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Lin Qingqian was in the car, Song Qingyue was outside, and the two looked at each other.

It wasn't until the car stuck behind impatiently sounded its horn that Lin Qingqian said as if waking up from a dream: "Get in the car first."

Song Qingyue glanced behind him, Luo Yong didn't know where he had gone for a long time.

She lowered her head and got into the car.

There was a comfortable cool breeze blowing in the car, but Lin Qingqian only felt hot.

Embarrassed.

She knew very well that the finals hadn't arrived, and the child was probably angry. She originally planned to let Luo Yong carry the firepower for her, but Song Qingyue was pushed in front of her before she finished speaking.

Forget it, Heavenly Dao reincarnation is not happy.

Think of it as retribution for throwing Qingyue to him like a shopkeeper who threw his hands away and almost made him cry.

It's just that in the frozen atmosphere in the car, someone has to break the deadlock first.

Lin Qingqian tremblingly stretched out her friendly little hand.

"Hey, I saw your stage, it's very good."

"……Oh."

Talk to death.

Song Qingyue let out a breath without a sound, and decided to give a step: "Where is it?"

Lin Qingqian frantically collected the rainbow farts in her mind. It's a pity that she didn't chase stars very much in her previous life, and she has been busy with various things after time-traveling. I think of the rainbow farts in the square when I occasionally browse Weibo.

"Salt but sweet Song Qingyue, ballet elf Song Qingyue, super aura Song Qingyue; the Sangong stage helps faults, suffocating beauty, little angel Song Qingyue, you deserve it."

Lin Qingqian tried her best to read the accusation and commentary text with emotion and emotion, but it was the first time that the original owner's strong line skills were used by her in this kind of place.

Song Qingyue originally just lowered his head and didn't look at Lin Qingqian, but now he simply turned his head to look at the rain scene outside the window, and said coldly, "Do you want to @ my Weibo in the end?"

Lin Qingqian became anxious, and took out the tablet from the storage box with the steering wheel in one hand and handed it to Song Qingyue: "You watch local videos and browsing records, I really watch them all."

Song Qingyue frowned and looked at her: "Drive well! Pay attention to traffic safety is everyone's responsibility!"

Lin Qing withdrew her hand embarrassingly.

educated by children.

Soon they arrived at the one-bedroom, one-living room that Lin Qingqian rented to Song Qingyue before. The two got out of the car, waited for the elevator, and looked at each other again.

Both of them had two huge suitcases in their hands.

Song Qingyue frowned even more, "Why are you here?" Lin Qingqian said naturally, "It's almost 1 o'clock now, and I have to report to the head office at 7 o'clock this morning. It's close to the head office, let's make do with one night."

Song Qingyue's pupils contracted unconsciously, his body stiffened unconsciously, and the whole sentence he spit out revealed resistance: "One room, one living room, I don't have two quilts for you to sleep on the sofa."

The elevator opened, and the two entered one after another. Lin Qingqian pressed the number of floors and replied calmly: "We are two people who weigh less than 1.8, and the [-]-meter bed is enough for two people to sleep."

Song Qingyue closed his eyes in pain, and struggled to say, "How about I take a blanket and hit the floor?"

Lin Qingqian looked at her in confusion: "What's the matter? Haven't you slept enough on the hard bed in the dormitory for three months?"

Song Qingyue didn't dare to speak anymore, for fear that if he said a few more words, Lin Qingqian would discover the ghost in his heart.

But the grievance in my heart was interrupted by Lin Qingqian, and it almost disappeared.

When the two arrived home and put down their luggage, Lin Qingqian suddenly exclaimed as if discovering a new world. "Have you grown taller?"

The grievances and anger that had disappeared suddenly came back to my heart.

"I also said that you watched the show." Song Qing pushed the luggage as if losing his temper. "There are all in the show. During the weighing and height link, I grew 4 centimeters, and now I am 162!"

Lin Qingqian was stunned, trying to quibble: "Is it in the member's extended version? I may not have seen it."

Song Qingyue said coldly: "It's the normal version."

Lin Qingqian disarmed and surrendered, took out the tablet and opened the backstage and handed it to Song Qingyue. "I really did watch the stage, but I couldn't see the whole thing, I only saw your cut."

"Nononuo, take a look, here is the practice room, here is the stage, here is pen-hold shooting, here is edited by netizens, here is CP..." She suddenly stopped talking.

Song Qingyue saw the bottom few clips at a glance.

