Qiao Mingyue was with Qin Feng when she was in college, and people around her said openly and secretly, that whoever can go smoothly, get those excellent resources, achieve today's achievements, and act like a dog is not because of that The hands are the ass.
He wanted to say that he really relied on his hands.
Qin Feng liked his hands more than his body.
Qiao Mingyue got out of the car and looked up at the bright sun above her head. Qin Feng was the emperor in Huacheng, with a noble status and great power, and some people missed him. It was not surprising that there were other people besides him, or even a group of people.
But this time Qiao Mingyue felt strange, Qin Feng actually found someone in Jinjin, and it was a seller, and it was the cheapest and lowest-grade one there.
Not afraid of getting sick, not too dirty.
After Qiao Mingyue heard the wind, she felt that the other party must be more like the dead person than him, close to the exact same degree, so Qin Feng did that.
As a result, when I looked at the photos, I could only be considered straight, not a single resemblance to the dead one.
He came back one day earlier, on the day when Qin Feng was on a business trip, just to take a good look at it, what was different, which attracted Qin Feng.
The servants saluted, "Young Master Qiao."
Qiao Mingyue smiled and nodded, approachable.
Uncle Wang thought about it and asked, "Does the master know that you are back?"
Qiao Mingyue smiled, "I want to surprise him."
Uncle Wang smacked his face secretly. You came back to give this surprise to the man inside while the husband was not in the city.
People are paralyzed with fright.
Chen You at the dining table heard footsteps and conversation at the door, he put down his spoon and turned his head to look.
The man who came in was in his early thirties, well-dressed, with fine eyebrows and eyes, skin white as jade, and a slender figure comparable to a water snake's waist, set off by Uncle Wang with an orange-skinned face next to him, he could go to heaven to participate in a beauty pageant.
"This is Mr. Zhou."
Qiao Mingyue asked his servants to bring his bag and presented him with a box, "It's the first time we meet, a little kindness, please don't dislike Mr. Zhou."
Chen took another look. It was the latest mobile phone. It was a big deal. He couldn't justify not giving a gift in return, "There are still glutinous rice balls in the kitchen, Mr. Qiao, do you want some?"
Not long after, a dramatic scene happened at the dinner table.
The old man and the new man sit face to face and eat glutinous rice balls. This scene... is simply eye-catching.
The servants were already stunned, and so was Uncle Wang. Soon, they discovered that harmony is fake, and the truth is only when the combat level has risen.
Gunpowder smoke is filling the air, and there is no smell.
Qiao Mingyue ate gracefully, the spoon did not touch the mouth of the bowl, and the sound of chewing was ignored. This was a habit he was forced to develop over time.
He was surprised when he heard the various noises made by the people opposite him.
That man who hates all kinds of noises even more than him actually endured it, it's really fresh.
"The glutinous rice balls are delicious."
Chen You licked off the sesame seeds from the corner of his mouth, "Young Master Qiao likes to eat them, so I'll pack more next time."
Qiao Mingyue drew out her sword, "I thought it was done by a servant."
Chen You blocked again, "Second Master is picky."
Qiao Mingyue fought close, "Mr. Zhou can make glutinous rice balls, I haven't even been in the kitchen before."
"Have you never entered before?" Chen You shot back slowly, "If you want to enter, I can take you in right now."
Qiao Mingyue, "..."
Everyone, "..."
Qiao Mingyue wiped her mouth with a handmade handkerchief. He wiped it carefully and slowly.
Chen You was impatient, and couldn't bear to be so grumpy, so he took out a napkin and wiped it casually.
Qiao Mingyue, who smelled like a rough man, felt nauseous, "Mr. Zhou, I just got off the plane, and I went upstairs before the jet lag was reversed."
Chen You breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh good."
Qiao Mingyue glanced at the bowls and spoons in front of her, "Then on this table..."
Chen You folded his left leg on his right leg, and nodded, "I'll clean up."
Qiao Mingyue frowned, "How can I let you come to work as a servant?"
Chen said again, "It's all right."
"If you live here and do nothing, you are no different from a pig."
Everyone couldn't help but roll their eyes while praising, this mouth is really enough.
