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Hearing his rising tone, Qizheng couldn't help turning her head and asking, "Well, why?"

Lu Chen and him looked at each other for a while, and then said, "Do you talk about movies every time?"

Qizheng: "Yes."

Really only chatting about movies.

After a while, he said again: "There is still weather."

But after he finished speaking, Lu Chen was still looking straight at him.

Wei Ling suddenly thought of something, and shouted: "Speaking of subpoenas! Lu Chen's mother also..."

"My mother said she would introduce you." Lu Chen interrupted directly.

Wei Ling was taken aback for an instant, completely forgetting what he was going to say just now, and hastily refused: "No, no, no! I'm already happy..."

Halfway through, he suddenly bit his tongue and stopped.

The atmosphere on the table was suddenly full of indescribable.

Everyone's face is different.

Wei Ling's face was nervous, and he kept sneaking glances at Fan Chi out of the corner of his eyes.

Fan Chi continued to eat noodles calmly, but his ears turned red.

Lu Chen slowly scooped up the remaining soup with a spoon, and his movements were idle.

Qizheng tried hard to recall the content of the nonsense chat with a bowl of chicken soup, but after much deliberation, it was these themes anyway.

He glanced away and saw that the bowl of the person next door was empty, so he said, "Aren't you full?"

Lu Chen also unceremoniously scooped up the other side's noodles: "I'll be full after eating yours."

Qizheng pushed the bowl over immediately, he really couldn't eat anymore, anyway, this person has a big appetite, so it is more than enough to deal with the rest.

But the atmosphere on the table was still strange and weird.

Qizheng casually said, "Master, besides the tennis court, do you have any other facilities for playing ball?"

Wei Ling suddenly came back to his senses, and hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, you and Lu Chen are going to play basketball."

Lu Chen: "I often play basketball, let's change to something else."

"Play often? When?" Fan Chi suddenly wondered.

They were all learning self-defense in their physical fitness class this semester, and they didn't hit any balls.

Lu Chen: "When I was a sophomore in high school."

It's just that Qizheng is playing on the left side of the court, and he is on the right side.

Fan Chi couldn't help but laugh: "That's not playing, it's clear that you are making trouble."

At that time, as long as Qizheng was on the field, whether it was a timeout or warm-up before the game, another ball would fly from the next field from time to time.

And he always thought that in such an imminent situation, the two of them would throw off the basketball in the next second and go to the playground to fight.

But it never happened.

Qi Zheng said to Fan Chi, "For him, that's playing."

The man next door then bent his lips to look at him, the two bowls of soup in front of the table were all empty.

Wei Ling also fell into memory: "I thought you two were going to smash each other to death with a basketball."

It's just that this was only a few months ago, and now it's very far away in retrospect. The image of grabbing a rebound in his mind has been replaced by the scene of the two free throws in front of him.

Is this the so-called --- happy time is always very short! ?

From the changeable expression on Wei Ling's face, Qi Zheng could see exactly what Wei Ling was thinking, and calmly replied: "It's not happy at all, it's just a certain pup loves to find me."

Same skin as the lion cub wool felt he made last week.

Lu Chen said with a lazy smile: "The young master said grabbing rebounds is a sign of friendship."

Wei Ling quickly threw the pot away: "Don't talk nonsense! Being friendly means that you run off the playground together!"

There is also a diary for exchanging ghost symbols!

Fan Chi: "..."

Qi Zheng: "Eldest Young Master, why don't you suggest him, you can also try to be friendly to other people."

Wei Ling showed horror in an instant: "Brother Zheng, don't hurt your classmates! The way Lu Chen behaves friendly, the other party may cry in fright."

When the person in question heard this, he immediately smiled with a skinny and lazy face, and sat back idly.

Fan Chi: "Let's forget it, probably only Xiaozheng in the whole grade can bear this kind of friendship."

Qi Zheng said blankly: "He has obstacles."

Lu Chen: "Otherwise, what kind of friendly way do you like?"

He stretched out his hand and pulled the Qizheng casually.

