The Love Equation

Zhou Xiao takes a shower in the bathroom, and Zhao Fanzhou watches TV with Yuan Ruan Ruan in the living room.

"Brother, change the platform. I think they have been so tired of grabbing a ball for so long." Yuan Ruan Ruan complained.

Zhao Fanzhou glanced at her sideways, silently. Yuan Ruan Ruan picked up the remote control and put it down. Forget it. If he was not brave enough to turn the stage, he would continue to watch a group of seniors grab the ball.

Yuan Ruan Ruan boringly counted the black player on the 2nd and sneaked a few shots of cheerleaders wearing short skirts on the sidelines.

Zhou Xiao's cell phone rang on the table in front of the sofa, and the two of them watching TV glanced involuntarily, and Mr. Xu flashed on the screen.

Zhao Fanzhou picked up the phone naturally: "Hello?"

"Uh ... hello ... I am looking for Zhou Xiao." The other party apparently did not expect a man to answer the phone.

"She is taking a shower."

"Oh, are you ... her brother?" The other party asked tentatively.

"No, friend. I will tell her that you have called after she finished washing."

"Oh ... well, thank you."

"You're welcome." Zhao Fanzhou put down his phone and continued to watch TV.

Zhou Xiao wiped her hair and went to the living room, asking the two of them, "Did my phone ring?"

Yuan Ruan Ruan did not dare to say a word, looked at Zhao Fanzhou, Zhao Fanzhou did not leave the TV, and replied casually, "Sound, I picked it up for you. It was Mr. Xu who last blind dated."

Zhou Xiao stopped her hand to wipe her hair. "Did you just talk nonsense?"

"No." His eyes kept staring at the basketball passing in the air.

"Really? You didn't say you were my boyfriend or something?" Zhou Xiao didn't believe it.

"No." Zhao Fanzhou patted his thigh and exclaimed angrily: "Oh, come in!"

Zhou Xiao turned to Yuan Ruan Ruan and asked: "He just didn't really say he was my boyfriend?"

Yuan Ruan Ruan shook his head, thinking, he did not say that you are his girlfriend, he only said that you are taking a shower.

Zhou Xiaosong sighed, picked up the phone and dialed back. No one answered for a long time. She had to send a text message to the past, "Mr. Xu, just asked me something?"

The text message came back quickly, "It's okay, I just want to talk to you, since you are not convenient."

Zhou Xiao felt strange and glared at Zhao Fanzhou: "You must have said that you are my boyfriend, right? You want to hurt me, I am scolded by my mother?"

Zhao Fanzhou didn't respond and stared at the TV with interest. Zhou Xiao furiously took the towel around his neck and threw it at him, "Are you dying me?"

He took off the towel over his head and said, "It's all gone. You can't believe me without help."

Zhou Xiao turned around and asked Yuan Ruan Ruan: "Ruan Ruan, do you honestly have it?"

"Really no, I swear." Yuan Ruan Ruan is very depressed, who is she to provoke?

Suffering from no evidence and no witness, Zhou Xiao sat down next to Zhao Fanzhou, and picked up the remote control and pressed it.

Zhao Fanzhou snatched the remote control turntable: "I want to watch the game."

"Look back at your house." Zhou Xiao went over to grab the remote control, Zhao Fanzhou raised the remote control high, she reached out desperately enough, so that she formed her lower body lying on his lap, the upper body leaned on him Chest with his hand stretched out in a weird posture.

Yuan Ruan Ruan looked at the ambiguous posture of the two, and a drop of cold sweat slipped down. What now? Anyway, treat her as a living creature?

Half a minute later, Zhou Xiao finally realized that the posture of the two was a little indecent and coughed awkwardly and sat down.

"Too lazy to care about you, love to look at it, I went to the Internet." Zhou Xiao rushed back to the room to go online after throwing the next sentence.

"Um ... I also go online." Yuan Ruan Ruan also added, although no one cares what she does, ~~~~ (& gt; _ & lt;) ~~~~

Zhao Fanzhou shrugged and continued to watch his game.

As soon as Zhou Xiao logged in, there were several system messages prompting that there was a person named "Son of Art" who wanted to add her, verifying that her name was written on the message, she estimated that she was a former classmate, and she passed and Add the other party as a friend.

As soon as she passed, the cough under the computer coughed twice and a small horn popped out. To be honest, she doesn't really like some of the sounds. The cough sounds like tuberculosis, which makes people panic.

Son of Art 20:33:08

Does HI know who I am

Xiao Zhou 20:33:17 (Zhou Xiao's screen name is really not creative)

do not know

Son of Art 20:33:26

guess

Small Week 20:35:36

Not guess

Son of Art 20:36:45

Ha ha, this is Xiao Jin, I do n’t know if you remember me

Zhou Xiao hesitated for a while, scratching his head, as if he couldn't remember who it was.

Small Week 20:37:33

Remember, how could it not be remembered?

how are things?

Son of Art 20:37:35

Not bad, I'm sorry for the previous thing.

