☆ 11. Chapter 11
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Chapter 11
Someone openly expressed his affection for Qin Yuanlan, and even openly expressed his great interest in what could happen between them. Lin Zhexue had seen this kind of situation many times during the three years he had been with Qin Yuanlan. The
first time he saw Qin Yuanlan decisively reject him without leaving any room for him to make trouble, Qin Yuanlan also had such a cold attitude: "I'm not familiar with him, and your last name is not Lin."
Lin Zhexue had also asked Qin Yuanlan half-jokingly and half-tentatively, with so many men and women coming and going, all of whom looked glamorous, was it really that you were not tempted?
Qin Yuanlan looked at him with a smile, and said the same thing: "They are not last name Lin."
After a year of disintegration, seeing someone confess to Qin Yuanlan again, and suddenly hearing this sentence again, Lin Zhexue admitted that he couldn't help feeling a little subtle in his heart.
If he hadn't been timid and didn't respond directly, but had confirmed the hidden thoughts behind the answer, would everything today be different?
But he was really young at the time.
The first time I was moved, the first time I accepted that the person I liked was not only of the same sex, but also a "colleague" with whom I had conflicts of interest. "Standards" became invisible shackles that bound my emotions and heartbeats at all times. After thinking about it, I finally stopped.
And now... it's meaningless to think about it again.
Li Zhengyang lowered his eyes slightly, bit his lower lip lightly, and instantly looked a little weak and pitiful: "Brother Lan, I..."
Qin Yuanlan said coldly: "Just call me by my name. Don't call me brother."
Li Zhengyang's face froze, but soon recovered: "So brother is allergic to romance? It's a bit cute. Then I'll call you Brother Lan like everyone else."
Chen Zhuoyu whispered disdainfully: "Are you so excited now? Tea is served before the official recording?"
Hearing the sound of talking, Qin Yuanlan turned his head carelessly.
The vigilance and distance in his eyes instantly thawed, and fell on Lin Zhexue's face, turning into an obvious joy: "You're here."
Lin Zhexue did not answer.
Qin Yuanlan didn't seem to feel embarrassed at all, and said to himself: "The staff said you arrived around two o'clock. I wanted to put my luggage away early and pick you up at the door, but I was delayed."
He said it as if they had made an appointment.
Lin Zhexue looked up at Qin Yuanlan, with no expression or fluctuation on his face, and his tone was calm: "You are blocking the road. Please make way."
"I have a cold." Qin Yuanlan stepped aside half a step, still as if he could not feel Lin Zhexue's deliberate indifference, "Listen, my nasal tone is so heavy."
Indeed, his tone at this moment completely lost the cold and impatient momentum he had towards Li Zhengyang before, and his nasal tone was so heavy that the tail tone was hollow, making him look quite pitiful.
Chen Zhuoyu took a breath of cold air behind Lin Zhexue in an exaggerated and artificial way: "What the hell, why is he teary too?"
Farce. In the next few months and several recordings, Lin Zhexue only had a premonition that his head might hurt a lot.