Unexpectedly, Qizheng was instantly tilted by this force, and half of it was leaning towards Lu Chen's side.

Wei Ling: "Lu Pi, don't tear Brother Zheng's clothes!"

This is his home, he has to maintain order!

If necessary, he will send someone out for a penalty run!

Fan Chi said: "Strictly speaking, those are Lu Chen's clothes."

Qizheng waited for the person beside him to take a look, and returned to his seat.

Wei Ling said suddenly: "No wonder Brother Zheng always says that Lu Pi has rabies, it seems quite similar."

Lu Chen raised his lips and remained silent.

Qi Zheng said to him expressionlessly: "Anyway, remember to get a rabies vaccine every day before class."

Lu Chen: "Aren't you going to study medicine in the future? Wait for you to make it."

Wei Ling opened his eyes wide, and said in an adoring tone: "Brother Zheng wants to study this department! It's very suitable."

He picked up the knife with a calm face, then calmly cut open the patient's stomach, and finally mended it calmly.

The painting style is suddenly terrifying.

It is really suitable for Qizheng!

Seeing that his expression had turned into panic, Fan Chi laughed and said, "It's not you that Xiaozheng dissected, and didn't you want to invent the vaccine first?"

Wei Ling: "Speaking of vaccines, the class is full of students who have entered the maturity stage. I think several of them have restraining bracelets on their hands."

Fan Chi nodded: "The teacher in the infirmary asked me to pick it up in early January."

His birthday is in March, and the bracelet must be worn in advance.

Wei Ling nodded solemnly, and said, "Brother Zheng, you won't receive it until the next semester starts."

Qizheng: "Well, let's cover April."

Although he has abnormal pheromones and cannot be smelled, he usually has to put on a show and wear a restraint bracelet.

Lu Chen suddenly leaned forward and looked at him lazily.

Fan Chi recalled: "When I was in junior high school, there were a lot of alphas who really wanted to know Xiaozheng. Everyone was trying to guess the taste of Xiaozheng's pheromones. But when they saw your performance in physical fitness class, they were all scared and gave up."

After all, many alphas still have established impressions in their minds, and it is a shame to think that they are weaker than omega.

Regardless of whether it was the horizontal bar or the long-sprint competition, Qizheng was the fastest to complete at that time, and the scores were also the highest in the grade.

Wei Ling said with great interest: "Lu Chen is also a series with endless physical strength, and he is an active child in junior high school."

Fan Chi: "In the school we were studying at that time, there was no one with better physical fitness than Xiaozheng."

But after meeting Lu Chen in high school, Qi Zheng never won the first place in the school in sports.

Wei Ling asked curiously: "So Brother Zheng thinks that the physical fitness of the future partner is better than yourself?"

With strong O and strong A, the basketball frame should be broken soon.

Qizheng's eyes wandered, and he said, "I don't really care about this."

Wei Ling nodded to express his understanding, and then asked the other person, "How about you, Lu Chen? Do you want to find a stronger opponent?"

"Anything is fine." Lu Chen simply replied.

He knows that for a certain gender, no matter how strong it is originally, its physical strength will plummet after the maturity period, so whether its physical strength is strong or weak, it doesn't really matter much.

Wei Ling responded thoughtfully, and said after a while, "Probably no matter what it is, they will be scared to death by Lu Chen's rabies."

Lu Chen smiled lazily: "Anyway, someone can make a vaccine."

Qizheng calmly said: "Then you remember to print two of them every day."

Wei Ling rubbed his stomach, stretched his waist hard, and said, "Let's take a break before going to play. Exercising after eating is not good for the stomach."

Fan Chi: "What are you going to do for a rest?"

Wei Ling thought for a while, and then said, "Shall we read poetry together?"

Qizheng: "You read it yourself, I'll go to sleep on the sofa."

Lu Chen: "I watch TV."

Fan Chi suggested: "Why don't you watch another movie? Anyway, it's just after noon, so go exercise in the afternoon."

Lu Chen: "Continue to watch Christmas to make trouble?"

Qizheng looked puzzled: "Why are you so obsessed with that film?"

