Chapter 59 Earplugs
When Song Xuhong and others came back from dinner, Zhou Yang had only eaten half of his meal, and the entire studio was filled with an intoxicating aroma.
Song Xuhong suddenly felt that even if he was full, he could still eat a few more bites.
So, like a hungry tiger, he pounced on Zhou Yang, the only person in the studio who was eating. Seeing the sumptuous meal of three dishes and a soup in the exquisite food box, his eyes turned red with jealousy.
"Yangyang, you've changed. You're no longer the simple and frugal Yangyang who loved me so deeply. I'm eating pickled radish outside, while you're enjoying a feast at home. Are you... worthy of me?"
Zhou Yang: “…” This drama queen.
The people who went with Song Xuhong made fun of him from behind: "It's obviously you, Brother Song, who wanted to eat dried radish!"
The others did not dare to pounce on Zhou Yang directly, but they also gathered around him and expressed deep regret for Zhou Yang's corruption.
No matter how regretful it is, you still have to swallow your saliva.
One employee, whose family was well-off, had been to Yue Lai once and immediately recognized its signature dish, pigeon soup. He exclaimed in amazement, "Yang Yang, you're so corrupt! This is Yue Lai. Even if you have money, you might not be able to buy it. The reservation line is exhausting, and it's limited. And you have four dishes and a soup in one word! Tell me, what's your background? There's such a wealthy family lurking around us. We must cling to this powerful person."
Song Xuhong had long guessed about Zhou Yang's identity, knowing that he was at least a rich second-generation, but he had no idea how powerful his background was.
As for why Zhou Yang lacked money to rent a house, everyone had their own ideas and difficulties, so he would not ask too much.
Even though Zhou Yang was from a wealthy family, Song Xuhong felt that since he treated him as a friend, he would not feel distant from him and would still blackmail him.
"I don't care. At least I have some of the remaining amount."
The portion was huge and Zhou Yang really couldn't finish it, but when he thought of what the errand girl said about Lin Qiyuan being jealous, he became a little hesitant.
Just as he was thinking about how to refuse, the little girl came back with a sandwich. Upon hearing what Song Xuhong said, she quickly ran over, even more protective of her food than Zhou Yang: "Song brother, you can't eat this! This is sent by Zhou brother's girlfriend. If you eat it, her girlfriend will be angry and you will have to comfort her!"
Song Xuhong recalled the warnings his girlfriend had given him, and shuddered with fear. He felt deeply sorry for Zhou Yang, "Yangyang, I was just kidding. Don't tell my sister-in-law that I was planning to take advantage of your charity lunch!"
Suddenly, he felt something was wrong. His shocked voice broke through the roof and almost reached the office building on the upper floor: "When did you get a girlfriend?"
Zhou Yang wanted to cover his mouth, and said helplessly: "I don't have a girlfriend."
The girl then remembered that she had misremembered: "It's a pursuer."
Even if he was a suitor, he was a wealthy suitor. Song Xuhong couldn't afford to offend him. He shut up awkwardly. After a few seconds, he asked again, "Can you tell me who it is?"
In short, nothing can stop Song Xuhong's gossipy heart.
At five o'clock in the afternoon, Zhou Yang walked around the corner and turned a corner. Sure enough, Lin Qiyuan was already waiting there in his car.
It was Zhou Yang's idea to not let Lin Qiyuan drive the car to the studio door. He was afraid of meeting someone like Xiao Ma who was boring and mentally dark.
But it was obvious that Lin Qiyuan had misunderstood, and he kept looking at him dimly, as if to say, "Do you think I'm embarrassing?"
Zhou Yang didn't know how to explain. He couldn't just say, "Someone suspects that you are supporting me." So he had to avoid his aggrieved look all the way.
After returning home, Zhou Yang, feeling guilty, wanted to cook a meal for Lin Qiyuan as compensation.
However, Lin Qiyuan resolutely did not let him do it. He placed him on the sofa and filled the coffee table with various snacks, even his empty box of Anlgel chocolate was full.
Although Zhou Yang felt that he was being pursued, he still felt a little uncomfortable. If he agreed to his request immediately, it would feel wrong. If he didn't agree to his request, he would feel that he was enjoying his care with a clear conscience and keeping him in suspense.
Lin Qiyuan's cooking skills improved by leaps and bounds. In just a few days, he had improved to a level almost similar to Zhou Yang's. Zhou Yang felt that in a few days, his cooking skills would definitely surpass his own.
Perhaps considering that Zhou Yang ate a lot at noon, Lin Qiyuan only made simple seafood porridge and side dishes.
The seafood porridge only contained shrimp and scallops, and was quite light. The side dishes were dried radish and pickled cucumbers. Zhou Yang suddenly remembered that Song Xuhong cried at noon and complained that he only had pickled radish, and he couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Lin Qiyuan looked up in confusion: "What's wrong?"
"Oh, no. I think pickled radish looks delicious."
Lin Qiyuan took a suspicious look at the pickled radish, which looked and tasted really good, and said, "Then eat more. I'll ask...I'll go buy some tomorrow."
Lin Qiyuan, who had never been to a vegetable market before, naturally would not buy vegetables by himself. The aunt he found who had not been employed yet came in handy. She came to deliver vegetables every few days, but Zhou Yang never saw it.
