The president is cold during the day and kisses at night

Chapter 345
Wen Qing raised her head and saw that the person who came was Shang Ke, she replied: "A small insect made up for fun."

"You know how to make up?" Shang Ke asked calmly.

Wen Qing's tone was also very casual: "Didn't you question it last time, have you forgotten how I answered you back then?"

Shang Ke said lightly: "Sorry, I have a bad memory."

In fact, Shang Ke's memory is not bad, but Wen Qing was not surprised when he heard that his memory was not good. Shang Ke has no reason to remember what she said, which is understandable.

So there is nothing to say.

Since Shang Ke's position blocked Wen Qing's light, she reminded him: "Stand here to block the light, stand to the side."

Shang Ke moved half a step aside, barely making a sound.

After squatting down, he stretched out his hand to grab the grasshopper that Wen Qing hadn't finished weaving.Wen Qing didn't notice that Shang Ke's hands were trembling, but only noticed that Shang Ke suddenly snatched his things.

Wen Qing withdrew his hand, leaving Shang Ke free.

She turned to look at Shang Ke and asked, "Do you want it?"

Shang Ke's expression was the same: "I want to see, can I?"

Wen Qing couldn't refuse this sincere look.

"If you want to see it, just say it, why grab it as soon as it comes up." Wen Qing then gave Shang Ke the grasshopper that hadn't finished weaving in his hand: "But I haven't finished weaving it yet, it's just a semi-finished product, Don't look at me and run on me again."

"No." Shang Ke reached out to take it.

There is a big gap between semi-finished products and finished products.

The semi-finished product looks like a small insect, but it is impossible to tell what kind of insect it is weaving.The finished product can be seen at a glance what is woven.

Shang Ke clearly remembers that the last time he saw this kind of handmade insect was when he divorced Wen Qing...

Wen Qing noticed Shang Ke's sad face, thinking that the little insects he wove brought back some bad memories for him, and wanted to comfort him but didn't know where to start.

"Then what, Shang Ke, you..."

The well-prepared comforting words were on the lips, but Shang Ke said with disgust: "It's ugly."

Wen Qing: "..."

I rub!

"Dare to make you ugly and depressed, right?" Wen Qing snatched back the semi-finished grasshopper, cursing and muttering: "You are depressed by being ugly, I am really depressed, I am not in a good mood at night. "

She casually threw away the half-finished grasshopper and wanted to get up.Shang Ke pressed her shoulder: "Wen Qing, wait a minute."

"what?"

Shang Ke went to pick up the semi-finished product that Wen Qing threw away just now, put it in front of Wen Qing, and asked her: "Can you..."

"You can take it if you want, anyway, it's your eyes that are ugly." Wen Qing thought that was what Shang Ke meant.

Shang Ke calmly explained: "I want to say, can you finish this semi-finished product?"

Wen Qing didn't quite understand Shang Ke's brain circuit: "I'm so ugly that your eyes are ugly, I'm sorry, but I don't have that skill."

"I didn't mean that just now," Shang Ke explained to her, and he was bound to express his original intention clearly.

Wen Qing waved her hand: "Okay, I know, I'll make it up, let's do it."

She took the woven straw from Shang Ke's hand, and before continuing, she said, "Let's talk about it first, don't fight ugly again."

Shang Ke assured her: "No."

"It's almost there."

When Wen Qing continued knitting, Shang Ke squatted beside her and looked at her.Intuition made Wen Qing feel that what Shang Ke was looking at was not the woven straw in her hand, but her.

But she has no proof.

Because whenever she raised her eyes, she saw Shang Ke focusing on the weaving grass in her hand!
"Shang Ke." She called his name.

Shang Ke replied yes.

Wen Qing asked: "You don't sleep at night, why are you out wandering?"

"Are you talking about me, or yourself?" Shang Ke asked back.

"What's wrong with me?" Under Yingchuo's light, Wen Qing was dissatisfied.

Shang Ke reminded her: "You don't sleep at night, come out and sit next to the dog shed, what's going on, are you planning to sleep next to the dog tonight?"

Wen Qing: "..."

I rub!

Shang Ke, despite his good looks, has such a cheap mouth!
"I can't sleep, so I come out to relax." She said.

Shang Ke: "By the way, talk to Gouzi about what's on your mind?"

"Huh! Everyone is asleep, I can't sleep, what's wrong with going out to talk to Gouzi? Is it in your way!" Wen Qing retorted forcefully.

"You can find me." Shang Ke recommended himself.

Wen Qing pointed at Shang Ke: "Looking for you?"

Shang Ke nodded, his expression was not joking, but serious.

"Looking for you? It's better to look for a dog." Wen Qing said.

This time it's Shang Ke's turn: "..."

! !
Wen Qing skillfully turned the semi-finished product into a finished product.

"Ah……"

Wen Qing just finished.

Shang Ke just heard a low laugh.

At first it sounded like a self-deprecating laugh, but Wen Qing looked at Shang Ke's expression, and found that his expression looked indescribably sad.

Wen Qing was stunned.

I don't know why Shang Ke suddenly showed such an expression.

She asked uncertainly and cautiously: "It must not be because of me this time, right?"

Shang Ke shook his head.

Seeing him shaking his head, Wen Qing breathed a sigh of relief, and said to her heart that luckily it wasn't because of her, otherwise she would always think that what she said just now had stimulated Shang Ke and made Shang Ke nervous.

People can emo.

But not nervous.

Otherwise, a lot of weird things will happen.

Wen Qing gave the grasshopper to Shang Ke: "I didn't make any mistakes today, and I feel that the compilation is not bad. This is for you."

"Thank you." Shang Ke took it.

Pretty polite.

Wen Qing wiped her palms and was about to get up, but Shang Ke grabbed her wrist: "Wait a minute."

Wen Qing turned her head and asked, "Is there anything else?"

It's very late, and if I don't go to bed again, I won't be able to get up early tomorrow.

During the recording of the program, the guests consciously try not to sleep in as much as possible.Wen Qing's consciousness is quite good.

Shang Ke tightly held the grasshopper that Wen Qing gave him just now, and his heart was full of twists and turns, and the feeling in it was unspeakable.He calmed down for a long time before slowly opening his mouth: "I want to tell you a story, would you give me some time to listen to the story I tell?"

"Telling a story...?" Hearing that Shang Ke wanted to tell a story to himself, Wen Qing looked embarrassed: "But it's late now, why don't we tell it tomorrow."

Shang Ke felt bitter: "This story won't be very long."

Why are you sad again.

Wen Qing couldn't figure out Shang Ke's mind.

If the story isn't too long, it's fine.

She took the mobile phone on the lawn, pressed the Home button to check the time, then turned off the screen of the mobile phone, and said to Shang Ke: "Then you tell it. But first, you can't scare me with ghost stories."

Shang Ke said, "I won't scare you."

Wen Qing felt relieved.

"Mind if I sit next to you?" Shang Ke pointed to the seat next to Wen Qing.

Wen Qing nodded: "You can do whatever you want."

The lawn is very flat, and sitting cross-legged is the most comfortable.

(End of this chapter)