Become a rival virtual lover

Song Jingming thought for a long time, but still felt lingering fear, and couldn't help asking Qin Yan: "Old Qin, do you think there is something wrong with that Zhang Fu?"

The car has already started, Qin Yan closed the window, and looked at him after hearing the words: "What's the problem?"

Song Jingming opened his mouth, but didn't know where to start.

Said he suspected that Zhang Fu had taken a fancy to him?

No matter how you hear this, it sounds a little narcissistic.

We are all men, not to mention meeting so many times before, the other party is very normal, it doesn't make sense to suddenly favor him today.

Could it be that he is different today?

Song Jingming then lowered his head to look at himself again, and then asked: "Look at me, am I a little more handsome than usual today?"

Qin Yan: "..."

He didn't bother to pay attention to Song Jingming's inexplicable convulsions, he just looked away and continued to look through the documents.

Song Jingming curled his lips: "You are really boring."

Qin Yan was noncommittal.

Seeing this, Song Jingming had no choice but to discuss business with him.

Back at the company, Qin Yan had another meeting in the office.

Song Jingming originally thought that he would have to work overtime today, but after checking the time, he even ordered half of the extra meals for everyone, but when it was time to get off work, he heard Qin Yan's voice.

"Okay, come here first today." Qin Yan also noticed the time, got up first and said, "Let's go."

Everyone froze for a moment before reacting.

Song Jingming caught up with Qin Yan with his mobile phone in a daze: "It's only what time, why did you leave?"

Qin Yan raised his wrist to look at his watch: "Off work time."

Song Jingming became even more confused.

It's the off-duty time, that's right, but except recently, when Qin Yan is on time, forget it before, and today he has business to stop get off work, he really doesn't understand.

"Do you have a date tonight?"

Qin Yan had already walked to the elevator, and found a random reason: "We are waiting for dinner at home."

Song Jingming: "..."

Waiting for dinner at home.

Have a crazy meal.

He hurriedly followed Qin Yan into the elevator, and was about to ask again, when Fu Ling suddenly thought of Qin Yan's current "home", which was not an ordinary home.

Qin Yan is now living in Fu Yueting's house!

Thinking of this, Song Jingming looked at Qin Yan with bright eyes immediately: "You have an appointment with Fu Yueting?"

Qin Yan said: "It is."

He leaves work on time every day just to prevent Fu Yueting from playing games on time. If he falls into a coma in public for no reason in the company, it will be too troublesome to explain later.

Hearing his blunt answer, Song Jingming thought he understood what he meant: "Then you should have said earlier, you should have asked Xinman to sort out the content of the meeting just now, and be more comprehensive, so that you will not worry about talking with him then."

Qin Yan said: "Privately, I don't talk about business with him very much."

Song Jingming: "..."

A question mark slowly appeared in his head.

Not talking about business?

He asked: "Then you go back to eat??"

Qin Yan said, "Yes."

Song Jingming: "..."

Um, your head!

If you don't talk about business, you will eat a hell of a meal! !

The elevator door opened, and the two walked towards the door again.

Song Jingming walked halfway, and thought of Qin Yan and Fu Yueting's eye-popping hug when he went to Fu's in the morning, and finally found a chance to express his shock: "I said, the relationship between you and Fu Yueting has progressed by leaps and bounds Well, it's a little outrageous."

"Ok?"

Song Jingming began to give an example: "I have never seen you accompany me in bed."

Qin Yan said: "His injury is related to me."

Song Jingming continued to give an example: "You have never slept with me."

Qin Yan said, "He's drunk."

Song Jingming didn't believe in evil: "You have already lived in his house!"

Qin Yan said, "Excuse me."

When Song Jingming mentioned this, he got angry: "Then you didn't think of me for the first time, it was him!"

Qin Yan said: "Because I was with him at that time."

Song Jingming was quite alert: "Why are you with him again?"

Qin Yan said: "He drank, I will send him home."

