Today, the Foolish Scum Gong Screwed Me Over Again

As soon as the appointed time was reached, Fei Sihao knocked on Qiu Yanzhi's house. +++Mobile phone reading visit m.readwn.com

It was the door opened by Qiu Yanzhi's cousin.

Fei Sihao felt Qiu Yanzhi's cousin was a little strange.

After opening the door, the man's cold eyes hit his face, almost hostile.

However, Fei Sihao only thought it was because the man was injured and was in a bad mood, so he didn't care much about him.

Fei Sihao had a gentle smile on his face and asked, "Are you squeaking?"

He Zhou lowered his eyes, said coldly, and then pushed the wheelchair away again.

Fei Sihao muttered silently in his heart.

This man's looks are very good temperament, why is his temper so bad.

At this moment, Qiu Yanzhi opened the door and came out: "Sihao, have you arrived so early?"

Fei Sihao has always been a good lover. He smiled and handed a rose in his hand to Qiu Yanzhi: "Although time is tight, I still want to try my best to give you a perfect date."

Qiu Yanzhi seemed to have some surprises. His face turned a little red when he took the rose. He wanted to say something intimately, but he had some scruples. He quietly hid the smile on his face, slightly With a reserved cough, he whispered thank you.

After finishing, Qiu Yanzhi walked briskly to find a vase, and then put the rose in.

Fei Hao suddenly flashed a very complex emotion.

How could there be such a simple person in the world...Like a child, write all your love for one person on the face without even concealing it for half a minute.

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Qiu Yanzhi put on his coat and followed Fei Sihao out.

Fei Hao subconsciously wanted to hold Qiu Yanzhi's hand, but behind him suddenly came the voice of a man.

"Qiu Yanzhi."

Qiu Yanzhi turned his head and looked, "What's wrong?"

He Zhou lowered his eyelids, handed a pair of gloves to Qiu Yanzhi, and said in a deep voice: "It's cold outside, put on."

Qiu Yan froze for a moment before he took the gloves, then looked up and smiled at He Zhou with his eyes bent: "Thank you cousin."

Seeing Qiu Yanzhi put on the gloves, Fei Sihao felt it was not appropriate to hold the hand, so he put his hands in his pocket and walked out while saying casually, "Your cousin is still kind to you."

Qiu Yanzhi said: "My cousin is like this, don't look at others as cold, in fact, my heart is super good."

No one knew the "cousin" who was "very good in heart". When the door was closed, he turned back to the house coldly, and took out the rose when he passed the vase on the table. Face was thrown into the trash can.

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Qiu Yanzhi originally wanted to use Fei Hao's mobile phone in the cinema while Fei Sihao was dedicated to watching movies, and then installed software on his mobile phone.

But somehow, Qiu Yanzhi thought of He Zhou's eyes when they left, and he felt uncomfortable and wanted to go home quickly.

Qiu Yanzhi sat in Fei Sihao's car, just put on his seat belt, picked up his phone, adjusted the mail sending time and the black screen program Chen Lesi gave him.

Qiu Yanzhi chatted with Fei Sihao in the car for about 5 minutes.

Just listen to the cue tone.

His email was sent.

Qiu Yanzhi picked up his phone and opened the software. After a glance, his face (color) became dignified.

Fei Sihao turned to Qiu Yanzhi and asked, "Why? Is there something?"

Qiu Yanzhi's face (color) is not very good-looking, and he continued to slide the email down: "A little trouble."

As soon as his voice fell, the phone suddenly went blank.

Qiu Yanzhi was a little flustered and tried to restart, but the phone didn't respond at all.

Qiu Yanzhi turned to look at Fei Sihao. He was a little embarrassed and said, "Sihao, can you log in to your mailbox with your mobile phone?"

"Of course." Fei Sihao unlocked his phone and handed it to Qiu Yanzhi.

To be honest, if Qiu Yanzhi wants to log in with that mobile phone or some other social software, Fei Hao may have to hesitate or log out.

