Wen Qing raised his face and met Io's eyes. His eyes were narrow and long, with deep browbones, making his brows sharp, but when he lowered his eyes slightly and his eyes fell, his brows were slightly stretched and softened. a bit.
For some reason, Wen Qing felt that Io's expression was somewhat familiar.
Seeing Wen Qing staring at him blankly, Io raised his hand, tapped the table again, and repeated: "Do you want milk tea?"
Wen Qing recovered and nodded: "Drink."
After the words fell, Song Qiang on the side bluffed and said, "Yiou, why do you only ask Wen Qing? You don't ask me?"
"I want to drink poplar nectar."
Xu Fengfeng raised his hand: "I want caramel milk tea with sea salt."
"Okay." Io replied, leaning slightly on Wen Qing's table, "Yang Zhi Ganlu, Sea Salt Caramel Milk Tea, Wen Qing and I will have our signature milk tea."
"How about it?"
"Okay." Wen nodded lightly, still looking at Io.
He was already dressed, with white T-shorts, wide shoulders and narrow waist, and an excellent figure. His slender legs were carelessly crossed, tapping the ground lightly.
Wen lightly pursed his lips, showing more than just an expression.
Io's words and deeds are also somewhat familiar.
Wen Qing lowered his eyes and thought, he was already familiar with the head of the dormitory, but because he hadn't seen him in the game dungeon for a long time, so now he feels strange and familiar
Suddenly, Song Qiang's voice sounded in his ear: "By the way, Wen Qing, what kind of courier are you?"
Wen Qing tilted his head, only to see Song Qiang craned his neck, looking at his desktop curiously.
After catching a glimpse of the pink ribbon thrown on the table, Song Qiang immediately stood up and walked behind Wen Qing: "Oh, some suitor sent it."
Wen Qing looked at the real estate certificate on the table, her eyelids twitched, and hurried to get the cover.
As soon as he picked it up, he heard Song Qiang exclaim: "What the hell?"
"Fuck!"
Wen Qing paused and looked up at Song Qiang.
Song Qiang stood where he was, staring at the red book on the table dumbfounded.
"What? What is it?" Xu Fengfeng looked over in confusion, and after seeing the six characters "house ownership certificate", he blurted out, "Damn it."
Song Qiang stammered and asked Wen Qing: "What's the situation?"
"Have you bought a house?"
Wen Qing fell silent, not knowing how to explain.
Song Qiang wiped his eyes, and then looked at the red book cover, he was right.
After seeing another bunch of keys in the box, he said in a daze, "Wen Qing, you are not kind."
"Why didn't you tell us about such a big thing?"
"If I had known earlier that it contained a real estate certificate, I would have brought the courier back to you with both hands and feet."
Knowing that Wen Qing's situation would not buy a house easily, Xu Fengfeng asked curiously: "Did you win the lottery?"
"Or did you win a lottery like Weibo draws a house?"
Wen Qing lowered his eyes, wondering what reason to find.
He doesn't have the habit of buying lottery tickets, and the Weibo lottery draw is more likely to reveal his secrets.
Xu Fengfeng couldn't help touching the real estate certificate: "I haven't touched the real estate certificate yet, let me touch it."
"Where is this house?"
"Nan, Nancheng compound?" Xu Fengfeng's hand holding the real estate certificate trembled slightly.
He didn't dare to touch it again, and carefully returned the real estate certificate to Wen Qing, for fear that there would be more wrinkles on it.
Wen Qing took it blankly, Xu Fengfeng's expression was even more shocked than when he knew that the courier was a real estate certificate.
As for Song Qiang, he was speechless at the moment.
Wen Qing was puzzled: "What happened to the Nancheng compound?"
Xu Fengfeng slowed down for a while, and squeezed out a word: "Expensive."
Wen Qing was even more silent.
Xu Fengfeng looked down at Wen Qing's expression, saw that he didn't respond, and said, "This community is our newly built community."
Wen nodded lightly: "I know that."
When he used to work part-time, the bus would pass by.
Xu Fengfeng sighed faintly: "Do you know how much the house price is?"
Wen shook his head lightly.
Xu Fengfeng stretched out two fingers and made a comparison.
Wen Qing asked tentatively, "Twenty thousand?"
Xu Fengfeng looked at him numbly: "Add another zero."
Wen was startled slightly: "Two hundred thousand?"
"A flat?"
Xu Fengfeng nodded.
Wen Qing was stunned, he quickly glanced at the one-story house in the real estate certificate, it was more than five hundred square meters.
This real estate certificate is another string of countless zeros.
Xu Fengfeng continued: "It's not just that it's expensive. Not everyone can buy it in this community. I heard that when you look at it, you have to submit a proof of assets."