[CP cuts to the stage, love and hatred between little angels and Satan, have a car, be careful]

……

Song Qingyue had an old mouthful stuck in his throat, not knowing what to say.

After a long time, he uttered a sentence coolly: "I don't like this type."

Lin Qingqian's gossiping heart suddenly came up, and she moved her head curiously, and raised her gossip ears: "Then which type do you like, tell me?"

Song Qingyue pushed her: "I don't know, don't you have to report on your work tomorrow, go take a bath and rest."

"Ooooh ok."

Song Qingyue watched Lin Qingqian take a change of clothes and run to the bathroom, heaving a sigh of relief.

But soon she panicked again.

Guyin, those who rent this kind of hardcover one-bedroom house are either couples or singles.

So the decoration is installed in the bathroom with hazy frosted glass.

Under the light of the bathroom, the silhouette of the woman's beautiful figure can be seen at a glance.

Song Qingyue turned his head in a hurry, wanting to find something to do, so he subconsciously turned up the tablet in his hand.

Uh, my own clip...

Skip skip.

After accidentally clicking on the memo, Song Qingyue saw Lin Qingqian's busy itinerary for the past three months.

Going back and forth between various countries, meeting and meeting, traveling to dozens of cities, and meeting and meeting again.

Scrolling to the bottom, I saw a detailed plan about Xiang Huang and Xiang Ye.

Suddenly the nose is sour.

Forget it, Song Qingyue decided to show mercy and ignore Lin Qingqian's previous absence.

Just when she was about to turn off the tablet, Luo Yong's message suddenly popped up on the WeChat notification above.

[Have you coaxed the child well? 】

Song Qingyue smiled.

I am easy to coax.

Messages keep popping up.

[The truth should be told to her earlier, don't hide it, the more you hide it, the faster it will blow up. 】

Song Qingyue was stunned.

What truth?

She knew it was wrong, but she sent a message by accident and scrolled up.

I soon saw another word document, the file name is "The reason why Qingyue can't debut and the next year's development plan"

Song Qingyue suddenly had a premonition of something, and wanted to put down the tablet, but after a long silence, he clicked on it.

The first half of the small composition of nearly [-] words analyzes the upper and lower limits of the group debut of "Unnatural Girl Group", and briefly explains that Song Qingyue is not suitable for the group from the aspects of market status, personal strength evaluation, personal development direction, and market demand. The reason for the development of the girl group, the second half is a full year of undetermined resources to follow up, there are several popular national variety shows, there are several movies and TV shows that the cast is a big production, and there are even several OSTs and a list of professional songwriters for songs to buy.There is also an appendix at the bottom, which roughly lists the capital exchange required for these resources.

That is not a small number, enough to make a few small flowers popular.

Song Qingyue's mood also ranged from anger to sourness, and finally to bouts of bewilderment.

Flipping through the chat records, I probably understood that Luo Yong and Lin Qingqian had a quarrel.

Then Lin Qingqian came up with the plan.

Song Qing Yueku sat on the bed.

Angry?

A little bit, I worked so hard, thinking that I didn't make a debut because I was not strong enough, but there was another reason behind it.

but……

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the latter plan was better for him, even Luo Yong was convinced.

Song Qingyue scratched his head irritably.

Just why don't you discuss it with me?

"What are you dazed for?"

Song Qingyue subconsciously looked up and suddenly held his breath.

Her eyesight is very good.

Lin Qingqian was wearing a silky moon-white nightgown that drapes well.Just after taking a shower, her complexion is a little rosy, but it can't hide the delicate and translucent skin.

The opening of the neckline is not too high, revealing the delicate white collarbone and a sexy little mole below the collarbone. There is also a strand of black wet hair hanging down on the collarbone. Drops of water fall from the tip of the hair and soak into the nightgown, leaving A slowly expanding wet stain.

And further down the mole, there are faintly visible, rounded peaks and canyons.

The waist was tied loosely by a belt, and from the outline of the nightgown, one could imagine how thin and lean the waist was hidden underneath.

The slender legs have shallow muscle lines, which look full of wildness and strength.

She was tying a quick-drying cap on her head, her slender fingers were dexterously turning, her joints were well defined but not too protruding, her nails were trimmed beautifully and round.

Song Qingyue turned his head and didn't dare to look any further, feeling his throat was a little dry, so he drank a big gulp of the ice water he had just received in a muffled voice.

"Go take a shower and go to bed early." Lin Qingqian told her.

