msmithbooks Chapter 281 Inexplicable Familiarity
Chapter 281 Inexplicable Familiarity
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Qian Ling came to the restaurant on the first floor.
Breakfast was already on the table, the same dishes as usual, but this time it didn't appeal to his appetite so much.
He didn't even know where to sit.
Wen Bo said: "What are you doing standing there, isn't there a place here?"
His gaze lightly swept over the position beside him.
Qian Ling was stunned for a moment, then pointed to herself, "Do you mean I can sit next to you?"
Wen Bo: "..."
He himself didn't know why he said such words suddenly, but inexplicably met those eyes full of expectation, and the feeling of deja vu surged back.
He nodded slightly, "Yeah."
"Thank you."
Qian Ling pulled out the chair, sat down, and smiled sincerely at Wen Bai.
Wen Bo's ears were inexplicably hot, but he still said coldly with a straight face: "Stop laughing, keep your mouth open for dinner."
"Oh."
Although Qian Ling was slow, she could still feel Wen Bai's obvious change of attitude, and immediately felt that her appetite improved.
He picked up the chopsticks and subconsciously picked the few foods he liked.
Wen Bo looked at him, paused, his eyes became complicated.
He had observed Qianling's preferences before.
And the 'Anqing' in front of him seemed to be possessed by a shallow spirit, no matter from what he ate or how he chewed slowly.
The goodwill he had accumulated disappeared in an instant, Wen Bai frowned, and pressed his wrist.
"I thought you would improve, but I didn't expect you to get worse. No matter how much you imitate him, you will never be able to become him."
The fearful viewers who knew the truth said one after another:
——Is there a possibility that he is not an imitation, but a deity?
——Hahahaha Wen Bo, your road is narrowed.
—— Such a good strategy opportunity is given to you, you don’t like it.
……
Qian Ling, whose wrist was grasped vigorously, frowned. He wanted to break free, but Wen Bo held it tightly.
It's more like grasping some kind of obsession.
Qian Ling said: "I didn't imitate anyone, I have always been like this."
Wen Bo's brows were tightly frowned, and he listened to this man's words in a strange way, and he actually felt that those misty eyes were inexplicably clean and clear.
This strange contradiction is like a dam with no opening to vent, the water level rises and the tide surges.
"Ah, show your affection so early in the morning." Pei Zijing sat down opposite him as if watching a play, "It seems that you get along well, and you are reluctant to let go of your hands."
Wen Bo came back to his senses, and immediately let go of his hand.
The obvious finger prints on the white wrist, like the most beautiful clusters of pink and white blooming in the bright sun.
Sensing his gaze, Qian Ling rolled down his sleeves to cover his wrists, lowered his head, and moved the bowl and seat in the opposite direction.
Wen Bo: "..."
The person I hated before suddenly stopped posting, and I was in a bad mood.
Pei Zijing watched this scene with great interest, it's really strange, why didn't he think that besides An Qing, there are other people who can be so cute?
"Hey," Pei Zijing looked at Qianling, "Why don't you stay with him, Wen Bai, I think he's cute too, and it happens that there are few people who will grab it from me."
The barrage of Fear Tour live broadcast:
——Pei Zijing: I'll give it to my wife.
——Sure enough, he is a ruthless person. Can you give me my unwanted precious wife?I took it home and hid it.
—Is that fair to say?
——Will Pei Zijing shed tears after knowing the truth?
……
Wen Bo didn't say yes or no, he just rolled his eyes at him, "Dream."
At this moment, two footsteps sounded one after the other.
Pei Zijing immediately looked away, and the person behind Shao Cheng said, "Morning, Qianling, are you unhappy today? Why are you so stern?"
Qianling followed suit.
The man sat down next to Shao Cheng, squeezed out a forced smile, "Is there any, maybe he didn't sleep well."
Shao Cheng also seemed to be extraordinarily indifferent today, he didn't even pull the stool for the people next to him, hold the bowls and chopsticks and other small gestures, obviously he was so attentive yesterday.
Pei Zijing said: "Are you... having a conflict?"
Shao Cheng chuckled, "Why, we have a very good relationship, right?"
He turned his head to look at the 'Qian Ling' next to him. The other party's whole body trembled, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and then he was instantly suppressed, shaking his fingers to pick up vegetables for Shao Cheng.
"Yeah, you think too much."
Seeing the interaction between the two people in front of him, Pei Zijing felt very calm inside, without the jealousy and sourness of the past, and even felt a little dispensable?
How can it be? !
That's Qianling, he's not a playful person, how could he lose interest in the person he likes so quickly?
Pei Zijing shook his messy thoughts out of his mind, and his eyes fell on the dining table.
I found a small hand holding the shrimp dumpling in the distance. Because the shrimp dumpling surface is relatively smooth, the chopsticks bounced off after holding it several times in a row.
The black gold-rimmed chopsticks made the hand he was holding look fairer. He was very obsessed with eating that shrimp dumpling, and he was stubborn and inexplicably cute.
Pei Zijing laughed unconsciously.
"I'll help you."
He easily picked up the shrimp dumpling with his serving chopsticks, and when he raised his eyes, he met a pair of pure and beautiful eyes, looking at his chopsticks with a trace of innocence in a daze.
