Host, You're Targeted

Zhou Qisheng has been waiting in Zhou Qifeng's home.

At about 9:30, Zhou Qifeng came back with all his anger.

"Oh, come back?" Zhou Qisheng, leaning back on the sofa, looked up at him. "How did you make such a ghost look? What did you do last night? It's not what I thought it would be? "

Zhou Qifeng doesn't want to talk now. He grits his teeth and strides to the bedroom upstairs. Without paying attention, he asks Zhou Qisheng after him.

The door of the room slammed and Zhou Qisheng banged his mouth twice.

It's true that he lost his kidney. As a result, he didn't mean to be angry, did he?

Hi yo.

Zhou Qisheng unlocked his mobile phone and sent a message to his girlfriend: "honey, something mysterious happened to my brother. 】

back in the bedroom, Zhou Qifeng immediately took off his suit coat and threw it on the floor.

The wallet that was sandwiched in the inner layer of the coat fell out. Zhou Qifeng found that the buckle of the purse was not tightly closed.

He clenched his teeth and took a deep breath with his eyes closed before he crouched down to pick up his wallet.

When I opened my wallet, it looked like someone had moved it.

Zhou Qifeng, a 27 year old man who has never owned a room himself, does not understand that the identity information of each person who checks in is required to open a hotel room, rather than the identity information of the person who registers to open a room.

Thinking of Su Lin's indifference in asking for money in the morning, he felt that his true feelings during this period of time were like feeding the dog.

Is this kid so thoughtful?

Since you can do anything for money, why do you always pretend to be a pure teenager?

To whom? Who do you hook up with?

"Oh." Zhou Qifeng rolled his eyes and laughed. He threw his wallet on the bed.

Isn't it just for him? Hook up with him! Isn't it a success?

It's ironic.

Zhou Qifeng resisted the impulse of hitting the wall with a fist, tore his shirt, threw it into the garbage can, and lifted his feet into the bathroom.

What fall in love at first sight, what pure college students, are the mother of the world's dream, is the real life will not exist in the beautiful fantasy.

After taking a bath, Zhou Qifeng simply ate a few pieces of bread to pad his stomach, and Zhou Qifeng sat on his car to meet his blind date.

Zhou Qisheng wisely didn't ask Zhou Qifeng about his fate last night. He said what he liked and said nothing about it.

There is no air conditioner in the car. It rained in the morning. It's not hot at the moment.

Zhou Qifeng finally sobered up after blowing the cold wind, and his memory of last night gradually returned.

Those small details and small episodes that he saw in his eyes, slowly returned to their place.

Even if he is very angry now, he still has to admit that he just has feelings for Su Lin.

Su Lin's skin is white and his temper is hard. Last night, even his tears were so painful that he couldn't cry out. He scratched the sheets and wrinkled them. He didn't pick and pull on Zhou Qifeng.

Is too thin, a touch is all bones, fortunately its own softness is OK.

Countless details climbed up, and Zhou Qifeng couldn't help thinking about last night.

The memory of the morning was not good, but from the sense of memory left in him, last night was a good day.

Thinking of this, Zhou Qifeng pinched his fist on his side and almost wanted to give him two fists.

Don't think about that little miser! Zhou Qifeng warned himself, don't think he has no results, can not develop into a strange relationship? He's looking for someone to fall in love with, not to press the fire button together.

It's annoying.

Zhou Qifeng pedaled in the car.