Mr. Qin is always serious

Chapter 39 039 Indecent

Wen Lang didn't know anything about what happened in the study, he just felt in a good mood, rolled around on the bed with the fluffy pillow in his arms, and soon fell asleep.

The next day, [Old Times] studio.

Wen Lang and Fu Tong stayed in the recording room for almost a day, and finally finished recording the last short section of "Human World".

Fu Tong went inside to listen to the effect, Wen Lang came out of the recording room, went to the corner to eat some throat lozenges, and added some new goji berries to the thermos.

The taste is not bad, but it is a little bit sweet, it seems that I have to reduce it next time.

Wen Lang hugged the thermos cup and sat down next to him. Three minutes later, Fu Tong came over and sank into the recliner without saying a word. His whole body instantly changed from lazy to sluggish.

Not right. Not right.

Wen Lang put down the thermos: "Why are you so mourned, the song is not good enough to be re-recorded?"

Fu Tong shook his head: "No, it's pretty good."

That would be even more wrong.

Wen Lang leaned over: "Then what's the matter with you? When I came here in the morning, I saw that you were a bit sad. What's the matter?"

Fu Tong frowned and remained silent for a while, before finally speaking: "I want to dismantle the monster bureau... Do you know that the head of the monster bureau has changed a while ago?"

Wen Lang shook his head blankly.

"You were still in Chengdu at that time, so it was normal if you didn't know." Fu Tongyou sighed, "I heard people say that he was a big monster who had only been asleep for an unknown number of years. He's just a troublesome little red guy who somehow said that he needed a monster of ancient bloodline to help him, and then somehow won me, are you angry?"

Wen Lang didn't like the Monster Bureau either, so he nodded upon hearing this, "I'm very angry!"

Fu Tong's frown deepened: "I didn't take it seriously at first, thinking that if I didn't want to, they could still force me to do it? As a result, they are very persistent, and I'm almost bored to death."

Wen Lang felt the same way: "Then what are your plans?"

Fu Tong rubbed the center of his brows wearily: "What other plans do you have? Let's take a walk there first, and if it makes sense, then say it, and if it doesn't make sense, just do it."

"Yes, yes, I will call for you." Wen Lang said, "When beating someone, remember to take care of that little monster in white at the registration office. Don't say anything that needs to be said. I will get angry when I think of it."

Fu Tong nodded expressionlessly: "OK."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the wall clock on the wall: "Then do it now, and you go back early, I remember that the recording time of "Cute Pet Fluffy" is tomorrow?"

Wen Lang: "...Can you stop mentioning these sad things?"

Fu Tong clicked his tongue, but didn't speak.

It's normal to think about it.

They are all reduced to this level, why bother to hurt each other.

It was rare for the two big monsters who liked to fight each other to calm down. After a few words, they went out.

Fu Tong went to the Monster Bureau, while Wen Lang returned home.

It was five o'clock in the afternoon, and Qin Jingshen hadn't come back yet.

Wen Lang took out the key, and the plush Shiba Inu on the key ring was squinting and smiling at him.

He laughed, raised his hand and opened the door, and the little animals in the house immediately trot over shaking their ears.

Wen Lang reached out and touched their heads, then walked slowly to the carpet and sat down, none of them jumped at him, and squatted beside them with their heads tilted, looking like a string of wifi signals.

Wen Lang smiled and opened his hands: "Come here."

Egg Yolk and Little Taotie rushed over first, followed by Ju Baoer, Demacia was still a little nervous, walked over and slowly rubbed his cheek.

Cowardly and pitiful.

It just happens to be painful.

Wen Lang gently rubbed its ears: "It's okay, I don't blame you for what happened in my family, it's all Zhou Yanxiu's fault, I'll settle it with him slowly when he comes back."

Although Demacia couldn't understand, she also knew that the person in front of her was very friendly, so she gave a flattering cry.

Then he was slapped by the egg yolk.

The two dogs started to quarrel again, moving their paws without mouthing, the fur on their bodies was pulled and fell off.

Seeing that the carpet was about to suffer, Wen Lang hurriedly pulled them apart. The little animals were also smart, and immediately folded their ears and bowed their heads after they were separated, just as Wen Lang was convinced.

Wen Lang: ...

I didn't expect you to be such little cubs.

He sighed inwardly, got up and went to the bedroom to find a small roller to stick the dog hair off the carpet, and then took a photo of the hair-stained little roller and egg yolk Demacia, intending to send it to Qin Jingshen.

The two cubs didn't know anything about what Wen Lang was going to do next, and watched innocently with doggy eyes.

Wen Lang poked open WeChat after taking the photo, and before he had time to switch his account, he heard a series of ding-dong sounds.

He took a look, and almost all of them came from the circle of friends.

Wen Lang poked open Moments and found that the wechat comment area had been swiped last night.

It's your Yazi: Tsk.

The dawn of a paulownia tree: Tsk.

Bi An did not speak: Tsk.

Master Pixiu: Tsk.

Hamster dumpling loves candy: Wow, it looks good!

Hamster dumpling loves candy: [Hamster Hamster Love Launch].jpg

……

With dozens of tsks in succession, the little hamster seemed like a clear stream inside.

Still the cutest little fanboy.

Wen Lang also clicked his tongue, and after quitting the circle of friends, he quickly switched to classmate Wen's account, and poked into the top information.

Classmate Wen is walking the dog: Mr. Qin, I want to expose these two little bastards to you, I didn't expect them to be such cubs!

