Qiu Xing admired Xie Yang's expression at this time, feeling relieved, and slowly changed his words and said, "Just kidding, he is a gadget that Xie's stuffed over. He will stay with me in the next few years."
Xie Yang: "..."
Feng Qinglin's expression was stiff.
The answer does not seem to be much better than the "joke" just now.
Seeing that they didn't respond, Qiu Xing's expression sank again: "Is this a joke?"
Feng Qinglin hurriedly smiled and said, "Uncle, you are so humorous. In your tone just now, I was so scared that I thought you were looking for a man to be my aunt. But why did the Xie family send a boy over, uncle? Are you..."
"You have asked too much." Qiu Xing changed his face again inexplicably, stood up and said coldly, "You have a good rest." After speaking, he turned and left.
Xie Yang looked towards Feng Qinglin. Feng Qinglin noticed Xie Yang's gaze, smiled helplessly, and said, "My uncle just thinks it out. You... Since you are by his side, please accompany him well, thank you."
Worthy of being a man who is the queen of the future, with good acting skills.
Xie Yang did not answer, turned around to follow Qiu Xing, waiting to see the heroine's next performance.
In the plot of the original book, the plot of visiting the sick is written from the perspective of the heroine. This night, after dealing with the agent, the hostess was worried about the host, and hurried to the hospital to visit. She accidentally heard the conversation between the host and Qiu Xing outside the ward. She knew a little about the host’s life experience and felt very good about the host. Sympathy, I can’t help but care for the male protagonist in the future... There is a small plot here. The female protagonist was too attentive because of eavesdropping, and did not notice the sudden enmity of going out. The two ran face to face, female. The Lord ran away in a hurry and successfully attracted the attention of the hatred.
The plot of a very romantic novel. Before Xie Yang was very disgusted, now Xie Yang wants to see it.
Qiu Xing has reached the door.
With both hands in his pockets, Xie Yang controlled the distance only one step behind Qiu Xing, and went to see the door of the ward.
Qiu Xing suddenly turned around, his tone of yin and yang was weird: "Why don't you walk so slowly, why don't you bear Qinglin?"
Xie Yang braked in time, and he didn't even hit Qiu Xing.
There was a little whistling noise outside the door, followed by a faint footsteps, and then returned to silence. Xie Yang swears with the acumen he developed in the last days, the heroine mostly ran away when he heard the movement.
He looked at Qiu Xing.
"What's your expression?" Qiu Xing lowered his head close to Xie Yang, his tone as cold as a viper ready to go, "I don't want to follow me, eh?"
"..." Xie Yang threw Qiu Xing's eyes at Qiu Xing with the tail of his eyes, and pushed him aside to open the door.
There was no one outside, and the hostess ran away.
Qiu Xing lowered his head a little, looking at his shoulder being pushed.
Xie Yang's mood suddenly improved.
After the two scenes just now, he has determined that although this is a book world, the plot does not seem to be unchangeable, and the behavior patterns of the characters in the plot are not restricted to death. For example, the dialogue between Qiu Xing and Feng Qinglin just now There are some differences in the original book. For example, the meeting between Qiu Xing and the heroine was destroyed by himself without any intervention.
In other words, as long as he slaps the butterfly wings, the cannon fodder will not necessarily die.
This is a world with high degrees of freedom.
Xie Yang had a bottom in his heart.
Qiu Xing noticed the corners of Xie Yang's cocked mouth, patted the place where he was hit with a sullen face, stepped past Xie Yang, and left.
The two got out of the hospital and got into the car one after another.
The driver found that Qiu Xing's face smelled a lot more than when he went in, but Xie Yang's eyebrows were loosened, and he looked in a good mood.
What happened
The driver carefully started the car, aimed at Xie Yang next to him, and at the Xie Yang in the back seat, silently overturning the previous comments on Xie Yang that he was “cowardly, bullying, low-class, don’t care”, and changed his mind to Xie Yang. A "Dangerous Goods" chapter has been created.
"Go to the Qiushui Mansion."
The driver returned to his senses and reminded: "But the boss..."
"Shut up and go to the Qiushui Mansion."
The driver came into contact with the gloomy sight Qiu Xing was looking at through the rearview mirror, gave a sharp shot, shut up quickly, and drove quietly.
Xie Yang was too lazy to guess what dumb riddles the two were playing, and closed his eyes and calmed himself.
Twenty minutes later, Xie Yang learned the answer to the dumb riddle. He stood on the first floor of a split-level apartment, watching the hatred upstairs.
"There is only one bedroom here, so I can only wrong you to sleep in the living room." Qiu Xing held on to the railing and smiled maliciously, "I hope you can have a good night." After speaking, he swept the clothes on his shoulders and turned to leave. Before leaving, I turned off all the lights on the first floor.
Xie Yang: "..."
The disease is not mild.
He looked around the living room, which was obviously not decorated yet, and there was no sofa. He looked for it and walked towards the bathroom.
The bathroom is very spacious, with an oversized bathtub, a stack of clean bath towels is placed on the shelf next to the bathtub, brand-new unopened toiletries are placed on the washbasin at the door, the water heater is on, and hot water is used casually. For Xie Yang, who has been in the last days, this condition is already a paradise, and he is very satisfied.