Song Jingming recalled that day, remembering that it was Zhao Xi's birthday party, and couldn't help gritting his teeth: "He went to the party without a driver?"

"Bring it." Qin Yan said, "But there must always be someone to take care of you on the road."

Song Jingming couldn't understand the logic of this: "He is a big man, so he still needs you to take care of him?"

Qin Yan said lightly: "It has nothing to do with whether he is a man or not."

When the two of them said this, they had already walked all the way to Qin Yan's car.

The driver got down and opened the door.

Song Jingming watched Qin Yan get into the car, raised his arms on the roof of the car, bent down to look at him, and made the last struggle: "Then why I'm drunk, haven't you seen me off once?"

Qin Yan glanced at him.

When Song Jingming met those eyes, he knew that the next answer was definitely not what he wanted to hear, and even his momentum was three points weaker: "What's wrong?"

When he was drunk, he looked like a puddle of mud that would go mad. Qin Yan looked at his expression and mistakenly thought that he was very self-aware, so he didn't speak, and only nodded slightly at the driver.

The driver then said to Song Jingming, "Boss Song?"

"Ah?" Song Jingming stepped aside subconsciously, watched the driver close the car door, quickly returned to the driver's seat, and then came back to his senses, raised his hand and knocked on the rear window, "Qin Yan, you want to leave before you make it clear ?”

Qin Yan could barely drop a gap.

Song Jingming stopped and waited for his answer.

Then I heard a sentence coming from the gap:

"Because you're different from him when you're drunk."

Song Jingming: "...what's the difference?"

But the car has gone.

Song Jingming looked at the back of the car that was drifting away, very unconvinced.

He didn't hear the euphemism in Qin Yan's words.

On the contrary, I feel that even if they are different, they should not be treated differently!

He thought it was a pot of ecstasy soup that Fu Yueting poured on Qin Yan.

wrong.

It's a cylinder!

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Back at Fu Yueting's residence, Qin Yan had dinner and went upstairs to wash up as usual.

However, during this period of time, Fu Yueting seemed to have forgotten the game, and he didn't intend to open it for a few days. He only stayed in the bedroom every night just in case.

At 09:30, seeing that there was no sign of entering the game, Qin Yan simply got up and prepared to go downstairs.

Just as he walked out of the room, he saw that the door of Fu Yueting's room next door was also open.

A servant happened to pass by, Qin Yan asked, "Where did Mr. Fu go?"

The servant said without thinking, "It should be in the kitchen."

"kitchen?"

"Yes." The servant nodded, "Sir, I go there at night these days, and I stay until after ten every day."

Qin Yan recalled that Fu Yueting once said that cooking is his hobby, and these days there are occasional extra meals made by him for dinner, but he didn't expect that Fu Yueting liked cooking so much that he stayed in the kitchen so late.

The servant asked, "Mr. Qin, do you have anything else to do?"

Qin Yan came back to his senses: "I want to ask you to take me to Mr. Fu, is it convenient?"

The servant thought for a while, remembered the butler's explanation, and immediately agreed: "It's convenient."

The two went downstairs one after the other, and after a short while they reached the kitchen door, the servant said, "Mr. Fu is inside."

No need for her reminder.

Qin Yan had already seen the back of Fu Yueting standing at the table cutting vegetables.

After thanking the servant, he lifted his foot and stepped over the threshold.

The chef in overalls stood aside, and was the first to spot Qin Yan who had entered the door. He was taken aback before saying, "Who are you and how did you get in?"

Fu Yueting turned around.

Seeing Qin Yan, he was startled, and with a wrong blade, he cut off the half-processed cucumber on the chopping board, almost scratching his finger again.

The chef saw it out of the corner of his eye, and hurriedly shouted: "Sir, be careful!"

Qin Yan frowned immediately, and quickly walked forward a few steps: "What's wrong?"

Fu Yueting didn't even look at it, and replied first: "I'm fine."

