Wan Chukong returned the shoes to him, put on slippers that suit him and stood there again.

"You can be a little more casual." Qi Ji said again.

Wan Chukong moved to the living room. Qi Ji's home was very clean, and he had cleaned it up at first sight. His eyes couldn't help but fall on Qi Ji, and his blue hair was extremely conspicuous under the light of the fluorescent lights.

"You don't wear glasses?" Wan Chukong asked him.

Qi Ji raised his hand and scratched his cheek, looking a little restrained, "I didn't wear it today."

"Isn't wearing it just to see me?"

You can't say that, but there's nothing wrong with saying that.

Especially when a man looks there, his expression naturally asks this sentence, as if he is just a chat.

Qi Ji stammered for a moment, prepared to say something but did not give him a chance to say it.

"I asked you for your request and made you wait for a long time." Wan Chukong looked at him, "Aren't you angry?"

Qi Ji blinked and shook his head again. There was nothing to be angry about. Everyone was very busy. Everyone had their own affairs, and they did not set the time in advance.

So it doesn't matter.

He is not angry.

Moreover... Qi Ji couldn't help but secretly glance at Wan Chukong. He went to check Wan Chukong because he was curious.

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"It seems that I'm not angry." Wan Chukong smiled again. His smile was full of fraud, which made people think that he was such a gentle person in his bones. "But I still have to apologize, sorry for letting you wait for me for so long."

"No, nor did you wait for it." Qi Ji said, and for a moment, red crawled all over his neck and ears. He blushed easily. He danced, sweated, and was at a loss, but it was not exaggerated. The thin red covered the place where the pulse was beating and to the upper right of the Adam's apple.

Qi Ji has a very outstanding appearance.

There is no doubt about this, otherwise you would not have made a debut as an idol, and you would not have been forced to be a "wife" by netizens.

But the entertainment industry is the least short of outstanding people. If you are good-looking and interesting, you can get more favor. Obviously, Qi Ji only occupies the former, and you are not very good at chatting in variety shows or private.

"Is this your family so nervous about what you are doing? Or are you still afraid of me?" Wan Chukong asked him.

Qi Ji shook his head and denied it, diverting the issue and asking him what he wanted to drink.

The two of them entered the kitchen together. Qi Ji liked to stock up on things. The refrigerator was full of everything. The moment he opened it, he turned sideways and showed it to Wan Chukong.

Wan Chukong was obviously stunned for a moment, and then said, "You are very similar to my brother."

Qiao Qirui is six and a half years old this year and also likes to store snacks at home.

"What do you want to drink?" Qi Ji stared at the pudding in the refrigerator. He was so hungry.

Wan Chukong asked in turn: "What do you like to drink?"

Qi Ji took out the white grape juice from it, Wan Chukong took it over and said, "Thank you", and then asked him: "Did you not have eaten yet?"

Qi Ji was full of energy, his eyes lit up, "I haven't eaten yet, I want to cook noodles, do you want to eat more?"

Wan Chukong has always been good at observing, and Qi Ji's thoughts were so easy to guess. Then he pursed the corner of his mouth and raised the glass bottle in his hand, "No need, I'll just drink this."

Qi Ji opened fire in the kitchen, and Wan Chukong leaned against the door and looked at him.

"Qiji."

"Hmm?" Qi Ji turned around.

"Why do you want to be a boy group?"

"At the beginning, my friend thought, he pulled me with me." Qi Ji put the noodles into the pot, looking very serious, but Wan Chukong was only concerned about looking at the duckling slippers on his feet.

"Friend? Is it the one I had with you at the last party?" Wan Chukong had a vague impression, and it doesn't matter who it is.

Qi Ji nodded.

"What about you?"

Qi Ji didn't react for a moment and turned to look at Wan Chukong.

He was asking him if he wanted to be an idol.

Qi Ji was slightly stunned, and looked at the noodles in the pot, layers of hot air rose up.

Wan Chukong got an answer in his few seconds of hesitation, "If you don't want to say it, you can just say it, just treat it as a casual chat, and you don't have to answer me anything."

