"Who are you going to marry? Shout so loudly."
A familiar teasing voice rang outside the door, and the concealed door was then pushed open. Immediately afterwards, Liu Feipeng strode in, looked down at the messy mahjong, couldn't help but chuckle.
When an old classmate caught him roaring like a shrew, Qianmai didn't feel embarrassed at all, but immediately curled up and smiled into a flower: "Wow, rare guests and rare guests, what kind of wind is blowing today?"
Liu Feipeng found a mahjong under his feet, leaned over to pick it up, and threw it on the table. Three words popped out gently in his mouth: "Sheep-epilepsy-madness."
Qianmai and Zou Baiqiong heard them, their faces turned red and white, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help twitching together, and they counterattacked back together: "You are the goat."
Sun Hongmei and Qian Xiaofen smiled unkindly looking at the two people who turned into anger in front of them. But Liu Feipeng, the perpetrator, just like a okay person, put down his satchel and bag and sat on the sofa and poured himself a cup of herbal tea.
Sun Hongmei laughed at Yan Yan, and pushed the fruit on the coffee table in front of Liu Feipeng, doing more than the owner Qianmai: "Long time no see, Liu Feipeng. Why are you free to come to Nanjiang today? Have the school affairs been handled properly?"
"Take care of it. I returned to Huayang today, and I will continue my internship tomorrow. The bus was passing by Nanjiang. On a whim, I wanted to come down and try my luck to see if you are all at home. I didn't expect it to be dead. Mouse..."
Before Liu Feipeng finished speaking, the two apples flew diagonally over, and someone complained very dissatisfied: "You are a blind cat, and you are a dead mouse."
Liu Feipeng was sipping tea, unable to dodge, his chest was banged, and he choked for no reason. It was only when two "goat-crazy" villains and women met that they were a little vented.
Sun Hongmei glared at the two people who were childlike innocent people and continued to ask with concern: "Then you are now... a graduate student or a graduate student?"
Liu Feipeng listened, his lip line bends in a good mood, his tough face exuded a confident and firm look, but his mouth just spit out two words: "Guarantee."
As soon as his words fell, the atmosphere in the living room immediately became boiling.
"It's great, the hard work pays off the caring people... The truth is clear, God is fair..." Qian Mai was incoherent with excitement, as if he saw justice triumph, his cheeks were flushed, and he patted his small palms with crackles.
Zou Baiqiong stopped making a fool of himself, collected the "gambling money" on the table in twos and threes, and said proudly, "Brother Liu, I will give you a banquet. Today I heard so much depressing things, and now it's finally ushered in. With your good news, I feel very happy, let's wait until we are not drunk or return..."
Liu Feipeng was about to stand up and shirk, but was stopped by Qianmai. Then, I saw her winking at Zou Baiqiong wisely, and said: "Chen Zuping's small restaurant will be set up for the wind banquet. You can tell him first, let's bring our own drinks. My dad kept a few bottles of old Maotai privately, today , Let's steal him a bottle of fun."
After listening, Liu Feipeng shook his head again and again, and was too busy, but because no one took his opinion squarely. Zou Baiqiong smiled and rushed out the door happily. Sun Hongmei packed up his mahjong, and was about to get up and go home called Wang Zhigao. It was expected that Liu Feipeng would not go to the Three Treasures Hall, and even took Qian Xiaofen back home to play.
After everyone dispersed, only Qianmai and Liu Feipeng were left in the room. The two chatted about their daily routines, and then they told each other about their current situation in detail. With an empty hand, Qian Mai tried to do his master's duties, took a fruit knife, and peeled off the apple that she had just used as a "bullet".
Her expression was focused and her technique was good. Her slender fingers turned the fruit knife flexibly, and the long apple skin was thin and thin, hanging down like a screw spring. After a while, a full and crystal apple appeared in front of Liu Feipeng.
"Get it quickly." Qianmai urged, handing over the whole peeled apple in his hand.
Liu Feipeng turned a deaf ear, sitting motionless, with a pair of shiny black eyes staring at her slender hands.
"Hurry up, my arms and hands are sore." Qianmai continued to urge. Since the others left, this guy's eyes have become strange and unpredictable, making her second monk confused.
