You Sound Sleepy

Chapter 9

Lin Mian followed Que Qingyan through the hallway and came to the inner hall.

He put her things on the marble round table in the corner of the sofa, turned around and asked, “What do you want to drink?”

Lin Mian picked up the corner of the sofa seat and sat down, half looking up at him, and asked softly: “…coffee?”

The corner of her eyes was crimson that had been crying, Que Qingyan cast her eyes down and looked at her: “It’s too late.”

“Then don’t have coffee, you can do anything,” Lin Mianke did whatever he pleased, and defied him very quickly, “I’m sorry to trouble you.”

Taking advantage of Que Qingyan’s time to go to the kitchen, Lin Mian looked around and finally knew why she couldn’t touch him when she squatted downstairs some time ago.

Although I live in the same apartment, the decoration style in front of her is completely different. The cool feeling is simple, there are no green plants in the eye-catching place, and the furniture is as new as it has just been purchased. The floor-to-ceiling windows in the interior hall are not dining tables. It is a well-textured desk.

Lights were on on the desk, the screen of the laptop was shining white, the data and documents were neatly lined up, and the car keys and other personal belongings were placed in a conspicuous position.

Obviously there is a study in the inner room, but Que Qingyan chose to work in the living room, looking like he could organize things and leave at any time.

Lin Mian thought, either he is too busy or he doesn’t live in the apartment often.

Don’t go back to the apartment often…

In Lin Mian’s brain, his brain fills up countless points of view.

Que Qingyan who doesn’t go home, it’s Professor Que during the day, Master Que at night, what lights and drinks are for entertainment, what kind of gatherings of grandpas and daughters, what are the marriages of celebrities, marriages…

Relating to his refusal in the afternoon, Lin Mian grabbed a corner of the fluffy sofa cover and suddenly suffered a heart attack.

“There is no one in the study.” Halfway through my heart attack, the glass was placed on the coffee table. Que Qingyan leaned over slightly and handed over a pair of indoor slippers. “I’m in the living room. You can call me if you have something to do.”

He accidentally approached, with a light and pleasant smell on his body. Lin Mian’s heart was moved, looking at the man close at hand, he moved out on the side of the sofa, and said in a low voice, “Professor Que.”

Que Qingyan got up and looked at her after hearing the words.

“If I say…” Lin Mian stared at the buttons of his smoky gray shirt, hesitated for a moment, and asked:

“If I said, I have some other thoughts about you, what will happen to you?”

“…”

This is a straight shot.

There is no concealment at all, so frank that people can’t answer without answering.

He had already clearly rejected her in the afternoon, and now…

“…” Que Qingyan’s voice sounded: “Xu Tong.”

Lin Mian swept his gaze from the buttons, fixed on his face: “Huh?”

Que Qingyan squeezed his forehead, frowned his long eyebrows, and slightly pursed his thin lips. With this look, if Lin Mian was watching his every move nervously, he would almost think he had sighed just now.

He asked her, “Before you said these things, didn’t you have the consciousness that you would be kicked out?”

Lin Mian was even more nervous: “Will it, will it?”

Que Qingyan didn’t say more, she squinted her eyes, her eyes swept across her porcelain-white flushed face, motioned to the glass on the coffee table, and her voice was low and steady: “Drink first.”

Lin Mian cleverly said “Oh”, holding up the still warm cup.

The sweetness of the honey water is just right, and a few medlars are added to warm the stomach along the lips and teeth all the way.

She drank the honey water in one breath, looked at Que Qingyan baffledly, and waited for the following.

Unexpectedly, the man turned and walked away, sat down at the desk in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and started reading the materials he hadn’t read before.

…Ignore her.

Looking through his eyes, Lin Mian rolled into the study with aggrieved hands holding the computer and tablet.

The interior of the study room is similar to Que Qingyan’s office. The black wall shelves are full of professional books. The cool night breeze strikes Lin Mian’s face through the curtains, and the restlessness in her heart cools down.

