in a hurry. You've been married for almost three years and I'm only half a year old." Shi Qingqiu said slyly.
The two walked and chatted, walked into the hotel from the parking lot, and the topic turned to their respective marriages, and Yao Rui remembered the few times when Qingqiu was still on the set.
Turning into the corridor and looking for a box, Yao Rui touched Shi Qingqiu's arm, and after she bent her ear over, she asked in an ambiguous tone: "Hey Qingqiu, should I change the answer to the question I asked you last time?" ?¡±
"Which question?" Shi Qingqiu looked around, his thoughts were not on the same channel as Yao Rui's.
Yao Rui coughed, seeing no one passing by in the corridor, reminded in a low voice: "That's the one, have you finished it? The frigid one."
Shi Qingqiu just raised his eyes and saw the sign at the end of the corridor, just about to say that he found it, but the words were blocked in his throat because of Yao Rui's question.
The light in the corridor is warm yellow, covering up the blush that flew up her cheeks, and said with a low smile: "Can you stop acting like I'm more anxious than me? I'm not even worried."
"No" Yao Rui stopped Shi Qingqiu, slowed down her pace, and exhorted in a mysterious and concerned way: "We two are so familiar, right, what is there for you to keep this matter from me? It's all to this extent If it doesn¡¯t work, my sister has to teach you how to create some atmosphere.¡±
In her opinion, Wen Qinghan doesn't seem like someone who will take the initiative. Shi Qingqiu said that Wen Qinghan's temper is still cold, so how can these two people fight like firewood? Is it difficult to wipe a gun and misfire?
Shi Qingqiu sighedFor months, from summer to winter, she waited downstairs in the dormitory every day, cared for all kinds of breakfast snacks, and used all kinds of invitation methods. "
Shi Qingqiu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly frowned and smiled again: "Really? So she is so attractive. I will question her carefully when I get home."
A picture suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. The handsome senior was waiting for Wen Qinghan downstairs in the dormitory day and night. Every time he saw Wen Qinghan walking towards him downstairs, he began to feel happy. However, Wen Qinghan just brushed past him expressionlessly, at most she would say "Thank you, I don't need it".
Li Wei continued with a teasing smile: "Hey, don't, we're just gossiping about you while she's not here. You're the same, every time you go back to school, there's a group of people watching at the bottom of the building"
A Wen Qinghan voice message came from the mobile phone placed on the table. Shi Qingqiu wanted to get out of this atmosphere, so she excused herself to go to the bathroom and left the box.
She was pacing in the corridor, putting the phone close to her ear, and heard Wen Qinghan's voice as calm as a spring: "There are also many people here, I came out of the bathroom to send you a message."
Shi Qingqiu smiled and took down the phone, thought for a while, and sent Wen Qinghan a sentence: "I heard some gossip about you, go home tonight and tell the truth, if you don't explain carefully, you are not allowed to go to bed."
As soon as I sent it, I saw Wen Qinghan's name showing that it was typing, then stopped after a while, and sent a voice: "Where do I have gossip?"
Shi Qingqiu chuckled, and continued to reply: "Where is it missing? People have listed you as one of the goddesses they want to pursue the most, goddess."
Suddenly there was no movement over there, and there was no input status display under the name.
Shi Qingqiu was in a happy mood, as if he could think of Wen Qinghan frowning while holding the phone, his brows were condensed.
Shi Qingqiu suddenly wanted to see her, wanted to hug her, wanted to pinch her face, and kiss her frowning brows again.
This idea immediately sprouted in Shi Qingqiu's heart, she quickly sent Wen Qinghan a message to go home, then put away her phone and turned to go back.
Her steps didn't go smoothly, because Qi Yue was standing quietly watching her not far away, it didn't look like she just came out, but she seemed to be standing there all the time.
She nodded her head slightly as a greeting, and was about to leave when Qi Yue suddenly came slowly, stopped in front of her, and asked softly: "Qingqiu, how have you been during this time?"
Shi Qingqiu took a step back reflexively, widening the distance between the two of them even further, with a distant and indifferent expression on his face: "I'm fine." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com