For a long time, in the eyes of her complaining and complaining, Liu Feipeng stretched out his hand to take the apple, opened his mouth and took a bite and chewed it carefully. Presumably, this is the apple that the farmer has just harvested this year. It is sweet and juicy, and has a woody fragrance. It is fascinating, and he can't help but take a few more bites, who has never liked fruits.
"It's a shame not to be a surgeon, you knife and patient."
"Is this complimenting me?" Qian Mai smiled. Carefully fiddling with the peeled apple peel in his hand, turning left and right, turning up and down flying, and after a while, a lifelike flower appeared in front of my eyes.
"Yeah. You are the girl with the best apple peeling technique I have ever seen. The way you peel apples makes people see... very comfortable... and appetite."
Latent wheat snorted, is there such a compliment to people
"According to you, the owner of the restaurant should ask me to sit on the table and peel the apples?"
"It can be considered, maybe the restaurant's performance will rise sharply." Liu Feipeng smiled, focusing on repeating the chewing action, and then shook his head almost invisibly. She must not know how easy it is to move people's hearts with her quiet and soft posture when she is peeling apples, and the pink lips that are slightly pursed because of her concentration.
"I want more, give me another cut."
"it is good."
After two apples, Liu Feipeng was already somewhat satisfied. Out of professional habit, he went to the bathroom, applied hand sanitizer and rinsed his hands carefully. When I sat down again, he grabbed Qianmai's hands abruptly, up and down, the back of the palms and the backs of the palms, all carefully inspected.
"What are you doing? Do I have a treasure map in my hand?" Qian Mai frowned and protested dissatisfiedly. Liu Feipeng is abnormal today, and he is very nervous.
But someone ignored her protest and continued to look through it, not even letting go of the color of ten nails. After kneading and squeezing with pain, Liu Feipeng finally slowly released her hand and said: "Mai, you are a little bit anemic. Don't be too tired from work in the future. Pay attention to your body."
"Is there a doctor who treats the doctor so harshly? You ran out of the mental hospital today?" Shirley muttered dissatisfiedly with ten pinched fingernails. She promised that if he dared to ask patients in this way, he would be swept out by Huayang Hospital in less than ten minutes.
"It is said that experienced doctors can distinguish physical diseases based on handprints and nails. I also want to try, but unfortunately my skill is too shallow and I don’t understand handprints, so I can’t be famous." Liu Feipeng found a sounding sound for his behavior. Reason.
"Nervous! My body is very good."
"Wheat, did you give Peng Chen a head start?"
What is his nerve? Latent Wheat was speechless, and didn't even have to roll his eyes.
Seeing that she did not respond, Liu Feipeng had to bite the bullet and say: "The day before yesterday, I saw Peng Chen and Shen Zhou in Wenzhou."
"Oh." So he went to Wenzhou. On the morning of the drunkenness, Peng Chen left without saying goodbye. It has been almost a week now. Except for the regular SMS "Goodnight" greeting every night, the two had no other intersection.
"Peng Chen said that he was not feeling lucky, so he secretly asked me if there are any advanced hand-print plastic surgery hospitals in China. I think this is your ghost?"
Latent Wheat was stunned. God, this Peng Chen is too frustrating. She has only heard of plastic surgery and breast surgery. What hand tattoos did he ran to get? But... Liu Feipeng insisted on Mao that it was her ghost? Is there writing on her face
Latent Wheat is a "ghost" with a guilty conscience, but his mouth is still like a hard dead duck: "Why! Am I so naive?"
Staring at Qianmai's ever-changing facial expressions, Liu Feipeng smiled bitterly. Besides you, who else could make "Human Jing" Peng Chen ask such an outrageous question.
For the time being, whose handprints do not conform to the "superstition" rules, just because the two have known the flaws of handprints, you can see a lot of relationship. In Jintian, despite some scruples, few young people are superstitious about palmistry. Even people who are most obsessed with "superstitious rules" can only exchange handprints and birth date information after getting engaged or getting married, with the consent of both parents. In this way, in order to seek auspiciousness, after the parents of both sides have carefully checked and modified, few people have reported this problem. As for Peng Chen and Qian Mai, they knew each other before they got engaged, so why didn't they show that they were frank and caring about deep in love.