Lin Mian doesn’t have the habit of voyeuristic privacy, and he stopped looking at him, watching his nose and nose and leaning on the drawing on the desk.

After drawing for half an hour, the computer logged in to QQ displayed a message prompt, and Bai Jiayi’s message came over: [Mianbao, I can’t get through with your cell phone, are you still awake? 】

Lin Mian stopped writing: [I’m awake. 】

Bai Jiayi: [I have been temporarily restrained by my dad. I can’t come back these days. I will let the driver come to pick up the suitcase tonight. 】

Forbidden?

Bai Jiayi held a thousand curse words on her chest, and explained: [I want to divorce and fell out. 】

You can imagine a big show in seven concise words. Lin Mian glanced at the closed study door, unable to determine the sound insulation effect of the voice, and could only type to comfort Miss Bai who was on the verge of running away. Suddenly remembered something and added a sentence.

Lin Mian: [Let the driver come tomorrow morning, maybe not tonight. 】

Bai Jiayi: [Also. Not available? 】

Lin Mian touched his chin with an electronic pen and looked down: [I was accidentally locked out of the door and didn’t take anything. Now I’m here…Que Qingyan. 】

After a full minute, a wave of information flooded in.

【? 】

【? ? ? 】

【? ? ? ? ? 】

Lin Mian’s fingertips paused on the keyboard for two seconds, thinking how to reply, and the other person asked excitedly:

Bai Jiayi: [Are you sleeping? ! ! 】

“…”

After typing and explaining, Lin Mian looked at the half-drawn manuscript in the PS with his face held up.

Thinking back to the money saved in the credit card, it was still a long way from the expected number.

She was lying on the table slowly, not afraid to die in silence, wondering how much it would cost to raise Que Qingyan?

Even before the decline of the Lin family, the Que family’s position in power was one level higher, let alone now. Furthermore, even without the family advantage, Que Qingyan itself was in the elite class.

So the fact is that he may not be short of money at all.

Lin Mian selectively ignored this fact, bit his pen optimistically, and brainwashed himself.

Sooner or later she can save enough money, and then…

Que Qingyan was in a living room separated by a door. Teacher Mu Mian, who had relived the motivation of life, was extremely diligent tonight, and soon came out of the depression and depression of rejection, and the drawing speed was rapid.

The color manuscript was almost finished, Lin Mian looked at the time, it was already one o’clock in the morning.

It’s late.

She drew sore fingers. She just stood up, thinking of going out of the study to the living room and taking a quiet look at someone. The light above her head went out in an instant.

Lin Mian: “…” Can the apartment’s power supply be improved tonight?

The huge study room quickly plunged into darkness, the curtains were gently blown by the wind, the laptop screen was faintly glowing white, the hero and heroine with a sweet smile looked like…

No, very oozing.

Different from my own room, it is a completely strange dark environment right now. Lin Mian didn’t get used to it for a while, using the computer light to fumble, and walked slowly outside by touching the edge of the table.

After a few seconds of silence in the deep darkness, Lin Mian said, “Que, Professor Que?”

No one answered.

“Professor Que?”

“…” She moved a little bit to the entrance of the study with the help of her memory, without even the honorific name, shaking and whispering his full name: “Que Qingyan?”

Still no response.

“Que—”

Lin Miancha stopped his voice and suddenly thought of a key point.

He doesn’t respond to her, does it mean that he hasn’t heard it now?

I didn’t hear it, can I shout anything?

Lin Mian, who stayed in the dark, was diverted and found something more worth doing than being afraid—

“Que Qingyan? Que-Qing-Yan -”

Lin Mian’s throbbing heartbeat gradually calmed down because of fear, and the panic just now seemed to have never existed.

She whispered the name of the person like a joke, and the ending sounded slightly, moving to the door while shouting, “Que Qingyan” was tossed over and over again and changed, and a good name was called a thousand times and again, just Almost hummed a melody.

