"I don't have the heart to fall in love right now, I just want to make money!"

Mo Junlin's thin crimson lips raised lightly, "You don't have to make money, I can support you." ”

You raise me?

Heh, Jun Yue Ze raises you, you raise me, what is this?

She's not the kind of person who sells her personality and relies on men to support her.

"Let's stop talking." Su Qing handed one of the crayfish on the dinner plate to his plate, "Talking about money hurts feelings, eating shrimp and eating shrimp." ”

Even with his head buried, Su Qing could feel the oppressive gaze of the man opposite.

She suddenly remembered Anqi's words, Anqi said that often gay men will find a target in order to hide their identity, and they will deliberately approach her and pursue her, like a normal man chasing a woman.

But if he puts in so much effort and doesn't get a response, he is likely to get angry and hurt the other person.

Her heart is galloping, and when it's over, will he kill her?

"As long as you don't like him."

Just when Su Qing was all kinds of YY, the man opposite suddenly said coldly.

Su Qing raised her eyes and looked at him confusedly.

He swept away the dangerous aura of the moment before, and at this time, he returned to the warm gentlemanly appearance she had when she first met him.

"It's okay, let's eat shrimp." He stretched out his long arms and rubbed her little head.

Then, put on your gloves and continue peeling shrimp for her.

Su Qing's heart finally calmed down, and it boiled again.

Steady, steady, steady......

Before she knew it, she had eaten a large portion of the crayfish, and it was clean in front of her, and the shrimp shells in front of him were piled up into a small mountain.

"Ink King's Landing, you don't seem to have eaten any of them."

"It's too much trouble, I don't like it."

“……”

It's too troublesome, but I peeled the whole shrimp to her.

Su Qing's heart was in a mess, she got up, "I'm full, I'm back to the room." ”

"Okay."

She went back to her bedroom, locked the door, and walked back and forth in the room.

"As long as you don't like him."

His voice still lingered in his mind, and his focused and doting eyes lingered......

Su Qing thought about it, and finally came to a conclusion: Mo Junlin's flirting skills are 100 points, but it's a pity that it's a gay.

It took her a full hour to calm down, and she opened the drawer and pulled out a sheet music and a pink diary that had been placed inside.

Su Qing has been fond of composing and writing songs since she was a teenager, and this score is her work in the past few years.

Some of the scores are filled with words, and some are not.

At this moment, suddenly bursting with inspiration, Su Qing picked up the pen and began to create again.

By the time she finished writing a song in one go, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

She hummed quietly, and after singing, she realized that this song was light and cheerful, and the rhythm was joyful.

Su Qing was surprised why he wrote this feeling when there was a sudden knock on the bedroom door.

She was like a little girl who had been poked in her heart, and she was so frightened that she straightened her clothes, walked to the door and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Su Qing, I'm hungry."

“…… Isn't there a snack, you can eat it. ”

"I don't snackle."

“…… Then you can order takeout. ”

"I don't eat takeout. Su Qing, you open the door first. ”

She had been in her room for three hours, and he had been lingering at her door for nearly two hours after he had finished processing some papers.

On the tenth impulse to knock on her door, he finally did.

For the first time in twenty-seven years of life, I was overly dependent and infatuated with a girl.

Seeing that she didn't speak, he lowered his posture and said softly, "Miss Su, you ate a large plate of crayfish just now, and I didn't eat anything." Doesn't your conscience hurt? ”

Su Qing: "......"