Today, the Foolish Scum Gong Screwed Me Over Again

He Zhou heard this, his face was black, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Qiu Yanzhi, you have a problem with your brain, don't spit it on me!"

Meng Qikang only felt that Ping Bai was slandered, trembling with rage, and his speech was a bit incoherent: "We have nothing (fa), we... we are just ordinary, ordinary friends (guanguan). +++Mobile Read access to m.readwn.com"

"Ordinary friend?" Qiu Yanzhi almost laughed. "Don't tell me that He Zhou has liked you for almost 20 years. Even the broken bells you gave are carried on your body. You don't know anything about them. "

"Qiu Yanzhi! You shut up for me!" He Zhou snapped.

"...Bell?" Meng Qikang froze. He turned blankly to look at He Zhou: "Since then..."

You just know, the heroine of the idol drama.

Qiu Yanzhi finally laughed, only hating the lack of seeds at the moment.

But as soon as he lowered his head, he saw the lunch box in his hand.

New green (color) lunch box.

Fresh and bright.

Just like the top of his head Qiu Yanzhi.

Qiu Yanzhi felt angrily thinking about how he had just been happy and looking forward to preparing his meal seriously.

I threw the lunch box with a bang.

Who knows this meal box also has a temper, and it bounced off after being dropped on the wall, and finally smashed it in the direction of Meng Qikang!

On the occasion of a sudden attack, He Zhou rushed up and hugged Meng Qikang tightly in his arms. The lunch box smashed on He Zhou’s back with a snap, and the lid of the lunch box was smashed at this moment. Huajiaozi soup runs down the spine of He Zhou.

The new meal box insulation effect is good.

He Zhou groaned painfully, and the place where the hot soup flowed sighed with steam.

Meng Qikang exclaimed and went nervously to see where He Zhou was burnt. His eyes were flushed, and he seemed to be crying in the next second. Instead, He Zhou comforted him softly.

"Slap, crack, crack."

Qiu Yanzhi reached out and applauded a few hands.

He chuckled softly: "It's really a concubine's heart and touching heart."

Qiu Yanzhi looked at them, the smile on his face gradually diminished, and his tone was quite calm.

"From today, Qiu Yanzhi and I will not play with you. I wish you a hundred years of good luck, early birth of your precious sons, and full of descendants!"

After all, he pushed open the door.

A group of people stood in a hula at the door of the office.

All are listening to the gossip with their ears upright.

How much did you hear, you must look at the sound insulation of the door.

But now, Qiu Yanzhi doesn't care at all.

Seeing Qiu Yanzhi push the door out, the crowd broke up again with a hula.

The space that Qiu Yanzhi looked at immediately became open and empty.

His back was straight, his steps were steady, his face was expressionless, unpleasant or angry, and soon disappeared into people's eyes.

Qiu Yanzhi turned into a park next to him after coming out of the company.

The flowers are true here, the grass is true, and the trees are true.

Picking a leaf, even squeezing out the fresh juice.

Qiu Yanzhi just sat on a chair in the park.

With a sigh, it seemed like we were tired.

Speak softly.

"Rhubarb, quit the game."

"Really stop playing?" Rhubarb asked quietly.

"Not playing anymore."

"Because they (sleep Shui)?"

Qiu Yanzhi shook his head, "I don't know."

From the beginning to the end.

He and Meng Qikang have always been talking.

He Zhou didn't explain him a word.

If it is not impossible to explain, it is disdain to explain.

From beginning to end.

Qiu Yanzhi did not occupy half of the field in He Zhou's heart.

He now feels inexplicably ironic when he thinks of the excitement of cooking in the morning and the way he snickered under the blanket last night.

He was stupid, really, he really thought the iron tree could bloom.

He played this game for a month, trying his best to avoid sleep and sleep.

In the end, I don't know whether he is playing the game or the game is playing him.

"Then why..."

"Rhubarb." Qiu Yanzhi smiled, "Your game is ridiculous."

The corners of his lips flattened little by little.

"D."

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Qiu Yanzhi was overly anxious after coming out of the game cabin.

Wrapped in quilt from day (sleeping Shui) to night.

Dreaming all dreamed of He Zhou's cold eyebrows.

Was awakened directly.

Qiu Yanzhi was sitting on the bed (chuang), still angry.

What a junk game.

Ruin my youth.

Sooner or later bankruptcy.

Just then, Qiu Yanzhi's cell phone ringing suddenly rang.

