Shelf life love

"What's your definition of liking?" Ye Zhuohan gracefully put down the spoon, wiped his hands with a paper towel, his eyes and his movements all showed calmness.

It set off Qi Lin like an eager monkey.

"Definition of liking?" Qi Lin frowned and repeated. Just as he finished speaking, a series of "goo" came from below.

Qi Lin: "..."

My unflattering stomach, you're embarrassing me!

Ye Zhuohan snorted, with a hint of mockery.

Qi Lin was about to choke him, when he heard him say: "Didn't you say you like this porridge? Why don't you eat it soon?"

Qi Lin was able to bend and stretch, just bowed his head and took a mouthful.

Ye Zhuohan's face grew on his heart, and his porridge grew on his stomach. If it wasn't for his mouth twitching from time to time, it would be perfect.

The bowl is a sea bowl, which does not conform to the bowl design of the president's house.

In the places Qi Lin has seen, the bowls used by the president are all small and delicate.

But the sea bowl is good, so he won't have to keep scooping it into the pot.

He thought in his heart, people are like iron and rice is like steel, after this meal is over, we will have sex with Ye Zhuohan again.

Ye Zhuohan: "How does my husband smell?"

Qi Lin almost spat out the last mouthful of porridge from the bottom of the bowl.

Ye Zhuohan clicked his tongue twice, pulled out the paper, "Don't eat in such a hurry, there are more."

"No!" Qi Lin grabbed the paper with one paw, "Am I in a hurry?"

Ye Zhuohan said nonsense seriously: "I'm in a hurry. I was so anxious that I almost vomited."

Qi Lin was really in a hurry, "It's obvious that you provoked me on purpose!"

"Oh?" Ye Zhuohan smiled, "Why did I mess with you?"

"You asked me how you taste!"

Listen, is this what people say?

Ye Zhuohan took it easy, "You answer truthfully."

Although Qi Lin was sick, he also knew that this must be a pit, and said firmly when he scooped up the second bowl: "I advise you not to change the subject, I am asking you a question very seriously now."

Ye Zhuohan blinked.

Qi Lin: "..."

Winking is useless!

It's no use unleashing your damn charm either!

"I like this question..." Ye Zhuohan tapped his right index finger on the table, "Should I not like you?"

Qi Lin slowly swallowed a mouthful of porridge.

What kind of soul question is this?

"Let me put it another way." Ye Zhuohan said again: "Don't you like me?"

Qi Lin: "This..."

"You may not have a deep enough understanding of AI matching." Ye Zhuohan got up and paced around the dining table, "Its intelligent system is very complete, not only referring to the objective conditions of two people, but also forward-looking."

"Forward-looking?" Qi Lin really didn't know this.

"You can understand it as a prophecy." Half of Ye Zhuohan's face was under the light, and the shadow was just right, "I like you, it is purely a necessity."

Qi Lin lowered his head, "...Oh."

He didn't want to bow his head.

But his ears were burning.

"Don't you have any affection for me?" Ye Zhuohan asked again.

How not?

I've been in love with your face for a long time!

Qi Lin hesitated for a long time, and chose to be honest, but said in a very low voice, "Of course."

Ye Zhuohan: "Oh, man."

Qi Lin's goosebumps sprang up, he raised his head in shock, and stared at Ye Zhuohan.

What's wrong with Brother Immortal this time?

We had a good chat today, how about it?

"So that's it. It was a normal thing for me to make porridge for you, so you don't need to be surprised." Ye Zhuohan approached, picked up the bowl, stirred the spoon, and handed it to Qi Lin.

The water has been fed, so what if it is fed porridge?

Qi Lincai is not someone who wants to refuse and greet, he drinks as soon as he puts his mouth out.

Ye Zhuohan continued: "It's what my husband should do."

"cough--"

The unswallowed porridge finally spewed out, and Ye Zhuohan's hand was smashed.

Ye Zhuohan: "..."

Qi Lin: "You deserve it!"

With people who have a lot of dramas, even a dinner is a feast for the eyes.

Qi Lin was sweating again, feeling a lot more relaxed.

"Go to bed early if you don't have anything to deal with." Ye Zhuohan stood by the sofa in the living room.

Qi Lin was working cross-legged with his laptop in his arms, but he didn't lift his head when he heard this, "Got it."

Ye Zhuohan stood for a while, then turned and went to the kitchen.

The kitchen was ding-ding-dong-dong, Qi Lin felt a little disturbed, but he didn't want to go back to his bedroom.

Soon, Ye Zhuohan came out with a glass of freshly squeezed juice, the color was rich, very similar to poison.

Qi Lin: "Excuse me, are you going to murder your husband?"

Ye Zhuohan copied his hand, "What's the benefit of murdering you?"

Qi Lin couldn't help but began to meditate.

Ye Zhuo smiled coldly, "You don't have as much money as I do."

Qi Lin: "..."

Murder and kill!

Ye Zhuohan kicked his calf, "Drink quickly, sleep after drinking."

Although the juice looked scary, it tasted so good that Qi Lin even wanted it after drinking it.

Then I was taken aback by my own thoughts.

Don't tell a man that you still want it.

The crime was confiscated, no, the notebook used for drawing, Qi Lin could only go back to the bedroom to rest.

Ye Zhuohan supervised him to take the medicine and turned off the light in his bedroom.

Qi Lin opened his eyes in the darkness.

It was not yet 10 o'clock, and he slept all afternoon. Even though he was a little dizzy under the effect of the medicine, he really couldn't fall asleep.

Ye Zhuohan could close his door, but he couldn't close his heart. He turned on the bedside lamp and played with his mobile phone comfortably.

Everyone in the work group was chattering, Huang Yu passionately talked about Ye Zhuohan, a man like the wind, and the visual director who was swept away by the wind.