But there was nothing in the mailbox that was afraid of Qiu Yanzhi knowing.

Qiu Yanzhi said softly. Frowning, he opened the mailbox and logged into his account.

Fei Hao glanced casually at the phone screen while driving.

I found that it was all German that I didn't know, so I didn't care much. I asked casually: "What about learning?"

Qiu Yanzhi shook his head: "There was something wrong with a part-time job yesterday."

Qiu Yanzhi pretended to be looking at the email seriously, but pulled a link in two thirds of the email, and then clicked.

Qiu Yanzhi is still sliding the mail, but there is a white (color) number beating where the finger is blocking.

Until the number reaches 100%.

A very small handwriting appeared in the lower right corner of the phone, the installation was successful.

Qiu Yanzhi was relieved.

Then he closed the email and logged out of his email account.

He looked up at Fei Sihao, he stopped talking, and his expression was very entangled.

Fei Sihao also turned his head to look at him, and his heart was clear: "Is there something happening temporarily?"

"... A big mistake was made in a translation document yesterday. I have to go home as soon as possible to send the correct document."

Qiu Yanzhi lowered his head, "...I'm sorry, I said clearly that I'm going to the movies with you."

Fei Sihao turned the steering wheel, and took the car back (gougou) back: "It's okay, I'll take you back now."

Qiu Yanzhi's voice was hoarse: "I actually really want to go to the movies with you. We haven't been dating for a long time, but it's because of my business..."

Listening to Qiu Yanzhi's dumb voice explanation, Feishao felt that his heart was tickling inexplicably. He stretched out his hand and comfortedly (touched Mo) (touched Mo) Qiu Yanzhi's hair. The voice said softly: " No, we will have a long time to date."

Qiu Yanzhi listened and looked up at him, his voice soft and soft: "Okay."

Fei Sihao looked at Qiu Yanzhi's dark, soft eyes, and somehow suddenly thought of him (kiss wen).

Fei Hao's thoughts just popped up, and there was a sudden shock in his heart.

As soon as he turned pale, he applied the brakes suddenly.

Although the speed was not fast and the seat belt was fastened, Qiu Yanzhi was startled and turned to look at Fei Sihao: "What... what?

Fei Sihao turned blankly to look at Qiu Yanzhi, his face pale and white, and his expression became very strange.

Qiu Yanzhi stretched out his finger and shook in front of his eyes. Fei Sihao suddenly seemed to have passed the god, and said in a panic that there was nothing, and then drove forward.

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Driving the car downstairs, Fei Sihao said that he still had something to do not return home, Qiu Yanzhi waved at him, turned and left.

Fei Sihao did not go anywhere, just sitting motionless in the car.

Just then, his cell phone suddenly rang.

...Is Qiu Xicheng.

Fei Hao flashed a bit of hesitation in his eyes, but he still connected the phone.

Qiu Xicheng's voice was a little gloomy: "My dad seems to have been too squeamish in the past two days."

He almost gritted his teeth and said, "Cunning old things! I think he did it for me deliberately. He is good to Qiu Yan, let me know that he is more than an heir!"

Qiu Xicheng paused for a moment. It seemed that he had just spoken a little bit decently, and he also lost his manners. When he spoke quietly, when he spoke again, his voice had become very calm: "Qiu Yanzhi's pre-coma things, you can reschedule Right."

Qiu Xicheng didn't hear the person on the other end of the phone after a long wait. He frowned and shouted unpleasantly, "Sihao?"

"I see." Fei Sihao said, "I will contact you when I'm ready."

After Feishao hung up the phone, he smoked a cigarette while sitting in the car.

After smoking a cigarette, his expression became calmer. He took out his mobile phone and swiped on the contact list several times before finally choosing a hot lover.

"Mingcheng Hotel 903, waiting for you tonight."

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Qiu Yanzhi wanted to surprise He Zhou.

