Hypocritical Adonis

Qi Cheng decided that Qi Zhong would eat lighter, so he ordered dumplings. There is no meat on my side, the rice is distinct, and the meat dishes are tender and delicious under the light.

Greedy Qi Zhong chopped up his rice dumplings and even rubbed his rice. Both of them were hungry and Qi Cheng had a big appetite. Just in case they bought more takeouts, who knew Qi Zhong’s illness was better The appetite is so big that they can eat a meal for four people.

Qi Chengpei admired: "It is a blessing to eat."

Qi Zhong patted his stomach, his face satisfied. I think he and Qi Cheng are united on the front line and obviously can live together.

According to Qi Zhong's argument, he sees what kind of boy a boy can like in his own eyes.

The final conclusion is still my own.

But standing alone and doing nothing obviously cannot show his charm. Qi Zhong intends to show Qi Cheng his merits one by one, forcing Qi Cheng to look only to see himself.

It's a great game, it doesn't lose work, it's perfect.

Qi Cheng did not know his ambitions. After eating, Qi Cheng and Qi Zhong cleared the table, and the two lay on the sofa to watch TV.

The variety shows are all playing games, and there are also a lot of laughs. Halfway through Qi Zhong’s class teacher called him and asked about last night. Qi Zhong told him while watching TV, and he followed his mind last night. I recalled it, and when I thought that my girls were grievously wronged with Qi Cheng, they talked and got stuck.

Qi Cheng could hear him without having his ears straight. Qi Zhong was silent for a while. He turned his head and Qi Zhong sneaked over the sofa and stooped to the bathroom, still covering his mouth with one hand, fearing the sound Throw it out, "..."

Qi Cheng's expression was hard to say. If he knew that Qi Cheng was the head teacher on the other end of the phone, he thought that the other party was cheating with the little girl.

He also brought his mobile phone. Compared with Qi Zhong, he has a higher credibility with Mr. Yang. Mr. Yang directly gave him leave and told him when he would come back at the latest.

After a while, Jiang Jing also called him, "How is your friend now."

"Can eat and drink," Qi Cheng lazily, "very edible."

Qi Cheng was very edible, and Jiang Jing was curious. "Can you eat more than you?"

Qi Cheng said seriously: "Anyway, don't lose me."

Uncle Jiang Yun, who is an entertainment person, hates Qi Cheng, a person who does not eat fat, Qi Cheng also pays attention to exercise, but his body fat rate has always been stable, and his muscles are easy to shape. He did not expect Qi Zhong The same is true, but another thought, that guy usually exercise regularly, it should be able to eat.

"Then I will look for you tonight," Jiang Jing said, "Take up the things and eat hot pot tonight to see how much you two can eat."

When Qi Zhong came out of the bathroom, he saw Qi Cheng smiling on the face, and said to the person on the other end of the phone, "Then you buy more, it's best to empty the supermarket."

After Qi Cheng hung up the phone, Qi Zhong sat down, a little curious, "Who?"

Qi Cheng glanced at him and smiled, "You save the benefactor."

Qi Zhong embarrassed his scalp, and he remembered the good brother.

Fortunately, there was one last reason when he had a fever, otherwise he could now get into the sofa.

"Save the benefactor," Qi Zhongji pressed the cheeky face up. "Uncle, do you want to eat together at night?"

"Eat hot pot," Qi Cheng looked at him for a while, and suddenly laughed, "Qi Zhong, you are really the most familiar I have ever seen."

Qi Zhong: "Is it good to divide? I am too lazy to take care of the average person."

He stared at Qi Cheng for a while and smiled at him without restraining, "Qi Cheng, you are not so **** skinny."

Jiang Jingdu said he was coming. After they had trouble, they went to the kitchen to clean up the pots and pans. Qi Cheng was about to brush the bowl. Qi Zhong took his hand and pushed him aside. He picked up the steel wire ball and dipped it with detergent to start brushing.

Qi Cheng's hands brushing the bowl?

He was reluctant.

Qi Cheng stood next to him with a smile, "Do you like to work?"

