Mu Qiu thought, if she were Mao Dodo, she’d already be too frustrated to write.
The thought made her happy.
Happily got off the car, happily took Cheng Zhirang’s arm into the house, happily called Zhao Yu.
Cheng Zhirang didn’t quite understand why her expression changed so frequently, but seeing her so happy, he could only lower his eyes with a smile and shake his head.
He followed her up to the second floor, watching her flit like a butterfly to the big balcony, dive into the sofa to make a call, and even beckon to him while waiting for the call to connect.
"Co and keep company."
Cheng Zhirang was willing to indulge her, borrowed her tablet, and sat on the other end of the long sofa looking at the script.
Mu Qiu was at the other end, swinging her feet and whispering to Zhao Yu.
"Seriously, for the first ti, it feels amazing to speak sarcastically."
"Are you cat sick? It’s a great weekend, and you call just to say this?" Zhao Yu was still lying on the bed, feeling a toothache from her cheerful tone,
"Last night was like a blissful dream for you, how about ? I was using my data to battle for you! Trying to catch up on sleep and still have to listen to you yamr on."
"I swear, last night I wasn’t blissful at all." Mu Qiu said.
Cheng Zhirang paused as he finished the first scene of the script.
A few seconds later, he lowered his head again to turn to the second scene.
Mu Qiu seed to sense, glanced at him, and lowered her voice a bit when talking to Zhao Yu: "I’m on my period."
"... Oh~~ got it, guarding in agony without eating, no wonder you’re so energetic. Is he beside you?"
"Yeah. Problem?"
"Of course problem," Zhao Yu lowered her voice, sneakily asked, "I snuck onto your author’s friend’s Weibo, he was the first to speak up for you this ti, lots of people are saying you have a good relationship, does he feel unhappy about it?"
"No. He doesn’t think anything of it at all. You think Qing Rong looks... nevermind, you haven’t seen him."
Besides, Qing Rong indeed looks sowhat good-looking, though in her view he’s nowhere near as handso as Cheng Zhirang.
"It’s okay, I haven’t seen him, but others have. I snuck a blurry photo of him from Weibo, from the vague features, a hint of handsoness can be perceived."
"...Didn’t you say work was exhausting, and you didn’t want to waste your weekend on scrolling Weibo?"
"Well, you wouldn’t know, I bought a fund that day, my boss casually gave a tip, and recently my wealth has skyrocketed!"
With money, the mood is great, waking up every morning full of energy.
"Your boss?" Mu Qiu squinted her eyes, "Am I about to see a story of ’Office employee and boss’s untold tale’? Or perhaps I can directly write a beautiful story for you two."
Zhao Yu: "If you’ve got ti, why not go change into a little pink."
"Makes sense. Goodbye, you rest well, I’m off to indulge in beauty."
Zhao Yu: "Please disappear quickly, I can’t stand listening anymore."
Mu Qiu laughed and hung up the phone, then headed to the bathroom.
Cheng Zhirang was sitting on the sofa, watching her flutter away and back again, finally diving into his arms.
"Happy?"
"Happy," Mu Qiu lay on him, smiling with eyes curved, "Defeating the opponent with words feels quite fulfilling."
She only said this, not ntioning why she retaliated, who was on the receiving end, or what started the conflict.
Cheng Zhirang didn’t inquire further, just embraced her, smiling gently.
The tablet was set aside, the two of them snuggled intimately, occasionally kissed, and most of the ti Cheng Zhirang was listening to Mu Qiu’s laughter and chatter.
The balcony was filled with crisp laughter, sunlight sprinkled down, passing through the wind-blown white curtains, dotted on the two of them.
Cheng Zhirang experienced an unprecedented sense of relaxation and joy.
"When autumn cos, or maybe early spring next year, let’s go for a picnic?! Find a manor to have fun, okay?"
"Okay. Just us?"
"Call Sister Guan Yu and the others! If Li Yang has ti and Brother Huai is willing, they can all co! The more, the rrier~"
Her voice tails off as she speaks, like she’s being coy, adorably playful.
Cheng Zhirang swallowed, agreed, then gently held her neck, kissing tenderly.
Mu Qiu curled her legs, sitting in his arms, obediently embraced his neck, welcod him.
The balcony quieted down, leaving only two intimate figures intertwined.
As things escalated, Mu Qiu pushed against his chest, eased him away.
"...Easy to get infected."
Cheng Zhirang felt helplessly amused, covered his eyes leaning back.
Mu Qiu lay on him, reaching out to touch his Adam’s apple, which he caught.
"If you know it’s easy to get infected, don’t be naughty."
"...Oh."
The quiet flirtation was slightly grinding.
"Um—" she reached with her other hand to his collar, kept her eyes low, biting her lip for a while before finishing,
"If you think it’s appropriate, I can go on Thursday."
Cheng Zhirang paused.
He released his hand covering his eyes, slightly raised his head to look at her, voice still deep: "I’ve always thought there’s no inappropriate ti. But are you really willing to go?"
"So things are more tangled in ordinary tis, but a good mood and impulse can make a decision. I feel like I can go now. Aunt must have seen those rumors, right? Would she mind?"
"We’re already together, it’s not rumors. She called to invite you, but also said it might be a bit rude, you don’t have to go if you don’t want."
Sounds like the family is polite, Mu Qiu rested her chin on his shoulder, holding him contemplating.
Cheng Zhirang quietly waited.
After a while, she said: "Then I’ll decide to go for now. But tell Aunt tomorrow, I’m afraid I’ll regret it by then."
"Okay. Think about it carefully, if possible, it might be good to call your parents too. Although it’s just for a al, being open about it is better."
"Hmm... I’ll think about it. Did I interrupt your script reading?"
She got up, took her phone, and walked aside.
"I’ll look at docunts, you read your script well."
Her flipping up was swift enough, Cheng Zhirang didn’t have ti to say they could lean together to read.
But on second thought, maybe she didn’t like being clingy for too long, so let it be.
Doing their own business at peace was quite good too.
He picked up the tablet again, continuing his script study from where he left off.
Mu Qiu, on the other hand, dazed for a while, frowned pondering the term "eting the parents," eventually shook her head, picked up the phone to open her stash, carefully selected a book.
A top ten angst novel’s third contestant, the author reputed for repeatedly trampling on the heroine’s heart and "gaining fa."
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