Wei Ling: "Probably because the title of the film matches Lu Pi well."

Trick or Treat: Here Comes Lupi, or something like that.

Qizheng burst out laughing upon hearing this.

Wei Ling: "It's a pity that we didn't play the gift exchange this year, so I'll go and buy the trick-or-treating Christmas movies as an exchange."

Qizheng said expressionlessly: "If I get it, I will kill you."

Lu Chen: "I really want to see it."

He can play it when someone comes to his house during the New Year's Eve, and he can appreciate the other person's speechless expression while watching the movie.

After the four of them got up and simply cleared the dining table, they moved to the cinema room.

Everyone was sitting in the positions just now, and Wei Ling also selected the film by voice. Now the voice control machine has returned to normal, and the control is very smooth.

This time I chose a sci-fi interstellar film, and the camera work was good at the beginning, so no one had any objections.

Qizheng thought it looked pretty good, but he had just eaten and the temperature in the theater was moderate, so he felt a little drowsy after watching it.

Seeing that he was sleepy, Lu Chen said, "Go to sleep, or you won't have the energy to play later."

After a while, Qi Zheng nodded.

I don't know if it's because of the gradual approach of maturity, but he feels that his physical strength is not as good as when he was a sophomore in high school.

So he adjusted his position, intending to take a nap in a comfortable position, but found that the armrests of the sofa were too short, even if he propped his cheeks with his hands, it was still not high enough, and his neck was bent and hurt.

Lu Chen suddenly pulled him over and said, "Lie here, this feature film lasts for two hours, so I can catch some sleep."

Qizheng: "Don't make trouble while I'm sleeping."

He doesn't want to be the main character of Christmas trick or treating.

Lu Chen raised a smile: "Understood."

Qizheng leaned her body to the left and leaned against his shoulder.

The temperature of the small theater is automatically adjusted, and he fell asleep within 5 minutes.

The war between the stars continued to play on the big screen.

While Lu Chen was watching the movie, the faint fragrance of shampoo wafted by from time to time.

It was a smell he was very used to, and he could smell it every day when the two of them sat at the same table at school.

The person beside him was breathing long and steadily, and was soundly asleep.

When the final battle was shown on the screen, Lu Chen was the only one left awake in the theater.

The two people in the front row were blowing on the air conditioner, and they all fell into a coma.

Lu Chen whispered a few words to the player, and the sound of the special effects in the room instantly became quieter.

As small as the whisper of sleeping music, the subtle sound is accompanied by the air conditioner.

……

When Qizheng was shaken awake, the movie had already finished.

Cast lists floated across the screen in rapid succession.

Wei Ling in the front row stretched vigorously and yelled for stretching. Fan Chi also rubbed his eyelids to wake up.

"Aren't you asleep?" Qizheng asked, turning her head to her side.

"No, but someone fell asleep very soundly."

He also found that Qizheng's physical strength has declined recently.

Qizheng: "Is there any tenderness for you?"

Lu Chen smiled and shook his arms: "Well, it hurts."

Qizheng knew that the other party was just talking nonsense, so she said after a while: "Then it will be okay if I twist it a bit?"

Lu Chen laughed and stood up.

When Qizheng also stood up, there was a sudden weight on his shoulders, and Lu Chen slightly bent his elbows, trapping his neck lightly between his elbows. It seemed that the posture he outlined did not actually hurt him.

This posture caused the distance between the two of them to be very close, Qizheng raised his eyes and said, "Why? Rabies broke out again?"

There was a smile on the corner of Lu Chen's lips: "Well, wait for your antidote."

Qizheng stretched out his hand suddenly, and slammed the long finger of the other party who was in front of him. Then Lu Chen laughed and relaxed his arm, resting it lightly on his shoulder.

In the front row, Fan Chi's legs were numb from sleep, so he couldn't stand up for a while, Wei Ling stood aside, quietly waiting for the other party to recover.

After a while, all the talents left the theater together.

Although it was past noon at this time, the sun was still dazzling. The four of them bypassed the main building and arrived at the tennis court. The bright sun is still not conducive to playing.