"May I?"

"Why can't it?" Wan Chukong's voice softened, "It's my reference to ask you to help you with a new drama. You can reject me."

Qi Ji seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and then asked Wan Chukong: "Do you really not eat it?"

Wan Chukong shook his head and Qi Ji said, "Then I won't put the seasonings."

"Why?"

"To control your weight, it is best not to have heavy oil and salt." So you can't eat pudding either.

"You are already very thin." Wan Chukong turned his head slightly, Qi Ji's hair was pinned behind his ears, and it was facing this side of Wan Chukong, revealing his complete side face. His eyelashes were clustered apart, his lower jaw curved smoothly, and his neck was slender, and the blue blood vessels under the skin could be vaguely seen.

Qi Ji smiled at him, a smile that was naturally without any thoughts.

The noodles were served on the table, with a few slices of vegetables floating inside. It looked so clear and watery that there was no appetite, but Qi Ji was very happy to eat.

Wan Chukong looked at him and knew that the reference object was found the wrong person.

Qiji is too ordinary.

The "ordinary" here is not derogatory. Qi Ji's life is ordinary, plain and fulfilling, and there is nothing bad about it, but it's just that it's not a good deal with the characters in his play.

But he still felt that it was a good thing that he came today.

Qi Ji raised his head, his beautiful eyes were covered with mist, but even if he couldn't see clearly, it wouldn't be vigilant. He was too unaggressive.

He asked appropriately, "Do you really not eat anything?"

Wan Chukong: "Then do you want to give me half of it?"

...is to be kidding.

Qi Ji couldn't tell it.

"I'm kidding." said the person opposite.

Qi Ji was very at ease and had a meal.

All cats are like this. Even if they give them to you on the surface, they actually think: they are all mine.

Wan Chukong watched him eat patiently, just like he went to feed Qiqi every time, he always had to see it finish eating before leaving.

"Brother, even if you don't look at it, it won't be lost." Qiao Qirui promised repeatedly before, "I must remember to close the door."

Wan Chukong said on the surface that he "get it", but he will stay next to the cat.

As for whether the other two cats eat or not.

He doesn't care.

Only when he seizes the Qiqi rice bowl will he use his feet to pick up the long cat.

My younger brother observed for a long time and couldn't figure out whether his brother liked cats or didn't like it. He said he liked it. He didn't see his brother being very close to cats, and said he didn't like it, and he still protected Qiqi so much.

But at the end of the meal, Qi Ji suddenly got up and took out the pudding from the refrigerator.

"I can't eat this for you."

The kitten was reluctant to leave, but loosened the paws that were buckled on it.

Wan Chukong didn't react for a while, until Qi Ji asked, "Don't you eat pudding?"

"Thank you." Wan Chukong accepted it.

"Is it okay for your room to have the door open?" Wan Chukong finally couldn't help asking when he passed by Qiji's room.

Qi Ji stopped, "It's okay, there's nothing in the room..."

"Then can I ask what that is?" Wan Chukong pointed to the waiting pillow on Qi Ji's bed, which was printed with an orange-haired girl with a cheerful smile. She looked like an anime character. He saw it when he first entered the house, so he stopped.

Qi Ji suddenly felt embarrassed, but his eyes looked at Wan Chukong with a very honest look, as if conveying the most basic trust in human beings.

He said: "My wife."

Wan Chukong: "..."

Wan Chukong tried to digest these three words and finally commented: "Well... your wife is very cute."

Qi Ji was very happy, "Yes, I feel so too."

Wan Chukong even responded to him: "Yes."

Qiao Qirui also regarded Spider-Man as an idol and set up a cabinet of Spider-Man figures at home.

It's understandable.

Besides, he had just received a "bribe" from Qi Ji, and he still had a faint smell of milk in his mouth, so he couldn't bear to dispel the other party's enthusiasm.

Qi Ji turned on the TV, and it wouldn't be too embarrassing to have a sound, but Wan Chukong asked him: "Is there a program you want to watch?"
To be continued...