At present, it seems that Peng Chen's side had a problem. At the party the day before yesterday, Peng Chen was lacking in interest and yawned sharply, with an expression of not getting enough sleep on his face. The unshaven scum, although it did not prevent him from being as handsome and gentle as ever, it was somewhat decadent and sad.
At that time, he was still secretly worried about Latent Wheat. During the National Day holiday, she abnormally didn't go out to play. Would she stay at home all day long and burst into tears? I don't know, he unexpectedly turned around today and took a look. The red face was very good. He also roared the lion in Hedong and set up a "longmen formation" leisurely at home.
Liu Feipeng caressed his forehead. Should he be secretly happy for her bumpy love, or should he be sad for her constant grief that she has been "in the bushes of thousands of leaves without touching her body" over the years? Contradictions, entanglements...
"Wheat, speaking from the heart, Peng Chen is a good person. Even if there are some flaws, they are not concealed."
"I know." Qianmai traveled in the sky, the bull's head was wrong. Watch out for "plops" and "plops", lest Peng Chen's brain becomes dizzy and she ran for the operation, then her guilt would be serious.
"Then why don't you let him on the handprint defect? Although superstition is weird, it is not scientific. It is not easy to give up on campus classes... Is it a pity?" Liu Feipeng admitted that he was nothing to find Torture, while talking, I overturned the five flavor bottle in my heart.
"Who and whom, is the campus class right?" Someone in the soul game heard incredible!
"Of course it's you and Peng Chen! Who else is in our class besides you?" Liu Feipeng fainted, daring Qianmai to use his words as hypnosis.
"You're crazy!" The third floor of the potential house became a zoo today. At this time, the Hedong Lion roars once again in response to the scene: "You hold on when I'm full, and go to fall in love with my classmates when I'm full? Don't even think about it, once The talk is broken, do I still want to hang around in front of my teachers and classmates?"
Looking at Qian Mai, who was shy and angry, Liu Feipeng stunned on the sofa. Why is there such a big gap between this person and the human brain structure? At this moment, he truly felt sorry for Peng Chen.
In Chen Zuping's small restaurant, people are refreshed on happy occasions, and the atmosphere of interaction is very natural. Everyone present here can usually drink a Gu, and now that it is open for drinking, it is even more so than a thousand cups of wine every confidant.
Qianmai sat in the corner, listening to them chatting, and catching a few words every now and then. After eating for an hour at the banquet, I was completely in Cao Ying's heart, but I didn't know what the "Han King" was tossing about now.
Wouldn't you actually go for surgery? The palm epidermis is so weak, I heard that it is a difficult project? But Latent Wheat really has no bottom. As soon as Peng Chen's temper comes up, who knows what will happen
Today is the National Day holiday anyway, and most of the attending doctors are on vacation, shouldn't Peng Chen move so fast? But who is right, money can make things worse, and private hospitals may be able to work overtime specially.
Ouch! Annoying! The little monster in the bottom of my heart is looking up to the sky and yelling.
When she knocked her phone on her head irritably for the third time, Liu Feipeng couldn't help but said: "Don't knock! Go out if you are worried."
This time, latent wheat is not as hard as a dead duck. Familiar with the road, climbed up to the balcony on the top floor of the Chen family, paced back and forth, considering how to speak.
Five minutes later, Qianmai once again regretted his intestines. You said, it would be great if she didn't drink alcohol like Xiao Mo, how could she end up restless and at a loss like today. What's more damn it is that she obviously didn't do anything wrong, but she ended up with a "ghost" guilty conscience.
Turning out the familiar number, as if on the "guillotine", Qianmai dull and fumbled for a while, until Sun Hongmei's call sounded downstairs, she closed her eyes and pressed the dial button.
"Wheat?" A few seconds later, the phone was picked up, and Peng Chen's deep and pleasant voice came from the microphone, and there was a faint melodious and smart piano sound.
Qianmai was stunned, his mind was blank, and all the words he had prepared were missing. How could he scream so naturally and happily, as if nothing had happened between the two.