After Lu Chen raised his racket, he swung it casually twice.

Fan Chi: "Did you start practicing when you were a child?"

The opponent's movements are very standard, and it can be seen that the smashing posture should be very skilled.

Wei Ling replied on behalf of the client: "He only played tennis for the first time in the second year of junior high school. It is probably difficult for him to do no sports."

Fan Chi: "Xiaozheng only played in junior high school, and was praised by the physical education teacher for playing well."

Wei Ling teased: "I think they should fight and see if we can decide the winner."

"Didn't they often compete in class recently?" Fan Chi swung the racket lightly, the yellow ball jumped up and down the net, and caught every hit accurately.

Wei Ling looked at his handsome side face, and suddenly lost his mind. It took a long time to realize what the other party said, "Competition in class? Competing with what?"

Qizheng replied, "Play chess."

Last week, Lu Chen brought a mini chessboard to the classroom, and they played several games while the class was boring.

Lu Chen: "We'll play tennis with two or four?"

Wei Ling: "Let's fight each other separately. Don't bring me and Xiao Chi in the wrestling match between you and Brother Zheng."

He took a bag of balls from the sideline and walked to the next field with Fan Chi.

Qizheng said to the tall figure in front of him, "You serve first."

Lu Chen: "How many games?"

"Let's play three games first."

The two immediately swung their rackets and played against each other extremely smoothly. Most of the time, neither side conceded the ball.

After the three rounds were over, Qizheng walked to the storage table outside the arena. Right now, his forehead was sweating a little, so he casually took a can of bottled water, twisted it open, poured it in with his head up, and only stopped after drinking half of the can.

As soon as he stopped, the water bottle in his hand was immediately taken over. Lu Chen drank the remaining water, squeezed it casually, and then raised his arm and threw it into the trash can ten feet away.

There was a clang, the sound of an empty plastic bottle falling into the bottom of the bucket.

Qizheng glanced at him: "Did you deliberately lose points in the last round?"

Lu Chen smiled: "No."

Qizheng stared at him, waiting for the next sentence.

Lu Chen lazily said, "The sun was too bright on the side where you were standing just now, so I didn't see it right."

Qizheng's side is facing the sun, and his side is facing the sun. Although it is winter, the afternoon sun is still dazzling.

In fact, he just hit one or two balls indiscriminately, but he just hit them all. The tennis ball is much smaller than the basketball, and it is yellow. With the sunshine, it is almost integrated.

Qizheng: "I'll switch sides with you in the next game, so you can rest your eyes."

He knew that facing the sun for an hour or two would hurt his eyes

Lu Chen shook his head: "No need."

Qizheng raised her eyebrows: "Want to go blind?"

Lu Chen smiled: "Aren't you a doctor anyway? Can help me treat it."

Qizheng ignored his nonsense and went straight to the other side of the venue.

Just before he took two steps, his arm was grabbed.

Lu Chen: "You just need to stand over there."

Qizheng frowned: "Stop making trouble, you should rest your eyes too."

Lu Chen still didn't relax his strength, he just said, "I don't need it, you go over there."

Qizheng also smiled angrily: "It was you who went there."

When the two were at a stalemate, the other two just came from another field.

"Are you two playing or fighting?" Wei Ling asked doubtfully.

Qi Zheng remained expressionless: "No one is fighting."

Lu Chen suddenly increased his strength and pulled him to the front: "Your physical strength has been relatively weak recently, don't stand in the sun."

Qizheng narrowed her eyes: "So you want to torture your eyes?"

Fan Chi listened for a while before he understood what they were arguing about.

Wei Ling finally understood, so he said, "So you two are running blind now?"

Qizheng: "It was he who caught up, but I didn't."

Lu Chen shrugged: "If you don't go over there, don't hit me."

Fan Chi heard the words, and quickly coordinated in the middle: "Then you guys go to another game to play, I was a little tired from the sun just now, and I want to rest first."

Wei Ling also nodded vigorously, just now Fan Chi's movements slowed down in the middle of the fight.

The other party was approaching maturity, and after more than an hour in the sun, it was time to rest.

