"ah!"

Another scream.

It wasn't Qin Guanglin, nor was it any harm, but the dead waiter on the computer, who was stepped on his finger and couldn't help but scream.

Qin Guanglin was sneaking at the little feet of Heodan. He couldn't help but look up at the computer when he heard the sound, and he was confused.

The waiter sprayed blood on his neck for a long time, why did he stand up again?!

"Look, the foreplay for the first twenty minutes is for this moment." Why don't you take your chin and click on the computer direction, "It's the main show now."

"Reversal, it turns out you like to watch this." Qin Guanglin looked a little serious.

The three men and the waiter were in the same group to deceive the fourth person they invited. The man was a rich man. The rich man was panicked when he saw the dead. He heard one of them say that he could spend money to settle the matter. When he was about to pay the money, he accidentally stepped on the waiter's finger, which made their trap leak out.

The plan declares bankruptcy.

"Something is a bit of a routine." Qin Guanglin saw the screen black and shook his head and said, "That's it..."

Before he finished speaking, the screen lighted up again.

night.

Restaurant.

Four people sat together to prepare for dinner.

The rich man dressed as a waiter served the meal to the table and then smiled slightly at the camera.

...

The second half of the words were swallowed back by Qin Guanglin, and the ending scene was too bright.

"Is it interesting?" Why bother asking.

"Yeah, it's very good." Qin Guanglin nodded.

The routine of suppressing the first half is like holding urine. The first half is boring and the ending is like urinating. It will be a reversal and it will be suffused quickly. It is a normal one, but it can only be said to be a little bit eye-catching.

The key to the last scene is like trembling after finishing the pain... Hey, it's very comfortable.

The finishing touch.

"Have you touched enough?" Why bother asking again.

“…”

"Let's go, run."

He climbed down from the bed with satisfaction and turned off the computer. He looked back and walked to the edge of the bed to take some oil. When he gritted his teeth and hit him, he quickly went out and brought him with him, "Change clothes quickly."

He waved his fist at Menkong in anger, and why couldn't help laughing again, stood up and took off his nightgown, looked down at his body, and a hint of pride appeared between his eyebrows and eyes.

Humph, I'm so greedy for him.

I changed into sportswear and went out to the downstairs. The crescent moon was hanging sharply in the sky. The evening breeze was not as stuffy as the previous two days, and it was as cool as it should be in summer nights.

"You have to run a little longer, right? I think it's enough to run to the stone bridge in front and then run back." Qin Guanglin tried to bargain, "It's not a competition, just run around."

"Do you want to touch it again?" Why do you lean on his shoulder and ask with a smile.

“I think an hour is perfect.”

Qin Guanglin nodded confidently, "It's 8:30 now, run to 9:00 and come back."

"What are you waiting for?"

Why not look around and pick up the small branches that I threw last night from the base of the wall, and gently whipped behind him, "Start!"

"You keep up, too."

Two people ran forward and behind on the street at night, using the dim street lights.

...

Ramen restaurant.

Sun Wen blew off half of the beer in one breath, and then burped on the table with a bang.

Before the noodles were served, there was an empty bottle on the table, and this was the second bottle.

Somehow, when I got off work, I took the car and returned to my previous residence in a daze. When I reached out to touch the key, I remembered that he could no longer stay there.

It had moved out as early as midnight on Saturday, and the house had nothing to do with him anymore.

Touching his stomach, he turned his head to look around, and Sun Wen twitched his teeth.

It's really boring.

What should I do now?

Arguing...or watching Korean dramas with her.

It's pretty good to think about it, at least I can make arguing, but now I can't make arguing.

He shook his head and laughed, raised the remaining half bottle of Gudu and finished drinking, "Boss, get another bottle of beer."

"Don't drink too much." The boss lady came over to the table with beer, and couldn't help but remind her.

A 1.9-meter-old man was sitting in his own store to drink wine. He was a little worried. It would be a lot of trouble if he drank too much.

"Don't worry, I'm drinking."

Sun Wen didn't care at all and didn't pick up the beer wrench she handed over, and pried it at the bottle with chopsticks.

Bang!

The beer cover flies high.

This is what I want... Sun Yat-sen threw the chopsticks aside and then gulped and mumbled for two more times.

He raised his head and opened his mouth to breathe a sigh of relief. Seeing the boss's wife sitting back at her seat, he smiled, "It's too hot in summer, so I have to drink two bottles of beer to relieve the heat."

Half a bottle of rice was eaten, and the steaming hand-rolled noodles had been served on the table. Sun Wen dug a spoonful of peppers and threw them in, poured them with vinegar and stirred them, and started to eat.

Stubborn, smooth.

The taste is very good, much better than the noodle restaurant downstairs where you rent a house in the past.

"Your chili is delicious." He wiped his mouth and praised the boss's wife, "The noodles are good, they are fragrant."

"I have been doing it for many years, but I can't learn his skills in making noodles." The boss's wife laughed and turned her praise to the chubby boss next to her.

"Hi, I have an exclusive trick to kneading dough, which others can't learn."

The boss raised his eyebrows with pride. Every time someone praised the noodles he made, he would show his joyful look, "If you like it, come often."

"Well, I'll come tomorrow." Sun Wen nodded, raised his head and drank the remaining half bottle of wine, and took out his wallet from his pocket, "How much?"

"Three bottles of beer, one bowl of noodles, twenty-one pieces."

"Give."

He handed the money to the boss's wife, Sun Wen put on his wallet and turned to the street, stopped and looked around, thought about it for a moment, there was nothing to do, so he simply returned to the hotel.

I haven't found a house to rent, so I can only stay in a hotel temporarily and then consider renting a house on the weekend.

Living in a hotel is much more comfortable than renting a house. Some people clean the hygiene and some people change the bed sheets. It is just that the noise outside in the middle of the night is too noisy, which makes people insomnia.

Lying on the bed, stretching his body and posing in a large shape, Sun Yat-sen closed his eyes and lay quietly for a while, then got up to the table and turned on the computer, intending to play two games.

It’s good to watch Korean dramas without anyone taking over the computer, just play them if you want.

When the computer is turned on, there is a photo of two people on the screen. They sit at the dining table and hold each other with their faces close to each other, smiling happily.

It seems that when he was renting a house together, he made a large table of food to celebrate, and the two of them took photos before they started eating.

Sun Wen frowned and opened the picture folder to change it. As a result, hundreds of pictures in the picture folder were all group photos and single photos of the two of them.

"laugh."

He looked at the photos with a sarcastic smile, pressed the keyboard to clear it, looked at the confirmation box above and hesitated again, clicked Cancel, and then opened the photos and looked around.

Each one is full of memories.

All of them are memories from a year ago or even earlier, and there are very few photos taken in the past year.

It turned out to have started so early...

Sun Wen was stunned at the screen, his fingers gently slid on the mouse wheel, his face in the photo magnified little by little, and the smile between her eyebrows and eyes became clearer and clearer.

Gradually, the eye filled the entire screen, and he was still sliding the roller, continuing to zoom in, and then zooming in.

Zoom into the end, only a piece of mosaic is left.

"Hey." Sun Yat-sen smiled at the screen. The colorful patch was almost the same as the pigment he painted.

He leaned back and wanted to look away, but forgot that under his butt was not the backrest chair in the company, but a four-corner stool.

Bang!

Hurry!

"Grass!"

A series of people were rumbling over and over, and the power cord was pulling the computer and slamming him.

The room was quiet again.
Chapter completed!