It was found to be Soft China, "Where did you get this from?"
Zhou Yang laughed, secretly, "Don't worry about it, smoke it, I still have it."
He squinted his eyes, full of enjoyment, "This good cigarette is different. When I smoke it, all the bones in my body feel comfortable, just like I slept with the young lady."
Qi Feng's face twitched, he didn't smoke, and threw it on the wooden board by the bed.
Zhou Yang hummed a song in his mouth, and his mood was so good, "Brother Zhou, what do you think is interesting in being a person? If I say it, you have to be a rich person, and it is interesting when you have money."
Qi Feng slept on the bottom bunk, he lay down on the bed, sat up again when he heard those words, and looked back at Zhou Yang, who was leaning against the wall.
Zhou Yang looked uncomfortable, "Brother Qi, why do you look at me like this?"
Qi Feng asked, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Zhou Yang smiled, his eyes became two crescent moons, "I'm not talking nonsense, what I said is true, the life of a rich person is not necessarily interesting, but without money, it must be boring."
He shrugged, "The pauper spends his days making money, saving money, and saving money. Where else is there to make life more interesting? You're right, Brother Qi."
Qi Feng picked up the soft Chinese thread on the bed, half-folded his eyelids, "Where did you come from so many absurd reasons."
Zhou Yang leaned over to light a cigarette for him, "Truth, absolute truth."
Qi Feng took a puff of cigarette, "It's not as good as Nanjing."
Zhou Yang shook his shoulders and smiled, "Brother Qi, are you kidding me, I bought four packs of Nanjing at the price of one pack of Soft Zhonghua, how could it be better than Nanjing?"
Qi Feng frowned and pulled the soft Zhonghua on his hands, with a look of disgust, "Expensive is not necessarily good, it has to suit me."
Zhou Yang showed a serious expression, he blinked, "I don't understand."
Qi Feng stretched out an arm and patted Zhou Yang's shoulder, "Little broken child, you will understand when you are my age."
Zhou Yang said, "It will take twenty years."
Qi Feng, "..."
Zhou Yang maintained the same posture and sat on the bed, enjoying the soft Chinese smoke happily.
Qi Feng turned the trousers he took off to one side, his fingers touched something, his eyes opened immediately, and then he remembered that the young man's cell phone was still with him, and he forgot to put it back when he left the office. .
Yes, we'll meet again later.
Qi Feng straightened his legs, put one hand behind his head, and played with the phone in the other. He fell asleep unconsciously and had a dream.
In the dream, there was a person in Qi Feng's arms. He held him tightly and his arms tightened again and again. That person was dishonest, not only biting his chest, but also biting hard and not letting go.
Qi Feng coaxed a few words for the first time in the world. He pulled the person away, looked down and woke up immediately.
For a while, Qi Feng was gasping for breath, how could he dream of that little thing? Still biting... He turned over and found that the phone was pressed under him, and his chest would hurt because he was slapped.
That's actually okay, really, it's the current situation.
Qi Feng lay still, because there was a qiāng in his quilt, someone in the dormitory woke up, and if he took the qiāng out hastily, it would attract onlookers.
Gradually, the dormitory became noisy, the big guy yawned and put on his clothes, dragged his tired steps to wash his face with cold water,
Qi Feng was still lying down with his eyes closed, he was pretending to be asleep.
Someone came over and shouted strangely, "Why is the boss still asleep?"
Others also thought it was unusual. After calling a few times and seeing no response, they went back to their own business.
When the door of the dormitory was closed and the surroundings quieted down, Qi Feng opened his eyes. The first thing was to take off his pants and change, and the second thing was to use his five-fingered girl.
After the incident, Qi Feng stared strangely at the darkened area on the mat, and he rubbed his face heavily.
Qi Feng kicked open the plastic bucket next to him. This excuse was untenable. It was not the first time he had spent summer, and it was not so hot.
Know where the problem is, but can't admit it, otherwise it's a bad thing.
Qi Feng was sitting on the bedside, and the cigarette addict came up and went straight to the depths of his head. He took out the cigarette and put it in his mouth. He threw the lighter out in anger.
Not right, so wrong.
Huang Dan asked Zhang Yao what time it was every once in a while. He was going to work and the man hadn't appeared yet.
After waiting for a while, Huang Dan didn't wait for anyone, so he had to go to the company first and say hello to Zhang Yao that the other party would come to return the phone.
Father Zhang drank too much and fell asleep on the bed, Mother Zhang