Only then did Qi Zheng take the lead, and Lu Chen also let go of the restraint, and put his shoulders together instead, and the two walked to the other side of the court together.

Wei Ling watched the tall backs of the two leave, and said, "Is it good or not for them to have such a relationship?"

Fan Chi smiled and said, "Well, the way we get along is quite special."

He looked sideways at the person next to him who was a head taller than him, and said, "I'm going to rest later, how do you fight alone? Or do you want to fight Xiaozheng Lun?"

Wei Ling shook his head and laughed so badly: "I'll just accompany you."

Hearing this, Fan Chi smiled slightly: "Well, there is water here, drink some."

There was only one can left in their game just now, but Wei Ling gave it all to him.

...

The other side of the pitch.

After Qizheng confirmed that both sides of the net were clean, he planned to turn around and walk to the other end.

Lu Chen suddenly grabbed him, and said with a lazy smile, "My eyes are sore."

Qizheng withdrew her steps expressionlessly: "Didn't you still make trouble just now?"

The corner of Lu Chen's lips curled up: "It's sore now."

Qizheng walked up to the other person, raised his hand to touch Lu Chen's eyelids, and the person in front of him also closed his eyes instantly.

Lu Chen lowered his head slightly to let him move, felt the softness on his eyelids, and said, "Your physical strength has deteriorated recently."

Qizheng: "Well, it's probably because of a more advanced relationship during the separation period."

He is this gender himself, and he will accept any change in this gender, and there is nothing to worry about.

Lu Chen closed his eyes, the strength in his eyes was just right at this time, he smiled lowly and said, "Your physical strength is declining, why don't you go to bed early at night?"

He knew that after Qizheng finished talking on the phone with him, he would always read novels for a while before falling asleep.

Qizheng looked at the man in front of him who always had short and neat hair, and said, "I won't be late, anyway, recently some people like to call early in the morning to make trouble."

But also because of the lazily laughing voice on the other end of the phone, he can always step into the classroom during the early self-study period, and he hasn't been late for half a month.

Lu Chen smiled: "Sooner or later, you will be punished to run, you can't hold it anymore physically."

Forty laps.

Qizheng's fingers paused for an instant.

No wonder this person hasn't messed around in class these days, and the two of them are no longer punished by teachers of various subjects to run away.

Qizheng pressed it for a long while before putting down his arm. The handsome face in front of him was still smiling, and he slowly opened his eyes to look at him, and asked, "Do you still want to play?"

Qizheng nodded, turned around and picked up the racket.

Wei Ling looked at a few scenes in the distance, and sighed: "Lu Chen's eyes are very good, and they are particularly resistant to the sun. Could it be that he was punished for running so that his eyesight deteriorated?"

Fan Chi laughed: "Who runs until his eyesight deteriorates!"

Wei Ling was puzzled: "Otherwise, why would Brother Zheng press his eyes?"

In the past, Lu Chen could always play basketball for two hours at noon. When the two of them played together, Wei Ling was often exposed to the sun so that he couldn't see the basket clearly, so that he missed his shots, but Lu Chen was completely unaffected. Influence, precise into the frame every time.

"It's probably sand in the eyes." Fan Chi replied, and then suddenly curious: "What does Lu Chen's father do?"

"Public agencies, tasks and projects." Wei Ling said.

Fan Chi: "So his physique is genetic?"

Wei Ling: "Almost, but he is taller than Uncle Lu."

Lu Fan is a very personable commander with a strong aura. He feels that Lu Chen has completely inherited this from his father.

The scene of Lu Fan and Wen Yun getting along is also very interesting. One time when Wei Ling went to play at Lu Chen's house, he saw the two of them talking at the kitchen door. listen.

It turned out that Wen Yun was talking about her going to the mall to buy supplies, and meeting a high school classmate she hadn't seen for a while, and the two chatted a lot about high school fun together.

The content is quite interesting, but Wen Yun is always expressionless when speaking, and although Lu Fan is smiling, he is too imposing. If Wei Ling didn't hear the content, it is about Wen Yun's hair being too long back then. He would think that the two of them were discussing some state secrets.