Wen pursed his lips lightly, which meant that this house could not be bought casually.
There is no possibility of winning the lottery to buy.
"Wen Qing," Xu Fengfeng called out, leaned in front of him, and looked at him eagerly, "You still don't know... you used to pretend to be poor, right?"
"It's actually a young master?"
Wen Qing was silent for a while, then said: "No."
Song Qiang came back to his senses and couldn't help but say, "Wen Qing, I'm dying of curiosity."
"You can reveal a little information, and we will help you keep it secret."
Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng stared at Wen Qing intently.
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, she exhaled, and said slowly: "Actually... when you didn't see me just now, I traveled into the infinite game world."
"This house is a reward through the game, and a sum of money was transferred to my card."
Song Qiang: "???"
Xu Fengfeng: "???"
Yi Ou paused with his fingertips, turned his head to look at Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng, and frowned slightly.
Wen Qing didn't notice the different expressions between Io and the other two roommates.
He was in a daze at the moment, and had to explain to Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng that he didn't pay attention to Io at all.
Song Qiang stumbled: "What infinite world?"
Wen gently lowered his eyes, and said slowly, "It's the kind of infinite novel you read."
Song Qiang was quiet for a while, and asked tentatively: "Then can you take me with you next time?"
"I also want to earn some wife money in my spare time."
With a straight face, Wen Qing said seriously: "It's too dangerous inside."
"People will die."
After the words fell, Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng did not respond.
301 is exceptionally quiet.
Wen Qing raised her eyes and saw Song Qiang holding back a smile, Xu Fengfeng was so happy that he couldn't even utter a sound.
Wen Qing: "..."
Song Qiang looked at his stern face, and said cheerfully: "Wen Xiaoqing, you are not so much time-traveling as rich parents are looking for you."
Wen Qing was taken aback, and looked at Song Qiang in surprise.
Good excuse, good reason.
Very reasonable.
From Xu Fengfeng's point of view, his appearance was the truth as told by Song Qiang.
Xu Fengfeng bent his arms and punched Song Qiang's stomach hard.
Song Qiang's hippie smile disappeared immediately, and when he realized it, he looked at Wen Qing and asked nervously: "That...Wen Qing, can it be true?"
Wen lightly pursed his lips, not knowing how to make it up.
It is quite reasonable for parents who have lost contact for many years to send money and houses.
But then what should I say when I ask my parents
Or simply said that he inherited the inheritance
Wen Qing lowered his head and pondered, lost in thought.
Seeing this, Song Qiang felt more and more that what he just said was right.
Reminiscent of Wen Qing's out of state just now, everything makes sense.
It must be because the biological parents came to the door.
Such a large sum of money was given and never showed up.
Song Qiang thought about it for a while, and came up with a complete plot in his brain. The rich father or mother reorganized the family, and in order to let Wen Qing not disturb their current life, they gave money to sever ties.
Wen Qing was still hesitating what to say, Song Qiang patted him on the shoulder suddenly, and sighed: "Wen Qing, don't think about it anymore."
"Anyway, they never taught you, nor did they raise you, so you can just treat it as a windfall, and take away the house and money."
Song Qiang persuaded: "The feelings in the wealthy family are all fake, and the money is real."
"Now that I have money and a house, I don't have to get involved in those messy things, how wonderful..."
While persuading Song Qiang, he quietly pinched Xu Fengfeng.
Xu Fengfeng grinned and nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, Song Qiang is right."
Wen Qing blinked and understood.
Song Qiang thought that the house and the money were the money that his biological parents had severed with him.
Wen Qing nodded slowly, and sincerely thanked Song Qiang: "Thank you."
Song Qiang really dozed off and sent a pillow, what a nice guy.
There is no need for him to think of excuses and make up reasons.
Song Qiang patted him on the shoulder again, and comforted him: "Wen Qing, you don't have to feel bad, just tell us if you have anything to do in the future."
"We'll scold that idiot for you."
Wen nodded slightly.
Xu Fengfeng continued: "Wen Qing, if you don't mind, I can be your father too."
Wen Qing: "..."
Xu Fengfeng: "Song Qiang can play the role of mother."
Song Qiang rolled up his sleeves to show off his muscles: "Xu Fengfeng, how do you think I should be the father?"
Xu Fengfeng: "You are more of a mother."
Song Qiang: "You are a special mother."
The two talked to each other, and suddenly, Io said, "The milk tea is here, I'll get it."
Song Qiang muttered, "Io is really calm."
"Facing a billion people, you don't change your face."
Xu Fengfeng said with a smile: "Io must be a young master too, look at his bullying, and then look at your appearance."