On the other hand, Qiao Mingyue was still as gentle as jade, with a smile on her face, "That's hard work for Mr. Zhou."
Chen grinned again, see you later.
When approaching the corner of the stairs, Qiao Mingyue pressed the pause button, and he turned around, "Mr. Zhou, do your clothes and pants fit well?"
Chen smacked his lips again, Mr. Xiao Qiao's teeth are really white, maybe he used Crest to show off his whiteness, but he couldn't show it off. He looked again and saw that the other party seemed to be holding a mine in his arms, "It's okay."
Qiao Mingyue lifted the landmine high and slammed it over, "I still have a few sets in the closet in my room, and they are all too big to wear."
Chen was bombarded by landmines, scorched outside and inside.
Fuck, so what he was wearing was all that this man couldn't wear, what was left
Underpants too
It shouldn't be, it's definitely not, it really can't be.
Chen also used his peripheral vision to scan Uncle Wang. Old man, you said you did this, but I don't know what to say. This is embarrassing.
Master Qiao is still waiting.
Chen You grinded his back molars, and his knuckles clicked. He couldn't turn his face on the spot. The stage had just been set up, and he had to continue singing.
He opened his mouth and laughed, "The clothes are pretty good, thank you Mr. Qiao."
"As long as you like it." Qiao Mingyue said, "Uncle Wang, you can bring it to Mr. Zhou later."
Uncle Wang's old face could no longer be seen, and he wanted to take it off and stuff it in his crotch.
After Qiao Mingyue went upstairs, Chen You wiped the table as if nothing had happened, collected the bowls and spoons and went to the kitchen.
The people outside listened, and after a while, there was a crisp sound from the kitchen.
Uncle Wang went over immediately.
Chen You stood beside the broken bowl, rubbing his arm against his nose, "I'm sorry, Uncle Wang, my hand slipped."
Uncle Wang said, "I'll let the servants clean it up, Xiao Zhou, go and rest." You hurry up, or the kitchen will be ruined.
Chen You pursed his lips, "Alright then."
Uncle Wang looked at the pool and then at the ground, he sighed, one is straightforward, the other is delicate, neither is easy to fool.
At noon, neither of the two people upstairs showed up, and they shut themselves up in the room.
Uncle Wang was very preoccupied, so he looked at the door from time to time. In the evening, when he saw his husband's car, he hurried forward and confessed to his carelessness.
"Sir, I think those clothes are still new, most of them even have the brand name, Mr. Qiao doesn't wear them, it's a waste to keep them."
How could Qin Feng have time to take care of such trivial matters, he just asked Uncle Wang to buy clothes for the little liar, and he didn't know there was such a trick.
"How did he react?"
What's the reaction? Uncle Wang recalled, "He said the clothes were pretty good, and he even thanked Mr. Qiao."
The corners of Qin Feng's lips hooked slightly, which meant he was blown up.
"Sir, what do you think about this matter..." Uncle Wang blamed himself, "I'm really confused."
"His brain is as big as a sesame seed, and it can't hold much. After one night, he will forget about it."
Qin Feng stepped forward with his long legs and went upstairs.
Uncle Wang was shocked, his tone sounded a bit intimate no matter how he heard it.
Qin Feng went directly to the innermost room in the corridor. He turned the doorknob and went in. The young man sat on the bed with his back facing him.
In the halo of dusk, the back is thin and quite melancholy.
Did that incident during the day really hurt his self-esteem
Qin Feng took a few steps closer, his face sank instantly, "Give me the phone."
Chen You was struggling to fight monsters, Yiyang poked and poked, "No."
Qin Feng's voice was dangerous, "Give it to me."
Chen You shuddered, his butt hurt, and he spoke less forcefully, "Wait a minute."
Qin Feng narrowed his eyes, "Will you give it?"
Chen You quickly poked and poked hard, "Brother, you are not cute like this."
A hand reached out and took the phone away, his finger still poking.
After realizing it, Chen You angrily jumped on Qin Feng, scratching and biting, "Give it back to me quickly, damn it, I'm dead!"
At the door, Qiao Mingyue was watching a play with her arms folded.