While he was eavesdropping, Lu Chen was lying on the sofa, quickly moving his fingers to control the game console, because he was already used to the way of getting along with his parents.

On the contrary, Wei Ling eavesdropped very seriously, and sometimes hilariously laughed. It turns out that Wen Yun has been like this since she was in high school. When talking, her friends are completely opposite to her. Refer to a few key points.

...

The other end of the pitch.

Qizheng bent down to pick up the ball and said, "Why are you slowing down?"

He saw that the opponent had control when smashing the ball.

"You're tired." Lu Chen replied briefly.

After they moved to this place, they played for more than an hour, and the frequency of Qi Zheng's chest rising and falling became faster again.

Qizheng wiped the sweat off his forehead, and threw the yellow ball far away.

In a few seconds, it fell into the palm of another person.

Lu Chen tossed it casually a few times, and then said, "Let's rest indoors first."

Wei Ling also took advantage of the break time to order a drink delivery first. Because the store is always busy on weekends, it took dozens of calls in a row to finally get a response.

But when the call got through, Qizheng happened to be going to the bathroom, so another person ordered it for him.

When he came back, Lu Chen said to him, "I ordered lemon juice with sugar."

Qizheng nodded, and put back the watch that he had just taken off while playing.

Fan Chi: "Doesn't Xiaozheng dislike sour drinks?"

Lu Chen: "He's okay with sugar."

Wei Ling: "Lu Chen has always loved sour drinks, so it's probably fine to eat lemons."

Lu Chen raised his eyebrows: "I don't know how to eat lemons when I'm fine."

Qi Zheng: "He probably lost his sense of taste."

The last time he was playing games at Lu Chen's house, the sip he was tricked into drinking was so sour.

Lu Chen approached with a smile and put his arm on his shoulder: "It's because you are too acid-resistant."

Qizheng looked at the display cabinet in front of him. There was a whole piece of handmade works on display here, which looked crooked. Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of some clay with different shapes, and said, "These could not be the works of the young master when he was young. "

Lu Chen nodded: "His mother said she couldn't bear to throw it away, so put it all here."

Qizheng pointed to one of them and said, "What is this?"

"Rhinoceros? It also looks like an ostrich." Lu Chen studied it for a while, because he forgot.

Wei Ling shouted: "Is that a rabbit!"

Moreover, the two species of rhinoceros and ostrich are too different!By what point are they put together!

Fan Chi walked to another display cabinet and saw a picture on the shelf with a special frame. In the picture was a family portrait of a family of three, and all three of them had big smiling faces painted on it.

He stared at the immature lines of the pen, and the corners of his lips could not help but slightly curved. Wei Ling must have been so stupid since he was a child.

Qizheng was still studying how the clay looked like a rabbit, and couldn't help but ask, "How old was the young master who made this?"

eight years old?nine years old?Maybe six?

Wei Ling: "I'm 14 years old, so I'm in the second grade of junior high school."

Lu Chen saw the dumbfounded look of the people beside him, and laughed loudly: "This cabinet is filled with the works of the young master and junior high school, and the elementary school works are in the other cabinet."

Qizheng raised her eyebrows and said, "So you also do all these things?"

He remembered that the two were in the same junior high school.

Lu Chen's lips curled up: "Yes, I still have some at home. Next time you go, you can watch them."

Wei Ling: "Lu Chen did nothing better than me, everything was tragic."

He continued to recall: "At that time, the teacher stipulated that the clay works must be made of animals, so he made the clay into a ball, and then pressed it hard to the flattest."

Qizheng was confused: "What is that?"

Lu Chen said lazily, "The flying squirrel looks like it's flying."

Wei Ling couldn't help laughing out loud when he heard the same answer as at that time: "He also answered the teacher in the same way at that time."

At that time, there was a piece of flat and irregularly shaped clay on Lu Chen's table, completely without eyes, nose and ears.

Qizheng imagined that scene, laughed and said, "Is there any point for this?"

Lu Chen: "No, I pinched it again later."

