[BL, MTL] After The Real Young Master Was Reborn, He Decided To Be A Salted Fish

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Feng Wang: [How about the first day of the variety show?]
Seeing the message sent by Feng Wang, Qin Nian was interested. Of course, Qin Nian was more willing to chat with Feng Wang than Gu Huai's group.

Just as Qin Nian was about to tell Feng Wang what happened today, he stopped.

Am I a little too positive?

Feng Wang will like his chatter as if he is chatting. He is so busy and deals with so many things a day. Every second is an infinite wealth income for him. So who is Feng Wang?

Will Feng Wang feel boring when he sees his ridiculous words?

Thinking of this, Qin Nian deleted all the words he typed.

Instead, he typed a few words euphemistically [What's the matter, Mr. Feng?]

And on the other side of the screen, watching the other party typing... For a while, he could almost imagine how the young man on the opposite side explained what he had done today.

However, after waiting for most of the day, the words "What's the matter, Mr. Feng?" came.

Through the screen, it is even a little cold.

Fortunately, Feng Wang never hides his emotions in front of Qin Nian.

Feng Wan: [I miss you.]

Just three short words.

Qin Nian suddenly felt that his face seemed to be burning.

No, calm down. Maybe Mr. Feng is just polite.

Qin Nian's reason tried to persuade him to calm down. He slasted a few words to make himself look responsible.

Qin Nian: [Do you miss the piano I play?]

Feng Wang: [The person who misses you.]

Qin Nian dropped his mobile phone and covered his cheeks with both hands.

His body was already relatively cold, and his hands were cold all year round. Therefore, at this moment, he could feel that his cheeks were burning.

What should I reply to?

Qin Nian just wanted to get into the quilt. If it hadn't been for the surveillance camera next to him, he would almost jump up.

He squeezed his lips and typed: I also want Mr. Feng.

It feels good to have someone miss you.

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Qin Nian went downstairs. He ate less at night and felt hungry before it was time to go to bed.

When he was eating, he planned to go downstairs to cook some porridge after the people were eating.

It was already more than nine o'clock in the evening.

There were only one or two staff left in the living room. The guests basically went back to their rooms. He went straight to the kitchen.

Qin Nian skillfully put down the rice. He thought of something and turned his head and asked, "Have you had dinner yet?"

Qin Nian has always noticed that these staff members seem to have been following the photos. Even if the guests eat, they follow the photos and have not eaten anything.

They follow the guests almost all the time. Only when the guests return to their rooms will they have some time to rest.

A younger person shook his head.

As a follow-up person, I usually try not to talk during working hours.

Unless you are the director.

Qin Nian nodded and said, "I made some more rice. You can eat it later."