Zhou Xiao became depressed again. Don't tell me to remember him if she knew it. She couldn't even remember who he was. How could she know what happened before.

Small Week 20:37:37

It doesn't matter, just forget it in the past

Son of Art 20:37:39

That's good, yes, did you have a boyfriend? I won't be your shadow? Ha ha

Zhou Xiao pieced together from her pitiful love history who he was, the missed—I do n’t know whether it was—the ex-boyfriend. But will he think of himself as too important? Still shadow!

Small Week 20:37:42

will not.

Son of Art 20:38:08

Oh

Zhou Xiao was too lazy to find a topic to talk to him, so he closed the dialog box and went to the movie. The beeping voice of the movie jumped out again. She pressed the pause to watch. It was him again.

Son of Art 20:48:32

I really like you, hehe

Small Week 20:48:35

Um, thanks.

Son of Art 20:48:43

Are we still possible?

Small Week 20:49:08

No.

Son of Art 20:50:33

why? Are you still blaming me?

Small Week 20:51:08

No, I have a boyfriend.

Son of Art 20:52:33

Is that fair competition?

Zhou Xiao was a little annoyed, and the keyboard cracked. If it were n’t because he was a friend of Yuan Ruan Ruan, she would have been scolding.

Small Week 20:53:08

No, I am offline.

When Zhao Fanzhou entered her room, she saw that she was banging on the keyboard with anger, and he leaned over to look at it, and she did not stop him from glaring at him. He briefly glanced at it. It turned out that someone wanted to pry him in the corner.

"Who came?"

"Missed ex-boyfriend." Zhou Xiao moved the mouse to hide.

"Chaias?"

"No, you don't know." She hesitated at the computer for two seconds and put the "son of art" on the blacklist.

"Why don't I know? When did it happen?" Zhao Fanzhou turned her chair to face herself.

As Zhou Xiao turned his chair around, his body was a little unstable. He leaned on the backrest with his hand to sit securely. He looked at him puzzledly and said, "Why did you know that you were in America?"

Zhao Fanzhou was speechless and could not always say that he had arranged an informant beside her at the time, and it was obvious that the informant was not doing his job.

He walked away angrily and returned to the living room to watch TV.

When Zhou Xiao walked out of the living room, he saw him gloomyly pressing the remote control, and his voice was deafening. She sat down next to him funny and reached out in front of him. Zhao Fanzhou glanced at her and put the remote control on her open palm.

She took over and turned down the voice of the TV and said, "Have you figured out how to tell my mom?"

"Think of it." Zhao Fanzhou said with a straight face.

"Really? What way?"

"We are going to get married tomorrow, and we will play first." He said casually, and then asked again: "I don't know how many ex-boyfriends you have?"

"Well, wait, I'll figure it out." Zhou Xiaosha pulled the index with some interest, "Maybe five or six."

"Five or six?" Zhao Fanzhou asked, raising the volume.

"Can't it? Who told you to run to the United States." Zhou Xiao said draggingly.

Zhao Fanzhou stretched her hand over her neck, strangling and threatening: "You say it again, how many?"

"Okay, okay, just two. Let me go, I can't breathe anymore." Zhou Xiao struggled to break his hand and took a few breaths: "Seriously, did you think about it? Deal with my mother? "

"Really two? Which two?" He was still asking about it.

"As for Caias and someone you don't know, do you want to answer my question?"

"I'll go home with you on New Year's Day, and I will kill your mother at that time. How long have you been with him?"

"No more than three days, let's go. I'm not allowed to ask again. I don't want to take you home during the Chinese New Year. The one my mom will kill is me, not you." Zhou Xiao pinched his arm.

"Don't tell her that we have socialized. I apologize to your house to show that I want to pursue you again. You just have to pretend that you didn't expect me to appear suddenly." He rubbed the place where she was pinched. Say.

"Is this really possible?" Zhou Xiao looked at him suspiciously.

"Try it, anyway, as long as you act like you don't know anything. I'll be reluctant to accept it. I will endure hardship and make up for it. In short, I want to be sincere and open to Jinshi to move your mother."

"Your method is terrible, touching my mother? I'm still touching China." She couldn't help complaining, although she felt there was no other way.

"Otherwise you have a better way? Why have you only been with him for three days?" Zhao Fanzhou leaned in front of her.

Zhou Xiao pushed his face away, picked up the remote control from the table and said, "Why? You are too little? Would you like me to talk to him for a few more days?"

"Dare you give it a try. Did you just put him on the blacklist? Did he have your phone? Do you have his phone?" He asked stubbornly.

Zhou Xiao Zhi Ruo ruan, turned up the volume, looked around for good-looking programs, let Zhao Fanzhou jumped beside him.

The author has something to say: the author who updates too slowly and is guilty ⊙﹏⊙bKhan

I didn't go back to school until nine o'clock last night, so ...

Thank you to the readers who gave me advice. If you sign or not, let me talk. Anyway, as long as someone looks at it, I will be happy.

I have to think about how Zhou Xiao's mother should deal with Zhao Fanzhou. This small sample is incomplete.