Wei Ling nodded: "He made a circle and drew a few crossed lines with a pen, saying that it is the appearance of a turtle with its head and feet retracted."

The work this time is quite passable, although it still hurts the eyes, but the teacher closed his eyes and let him pass with a low score.

On the other side, Fan Chi laughed so hard that he thought Wei Ling and Lu Chen were the killers in the art class. Lu Chen's killer grade was A++ and Wei Ling was A+.

Qizheng also found it absurd and funny: "It's a good thing there is no art class in the third year of high school, otherwise you would probably make a lot of rubbish."

Wei Ling immediately complained, "Yes, that inexplicable wool felt."

He was exhausted physically and mentally, and he returned two at a time.

Qizheng suddenly remembered the glued wool ball made by someone, so she turned her head and said, "So that's the result of your hard work?"

Lu Chen said in a casual tone, "Well, I worked really hard."

Qizheng laughed again, while watching Wei Ling Junior High School's various works, his mind was full of images of clay balls with turtles curling their heads and feet.

The doorbell suddenly rang loudly, Wei Ling's eyes brightened, he rushed towards the door, and returned to the living room with the takeaway bag in a short while.

After exercising, the four of them drank drinks and played card games in the living room.

Accompanied by the ups and downs of the noise.

Wei Ling yelled from time to time, or looked cautious, but in the end showed the card with the lowest score, Lu Chen was lazy, but the cards he played casually could crush other people, Qi Zheng shouted calmly, In the end, Fan Chi overwhelmed the audience with the biggest card in the audience.

When Wei Ling lost to Fan Chi for the fourth time, the clock on the wall also pointed to six o'clock.

As the sun sets early in winter and the sky outside is almost dark, Christmas carols are played in the huge community.

And Wei Ling was so happy to lose, it seemed like he wanted to lose for the fifth time, so Lu Chen helped him realize his wish.

Wei Ling glared at him, pointing to one of the cards: "Why did you play this card?"

He could perfectly lose to Fan Chi for the fifth time with just a little bit of insertion!

Lu Chen shrugged: "I only have this one left."

He has no other cards.

Seeing Wei Ling's unwilling expression, Qizheng seemed to want to lose another six or seven or eight times, so he glanced at Fan Chi who was silently collecting the cards, and pointed out: "The young master will definitely love him very much in the future." half."

Wei Ling immediately broke into a huge smirk.

Handsome but stupid.

Fan Chi raised his eyes and smiled, "Xiaozheng will probably love her other half too."

Wei Ling was shocked by this sentence in an instant, and couldn't figure it out: "You mean when the other party is sick, Brother Zheng can help him operate the knife with a blank face?"

It is indeed another kind of love.

For example, if the other half suffers from appendicitis, Qizheng can say in a very calm voice, "Don't be afraid, I'll help you cut out the appendix."

Fan Chi couldn't laugh or cry: "No, I'm referring to the feeling Xiaozheng gave me."

Just like every time Qizheng listens to Mei Ting's words, although she doesn't react much, no matter how long Mei Ting utters nonsense at the beginning, Qizheng will listen to the last sentence carefully, and then give an answer, even if the answer is very brief.

Hearing this, Wei Ling immediately showed a bright look, then nodded thoughtfully, and said, "I can't understand it at all."

Fan Chi laughed, and accidentally messed up the deck of cards he had just arranged.

Lu Chen got up leisurely, took the drinks on the table into the kitchen, and Qi Zheng also walked in to wash his hands.

When he turned off the water, another person suddenly approached behind him.

"Why?" Qi Zheng asked sideways.

Lu Chen smiled: "Let me see what it looks like to take care of the family and love the other half."

Qizheng narrowed his eyes, shook his hand at him, sprayed all the water droplets on the opponent's clothes, and said expressionlessly: "I don't know."

The man behind him didn't back away, and the lazy smile on his lips didn't let go, and then he slowly raised his arms to wrap around his neck.

The same strength that didn't hurt him trapped him between the elbows.

The author has something to say: Let me sing loudly~~

"I guess, you have already discovered my love, take a few turns, the closer you get, the more you understand"