There Are Always Lovers Killing Each Other For Me

Yao Yao felt that Qu Zhengming had taken the wrong medicine recently, and it was good for her, which could be regarded as a spoil.

Is it possible to win the love of a man by crying? Is there such a good thing in this world?

While eating, Yao Yao copied the handwriting on the photo on the phone, and there was a door open from outside. She quickly turned off the software and put on a stack of drawing paper, on which half of the draft was drawn.

Qu Zhengming had drunk again today, not much, and very little.

He opened the door and went straight to the living room without changing shoes.

The TV was on, and there was no one watching the news broadcast. He walked to Yaoyao, glanced at her work, and smiled, "It's a far cry, you're not the one."

Yao Yao ignored him and replayed the brush again.

Qu Zhengming sat lazily on the sofa and said, "Go back with me later."

Yaoyao put the paintings in order, not very reluctant.

Qu Zhengming: "Today is Jing Zi's birthday."

Yuyao angered: "Why didn't you say it early?"

Qu Zhengming laughed: "Don't you like Jingzi, don't you even know his birthday?"

Yao Yao gritted his teeth, and it was too late to prepare gifts.

Ignoring him, she started rummaging through the things she bought recently. Both of them have the same profession and many things can be used in common, but these things are all respectable and he lacks nothing.

Qu Zhengming couldn’t bear to see her like this, frowning and interrupting her, “You just go, it works better than any gift.”

Yao Yao continued to rummage, even one eye owed.

Qu Zhengming was angry with her, and he grabbed her. "At eight o'clock I and Jingzi made an appointment. There is no time. Let's go now."

Yao Yao shook his hand away, his eyes suddenly lit up and said, "I get something."

Before waiting for Qu Zhengming's reaction, he ran back to the bedroom.

Qu Zhengming: "I am waiting for you in the car."

Yao Yao didn't answer.

Take the gift, change the clothes, Yaoyao raised her hair, tied a ponytail into the car.

The girl with ponytail looks young and beautiful, still childish, Qu Zhengming frowned, reached out and pulled off the rubber band on her head, said: "It is not allowed to tie like this."

He acted rudely, grabbed her several hairs, and was sore with pain. She stared at Qu Zhengming fiercely and stabs at his painful spot, "I am twenty-two this year, suitable for ponytailing."

Qu Zhengming smiled yin and yang: "That's the hairstyle of a 17-year-old girl."

Yaoyao sneered holding the gift: "It's better to pretend to be softer than thirty or forty. Give me the rubber band!"

She stretched out her hand, Qu Zhengming stopped her with one hand, opened the ashtray with one hand and threw it in, raised her eyebrows and asked, "Is it still necessary?"

Yao Yao: "...!"

There is soot inside, this shameless bastard!

Reaching out and holding her in his arms, he kissed her on the back of the neck and asked, "What gift was prepared for Jingzi?"

Yao Yao couldn't hide, when he didn't exist, he said coldly: "Do you want to see?"

Qu Zhengming's eyes fell on her chest, a small paper bag with a notebook in it. He remembered the small pieces of paper passed between couples when he was young. He had no interest. Delicate skin attracts attention.

He said dumbly: "Tonight, I have a gift for you too."

The man's face was mixed with the smell of alcohol, and his face was flushed with red smoke. She broke away from him and frowned: "Can you stay alcoholic."

Qu Zhengming said with a smile: "Wine is like a woman, it's boring, I like it..." His eyes fell provocatively on her chest, and his voice was low and mute. The recipe, nothing else imitates..."

When he arrived, the car stopped, got off the car, walked all the way, entered the house, the living room was empty, no one was there.

Yao Yao: "Uncle Liu, what about respect?"

Butler: "Master has not returned yet."

Yao Yao looked at his watch, it was now eight o'clock.

She turned around and Qu Zhengming walked slowly, explaining: "Forgot to tell you, Jing Zi said that I will meet with classmates today and I will come back very late."

Yaoyao turned and walked. Just two steps later, his voice sounded from behind: "It's after twelve o'clock, it's Jingzi's birthday, aren't you going to be the first to wish him a happy birthday?"

She stopped.

The gift prepared by Qu Zhengming for her is a bottle of good wine, made in Moutai, some years.

Not whiskey, not vodka, not those wines fried in heaven, Yao Yao was really shocked.

Open, the unique scent immediately diffuses, clear and long.

Poured a cup, and raised his hand, "Come, try."

He smiled and his eyes were bright.

He loves wine and does not love.

Reluctantly, he was forced to drink a glass.

With just one cup, she was a little dizzy. The age was too old, and the handwriting on it could not be seen clearly. Yao Yao estimated that it should be puree, and generally it didn't have this energy.

Her body fluttered, and he was caught in her arms, and she fed a few more mouth to mouth.

Then he was carried to the bed.

Moderate alcohol can increase the sensitivity of nerves. Qu Zhengming is very excited and patient today. A love lasted for a long time, and it was almost twelve when it finally came to an end.

Yuyao hurriedly went to take a bath. Fortunately, after exercise, the body of alcohol evaporated a lot, she was not so dizzy.

After the shower, pack yourself up, exactly twelve o'clock.

Too lazy to urge Qu Zhengming, holding a gift downstairs, just downstairs, saw Qu Jingzi walked in.