Visual Director Ben Supervisor: "..."

Close it, I'm still in the group!

Although this group is a work group, everyone often complains to each other in it. After complaining about the boss, it is customary to post a hundred emoticons, pretending that the boss didn't see it.

In fact, Qi Lin saw everything.

Playing dead is necessary at this time.

After Qi Lin checked the chat history, he posted on Weibo again.

Last time, he didn't delete the comment on "Nothing Blossoms 123". There have been many replies below, half of them are passers-by who come to eat melons, and the other half are loyal fans who firmly defend him.

However, because the account "Leaving Xiaoqi" didn't have many fans, it didn't make any splashes.

This matter was handled by Gu Rong, Qi Lin thought about it, and felt that the two groups of people arguing in his Weibo was really annoying, so he planned to take screenshots of all the comments, and then delete the entire Weibo.

But when he took the screenshot, he saw a familiar ID, "giraffe cold".

Like other "Runaway" fans, "Giraffe Leng Leng" also refuted "Nothing Happened 123" in the comments, which seemed inconspicuous.

Qi Lin noticed her because although she was not the first batch of fans who "run away", she never left after she appeared.

Every time Qi Lin posted a sketch on Weibo, she would come to encourage her, like a diehard fan.But unlike other diehard fans, she never sends private messages or posts the blind boxes she bought.

Out of curiosity, Qi Lin clicked into her Weibo several times, but it was empty, and her personal information was incomplete, only her ID and gender were filled in.

It seems that he is as his name suggests, a cold fan.

After screenshotting the picture, Qi Lin refreshed it and saw the new message.

"Nothing Blossoms 123" is here again, and this time it actually posted a comparison between the Fanxing series and "Shuitian" last year's entries in the comments. Isn’t it called stealing? Zhou Ying, the designer of ‘Shuitian’, is a friend of this blogger, they met during the competition, I can reasonably infer that the blogger stole the idea of ​​‘Shuitian’ at that time!”

Qi Lin's heart tightened.

How did "Nothing Makes Flowers 123" know about his meeting with Zhou Ying?

Discussed quickly in the comments.

"I heard that you can't meet each other during the competition?"

"Is this a violation?"

"I have followed the competition, and the works on both sides are related to the starry sky. It is indeed quite a coincidence."

"'Shuitian' has been disbanded. I don't know why, but I feel more sympathetic to the losers."

"Sympathy +1."

"Can Qi Qi come out and explain?"

Qi Lin typed for a long time, and then deleted everything.

His job is to draw pictures, so he doesn't know how to deal with this kind of thing at all, and he doesn't even know whether he should respond now, so he just picked a comment and replied: "The studio will explain."

After quitting Weibo, Qi Lin sent a few voice messages to Gu Rong, and finally lay on the bed looking at the ceiling.

At this moment, he really wanted a pair of eyes that hadn't seen Weibo.

Ye Zhuohan told him to go to bed early, why didn't he listen?

Now it's all right, my mind is full of trouble-seeking "nothing happens 123", and I can't fall asleep at all.

Half an hour later, there was a knock on the door.

Before Qi Lin could say "Please come in", Ye Zhuohan had already entered.

Qi Lin quickly sat up, "I don't seem to have said 'please come in' yet?"

"I just want to knock." Ye Zhuohan said: "You don't need to say 'please come in'."

Qi Lin: "..."

You are so overbearing.

"Then what are you doing?" Qi Lin asked while hugging the quilt.

Ye Zhuohan: "See if you sleep well."

Qi Lin: "Please remove the word 'obediently'."

Ye Zhuohan sat on the edge of the bed unceremoniously, and suddenly approached.

Qi Lin was startled.

After all, it was shocking that Brother Shenxian's face suddenly magnified in front of his eyes.

Ye Zhuohan watched for a few seconds, "You didn't sleep well."

There was a pillow behind Qi Lin, and he couldn't even hide, so he had to stretch out his hand to push Ye Zhuohan, "I told you to remove 'obediently'!"

In the stalemate, Qi Lin thought about it, "How do you know I'm not asleep?"

Have you opened your eyes?

Ye Zhuohan: "Hmph."

Qi Lin: "..."

It sounds so good.

Hum another one for my husband?

Qi Lin found that after marrying Ye Zhuohan, he had a tendency to change his skin.

Fortunately, he has realized this problem.

Otherwise, if it continues like this, sooner or later he and Ye Zhuohan will become a pair of husband and wife.

"Why don't you sleep?" Ye Zhuohan asked.

Qi Lin subconsciously dialed the phone under the pillow.

It's not enough to tell Ye Zhuohan what happened on Weibo.

"I slept too much in the afternoon." Qi Lin said half-truthfully, "I can't sleep now."

Ye Zhuohan was quiet for a while, then suddenly lifted the quilt.

Qi Lin looked at Ye Zhuohan who was slipping into his bed, his pupils fluttered.

"Are you a fish?"

Ye Zhuohan: "I am a dragon."

Qi Lin resisted the urge to roll his eyes, "How old is your sneer?"

Ye Zhuohan patted the quilt, "Maybe level ten."

"Then you are amazing."

"Thank you, I am No.1 in everything I learn."

Qi Lin was so happy that he laughed out loud, and the boredom that had been stuffed in his chest since he read Weibo disappeared.

He doesn't have a pair of eyes that haven't read Weibo.

But he has an old... no, there is Ye Zhuohan.

Ye Zhuohan reached out to turn off the light.

Qi Lin came back to his senses, surprised: "Aren't you leaving?"

you sleep here?

I'm not ready yet!

"Yes." Ye Zhuohan replied honestly, noble and inviolable, "Supervise you. Disobedient people are not worthy of having the right to control the bed."