Qin Nianqing returned to his room and immediately threw himself on his bed. He lay on the bed and looked at his palms. The perfect figure of Mu Qingji appeared in his mind. The warmth of his biceps that he had just touched was transmitted to his palms, and his whole body began to feel hot.

"How can my brother be so handsome?" Qin Nianqing covered his face, his mind full of the scene of Mu Qingji suddenly pressing him onto the sofa and their eyes locked. He couldn't get rid of it. He patted his head and took a deep breath, "Qin Nianqing, calm down, calm down quickly."

When Qin Nianqing was trying to calm himself, his cell phone rang at the right time. He was stunned for a moment, then took out his phone and took a look.

He found that the caller ID was Song Lianqing, and he immediately became happy. He lay down on the bed and answered his call. "Dad Lianqing, how come you have time to call me today?"

Song Lianqing, who was enjoying Qi Xiangyu's shoulder massage and leg beating service on the sofa opposite, frowned slightly when he heard Qin Nianqing, and said unhappily:

"You little brat, you didn't call me dad like this before? Did that bastard Qin Younian say bad things about me in front of you again?"

"Dad, don't be angry. My dad is not that kind of person. Today we planned to go out and play, and he specifically asked me if I wanted to invite you to join us. Tell me, is my dad very good?"

Qin Nianqing turned over and lay on his stomach, smiling and acting coquettishly towards Song Lianqing, but he didn't expect that his words would directly stir up a hornet's nest. When he reacted, Song Lianqing had already started cursing.

"You little brat, you two are planning to go out and play, but you don't bring me along? Has it been so long since we've seen each other that our father-son relationship has faded?"

Song Lianqing became angrier and angrier as he thought about it. He even felt annoyed by the script in his hand. "No, I have to go back tomorrow. This is such a crappy show. I won't do it anymore."

"Dad, please don't, how could I not call you?" Qin Nian listened to Song Lianqing's tone and guessed that he was really angry, so he said in a gentle and flattering voice:

"I just thought that you and Uncle Xiangyu haven't seen each other for a long time, so I didn't intend to disturb your world of two. How could I have thought that you, Dad, would be so angry?"

After listening to Qin Nianqing's words, Song Lianqing's feeling of imbalance and anger finally disappeared a little. He retracted his foot, patted his shoulder, and didn't even look at Qi Xiangyu. His meaning was very obvious.

Qi Xiangyu really had a lot of grievances, but he had no complaints and continued to massage his wife tirelessly to relieve his fatigue.

"That's better. Come on, tell dad where you guys are going to go for fun."

Song Lianqing put the script on the sofa. He decided to take a break and continue memorizing the script after talking to Qin Nianqing. "Dad will see if there is time. Then I will take your uncle Xiangyu to play with you."

After Qin Nian listened, he clicked his tongue several times in a teasing manner, and then told him about his and Qin Younian’s summer vacation plans.

After listening to this, Song Lianqing paused for a moment, then said, "Is this the only plan? The summer vacation is so long, and if we only go to one place, wouldn't it be a bit boring?"

Qin Nian listened to Song Lianqing's words in silence for a moment, then turned over and lay down, looking at the ceiling and humming, thinking, and said after a moment:

"I don't think I've thought of anything yet. If I really can't think of anything, I'll just play with my brother and go wherever he goes."

Song Lianqing was stunned for a moment when he heard Qin Nianqing's words. Suddenly, he felt alarm bells ringing. He suddenly asked, "My dear, you are not at Mu Qingji's house now, are you?"

"Yes, I'll be at my brother's house for two days, and then I'll go to school. Oh, and there will be a college entrance exam rally on the 25th. Dad, you must come. There are so many of your fans in our class."

Qin Nianqing paused and nodded. He did not think there was anything wrong with Song Lianqing's question. Instead, he said seriously:

"If you come and encourage us, maybe we can perform exceptionally well in the college entrance examination. Of course, it doesn't matter if you can't come, Dad. I won't be sad."

Song Lianqing was instantly stimulated when he heard Qin Nianqing's words. He assured with certainty, "Don't worry, my dear son, I will definitely go there that day. I keep my word. Okay, now let's talk about you running to live in Mu Qingji's house."

"Ah? Is there anything to say?" Qin Nianqing sat up from the bed, looked at the knocked door, was stunned for a moment, and said to Song Lianqing, "Dad, wait for me, I'll go open the door first."