So he carefully opened the door and went in.

The living room and the kitchen are empty. Qiu Yanzhi subconsciously felt that He Zhou should be in the study.

When Qiu Yanzhi went to the study, he accidentally saw the rose that Yan Jia was about to drop. He had been thrown into the trash can without mercy.

Qiu Yan couldn't help but bend his lips.

When Qiu Yanzhi quietly pushed open the study door and entered, He Zhou was twitching his eyebrows, sitting at his desk and staring at the computer, the interface was the stock market.

Are you planning how to make money to support me?

Qiu Yanzhi just bent the corners of his mouth, and then bent up again.

Qiu Yanzhi looked at the back of He Zhou, and somehow he thought very naively. He walked behind He Zhou lightly and reached out his hand.

Before I knew it, I suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled it into my arms.

He Zhou hugged him with a mute voice: "Qiu Yanzhi, how come he came back so quickly."

"Aren't you reluctant to go to the movies with others?" Qiu Yanzhi grabbed He Zhou's neck and said with a smile, "I will install things in advance and come back."

Qiu Yanzhi blinked: "I was trapped in the game for 4 months, during which many new movies were released. There is a projector at home. Will you accompany me to watch it?"

"Good." He Zhou said.

Qiu Yanzhi held He Zhou's face, kissed him on the mouth, and said happily, "Then I will prepare the projector now."

Qiu Yanzhi was just about to leave, and when he folded back, he took out his mobile phone: "Help me charge my mobile phone and use it later when the movie is released. I just started a black screen software, the only way to crack is to charge Power-on."

"it is good."

He Zhou took the phone.

He Zhou took out the charger from the drawer, charged the phone, and then buckled the phone on the desktop.

At this moment, He Zhou suddenly found that the camera of the phone seemed to be blocked by a white (color) piece of paper.

He Zhou suddenly remembered that in the game, Qiu Yanzhi, the note placed in the phone case.

What did you put in this time?

He Zhou bent his lips, lowered his head, took off the phone case, and turned the card over.

The smile on He Zhou's face slowly faded.

Is a photo.

It was a picture of He Zhou almost mistaken for him at first glance.

Not really.

The background of the photo is a strange hospital ward.

The people in the photo wear strange clothes and strange scarves.

The portrait in the photo is very much like him, but not him.

Slight gaps can be seen between the eyebrows.

He Zhou pinched the paper tip of the photo slowly whitening.

...It's Qin He.

As soon as this idea came out, he immediately swept He Zhou's brain.

He must do something to verify.

He Zhou stood up, walked to the bookshelves, looked at them line by line, and found a junior high school graduation book.

He Zhou took out his graduation book and turned over page after page, finally found the graduation photo of the third year.

As a teenager, Qiu Yanzhi stood expressionlessly on the far right side of the last row, a little far away from others.

No one in the group photo named Qin He.

He Zhou stared at Qiu Yanzhi's photo for a long while, and then turned another page, but found an inch of photos in the graduation album.

He Zhou was shocked.

...In the game, in the memory of his data input, he was exactly the same as the person in the picture when he was a boy.

He Zhou slowly turned the photo over.

The name of the man is written on the back of the photo.

——Qin He.

He Zhou took out the photo just sandwiched in the phone case and compared it with this one-inch photo.

He finally had to admit.

This photo was taken by Qiu Yanzhi to the man who placed it in the middle of the phone case.

It is Qin He.

In the game, Qiu Yanzhi sandwiched the note with his Hezhou handwriting in the phone case.

Now, Qiu Yanzhi treats another man in the same way.

He Zhou almost couldn't help tearing and squashing this photo in his hand.

But he tried his best to restrain his emotions.

He put this photo in a good manner behind the phone case.

As if nothing had happened (fa).

... So he looked like Qin He.

It looks like it was carved into a mold.

He Zhou thought calmly.

No wonder Qiu Yanzhi wants to use him as a substitute.