He Zhou's face darkened when he heard this, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Qiu Yanzhi, there is something wrong with your brain, don't slap it on me!"
Meng Qikang only felt that he was being slandered in vain, his body trembled with anger, and his words were a little incoherent: "We have nothing happened, we... We are just ordinary, ordinary friends."
"Ordinary friend?" Qiu Yanzhi almost laughed, "Don't tell me that He Zhou has liked you for almost 20 years, and even carries the broken bell you gave you, you don't know anything about it. "
"Qiu Yanzhi! Shut up for me!" He Zhou snapped.
"... bell?" Meng Qikang was stunned, he turned his head blankly to look at He Zhou: "You have been..."
You just know it, the heroine of an idol drama.
Qiu Yanzhi finally laughed, only regretting that there were no melon seeds in his hand at the moment.
But as soon as he looked down, he saw the lunch box in his hand.
Fresh green lunch box.
Fresh and bright.
Just like the top of his Qiu Yanzhi's head.
When he thought of how he was preparing the meal with joy and anticipation just now, Qiu Yanzhi couldn't help but get angry.
The lunch box was thrown away with a bang.
Unexpectedly, this lunch box also has a temper. After being thrown against the wall, it bounced again, and finally smashed it straight in the direction of Meng Qikang!
At the critical moment, He Zhou swooped up and hugged Meng Qikang tightly in his arms. The lunch box slammed into He Zhou's back with a slap. The lid of the lunch box was smashed open at this moment, and the seaweed egg smashed open. The flower dumpling soup ran down Hezhou's spine.
The new lunch box insulation effect is good.
He Zhou let out a painful groan, and the place where the hot soup flowed was steaming hot.
Meng Qikang screamed and nervously looked at the place where He Zhou was scalded. His eyes were flushed, and it seemed that he was about to cry in the next second, but He Zhou softly comforted him that he was fine.
"Crack, crack, crack."
Qiu Yanzhi reached out and clapped a few times.
He chuckled lightly: "It's really a concubine, it's touching."
Qiu Yanzhi looked at them, the smile on his face gradually faded, and his tone was quite calm.
"From today onwards, I, Qiu Yanzhi, will not play with you anymore. I wish you a happy marriage for a hundred years, give birth to your son early, and have many descendants!"
After all, he pushed open the door.
There were a lot of people standing in front of the office.
They are all listening to the gossip with their ears pricked up.
How much is heard in the end depends on the sound insulation effect of the door.
But now, Qiu Yanzhi doesn't care at all.
Seeing Qiu Yanzhi push the door and come out, the group of people dispersed again with a hurrah.
The space that Qiu Yanzhi saw immediately became open and empty.
His back was straight, his steps were steady, his face was expressionless, neither happy nor angry, and soon disappeared from people's sight.
After Qiu Yanzhi came out of the company, he turned into a nearby park.
The flowers here are real, the grass is real, and the trees are real.
Pick a leaf and you can even squeeze out the fresh juice.
Qiu Yanzhi was just sitting on a bench in the park.
He sighed, as if tired.
said softly.
"Rhubarb, quit the game."
"I really don't play anymore?" Da Huang asked quietly.
"Stop playing."
"Because they were sleeping?"
Qiu Yanzhi shook his head, "I don't know."
From start to finish.
He and Meng Qikang have always been talking.
He Zhou didn't explain a word to him.
If it is not inexplicable, it is disdainful to explain.
From start to finish.
He Qiu Yanzhi did not occupy half of the field in He Zhou's heart.
He now felt inexplicable irony when he remembered the excitement of cooking in the morning and the way he snickered under the covers last night.
He was really stupid, really, he really thought that the cycads could bloom.
He played this game for a month, trying his best and forgetting to eat and sleep.
In the end, I don't know if he is playing the game or the game is playing him.
"Then why did you..."
"Da Huang." Qiu Yanzhi smiled, "Your game is really tricky."
The corners of his lips flattened little by little.
"D."
Qiu Yanzhi was too irritable after he came out of the game cabin.
Wrapped in a quilt and slept from day to night.
In my dreams, I dreamed of He Zhou's icy eyebrows.
Immediately woken up.
Qiu Yanzhi sat on the bed, still a little angry.
What a rubbish game.
Ruin my youth.
Go bankrupt sooner or later.
At this moment, Qiu Yanzhi's cell phone rang suddenly.