It was an unfamiliar number. Qiu Yanzhi frowned and connected the phone.

A low male voice sounded: "Hello, this is Fei Sihao."

Fei Hao... who?

Wait, what's the name... inexplicable.

Qiu Yanzhi rubbed his temple for a moment.

Finally found the memory of the name on the business card that was thrown into the trash bin last night.

Qiu Xicheng's friend?

Qiu Yanzhi frowned, and wanted to find a reason to hang up.

As soon as I looked up, I saw the closed holographic game cabin in the corner of the room.

Qiu Yanzhi didn't know which muscle was wrong in his mind.

He started chatting with the man.

I didn't expect to be embarrassed to chat.

But Qiu Yan didn't even eat to this day, (touched Mo) (touched Mo) flat stomach, said: "Mr. Fei, don't talk anymore, I should go to eat."

"Huh? What do you want to eat?"

Qiu Yanzhi walked out of bed, pulled slippers and walked to the restaurant.

I looked around and found nothing to eat.

It seems that people quit yesterday, and the new housekeeping has not yet come.

Qiu Yanzhi sighed, took out a bag of instant noodles, and said to the person on the phone, "It seems that I am going to eat instant noodles."

Fei Sihao chuckled: "Will you come out and eat with me?"

Qiu Yanzhi put down the instant noodles, stood on the spot, smiled and said, "Mr. Fei treats?"

Fei Sihao: "Well, what do you want to eat?"

"Ravioli..." Qiu Yanzhi's voice stopped abruptly.

"Ravioli?" Fei Hao asked.

"Anything but ravioli."

Fei Hao's voice was warm: "Where is your home? I'll pick you up now."

"No, you say the address, I'll just go."

Fei Sihao smiled: "Can you give me a chance to show my first date."

Qiu Yanzhi: "Changming Road, Linsen Apartment, 2 buildings."

The phone paused for a moment before slowly speaking: "Your house number is..."

"2071."

Fei Sihao suddenly laughed lowly.

"What's wrong?" Qiu Yanzhi asked.

"You open the door." Fei Sihao said.

Qiu Yan walked over unknown and opened the door.

There was nothing at the door.

Just when Qiu Yanzhi was about to close the door again.

The door opposite was suddenly opened.

A handsome man smiled and said: "Squeak, I'm at 2072."

Qiu Yanzhi blinked his eyes and looked up.

Probably, Qiu Yanzhi's attractive looks always have some similarities.

Between this man's eyebrows, he was a bit like Qiu Yanzhi's favorite male star, and he was a bit like He Zhou.

But when Fei Sihao smiled softly at Qiu Yanzhi.

The share of similarity was diluted by a few points.

Yomo was fed up with He Zhou's love and ignored the sneer.

Fei Hao behaved politely and politely, and Qiu Yanzhi even felt a little uncomfortable.

For a long time, Qiu Yan hasn't really been in love with anyone in order to hide his (sexual) orientation.

Fei Sihao is obviously a master of love.

He will take Qiu Yanzhi for a ride and stand on the bridge to see the most beautiful night view of the city.

He will remember Qiu Yanzhi's taste and spent two hours lining up to buy Qiu Yanzhi's favorite pastries.

When he walked side by side with Qiu Yanzhi, he would disregard the vision of passers-by and took Qiu Yanzhi's hand generously. When the cold wind blew, he naturally hid Qiu Yanzhi's hand in his pocket.

When the two went out for a third date.

The wind is a bit windy.

Qiu Yanzhi shrank his neck coldly, and Fei Sihao went into the store and bought a beige (color) scarf.

He seriously wrapped Qiu Yanzhi's neck around his scarf.

Then he looked at Qiu Yanzhi's eyes.

His eyes tenderly seemed to disturb a pool of spring water.

The gentle words can melt the snow in winter.

"Squeak, how about being my boyfriend?"

Qiu Yanzhi's eyebrows were curved and he smiled brighter than him.

"Okay."

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the other side.

"President He, nobody at the school has seen Mr. Qiu, nor found any of his consumption records and travel records. He has not even turned on his mobile phone, and since this week, our people have basically searched the city. All the surveillance video, but still no figure of Mr. Qiu, although we are sorry, but we have reasonable doubts that Mr. Qiu may have encountered something unexpected..."

"... keep looking."

He Zhou buried his face deeply in his hands and his voice was hoarse.