He suddenly felt a jump in his heart, and the familiar feeling came back.
Qianling picked up the bowl obediently, waiting for the feeding.
After waiting for a few seconds, Pei Zijing suddenly became dazed, and he could only whisper: "Can you give it to me?"
The feeling of the heartbeat is stronger.
Give, give anything you want.
Pei Zijing came back to his senses, rationality forced him not to make unnecessary movements under the camera, let go of the chopsticks, and the crystal clear shrimp dumplings fell into Qianling's bowl.
"Thank you."
Qian Ling replied in a low voice, lowering her eyelids, focusing on eating her own food.
Pei Zijing pinched himself several times under the table.
Be sober, how could he not even care about the person he likes.
He forced himself to turn his head to look at the 'Qian Ling' next to him. Although he had the same appearance, he couldn't feel the same throbbing feeling.
Pei Zijing suspected that he was broken.
Why is this happening?
At this moment, 'Qian Ling' looked up, and the moment his eyes met, Pei Zijing subconsciously wanted to avoid it.
wrong.
It shouldn't feel this way.
But the opposite party took the initiative to speak, and said in a soft voice: "Pei Zijing, I also want to eat shrimp dumplings."
"Oh……"
If it was normal, with such a good opportunity, let alone serving food for others, he would be happy to feed it mouth to mouth.
But today he somehow didn't want to do it.
Pei Zijing put down his chopsticks stiffly, turned the disc on the dining table, and turned the drawer of shrimp dumplings in front of 'Qian Ling', dryly said: "That's fine."
Facing Pei Zijing's sudden indifference, An Qing clenched his fists, feeling unwilling. He had already paid so much to become the master of this face, and he wanted more than that.
An Qing jealously swipes past Qian Ling who is sitting alone.
He wants to make him feel pain and despair in front of Qianling.
An Qing said softly: "But I want something else—"
"Shao Cheng, your partner needs help," Pei Zijing smiled, but the content of his words was evasive: "I can't compete with you."
Shao Cheng glanced at the people around him lightly, "Do you need it?"
An Qing, who was swept away, said with a trembling voice, "No, no need, I will do it myself!"
Pei Zijing's eyes fell on Qian Ling who was facing him again, that silent look with drooping eyelashes was so cute no matter how you looked at it.
Qian Ling was eating breakfast in silence, when suddenly a plate was stuffed in front of him, on which were all kinds of things he liked to eat.
"...?"
Qian Ling looked at Pei Zijing blankly, and talked to the system in her heart: Is my face back?
System 663: [... not at all. 】
Then why did he do this?
Qian Ling said, "You gave it to me?"
Pei Zijing also froze for a few seconds before realizing that his behavior might be a little abnormal, and he also understood why he did it.
He didn't want to do that either, but thank you is really nice to hear...
After the meal, everyone went to rehearse the repertoire, and Qian Ling followed suit.
Now he has replaced An Qing's identity, and the corresponding role has also become a princess. There are more lines in the script, but he has not been exposed to them beforehand.
So when Wen Bo said to go straight through, Qian Lingren was numb.
"Can you wait?"
Wen Bai, whose rhythm was interrupted, frowned habitually, "What's your problem?"
"I..." Qian Ling pinched the lines book, her voice could not be lowered, "I need to read the lines again."
Even prepared to be scolded.
And Wen Bo was silent for a while, and looked away, "Half an hour, I only give you half an hour, and then start directly."
Qian Ling raised her head, her eyes were filled with unexpected surprises, and she thought of the little stars twinkling in the sky, "I will try my best!"
Wen Bo froze for a moment, "...Come on."
What he said should be a notice, but why did it turn into encouragement in the end?
Looking at the person who walked to the corner and blocked his ears to recite his lines, Wen Bai couldn't help frowning.
If you really work so hard, if you don't prepare these few lines when you go back, you will waste everyone's time waiting%3F
But he didn't know why, he didn't say such words, even he couldn't understand the reason.
Qian Ling felt that she was just a student cramming for the exam, plugging her ears to block out all the noise around her.
Fortunately, the lines of the fairy tale are not difficult, Qian Lingshun recited it a few times, and memorized all the lines.
When the show officially started, Wen Bo, even a fool, realized something was wrong. He walked onto the stage, pressed Qian Ling's shoulder, "Did you forget what I told you yesterday?"
"Yesterday, what did you say yesterday?"
Qianling really doesn't know, he went to help out yesterday, but he never stayed at the scene.
Whether it is pretending to be stupid or really forgetting.Looking at those round and innocent eyes, Wen Bo lost his temper, "I'll tell you what I need to pay attention to again."
Pei Zijing also said: "Don't be nervous, we can practice twice if we can't do it once, I will accompany you."
Qian Ling nodded vigorously.
Looking at Qian Ling surrounded by the two, An Qing, who was standing under the stage, clenched his fists secretly, and looked at Shao Cheng, who was sitting next door in the auditorium, with vicious but cautious eyes.
Shao Cheng said: "I know what you're thinking, as long as you don't hurt him, I don't care about the rest."