Wen Qing looked at Iou's back, and asked them tentatively: "Do you think Iou's appearance has changed?"
Song Qiang was puzzled: "What change, isn't he always like this?"
"Tall and handsome."
Xu Fengfeng muttered: "The height is okay, I look about the same height as me."
Song Qiang kicked him: "Go and pee and look in the mirror."
…
Soon, Io returned with four cups of milk tea.
He threw the milk tea to Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng, walked to Wen Qing, took out a cup of signature milk tea, took apart the straw, inserted the milk tea, and handed it to Wen Qing.
Wen Qing watched his series of movements, then at Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng at the side, and slowly looked away.
He lowered his head and drank his milk tea, staring blankly.
The taste of this milk tea is very familiar.
It is very similar to the milk tea made by the housekeeper, and it is exactly the same as the milk tea sold in batches in the world.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and she raised her eyes to look straight at Io.
He opened his mouth and was about to ask, but Song Qiang took a quick step and asked Io directly: "Director, which store's milk tea is this? It's delicious."
"It's newly opened," Io pointed to the bag of milk tea, and said to them, "it's called a milk tea shop."
Wen Qing lowered her eyes, stared at the trademark for a while, and searched the Internet for this milk tea shop.
Not a single piece of news.
He asked, "Isn't it a chain store?"
Io hummed: "It's private."
Wen Qing took another sip of milk tea, 001 said that he would come to him.
Will it be 001
Io glanced at him and asked casually, "What are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking about..." Wen paused, then said casually, "about the house."
Hearing the house, Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng became more energetic, and quickly asked: "Are you going to sell it? Or live by yourself?"
Wen Qing said honestly: "I haven't thought about it yet."
Song Qiang quickly asked: "If you plan to live by yourself, can we stay overnight when we go out overnight?"
Xu Fengfeng interjected, "Is it a blank room or a renovated one?"
"I don't know either." Wen Qing pursed his lips and lowered his eyes.
With 001's personality, it should be decorated for him.
Wen Qing unconsciously bit the straw, he suddenly thought of 001.
"Let's go and see it another day, Wen Qing will show us some knowledge." Song Qiang said with a smile.
Wen nodded slightly.
"Fuck, why is it two o'clock?" Xu Fengfeng exclaimed, pulling Song Qiang's clothes and going out, "Hurry up, the squad leader said that there will be a meeting this afternoon."
The two hurried out.
Wen Qing held the milk tea in his hands, staring blankly at the air.
Do you want to go to the milk tea shop to have a look
Io turned his head and stared at the tranced Wen Qing.
He lowered his brows and eyes, biting the straw with his teeth, and his lips were slightly sunken by the plastic straw, making him extraordinarily bright red.
Can't look away for a while.
Feeling the extraordinarily hot gaze beside her, Wen Qing tilted her head to look over.
Io stared at his face and asked, "Are you doing anything this afternoon?"
Wen Qing shook his head hesitantly: "No, what's the matter?"
Io put down the milk tea in his hand, put his hands on the table, and said lazily: "I recently joined a project of Professor Chen, and I want to design a new holographic game."
"Each member is required to draft a plan for the current fashion trend."
Wen Qing nodded half-understanding, and said to him: "But I don't play games very much."
Io said casually: "This game is for everyone, and it also needs the opinions of people who don't play games."
Without thinking too much, Wen Qing asked directly, "What do you want to ask?"
Io closed his eyes half-closed, and casually tapped the table with his fingertips: "The infinite novel you just mentioned is very interesting."
"If you study a game with this theme, the player is a human being, and the boss should be a god, right?"
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she pursed her lips tightly.
"There are too many gods and monsters in the Greek mythology series and our traditional Huaguo mythology," Io paused, and continued, "Compared to this, it is easier to make up a simple mythology system."
Wen gently raised his eyelids, staring blankly at Io's angular profile.
As if he didn't notice his gaze, Io said casually: "Except for the main god, do you think there are a few more gods that are more suitable for new players?"
"Three? Four? Five..."
Wen Qing: "Three."
Eo nodded, and the corners of his lips raised slightly: "The three are pretty good, and the triangular relationship is relatively stable."
Wen gently pursed her lips, and after a while, slowly raised her hand to touch Io's face.
It's warm, human body temperature.
There is no coolness, unlike Yu Xing, Sikong, Ji Yu and the butler.
Wen gritted his teeth lightly, and touched Io's chest again.
"thump-"
"thump-"
A steady heartbeat.
is human.
Wen Qing's eyelashes quivered slightly, and she curled her fingers.
He was about to retract his hand, but in the next second, Io suddenly grabbed his hand.
"Touch me?"