Song Qingyue agreed in a muffled voice, then ran into the bathroom with his head down.

Then she suddenly froze all over.

Lin Qingqian could also see her own shadow.

In this kind of stiffness, she quickly took a shower indiscriminately, wrapped herself tightly, quietly opened the bathroom door, and looked out.

Lin Qingqian didn't notice her, but was answering messages to the computer.

For a moment, Song Qingyue had mixed feelings, not knowing whether to be grateful or disappointed.

Plugging in the hair dryer, Song Qingyue tried his best to shift his gaze away from Lin Qingqian, and gestured to his head with a comb.

She originally had a lot of hair volume, and she lost a lot of hair during the preparation for the college entrance examination. These days, she has to change her hairstyle every week or so on the show, and occasionally change her hair color.I practiced dancing late and got up very early, and my hair fell out in bunches.

In addition to some gossip and complaints in the dormitory night chats of trainees, a hot topic of chat is to discuss hair extensions and hair growth cream.

Song Qingyue heard that there are also skills in blowing hair, which can make his hair fluffy and look more.

Lin Qingqian didn't know when she finished dealing with the matter at hand, and walked over, seeing Song Qingyue's posture, she knew what she was going to do, and said with a smile, "I'm worried about losing my hair." She picked up the hair dryer, " I'll do it, I'm good at it."

Just kidding, she was also a huge "bald" family in her previous life.She also knows a little bit of similar tricks.Skillfully flicking out the plastic clip and comb of the setting spray, she turned on the hair dryer.

Song Qingyue became stiff for countless times in one night, and she felt that if she continued like this, she would be destroyed sooner or later.

What I saw just now, Lin Qingqian's slender hands are running through the roots of her hair now, the warm wind and warm hands are playing with her wet hair, sometimes brushing her temples, Song Qingyue resisted himself not to tremble.

It's coming, it's that tingling feeling from the back of the head all the way to the tailbone like an electric shock.

It seemed to be nervous, Song Qingyue felt that his head was extremely sensitive, and he could even feel the thin calluses on Lin Qingqian's fingertips from typing for a long time.

She felt that time passed very slowly, but it seemed to pass quickly again, and soon Lin Qingqian turned off the hair dryer.

There was a sense of loss.

Lin Qingqian noticed Song Qingyue's restlessness and stiffness the whole time, and thought she was not used to it, and smiled, "Go to sleep."

Ahhhh are you going to sleep?

"By the way, what degree do you like to turn on the air conditioner?"

Song Qingyue replied subconsciously: "20."

Lin Qingqian was speechless.

Young people are full of firepower.

She usually drives 26 or even 27.

However, she was full of guilt and flattery all night, so she didn't speak at this time, and turned the air conditioner to 20 degrees.

"Sleep with the lights on or with the lights off?" Some people have the eccentricity of turning off the lights and not being able to sleep, and they have to turn on the night light when they sleep, while Lin Qingqian is a person who can't sleep with a glimmer of light, and regards the former as the enemy of life and death.

"Turn off the lights."

The two lay side by side on the bed, so far away that another person could be placed in the middle.

Probably because of the darkness, Song Qingyue felt that Lin Qingqian's voice was a little hazy.

"Qingyue, I want to tell you something."

"Ok?"

"You could have debuted originally."

"I know."

"It's because of me...huh? How do you know?"

Song Qingyue turned over and turned his back to Lin Qingqian: "I saw the message sent by Brother Yong just now, and I couldn't hold back, so I flipped through it."

"...I'm sorry." Lin Qingqian's belly draft was useless at the moment, so she could only utter a dry apology.

"fine."

The intense emotional turmoil that night made Song Qingyue unable to bring up any anger at this time.

Besides, Song Qingyue is not an ignorant person, she understands that Lin Qingqian is doing it for her own good.Although the little lump in my heart is still there, I don't want to say anything at this time.

"Go to sleep, it's almost 3 o'clock, don't you have to get up early tomorrow to report on your work?"

"Ah, okay."

Song Qingyue thought about Lin Qingqian's itinerary that she had seen before. She probably only closed her eyes on the plane for the past three days.

Soon there was a light breathing sound behind him.

She originally thought that she would not be able to sleep that night, but amidst the sound of breathing, she gradually became sleepy and fell asleep with her head tilted.

In a daze, I felt something soft but somewhat cold rolled into my arms.

The young people are full of firepower, and the air conditioner is still too hot at 20°C, so she stretches out her arms to hug the coolness.

Comfortable.