Xiao 8 turned his head to watch Liang Qing's messy steps to pour water, jumped on the sofa and sighed: "Servant, this kid won't like you, right?" ”

Qin Gong disagreed: "He is Li Fan's little fan brother, in the original plot, because Li Fan died, he also fell into a trough for a period of time, so his performance is not very normal now?" ”

"Yes," Little 8 patted the couch next to him, "Come and sit." ”

Qin Gong: "......"

She sat down on the couch, scooped up the little 8 with one hand and put it on her lap, stroking its hair.

"Has Broken Soul been determined to be Liang Yisheng? Do you want to take a chance to see his jade flute? Little 8 rubbed its hand, then reacted and straightened up.

She chuckled, "Let's talk about it." ”

When she mentioned the white jade flute that time, she remembered the chill in Liang Yisheng's eyes clearly, before she was familiar with it, don't worry, anyway, the future will be long.

Liang Qing poured water and put it on the table and pushed it in front of her, hesitated for a long time before asking in a low voice: "Sister Li, do you like Liang Yisheng?" ”

She took a sip of water from her cup and said casually, "It's a little feeling." ”

She was always easy to get close to Alang's broken soul, but this time...... Thinking of Liang Yisheng, she was also a little confused.

It's not that she hasn't encountered a broken soul with a cold personality, but unlike this time, she doesn't have much of a sense of closeness.

Perhaps, this broken soul is a little miserable, and there is too little main soul consciousness on it.

"What's so good about that guy surnamed Liang." Liang Qing grunted and sat down opposite her sullenly.

Of course, Qin Gong heard it and glanced at him: "You are also surnamed Liang." ”

"We're different," he unconsciously scratched the sofa with his fingertips, and looked at her with sparkling eyes, "Sister Li, let's play, well, ask for advice!" I want to improve my acting skills! ”

She raised her eyebrows: "What do you want to play?" ”

The roots of his ears were slightly red, and his eyes were burning: "Play the ending clip of your last play." ”

Qin Gong recalled for a while, and then remembered that Li Fan's last play was a modern drama, and at the end, she and the male protagonist finally resolved the misunderstanding and got back together, and under the glorious sunset, they hugged and kissed each other on the balcony.

She reached out and wiped her lips and smiled, "Okay." ”

Xiao 8 widened his dog eyes: "Servant, don't tell me you can't see his mind?" He clearly wants to take the opportunity to ...... with you."

She picked it up and tossed it aside, and stood up: "Go, balcony." ”

Liang Qing stood up in a trance, did she really agree?

She stood on the balcony, squinted slightly, and looked at the moonlight on the horizon: "This sunset is so beautiful." ”

Liang Qing came behind her and stretched out his hand to hug her into his arms: "Not as beautiful as you." "Oops, some uncontrollable shaking, hold on!

She smiled and held his hand around her waist: "In the future, we will all be honest with each other, don't speculate anymore, and don't have any misunderstandings, okay?" ”

"Not anymore."

He tilted his head slightly, reached out and pressed her chin with a hand, twisting it back slightly.

She tilted her head.

He lowered his head and pressed her lips.

Qin Gong: "...... brother, can you stop shaking?"

Liang Qing couldn't help it.

Obviously, in the name of the show, he wanted to get close to her, but when he was really close, he was so nervous that his palms were full of sweat, and the moment his lips were close to each other, his brain exploded like fireworks.

Qin Gong simply didn't see it.

She abruptly left his embrace, and in his chagrin, she put her hands around his neck and pressed down slightly, and leaned up to kiss him.

……

Little 8 covered its dog eyes and cried in her consciousness: "You have changed, do you want to be green Alang?" Ah, ho, poor boy, still waiting for you to save him, but what he was waiting for was a grassland. ”

Qin Gong's eyes moved, let go of his hand, and his face was indifferent: "I'm sorry, I'm too deep in the play." ”