"Lao likes to die," Qi Zhong seemed impatient. "You rush out, there's nothing to do with you here."

The mobile phone placed on the coffee table suddenly rang, Qi Cheng walked out of the kitchen to answer the phone, "Hello?"

It was still raining outside, and the rain did not tend to become smaller. The sound from the phone was also densely rainy, with extraordinary impatience and coldness.

"It's me," Wu Yuan's voice was colder than Rainy Night, without any emotion, "Qi Cheng, help me."

"You said." Qi Cheng said directly.

He didn't hesitate, Wu Yuan was silent for a while, and when he spoke again, he finally got tired and heavy depression in his voice, "Can you...keep me overnight."

The sound of rain was with his voice.

"Boom."

The sound of something falling to the ground.

Qi Zhong was shocked, and after running out of the kitchen, he saw Qi Cheng picking up an umbrella from the ground and hurriedly put on his coat and walked out.

"Qi Cheng, where are you going?"

Qi Cheng took the car key and opened the door. "I will take Wu Yuan and come back immediately."

He hurriedly walked, Qi Zhong frowned, and asked no more, and ran to the bedroom and took two clothes out and stuffed him, "Take a few more and be careful not to freeze you and Wu Yuan."

Qi Cheng took the clothes from his hand, nodded at him, and was about to close the door. He suddenly warned with a straight face, "No one except me and my uncle should open the door."

"You don't have to wobble your pants." He looked bad.

"Come on, you," Qi Zhong pulled the door shut and slammed it. The last sentence I didn't know was heard by Qi Cheng. "Go early and go back early, and bring Wu Yuan, the big light bulb, back quickly."

But he felt that Qi Cheng should not have heard it, because when he closed the door, Qi Cheng had turned and walked, and the sound of footsteps spread far away in the empty corridor.

Qi Zhong didn't know when he remembered Qi Cheng's usual footsteps. Qi Cheng's footsteps are now less anxious than the usual leisurely laziness.

Bulb……

It’s okay not to hear it, Qi Zhong thought, if instead he was Qi Cheng and Wu Yuan’s light bulbs, now Qi Cheng didn’t hear it, didn’t say it straight, he could still be cheeky and pretend not to know, even if he was stupid on.

After all, Wu Yuan was someone who was injured and Qi Cheng would follow him to the hospital.

Qi Zhong knew that he could not compare.

When Qi Cheng hurriedly came to the place where Wu Yuan said, the sky was already dark.

He was worried that Wu Yuan had been beaten like that last time, so he hurried all the way and his face was expressionless.

This icy and rainy weather, with beating and cold, how could Wu Yuan sustain it.

But when Qi Cheng got out of the car and found Wu Yuan on foot in this ruined alley, he knew he was wrong.

If it was just beaten, Wu Yuan would not be that kind of tone.

This place is not far from Qi Cheng's home. It took more than ten minutes for Qi Cheng to rush over the road, and then he followed the address. When he saw Wu Yuan's shadow, more than twenty minutes had passed.

There is a flower bed deep in the alley at the crossroads. It is said that the flower bed has actually turned into a clay bed. The rain hit the mud without a flower and then popped out with dirty water.

Wu Yuan was sitting next to the quagmire. He didn’t have an umbrella or any rain-proof tools. His body was covered with rain. Qi Cheng didn’t know how long he had been linden, but the water on his body was thicker than the water on the ground. .

Qi Cheng took a breath and ran in his direction the next second.

Wu Yuan heard the sound and turned to look at him.

Qi Cheng couldn't see if he was crying or was holding it back, but his eyes were so red that the blood flow on his face was so submerged that it felt difficult for others to see.

Qi Cheng knew why he did this, because Wu Yuan threw two boxes of wet luggage at the feet.

What it feels like to be homeless for an eighteen-year-old boy, and how it feels to get nowhere to go with the rain in my rainy night.

Qi Cheng put the umbrella in his hand, held the two cardboard boxes together, and took him to the car.