Qin Nianqing didn't care about Song Lianqing's reaction after he finished speaking. He put down his phone and got out of bed to open the door. When the door opened, Mu Qingji's handsome face appeared in front of him. He was stunned for a moment, then smiled at Mu Qingji and called him in a sweet voice, "Brother, what can I do for you?"

"Milk." Mu Qingji handed the hot milk in his hand to Qin Nianqing, and accidentally touched his cheek. His face was still cold, just like the fragrance of the epiphyllum on his body, cold and spotless. "It's hot. Just put the cup on the bedside table after you finish drinking it."

"Brother, wait a minute. I'll give it to you right after I finish drinking it. Wait a minute."

Qin Nianqing reached out to take the hot milk handed to him by Mu Qingji and drank it all in one gulp right in front of him. There was even a circle of milk stains on his lips from drinking too fast. He handed the cup to Mu Qingji very satisfied. When he smiled, the dimples on his cheeks were very obvious, making him look particularly cute.

"Guoguo," Mu Qingji looked at the milk stains on the corners of Qin Nianqing's mouth, his eyes dark and unclear. He reached out to take the cup from his hand, put his other hand around his waist, and looked down at his lips for a long time.

Qin Nianqing suddenly felt very nervous, staring straight at Mu Qingji, looking dazed. Just when he thought Mu Qingji would kiss him, he kissed his forehead gently and said softly, "Good night, see you tomorrow."

"Good night, good night," Qin Nianqing reached out and touched his forehead blankly, his ears and cheeks instantly turned red, he stumbled and said good night greetings, "Brother, see you tomorrow."

"Well, don't play too late."

"Yeah, bye, brother."

Mu Qingji reached out and gently rubbed Qin Nianqing's head, then smiled gently, turned around and left.

Qin Nianqing was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses from the touch just now. He turned around and closed the door. After a long while, he suddenly thought of the letter today. His mind was filled with thoughts. Is my brother...

Qin Nianqing shook her head and ignored the thoughts in her mind. It was impossible. My brother was so outstanding, how could he like me? Even if he did, it couldn't be the kind of love between lovers. He should deserve a very outstanding girl, not a rigid boy like me.

Qin Nianqing thought of many scenes of Mu Qingji marrying an outstanding girl, and she just felt a dull pain in her heart. This feeling was really uncomfortable.

Qin Nianqing shook his head and decided not to think about it for the time being. He returned to ** and continued to talk on the phone with Song Lianqing.

Song Lianqing was getting a little impatient waiting here, and he was about to buy a plane ticket back to the capital to pick up Qin Nianqing from Mu Qingji's villa. Fortunately, Qi Xiangyu stopped him, otherwise, he would really have done such a thing.

"Lian Qing, if you're really worried about them developing feelings for each other, then bring Little Tangguo to the crew to film during the summer vacation. Aren't you and his aunt Shang Yun filming a costume drama during the summer vacation? You just happen to be missing a role to play your son, right? That's perfect."

Qi Xiangyu's words instantly enlightened Song Lianqing. He clapped his hands and immediately took out his phone and said to Qin Nianqing, "My dear son, during the summer vacation, you can film with your dad and your aunt."

Qin Nian, who had just picked up his phone, was stunned for a moment after hearing this proposal, and then immediately became interested, so he agreed, "Sure, can I make money? If so, I will use the first pot of gold to treat everyone to a meal."

"Of course, this role is at most an important third male lead, and the pay is good, but it's a period costume movie, so I have to use wires.

"Song Lianqing frowned when he thought of this, and instantly felt distressed. He hesitated, "No, let's just forget it. If you get hurt, I'll be so heartbroken..."

"No, I'd be a fool not to make money. I want to go, Dad, let me go!"

Qin Nianqing spoke in a coquettish tone, and his words were sweet and soft. Even through the phone, Song Lianqing could imagine him looking at him coquettishly with his eyes wide open and an innocent face.

He compromised instantly, "Okay, Dad lets you go, but you have to discuss it with your dad."

"Don't worry, my father will definitely agree."

Qin Nianqing never speaks empty words. If he says Qin Younian will agree, then Qin Younian will definitely agree. As for the method he uses, it is of course the almighty method of acting like a spoiled child. From childhood to adulthood, he has never failed.