Ten years to feed the dog

"Haven't you been called Iron Man by your subordinates before? Why did you get sick immediately without Zhang Yiwen?"

Wang Xusheng had a skewer in his left hand and a bottle of beer in his right, in sharp contrast to Yao Liang's bowl of porridge in front of him, a glass of boiled water and a pile of medicine beside him.

Yao Liang looked at Wang Xusheng sadly, if he hadn't known this person long ago and knew that he was indebted, Yao Liang would really rush up and fight him to the death.

"You came to see my joke, right?"

"How can that be? I sincerely came to visit your old friend."

Yao Liang rolled his eyes at Wang Xusheng, ignored the man's loud laughter, and lowered his head to drink the hot porridge in front of him.

"I'm going to Australia."

What did Wang Xusheng say suddenly, almost choking Yao Liang to death, coughing for a long time, coughing up all the tears, and the porridge choked in his throat was counted.

"Why so suddenly? When will we go? Do Zhang Yiwen and the others know? Zheng Qi also agreed?"

After making sure that Wang Xusheng was not joking with him, Yao Liang raised his heart immediately, frowned, straightened his body, leaned forward unconsciously, and asked all the questions he could think of in his mind.

"All right, old lady, I think you are really infected by Zhang Yiwen's nagging temperament."

After hearing Wang Xusheng's words, Yao Liang immediately fell silent.

Wang Xusheng raised his eyebrows, sighed slightly, and coughed:

"Actually, it's not sudden. My dad has been arranging this matter since he found out about me and Zheng Qi. The time should be soon. Anyway, within this month, Zhang Yiwen and the others haven't known about it. I plan to make an appointment next time." I'll talk about it later."

Wang Xusheng said this while eating the meat skewers, as if he was talking about ordinary things like the nice weather today.

Yao Liang on the side didn't think it was a trivial matter. He had known Wang Xusheng for more than ten years, so he didn't think Wang Xusheng would be convinced.

"As for Zheng Qi..."

Speaking of Zheng Qi, Wang Xusheng stopped for a long time, holding the glass of beer, staring blankly at the tiny bubbles gathering together and slowly sinking to the bottom of the glass.

Yao Liang didn't urge him, because Yao Liang knew that, just like him and Zhang Yiwen, even if they were the parties involved, the matter of Wang Xusheng and Zheng Qi was not so easy to say.

"He doesn't know either, let's talk with Zhang Yiwen and the others, after all, we are friends."

After Wang Xusheng said this, he picked up the beer glass he had been holding, and he insisted on drinking the beer in the glass to the bottom before putting the glass down.

"Friend, I can go fuck my friend, whoever loves to be whoever it is!"

As the beer mug was put on the table with a bang, Wang Xusheng's heartless appearance was torn off by himself, his eyes were so red, I don't know if it was because he drank too quickly or something Sample.

"Go to Australia? It means I'm going to accompany grandpa, but I think the old man has planned it long ago, so you don't have to block his eyes in front of him by sending me there!"

Wang Xusheng poured wine into the glass while talking, poured one glass and drank one after another. Yao Liang was flustered watching from the sidelines, so he immediately pressed down to stop.

Yao Liang looked at Wang Xusheng's appearance and said that he was not worried. He knew how much Wang Xusheng had put in for the e-sports team. This made Wang Xusheng go to Australia not only to cut off Wang Xusheng and Zheng Qi, but also to cut off Wang Xusheng's career .

"Yao Liang, if you want to break up with Zhang Yiwen, you have to make it clear. Don't be like me, talking nonsense about being friends for the sake of face."

What Wang Xusheng said next, Yao Liang couldn't hear clearly, only people were muttering there.

Wang Xusheng's words lingered in Yao Liang's mind. He knew that Zhang Yiwen was also stubborn, and what he said to Zhang Yiwen in the cemetery might be able to call people away for a while, but according to Zhang Yiwen's nature, he would definitely not give up so easily. broke up with him.

Yao Liang had a headache on his side and couldn't figure out how to break up the muddled debt with Zhang Yiwen, while Wang Xusheng was already drunk on the other side and fell down on the table.

Sighing, he put him on the bed, Yao Liang only felt that his taking time off was not recuperating, but he had to take care of a drunk for free.

This drunk was just like that, he just put Wang Xusheng on the bed just because he couldn't control others, who would have thought that this man's ass just touched the mattress, and the next second he vomited on Yao Liang with a "vomit".

At that moment, Yao Liang just wanted to wring the man's head off, he took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to fuck, and dragged the man into the bathtub.

If it was said that Yao Liang was still thinking about Zhang Yiwen in his mind just now, then his mind is on strike now, with the vomit all over the floor and the barbecue beer on the dinner table going back and forth.

"Second idiot, help me burn the food on the table..."

It was only halfway through the conversation that I recalled it.

Sure enough, the hardest thing to quit is habit.

Habits are like ghosts. It is easy to get into it, but difficult to get rid of it. He has heard people say that it only takes 21 days to form a habit, and Zhang Yiwen has been with him for more than 100 21 days, which is enough for him to develop. More than 100 used to.

But he has never heard anyone say how many days it will take to quit these more than 100 habits.

Yao Liang changed the clothes covered in vomit, put water on for Wang Xusheng, washed his body, and changed his clothes. He kept his eyes on Wang Xusheng's shoulders and neck for strength during the whole process. Unfortunately for Wang Xusheng, Yao Liang's borrowing force almost made a mark on Wang Xusheng's shoulder and neck.

After finally getting him into bed again, Yao Liang began to clean up the barbecue beer on the dining table.

"You just put your barbecue sticks in the garbage bag like this, don't you wash your beer glasses?"

Hearing the high-pitched voice, Yao Liang couldn't help digging out his ears, raised his eyebrows, and asked as it should be:

"Why not?"

The man shook his head, took the trash and the cup from Yao Liang's hands, put another layer of trash bag on the trash bag with the stick, and washed the cup carefully.

"I said Yao Yao, without you, I will be a big problem."

"I'm going to marry a good wife and mother, and I'll be fine when I come back."

"Finding a good wife and mother can satisfy you?"

After speaking, the man wiped oil on Yao Liang.

"roll."

Yao Liang slapped the man's hand away, dipped one hand into the sink, and splashed the water on the man.

Fortunately, the water in the sink was not dirty, and the man was not to be outdone, so the two played a childish game of you splashing me and I splashing you by the sink.

However, the ending of the game is a bit unsuitable for children.

That hand was accidentally poked at the fingertips by a bamboo stick, which brought Yao Liang back from his memories.

Bamboo sticks don't hurt, only slightly. Yao Liang picked up the garbage bag, stuffed the barbecue skewers inside, and put another garbage bag on the outside when he was done.

The cups were also carefully washed, but one cup was covered with foam from the sink by Yao Liang.

He pulled out the water plug in the sink, put his hands on the edge of the sink, and watched the water drain into the mouth of the sink, leaving only a pile of foam left in the sink.

Just like him and Zhang Yiwen, people are like flowing water, but memories and habits are stuck in the mouth of the pool, and it is difficult to disappear.

Those who are familiar with him and Zhang Yiwen, including Zhang Yiwen, once asked him why they ended up where they are today.

In fact, he also wanted to ask why they became like this.

Why did it come to this ending today.

Unfortunately, these why are destined to find no answer.

Yao Liang's hands seemed to be unable to support the weight of his shoulders and neck. Looking from behind, Yao Liang's shoulders, neck and the back of his head were slowly and powerlessly drooping down.