He took a comfortable hot bath, threw the dirty clothes into the washing machine, and only went around the living room around the bath towels. Fortunately, he found a carpet, folded it and laid it in the dry bathtub, and then Spread clean bath towels on the carpet and sleep comfortably after locking the bathroom door.
In the middle of the night, Xie Yang was awakened by the door opening, opened his eyes and faced Qiu Xing's gloomy face. He instinctively hides behind, accumulating his energy.
Qiu Xing sneered, raised his hand, and threw a quilt onto his face.
boom!
Qiu Xing ran away after he was scared, and slammed the door violently.
Xie Yang tore off the quilt on his head and stared at the bathroom door. The good temper that was polished by the end of the world was almost broken. He moved his palm, restrained his fist, and lay down again.
This dog has a temper, it really deserves not to get the heroine!
Xie Yang slept nightmarely until dawn. After waking up, he took out his clothes from the washing machine in a depressed mood, went out and went upstairs, kicked the bedroom door, and went in and pulled all the tightly drawn curtains open.
Sunshine scrambled into the room, piercing Qiu Xing's face brightly. Qiu moved his eyes, before he opened his mouth, he put poison in his mouth: "Who... Draw the curtains and roll away. I won't use it for work tomorrow!"
Xie Yang leaned against the small table in front of the window, and Liangliang replied, "Unfortunately, Mr. Qiu, I was hired by your mother to give you a happy birthday, and you can't decide whether to stay or leave."
Qiu Xing was completely awake, opened his eyes to look at him, getting up with breath: "It's you..."
Xie Yang sat down with a golden sword and provocatively said: "It's me, why, is Mr. Qiu going to fire me?"
Qiu Xing propped up his body to look at him. After a few seconds, the breath of getting up on his body suddenly disappeared. He raised his hand to grab the loose hair, got up and snorted, "Stop the wishful thinking, Xie Yang, your dad is selling It takes you all your life, this is nowhere." After speaking, he went straight into the bathroom.
Xie Yang watched him disappear behind the bathroom door. He condensed the arrogant posture he made deliberately, frowned, got up and left.
The breakfast was delivered by the driver. There were two servings, one very rich, full of a three-tiered large food box. The serving was rough, and there was a bowl of fried noodles bought on the road in a plastic bag, and it didn't even match the serving.
Xie Yang consciously took the fried noodles.
"Who told you to eat that?" Qiu Xing ordered the food box. "Eat this."
The driver who installed wallflowers quickly took a quick look at Qiu Xing, and then stepped forward to divide the porridge and dim sum in the food box into half and put them in front of Xie Yang.
Xie Yang had miscellaneous food last night. This time he was about to eat something light, so he pushed away the noodles without any comment, picked up the spoon and stirred the thick porridge, and fed it to his mouth.
The pure rice fragrant spread out in his mouth, and he took a pause and looked down at the porridge bowl.
This is actually a bowl of white porridge, the kind without any seasoning, and even the basic salt.
Qiu Xing smiled and asked, "Is the patient's meal delicious?"
Xie Yang swallowed the porridge without speaking. The rice used to cook the porridge is very good, and the cooking method is very delicate. For him, the taste... is simply enjoyable.
He drank another spoonful, savoured it carefully, nodded, and after spoonful after spoonful, he quickly drank a bowl of porridge. His stomach was still empty after the porridge, so he turned to his chopsticks and took a bite of a thin-skinned siu mai.
An umami taste that is purely mixed with the taste of the ingredients permeated the tip of the tongue, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at the driver: "Where did you buy these? The cook is good at craftsmanship." It suits his taste.
The driver was dumbfounded, and replied dryly: "Mr. Xie, these are made by the chef at home specially for the boss. You... Do you really think it tastes good?"
"Well, not bad." The joy and satisfaction of people who have been thirsty for food for a long time can't hide the joy and satisfaction of eating their favorite food. Although Xie Yang's tone is still flat when he speaks, people with a discerning eye can see that he likes the food in front of him. And the food is very satisfying and happy.
Qiu Xing's expression solidified, he glanced at the breakfast in front of him with a slight suspicion, and put a spoonful of porridge into his mouth, holding back his disgust.
The familiar faint taste was on the tip of the tongue, and the driver did not take the breakfast wrong.
He looked at Xie Yang incredulously: "You..." Is your tongue broken
Xie Yang just stuffed a whole piece of Shao Mai into his mouth, and raised his eyes to look at him after hearing the sound.
"..."
"Ha." Qiu Xing smiled suddenly, leaned back in the chair, in a cheerful tone, "eat more, this table is yours."
Xie Yang didn't bother to care about him, so he lowered his head and continued to eat.
After breakfast, Qiu Xing took Xie Yang and set off for the company. His good mood lasted for a long time. Not only did he lose his nerves on the way to the company, but he also cared about Xie Yang's current situation with the elder style.
"Is C University going to start school? When do you plan to go back to City B and have the money to pay the tuition?"
Only then did Xie Yang remember that the original owner is still a student, going to school at C University in City B, learning performances, and now in his junior year. Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered the group of people he saw when he just wore it last night.
Looking at the situation, it seems that the original owner is still a little artist
But how does he remember that the cannon fodder in the plot is a waste of no career, no friends, and purely raised by the villain. So is this a bug set in the book, or is he about to lose his job