His face was pale, not at all like coming down from the party. When he saw Yao Yao, his eyes lighted up and slowly extinguished.

"You are here," he said.

"Well." Yao Yao walked in front of him and gently touched his hand, cold.

She was stunned and worried: "Where have you been? Why are your hands so cold?"

Qu Jingzi didn't answer. He sat on the sofa and suddenly asked, "That day, if I...you didn't fall into the water, would it be different now?"

Yaoyao grinned reluctantly, took out the gift, handed him in front of him, and said, "Happy birthday."

Qu Jingzi didn't pick up, staring blankly...

"Why didn't you pick it?" Qu Zhengming smiled at the stalemate, and went downstairs with his belt, half-truly, "I picked it up if I didn't pick it up."

Qu Jingzi took the paper bag and put a notebook in it.

Qu Zhengming took out a notice and put it in front of Qu Jingzi. Qu Jingzi glanced and his face immediately changed, "What does that mean?"

Qu Zhengming sat on the sofa, "Your favorite school, I have contacted you, and you can enroll at any time."

Yao Yao raised her eyes in surprise, opened the notice, "France?!"

Qu Zhengming smiled and said: "The capital of art. You are an adult, and I feel relieved. After going there, I will ask my friends to take care of you."

Qu Jingzi's lips twitched tightly, he picked up the notice, read it for a long time, and suddenly tore it slowly into pieces and threw it into the trash can.

"I don't want to go now." After he finished, he took the gifts that had been delivered and turned upstairs.

Yao Yao watched him disappear in the corridor until the door closed, and suddenly turned back, pressing his voice and asked: "Why!"

The smile disappeared a little, Qu Zhengming looked at her and slowly said: "You have ideas for him, I have to let him recognize the reality."

"Today is his birthday!" Yao Yao yelled, "Is he your son?"

"Because it is, I am responsible for his life." Qu Zhengming stood up and sneered. "It's all because of you, isn't it?"

He lifted her face, "Excuse me, the man can tolerate his woman's eyebrows under the eyelid and the opposite sex eyebrows, hook up, or even almost rolled onto the bed, eh?"

Yao Yao: "That's also my fault, why are you angry at him?"

"Because you are not willing to punish you."

Yao Yao froze.

Qu Zhengming: "If you punish you, you cry, and I have a headache. What can I do? Just send Jing Zi away, no matter what your purpose is, rush to me."

Shivering, "I... I have no purpose. What can you do except money?"

Qu Zhengming: "..."

He was in a daze for a long while, and Xiao Xiaorou didn't smile: "I don't have anything to do. What can you do except a face?"

"Then you don't let me go, find someone more beautiful than me!"

"Prettier ones are there, but you happen to have an appetite for me, so I'm too lazy to change them. Just use them."

Suddenly kicked him, "Are you still wronged?"

Qu Zhengming suppressed her limbs and dragged her upstairs, "It's a bit. But at least I can satisfy you on the bed, and you can do it."

With the sound of closing the door, there was no more movement outside. Qu Jingzi opened the gift that Yaoyao gave him. It was a beautiful hand-made rice paper. He opened it, and a piece of paper fell out. He bent down to pick it up, and the paper was wrinkled. Baba, he was flattened and folded again. He opened it and saw the content, the paper fell to the ground.

Above is Xu Meiyan's handwriting, only one sentence: goodbye, respectful posture; goodbye, this world.

Qu Jingzi's brain buzzed. What did these words mean? He knew everything, but said goodbye to himself and the world.

why?!

Isn’t the mother’s death not an accident, but her own choice. She doesn’t want to... don’t want to... survive?

Where did this piece of paper come from?

Why is Yao Yao there?

What is the purpose of her coming here?

Qu Jingzi stood up and wanted to knock on the door of his father's bedroom, walked to the door and folded back.

He can't be reckless, he has to figure out why.

In the dark, Yaoyao's cell phone lit up.

Yao Yao glanced at it, and Qu Jingzi sent it: I am waiting for you on the third floor balcony.

Qu Zhengming asked: "Who?"

Yao Yao: "Push the message."

Qu Jingzi waited on the third floor until three in the morning before Yaoyao finally appeared. He quickly pulled her to the balcony, "What the hell is going on?"

Yao Yao: "Do you still remember the woman who sponsored me to go to school? It was your mother, Teacher Xu, and my Academy of Fine Arts, also because of her.

I am close to you, too."

Qu Jingzi said dumbly: "That paper..."

Yao Yao: "Teacher Xu didn't know me, I often followed her secretly. During that time she was not in a good mood. I entered her office and found it in the trash."

"I doubt," Yao Yao looked cold and looked at Qu Jingzi's pale face, saying, "Mr. Xu's death is not a sudden heart attack."

Qu Jingzi's lips twitched slightly and asked, "That's what?"

Yao Yao bowed his head: "I'm checking."

There was a sound of going upstairs again, Qu Jingzi was about to step forward, and was pulled by Yao Yao, pushing him to the corner and closing it with curtains.

"Hide!"

Just after hiding, Qu Zhengming came up, she was holding a fruit knife to cut oranges.

He glanced around, his eyes paused on the curtain, pulled her up against the wall next to the curtain, and kissed.

The fruit knife and orange fell to the ground together.

Qu Jingzi lowered her head and looked at the fruit knife at her feet, cold and sharp.