It was an unfamiliar number, Qiu Yanzhi frowned and answered the phone.
A low male voice sounded: "Hello, I'm Fei Sihao."
Fei Sihao... Who
Wait, what's with this name... It's inexplicably familiar.
Qiu Yanzhi rubbed his temples and thought about it.
Finally found the memory of this name on the business card that was thrown into the trash last night.
Qiu Xicheng's friend
Qiu Yanzhi frowned, wanting to find a reason to hang up.
As soon as I looked up, I saw the closed holographic game cabin in the corner of the room.
Qiu Yanzhi didn't know what was wrong in his mind.
He started chatting with that person.
I didn't expect it to be too embarrassing to chat.
But Qiu Yanzhi didn't eat that day. He patted his flat stomach and said, "Mr. Fei, let's stop talking for now, it's time for me to eat."
"Huh? What do you want to eat then?"
Qiu Yanzhi got out of bed, pulled his slippers, and walked to the restaurant.
I looked around and couldn't find anything to eat.
It seems that the person was resigned yesterday, and the new housekeeping has not come yet.
Qiu Yanzhi sighed, took out a bag of instant noodles, and said to the person on the phone, "Looks like I'm going to eat instant noodles."
Fei Sihao said with a low smile, "Would you like to come out and eat with me?"
Qiu Yanzhi put down the instant noodles, stood there, and said with a smile, "Mr. Fei's treat?"
Fei Sihao: "Well, what do you want to eat?"
"Wonton..." Qiu Yanzhi's voice stopped abruptly.
"Wontons?" Fei Sihao asked.
"Everything is fine except wontons."
Fei Sihao's voice was warm: "Then where is your home? I'll pick you up now."
"No, you say the address, I'll just go by myself."
Fei Sihao smiled: "On the first date, can classmate Qiu give me a chance to express?"
Qiu Yanzhi: "Changming Road, Linsen Apartment, Building 2."
The other end of the phone paused for a moment, then slowly said, "Your house number is..."
"2071."
Fei Sihao suddenly laughed lowly.
"What's wrong?" Qiu Yanzhi asked.
"You open the door." Fei Sihao said.
Qiu Yanzhi walked over without knowing why, and opened the door.
There was clearly nothing at the door.
Just when Qiu Yanzhi was about to close the door again.
The door opposite was suddenly opened.
A handsome man smiled and said, "Squeak, I'm in 2072."
Qiu Yanzhi blinked and looked up.
Most likely, there are some similarities between Qiu Yanzhi's looks.
Between this person's eyebrows, there is a bit like Qiu Yanzhi's favorite male star, and a bit like He Zhou.
But when Fei Sihao smiled softly at Qiu Yanzhi.
That vague resemblance was diluted a bit.
You were probably fed up with He Zhou's love and cynicism.
Fei Sihao's demeanor was gentle and polite, and Qiu Yanzhi felt a little uncomfortable.
Qiu Yanzhi has not really been in love with anyone for a long time in order to hide his sexual orientation.
Fei Sihao is obviously a master of love.
He would take Qiu Yanzhi for a drive and stand on the bridge to see the most beautiful night view of the city.
He will remember Qiu Yanzhi's taste and spend two hours in line to buy Qiu Yanzhi's favorite cakes.
When he walked side by side with Qiu Yanzhi, he would ignore the eyes of passers-by and hold Qiu Yanzhi's hand generously. When the cold wind blew, he would naturally hide Qiu Yanzhi's hand in his pocket.
When the two went out on a date for the third time.
The wind is a bit strong.
Qiu Yanzhi shrank his neck coldly, and Fei Sihao went into the store and bought an off-white scarf.
He carefully wrapped the scarf around Qiu Yanzhi's neck.
Then he looked into Qiu Yanzhi's eyes.
His eyes were as tender as a pond of spring water was disturbed.
The gentle tone can melt the snow in winter.
"Squeak, is it okay to be my boyfriend?"
Qiu Yanzhi frowned and smiled brighter than him.
"OK."
the other side.
"Mr. He, no one at the school has seen Mr. Qiu, nor has he found any consumption records or travel records, and he has not even turned on his mobile phone. In addition, our people have basically searched the city this week. All the surveillance video, but still did not find Mr. Qiu's figure, although I am sorry, but we reasonably suspect that something may have happened to Mr. Qiu..."
"… keep looking."
He Zhou buried his face deeply in his hands, his voice hoarse.