"Oh, I'm Wheat." Right away, Qianmai seriously despised himself, isn't this nonsense.
"I know." Peng Chen smiled in a good mood, as if seeing Qianmai at a loss. With a gesture, he motioned for the manager to come over and take over his work, and then he turned and walked upstairs.
"Where are you? Have you eaten?" As soon as he said the words, Qian Mai looked up again in despair, the sky was blue and blue, and the sun smiled happily. She swears to the sun. Really, I didn't mean to say this, but the mouth asked it by itself.
The sun smiled without saying a word, and shone a bright beam of light on her face, narrowing her eyes.
"I'm in Chongqing and I was having a meal just now." Peng Chen answered all questions.
Long legs are pretty good at running. Qianmai slandered a little bit.
As if sensing Qianmai’s doubts, Peng Chen immediately added another sentence: “Today there is a new western restaurant in Chongqing. I’ll come over and take a look.”
Qianmai knows that now, he must be too busy to fight with his heels, and said: "Congratulations on getting rich! Then you are busy..."
"Don't hang up!" Before she could finish speaking, Peng Chen stopped him, walked into the office quickly, closed the door, changed his face from the coldness, lowered his voice and muttered: "This is your first. Take the initiative to call me this time."
"Is there?" Thinking carefully, it really is. Afraid of disturbing each other, the two have always been used to using QQ and text messages to contact each other. The occasional calls were also made by Peng Chen.
"I remember it clearly."
"Hey..." Someone who can't hang up can only laugh.
"Have fun at home during the holidays?"
"It's okay." For Peng Chen, it is not surprising that Qian Mai is in control of his whereabouts. Who told her to have a "stupid rape" who turned his elbow out of the house.
"'Golden Week' business is very busy, and I have to patrol a few stores. I will rush back as soon as possible after dealing with the outside affairs."
"Eh?... Oh..." Why do you want to report to me.
Immediately after that, there was a sigh of silence on the phone, and the two of them were silent, but they did not hang up the phone in unison, so idiotically wasting the phone bill.
"Mai, what can I do for you?" For a long time, it was Peng Chen who broke the silence first. According to his understanding, Qianmai would never call because he missed him. Although, he wanted her to do that very much.
"There is indeed something."
"Talk about it, I'm listening."
Peng Chen followed benevolence and temptation. It is strange to say that his clear voice seems to have a calming and stable quality. When things came to an end, Qian Mai suddenly discovered that, in fact, it was not that difficult to tell. No, I've been talking for so long, and it doesn't seem to be particularly embarrassing.
"Peng Chen, don't go for hand tattoo surgery... If you have to suffer a knife, it is me who should suffer."
Peng Chen paused, and immediately reacted, knowing that it would be sooner or later based on her friendship with Liu Feipeng. But he didn't expect that when he asked casually, Liu Feipeng immediately thought of her.
"Aren't you very superstitious? Then I will solve it once and for all. With a few strokes, let's do a'short-lived mandarin duck' together, no one is much better than anyone." Peng Chen said flatly, with a little bit of tone in his tone. The meaning of ridicule.
"No, it hurts." Qianmai vetoed it without thinking.
"It doesn't hurt at all. Compared to someone stabbing a knife into my heart, it hurts, at best, it's like being stung by a bee."
Hearing this, Qianmai’s heart sank, ignoring Peng Chen’s ridicule and sarcasm, and asked in a panic: "You haven’t had an operation yet, have you? It must have not been. You can’t find a doctor during the holidays. of… "
Working day and night for days and nights, Peng Chen rubbed his sore eyes, and retorted nonchalantly: "Who said I could not find a doctor."
Hearing this, Latent Wheat's voice choked, his legs were soft, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably: "Peng Chen, you are a fool, you are a fool, an egg, a duck, a bird, a fool..."
Realizing that there was something wrong, Peng Chen was anxious: "Mai, don't worry, I haven't said the second half. I have consulted a doctor, but I just asked..."
This time, before Peng Chen finished explaining, the Hedong Lion roar suddenly sounded in the microphone: "Peng Chen, you lie to me. You bastard, you badass, you are a tortoise bastard from start to finish..." To be continued, if you want to know what is going on, please visit www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)