Why do you have a crush on me again

Chapter 93 Extra Story 3 Secret Love step4

When Ling Mo's words fell, the young man in front of him showed a happy smile, like a kitten about to turn its belly to bask in the sun, with complete trust and satisfaction in the corners of its eyes and brows.

Ling Mo reached out his hand and touched his head.

Finally touched it, his hair brushed against Ling Mo's palm, it was a little hard, but it looked like grass blades emerging from the soil, he raised his head stubbornly but acted like a baby when it was touched by the skin difficult to handle.

Qu Yun tilted his head: "Brother Ling, do you think you are a husky?"

The corners of Ling Mo's lips were slightly sunken, and he turned his face sideways following Qu Yun's angle: "What do you think?"

"Okay. It's a pity... It would be great if there were noodles. The noodles soaked in bone broth must be very tasty and delicious." Qu Yun lowered his head again, grabbed the bone inside with his hands, and bit the joint of meat.But although the taste of this piece of meat is good, the location is very tiring, Qu Yun has already rubbed half of his face, and he hasn't chewed it off yet.

"It's really a husky now." Ling Mo said softly.

"Huh? What?" Qu Yun raised his eyes.

"It's nothing."

After finishing the soup, Qu Yun sat under the sun, squinting his eyes and continued to watch Lao Liang and his team play basketball.

When Lao Liang scored a goal, Qu Yun began to boo, causing others to point their fingers at him.

When one is full, one becomes lazy. Qu Yun squinted his eyes and deliberately touched the lighter and cigarettes that Lao Liang put on the steps, but the cigarette case was already empty.

"Oh, my god! Don't throw the trash on the steps! Isn't the trash can right there!" Qu Yun unhappily folded up the cigarette case, threw it into the trash can not far away .

Someone held a pack of cigarettes and handed it to Qu Yun.

"take it."

Qu Yun was stunned, because it was Ling Mo's hand. The other party sat beside him very leisurely, with his long legs folded. His trousers were of good quality, in stark contrast to Qu Yun's camouflage pants.

"I... I'm going to find you a newspaper as a cushion?"

"The newspaper may not be clean on the steps." Ling Mo lightly pressed his hand on the back of Qu Yun's head, signaling him to continue watching basketball.

Qu Yun looked at it for two seconds, and couldn't help asking: "Where did you get the cigarettes?"

"Why don't I have a cigarette?"

"You seem to be very strict with yourself, like this every day." Qu Yun pulled the corners of his eyes with his fingers, and made a very serious gesture, "And you like to be clean and don't like smelly things. Smoking smells on you, and you shouldn't like it."

"I ask you a question."

"You have a question for me? You ask, you ask!"

"If you like someone who likes to smoke occasionally, but it's not serious, are you willing to smoke with him, or are you determined not to let him smoke?"

"Huh? Then I will smoke with you! Have fun!"

"That's it." Ling Mo didn't continue the topic and looked ahead.

Qu Yun thought for a while, then continued to ask: "Senior Brother Ling... Do you have someone you like? Who do you like?"

"What kind of person do you think I will like?" Ling Mo raised his eyes following the ball into the basket.

"Then she must...be as beautiful as a fish and a wild goose, and her IQ is overwhelming!"

"I can't see that you are so narcissistic." Ling Mo raised his hand casually, and tapped the back of Qu Yun's head again.

"Ah! Don't press my head! You will become stupid! And it has nothing to do with narcissism."

With a cigarette in his mouth, Qu Yun's slender figure really resembles Old Liang.

The basketball was played until almost sunset, and everyone decided to have a meal.

One of the teammates passed by Qu Yun's side and sniffed it enviously: "You are so lucky! You were shot and missed an important position, and you were on vacation for half a month! You are already smoking high-end cigarettes now." !"

Qu Yun immediately stuffed the box of cigarettes into his pocket: "It's not mine, it's Professor Ling's!"

"Come on, come on, like a pup guarding a small basin, smoke slowly!"

Seeing that everyone was going to have dinner, and no one was robbing him of the pack of cigarettes, he stood up.

Lao Liang came up to him, and asked with a smile: "Little Cricket, you are honorably injured this time. Didn't you have to write a report for the whole process?"

As soon as this was mentioned, Qu Yun's face collapsed: "Don't mention it! Chen Dayong, who has no loyalty, said that he typed slowly, and his writing was slow, so he asked me to write! How could I do it! I am good at writing reviews, Writing mission reports... Our captain always asks me if I'm insane."

Old Liang winked at Qu Yun: "You idiot, pretending to be logical and telling the brother who is ready to grab you not to ask for advice, isn't this a waste of resources?"

"Brother..." Qu Yun immediately looked at Ling Mo eagerly, "Help me write a report..."

Ling Mo raised his hand and glanced at his watch: "I'm going back."

"Ah..." Qu Yun immediately showed a disappointed expression.