The warm clothes on his body were wet, and the carton in his arms was soaked with water. When the hand was pressed hard, the paper became rotten, and the clothes inside were also wet.

Fucking Qi Cheng's eyes also became red.

It's not a taste.

Qi Cheng refused to give Wu Yuan an umbrella for himself. When they got into the car, they threw Wu Yuan's salute into the rear compartment. Qi Cheng used hard means to push the soaked Wu Yuan into the back seat of the car, and then he took the driver's seat.

The interior of the clean and new car was stained with Wu Yuan's water vapor, Wu Yuan said dumbly: "It's a pity your car."

"Wait for the good weather one day," Qi Cheng said, "you can directly take a hose to wash your car."

Wu Yuan laughed a few times.

After a while, Qi Cheng bowed his head, "Call early next time."

"Well." Wu Yuan.

Qi Cheng didn't rush away after receiving him. He let Wu Yuan take off his wet clothes, handed him the clothes Qi Zhong stuffed him, and asked him to change them.

Wu Yuan took off his clothes in the back seat and put on dry and warm clothes. He let out a long sigh of relief.

"How much are you getting wet?"

"Not many," Qi Cheng started the car. "You pay attention, don't get sick and have a fever."

"I'm in good health." Wu Yuan said.

"The last one on my side pretended to lie down yesterday," Qi Cheng, "wipe the hair."

The two did not speak, and the car was silent for a while. After a while, Wu Yuan dried her hair and took Qi Cheng's handed over cigarettes, and lit a cigarette with her cold blue hands.

Qi Cheng also ordered one.

The fuming smoke inside the car can give people a sense of security. Wu Yuan looked out of the car through the window and drove from the small road to the main road. The lights in the city center were brighter, there were more people, and the roads were cleaner.

After smoking half of the root, he relaxed himself, his voice low, "Is it convenient for me to live?"

Qi Cheng said: "It's convenient to live for a year and a half."

When Jiang Jing came to Qi Cheng's family, he saw only Qi Zhong in the house.

Qi Zhong had already heated the hot water and opened the door for Jiang Jing. "Qi Cheng will come back in a while. He went to pick up his friends."

"OK," Jiang Jing nodded at him. "Then we prepare first, and they will come back and eat."

Qi Zhong and Jiang Jing were busy, washing everything that should be washed, and cutting what should be cut. Qi Cheng’s second uncle can only help wash things. Qi Zhong looked at his knifeman and felt that he was more reliable.

Jiang Jing squatted awkwardly on the ground to choose a dish clumsily, a little surprised, "Will you cook?"

"Specially studied," Qi Zhong snorted, "Aren't you uncle?"

Jiang Jing looked closer and nodded resolutely. "It's really good."

"He has done a lot of work," Qi Zhong put the cut vegetables on the plate, and then cut another one. "When I studied, I learned to cook quickly after learning, and strive to become a chef before graduation."

"At your age, it's rare to be able to cook," Jiang Jing doesn't think so. "It's okay to cook, the chef doesn't need to. Qi Cheng won't do anything, he still only cooks noodles."

Qi Zhong's mouth twitched, "As far as I am concerned, I don't pick it. But if someone picks it, pick it. It's not too difficult to cook."

Jiang Jing didn't hear clearly.

The two were busy for a while, and finally all the preparations were ready. The hot pot bottom material had been boiled in water, which filled the whole house with the scent of pepper.

Beer and Coke Sprite are on the table, and the pork roll and beef roll are in two.

"Why haven't people come yet?" Jiang Jing just finished, the doorbell outside rang.

Qi Zhong stepped forward to open the door, "Yo."

Wu Yuan outside should have been informed by Qi Cheng in advance. The two people outside the door looked at Qi Zhong wearing an apron with a hot pot smell and a good wife and good mother Fan, and also smiled, "Yo."

Behind him, Jiang Jing was wiping his hands and heard Yan Yan said: "Don't yo, come in quickly."

Here comes another big and small guy who can eat it when he looks at it. Jiang Jing looks at these three people and thinks that there are enough things to buy, which should be enough for them to eat.