A minute later, Zhou Yang's bowl was filled with dried radish, and he deeply understood what it was like for Song Xuhong to eat only dried radish.
After dinner, Zhou Yang offered to wash the dishes, and this time Lin Qiyuan didn't fight with him.
Actually, there is a dishwasher at home, but it is located in a hidden place, so Zhou Yang didn't see it at first. Just put the dishes in the dishwasher, put them in the cabinet after washing, tidy up the countertop, wash it with a rag, and you're done.
It was just a simple chore that took less than ten minutes, and Lin Qiyuan came in five times.
The first time he came in, he forced Zhou Yang to eat a slice of orange on the pretext that his hands were dirty, which made Zhou Yang blush.
The second time, he insisted on grabbing the lighter next to Zhou Yang, even going so far as to circle him from behind, practically hugging him tightly. He spent a full three minutes trying to get a lighter that was clearly within his grasp. Zhou Yang, who had been feeling a bit cold in the kitchen without the heating on, suddenly felt a burning sensation.
The third time, he poured a cup of hot water and insisted on feeding it to Zhou Yang...
The fourth time I saw a joke online, I showed my phone to Zhou Yang. He would have just looked at it, but he insisted on hugging me from behind...
The fifth time...
Zhou Yang felt like he was on fire and the fire would ignite if he added more fuel.
He suspected that Lin Qiyuan was flirting with him, and he seemed to have some evidence.
Zhou Yang cleaned up the kitchen to prevent Lin Qiyuan from teasing her again, and quickly slipped upstairs under Lin Qiyuan's nose.
He calmed himself down and planned to call Qi Dongdong after washing up.
Qi Dongdong claimed that he had been in love several times, and he was not the one who took the initiative, so he was probably being pursued. He wanted to ask what he should do when he met a pursuer like Lin Qiyuan.
He was almost unable to bear it.
Coming out of the bathroom, Zhou Yang picked up his phone and saw several messages pop up in the WeChat pop-up window. He opened them and saw they were from Lin Qiyuan, who was just a few walls away.
【are u there】
【Have you slept yet?】
【It’s getting colder at night, is it cold?】
Are you really asleep?
Bullshit! He had lived there for almost two months and was very familiar with the sound insulation of the house. He just didn't believe that he couldn't hear the sound of running water in the shower.
This is totally forced flirting.
Zhou Yang secretly hated himself for being useless. A few awkward and forceful words could make his heart beat faster. He really wondered if he had a heart attack.
Last time Cheng Fei said he was a 32-year-old bachelor, Zhou Yang didn't believe it, but this time he finally believed it a little.
Lin Qiyuan had been staring at WeChat for nine minutes. He heard that the water in the guest room had obviously stopped. Normally, even if he dried his body and walked to the bedroom, it would not take nine minutes at all.
Lin Qiyuan was hesitating whether to make a video call when his cell phone suddenly rang. Zhou Yang replied with only five words: I'm going to bed soon.
Good night, it’s cold at night, please add more quilts.
The weather forecast not only says that the temperature will drop at night, but also that there will be rain and even thunder.
Lin Qi originally wanted to invite Zhou Yang to his room directly, but he always felt that letting Zhou Yang wake up in the middle of the night and then throw herself into his arms seemed more...
Ahem, Lin Qiyuan stood up and opened the door slightly to make it easier for people to push the door open and enter.
In the middle of the night, big raindrops fell "patter", and then there was a slight thunder.
Lin Qiyuan turned on the bedside lamp, confirmed again that the door was not locked, took out a smaller quilt from the cabinet, and then put the large quilt back into the closet.
As the rain got heavier, the thunder became louder and louder, but Lin Qiyuan could still hear the silence outside.
I hope he won’t be scared and cry in the room.
After a while, Lin Qiyuan got up, opened the door, and gently knocked on Zhou Yang's door.
No movement.
He was a little worried and his hand unconsciously turned the door handle.
The door opened.
With the help of the light from his mobile phone, Lin Qiyuan saw that the person on the bed was sleeping soundly, holding in his arms a big stuffed bear that he had bought home at some point. The bear had very long arms, just enough to hold Zhou Yang in his arms.
Lin Qiyuan looked up and saw Zhou Yang's face was very calm, with a hint of a smile on his face, as if he was having a sweet dream.
Eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth, ears, everything is Nuwa's most perfect masterpiece. Lin Qiyuan held his breath and pulled up the Zhouyang quilt.
The quilt was pulled to the neck and stopped, and Lin Qiyuan's fingers unconsciously touched Zhou Yang's ears.
ear?
What's that thing in his ear? Lin Qiyuan squatted down and brought his phone closer. He saw that Zhou Yang's ear was filled with a soft, pale yellow object.
Lin Qiyuan touched the thing in his ear, and before he could react, the soft thing was already in his hand.
Zhou Yang woke up almost instantly: "Is there thunder? Where are my earplugs?"
Then, his gaze turned to Lin Qiyuan, who shouldn't be here at this hour, and the earplugs in his hand that should have been in his ears.
Lin Qiyuan held the yellow earplug in one hand and wanted to ask: If I say I didn’t mean it, would you believe me?
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