Wen is walking his dog: [picture]

Less than three seconds after the message was sent out, Qin Jingshen's message was received.

Qin: [Egg yolk squints · I just rely on myself to be cute].jpg

Classmate Wen is walking the dog: [Alaska threatening stare · Am I not cute? ].jpg

This time [the other party is typing] displayed at the top of the message box lasted for a while, but only two simple words appeared in the end.

Qin: Cute.

The hesitant Mr. Qin is also very cute.

Wen Lang couldn't help laughing, and found an emoticon pack that he thought was most suitable at this time from the emoticon pack collection column.

Classmate Wen is walking the dog: [Egg Yolk Orange Treasures Bixinxin].jpg

This emoticon pack is Wen Lang's favorite creation. It contains egg yolk and orange treasure. The two small animals are lazily nesting on the balcony, with their front and back paws touching each other, creating a fluffy heart of.

Wen Lang smiled and sent the emoji, and then secretly waited for Qin Jingshen's reaction.

On the other side, Qin Jingshen looked at the picture that appeared in the message box and gave a low laugh.

Qin: [Wen Lang·You are the cutest in the world].jpg

Qin: And——

Wen Lang clicked on the next one-second voice message, and Qin Jingshen's deep voice came out of the microphone immediately.

—— Comparing hearts.

Wen Lang was startled, and suddenly felt his ears were a little hot, he stretched out his hand to rub his face, and then heard a ding dong again.

He looked down. Fortunately, this time it was not a voice message, but an emoticon package. On the picture was a piece of white paper with an orange cat keychain on it, and a line of beautiful pen writing next to it.

[Orange Cat·Catch Your Plush Heart]

Wen Lang looked at it carefully for a while, then moved his fingers to add this picture to his favorites and sent it to Qin Jingshen again, then looked at the two side-by-side emoticons in the message box, and couldn't help laughing.

**

After one night, the recording of "Cute Pet Fluffy" started.

At five o'clock in the morning, Wen Lang was woken up by the alarm clock, but he couldn't fully wake up after washing up, so he went downstairs in a daze.

Qin Jingshen has already prepared a meal, which is fresh shrimp porridge and omelets, which smells very appetizing.

Wen Lang regained consciousness a little: "Why did Mr. Qin wake up so early?"

"As I said last time, I will cook something delicious for you today." Qin Jingshen sat down opposite him, "How soon will your assistant come to pick you up?"

Wen Lang calculated the time: "About 10 minutes."

Qin Jingshen hummed: "Don't worry, eat slowly."

However, His Majesty Taotie also eats quickly when he is not in a hurry.

Ten minutes later, Wen Lang put down the bowl, squinted his eyes and smiled: "It's delicious, thank you, Mr. Qin."

"It's okay." Qin Jingshen said, "It's good to put the bowl in the sink. Your assistant will be here soon. You can take the things away."

This line is inexplicably familiar, and it always reminds Wen Lang of the patriarch, Bai Ze.

He smiled and said hello, put the bowl in the sink as he said, and went upstairs to take the suitcase down.

As soon as he went downstairs, the phone rang.

Wen Lang connected, and Shu He's voice quickly came out of the microphone: "Brother Lang, I'm downstairs in your community, are you recovering soon?"

Wen Lang responded, hung up the phone, took out a mask from his small backpack and put it on, Egg Yolk and Ju Baoer followed like shadows, their tails flicking.

Wen Lang took them out, and Qin Jingshen suddenly said in a low voice beside him: "How long will the variety show be recorded?"

Wen Lang thought for a while: "It should be a month, but there are only five days of recording in a week, and the other two days should be considered holidays, so you can come back."

After finishing speaking, he smiled and shook the Shiba Inu keychain in his hand: "Mr. Qin, see you in five days."

Qin Jingshen's eyes stopped on the fluffy Shiba Inu doll for a few seconds, and he murmured: "Okay."

Three minutes later, Wen Lang dragged the suitcase out the door, followed by two fluffy animals.

Shu He had seen Wen Lang when he first came down, and came over to help with the luggage with a wink, Wen Lang carried the egg yolk and Ju Bao'er into the car, and found that Song Li was actually there.

I have never seen any agent so idle, wandering around every day.

Song Li was very unconvinced: "Isn't it because you're too hot? And I'm afraid that you might resist, so I have to come over and take a look, and I'm heartbroken."

Wen Lang didn't want to argue with this aged monster, so he hummed perfunctorily a few times.

Song Li had nothing to do with him: "Have you remembered the process?"

Wen Lang nodded: "I almost remember it, but there is one problem. I still don't know who the other guests are."

Although the official Weibo previously announced the list of recording guests, except for Wen Lang, everyone else is a feature code.

For example, Mr. Panda, who is not rare, and Miss Rabbit, who is very fierce.

"Actually, I don't know either." Song Li said frankly, "The program team has done a good job of keeping secrets. If it wasn't for the sake of gaining the wind, I wouldn't directly say your name. I remember that you still have a code name. "

Wen Lang was a little curious: "What?"

Song Li laughed: "Mr. Not Bald who is obsessed with old-age care."

Wen Lang: ...

Addicted to retirement?Not bald?

I'm afraid this program group wants to make trouble!

The author has something to say: Wen Langlang: "Am I bald?! Ah?!!"

Mr. Qin: "Not bald."

Mr. Qin: "[Voice message] compare your heart."