The chef who was about to go up to ask his health stopped.

He understood the boss's temper, he said it was nothing but went over, and would only flatter him on the horse's hoof.

Looking at Qin Yan who continued to move forward without understanding the situation at all, he grinned inwardly and prepared to watch a play.

But in the next second, he saw Qin Yan walking straight in front of Fu Yueting, and was not stopped by the boss. Instead, the knife in the boss's hand was directly taken away and thrown on the cutting board.

The chef is stupid.

He had never seen anyone treat Fu Yueting like this.

Qin Yan raised his hand to clasp Fu Yueting's wrist, and held it in front of him.

There was no blood on Fu Yueting's hand, only the one-centimeter-long incision on the index finger had scabbed off, leaving a new piece of flesh that hadn't completely healed.

Seeing that he didn't cut his hand, Qin Yan relaxed his strength and said, "You were injured before, you should take a good rest."

Fu Yueting said: "It's just a small injury, you don't have to worry."

Qin Yan turned to look at the chopping board: "What are you doing?"

The chef's eyes lit up.

He saw that Fu Yueting seemed to be in a good mood and had an unusual attitude towards Qin Yan, so he guessed that this was probably the resident guest who came recently. Hearing Qin Yan's question, he hurriedly stepped forward, thinking of standing tall in front of Fu Yueting With a sense of presence, he rushed to answer and said: "Mr. is loading the plate!"

Fu Yueting, who was about to speak, pursed his lips.

Qin Yan saw the half-processed cucumber on the chopping board, and then looked at the completed carvings next to it: "How long has it been carved?"

"Soon!" the chef tried to flatter, "Mr. is the fastest person I have ever seen to learn how to carve!"

Fu Yueting: "..."

He closed his eyes.

Qin Yan asked: "Mind if I pick it up and have a look?"

"You can take it!" The chef said with a smile, "Mister made it himself, and it won't come apart!"

Fu Yueting was interrupted by him for the third time. He couldn't bear it anymore. When Qin Yan walked aside, he said coldly: "Go out."

The smile on the chef's face froze in a blink.

He can't figure it out!

The boss's temper is really unpredictable...

But he didn't dare to refute, so he had no choice but to walk towards the door step by step.

Qin Yan turned around and saw his back: "Why are you leaving?"

Fu Yueting didn't change his face: "He has something urgent."

Qin Yan didn't care either, and raised his hand to take a flower carved from a red-hearted radish: "You made all of this?"

Fu Yueting said: "Yes."

Qin Yan said: "I didn't expect you to know these things."

Fu Yueting stroked the wound on his index finger.

Qin Yan will move away from here in five days, and he will leave temporarily in only six days. Taking advantage of these few days, he wants to learn at least one decent dish before Qin Yan moves away, otherwise he will I don't know when I will have such an opportunity again.

He looked at Qin Yan and said, "These are very simple."

Qin Yan glanced at the ingredients on the side, and asked again: "The others are not here, can I help you?"

"Okay." Fu Yueting cherished this time alone, and heard that he handed over the simplest things to Qin Yan, "Cut it into cubes for me."

Qin Yan has never cooked before, but of course he knows what dicing means.

After washing his hands, he took the knife from Fu Yueting, put the vegetables on the cutting board, bent down to cut the vegetables, and the necklace around his neck slipped out of his clothes again.

Fu Yueting looked at the ring hanging on the thin chain, clasped his fingers slightly, and finally asked: "Before, I saw that there was a box under the ring that Uncle Han gave you. Does it have a pair?"

Qin Yan glanced down and replied, "No, the other box contains brooches."

Fu Yueting's eyes moved slightly, and he turned around to hide the smile on his lips: "Brooch?"

"Yeah." Qin Yan didn't need to hide anything, "A younger sister gave it to me."

Hearing this sentence, Fu Yueting's tentative heart froze instantly.

younger sister?

what sister?