"Aren't you still recovering from your injury? Ask Lao Liang to say hello to your team. Come over to my side tomorrow."

Ling Mo's words made Qu Yun's disappointed expression immediately turn into surprise, and Lao Liang beside him thought it was funny.

"You kid is lucky, you can use Professor Ling to move us!"

While Lao Liang was talking, Ling Mo had already left.

That night, Ling Mo was sitting in front of his desk, propping his chin with one hand, and continued to look at the metal bullet under the lamp, with a hint of blood seeping through it.

When Lao Liang arranged the guard work for the night and was about to knock on Ling Mo's door, he heard Ling Mo talking on the phone with Mr. Song from the Juli Group.

Guessing that Song Zhi was trying to persuade Ling Mo to go back quickly, he would be in the dangerous country K if he didn't continue.

"My research didn't lead to the results I wanted and I'm going to stay a little longer."

Well, he said that, based on the principle of respect, Mr. Song would only burn money to match Ling Mo's willfulness.

The next morning, Qu Yun came to the place where Ling Mo was, and Lao Liang waved to him, "Come here, Master, I'll take a look for you! Didn't you just go out after dressing up today? Look at you!" The coat is clean, as if it has been ironed. Ouch, I even took a shower before going out!"

"Where can I take a shower! I just poured hot water and wiped it off!"

"Why do you make it look like you're here on a blind date?" Lao Liang joked, but he also played tricks, putting one leg on the entrance.Let Qu Yun have no way to go around him.

"Qu Yun, come in."

Ling Mo's voice sounded, and Qu Yun was saved immediately.He lifted his chin triumphantly towards Lao Liang, Lao Liang retracted his legs and let him go, and Qu Yun walked in triumphantly.

But as soon as he arrived at the door of Ling Mo's room, he put away his smug expression and was checking whether his collar was buttoned properly when the door suddenly opened. Ling Mo stood there and saw Qu Yun arranging his clothes with both hands. collar.

"Is your collar tight?" Ling Mo asked lightly.

Qu Yun immediately showed a big smile: "When you see Professor Ling, you have to be neat and tidy, just like accepting an inspection by the leader. You can be more casual when you see Senior Brother Ling. So are you Professor Ling or Senior Brother Ling now?"

Ling Mo's gaze stayed on Qu Yun's face for a moment and then moved away.

"come in."

Qu Yun touched his head and walked in.Ling Mo handed a report printed out on the desktop to Qu Yun. Qu Yun was stunned when he saw it, and then showed an expression of admiration.

"That's amazing! You have explained everything clearly, and you remember many details clearly!"

Ling Mo sat down at the desk and looked at Qu Yun. He looked like a primary school student being pointed out by the teacher: "The time and place of the incident, what did the other party do, what did you do, why did you make such a decision, and what was the result? , write clearly.”

Qu Yun sat down opposite Ling Mo and watched Ling Mo lower his head to read the paper.

"Some people are suitable for thinking, some people are suitable for inventing and creating, and some people are logical, like you, brother."

"What about you? What are you suitable for?" Ling Mo raised his eyes slightly and asked.

"Me..." Qu Yun thought for a while, "I am suitable to protect you."

"It's suitable to be fed by me."

"what?"

"Aren't you staying for lunch?"

"Ah, yes!"

"Isn't that being fed by me?" Ling Mo raised his wrist, "Bring me a cup of coffee."

"Oh! Good!"

As long as he could stay for dinner, Qu Yun didn't mind being ordered by Ling Mo.

Qu Yun searched for a long time and found two or three packs of Nestle instant.After carefully looking at it for a long time, and there were still two months left, Qu Yun happily soaked it in hot water, and then served it to Ling Mo.

"Brother, it's hot!"

Ling Mo raised his eyes and said, "Play by yourself for a while."

"Okay! Do you want me to wash the vegetables for you?"

"The dishes are all washed in the group. You can't wash the dishes clean."

Qu Yun didn't take Ling Mo's words as criticism at all, and walked around here with his pockets in his pocket.

This is a suite, the outside is a study plus living room, and the inside is a bedroom.

Qu Yun didn't dare to enter Ling Mo's bedroom, and studied Ling Mo's bookshelf by himself.

At this time, Lao Liang came in to deliver the documents, came to Ling Mo's desk, and picked up the coffee cup curiously, half of the coffee in it was drunk, "My God, you actually drink instant coffee?"

"Isn't coffee like that?" Qu Yun turned around and asked.

Ling Mo didn't speak, and took the coffee cup back from Lao Liang.

"Well, little cricket, I'm here to teach you the basics of coffee. Instant coffee...it's not really coffee. What Professor Ling drinks is espresso."

Lao Liang talked about the process of coffee grinding and distillation from beginning to end.

"The coffee is bitter every time I drink it... I still like to drink tea."

"Old Liang, don't you have anything else to do?" Ling Mo's voice rose.

"Ah? No."