“Que-Qing -”

There was a sound from obliquely behind, and a light came in. Lin Mian felt her right hand tighten, and the man’s warm fingers clasped her wrist and took her back.

If you don’t hold her, the next second she will face the wall headlessly in the dark.

“Don’t shout.” Que Qingyan let go of his hand, with a low voice of helplessness, “What’s the matter?”

Lin Mian hadn’t adjusted to the light of the flashlight, half-covered his eyes, and said softly, “Professor Que, the power went out.”

“Ok.”

Que Qingyan handed her a flashlight, and Lin Mian blinked and squeezed the flashlight a little bit, still carrying the residual warmth from his hand.

She hung her head halfway, trying to make it clear: “I called you just now, but you didn’t respond. I thought you were not here…”

He was about to check the switch, stopped when he heard the words, and then asked, “What did you call me just now?”

“…” Lin Mian looked up at him, shaking his hand and turning off the flashlight.

The curtains were completely blown open, the moonlight soaked into the study, and the man turned and looked at her.

Que Qingyan wore a smoky gray shirt, tall and tall, and his body was haloed by the moonlight, which lost the usual sense of distance. Lin Mian watched for a long while, very well-behaved, and replied very honestly: “…Professor Que.”

Taking advantage of the dim light of the night, Que Qingyan glanced up and raised his lips slightly, as if he smiled: “It’s not big or small.”

He heard her calling his name.

“…” Lin Mian’s heartbeat was violent, and it took a long time to find her voice, and he retorted in a low voice, “It’s not too small.”

She is twenty-five years old this year, rounded to thirty, so she is one year older than him.

Where is it small?

Tonight, the power supply of the entire apartment was unstable. One after another, residents’ electric switches tripped, and some circuit breakers failed because of this.

Lin Mian waited in the study, and it didn’t take long for Que Qingyan to leave before the room was lighted up again.

A householder who stayed up all night also called in an electrician to repair the circuit and unlock the door to help unlock the Linmian apartment.

Lin Mian was still wearing her pajamas, slowly looking at the only two objects, glanced at Que Qingyan from time to time, and then glanced again.

I can’t find a reason to stay here…

She was reluctant to give up, the expression on her face was aggrieved and unwilling, so she heard the man open his mouth, the voice of which was unclear, and asked: “This is the club propaganda you said?”

The ending sound was so heavy that Lin Mian looked at his computer screen with afterthought.

“…”

The PS hasn’t been turned off yet, and the finished draft is stopping at the end. In the picture, the male protagonist in a white shirt is holding a love letter in one hand, and the other hand is wrapped around the waist of the gentle and lovely female protagonist, and gently kisses the corner of her lips.

The wording in the dialog box: Little fool, that’s because you are the sweetest little cherry I have ever tasted.

The painting style is exquisite and beautiful, the scenes are dreamy and pure, and the words are intriguing.

Lin Mian looked up at Que Qingyan and felt that in addition to “sleeping in class”, his label in his heart also added “participating in the Xiaohuang Man Club.”

“…” Her face is so hot that she can cook shrimps: “Que, Professor Que, I’m leaving, good night!”

When Lin Mian returned to his apartment with his face and ears, neck and neck warm, it was almost two o’clock in the morning.

She checked the manuscript again, packed it in the mailbox, and sent it to the editor. She just wanted to turn off the computer, but she paused for a moment and opened a new word document in a mysterious manner.

Document title, thinking about 15 seconds: “On the strategic success rate of capturing the heart of Professor Que’s boys”

After thinking about it, Lin Mian changed the mind of a young man to that of an old man. He felt that something was not right after typing, and deleted it again.

I’m not 30 years old, and I don’t seem to be old…

Thinking for thirty seconds, it changed to Fangxin.

“On the Strategic Success Rate of Capturing Professor Que’s Heart.”

Lin Mian saved the blank document and went to sleep with satisfaction.