night fire

11

Lu Xiujin was nestled on the sofa playing with his mobile phone, obviously he suggested to invite someone to play at home, but at this moment he couldn't cheer up.

The servants shuttled between the living room and the swimming pool. Lu Xiuyan went somewhere. Lu Xiujin yawned and started sending messages to his friend ABC.

Lu Xiujin: "When will you come?"

Friend A: "I'm waiting for a girl."

Friend B: "It's the one from last time. There are a lot of newcomers here, and we have to queue up."

Friend C: "I heard that we were going to your house to play. They were so scared that they immediately ranked us first."

Lu Xiujin: "Which one?"

Friend A: "The one I found when the group P was queuing last time."

Friend B: "The one my cousin went to when he got his stomach pierced while drinking."

Friend C: "There was a little girl who went to that place when you scared her out of her illness."

Lu Xiujin: "Oh, that house, why hasn't it closed down yet?"

Lu Xiujin propped his face, recalled the style of that store with difficulty, and moved his fingers: "Add more people, is your cousin discharged from the hospital?"

Friend A: "A few of my classmates just came here for a trip."

Friend B: "I have three cousins ​​and one cousin."

Friend C: "Do you want to play Mother Mermaid! I like it!"

Lu Xiujin just wanted to reply a message, but a private dialog box from friend A popped up on the phone: "Sister Yan just asked us to order outsourced wine service."

Lu Xiujin's brows began to twitch uncontrollably: "?"

Friend A: "Sister Yan specified that store."

Friend A: "Should I call my sister-in-law over?"

Lu Xiujin lay down on the sofa, pinched the corner of the phone and remained silent.

Ask Zhao Qiyan to come over?

He seemed to have a rabbit in his heart, and the rabbit suddenly started to jump—a moment that was originally ordinary, but because of this name, it became a little different.

If the hypothesis is true, this is not a simple swimsuit party. He can see Zhao Qiyan, the way Zhao Qiyan's hair is wet by water, the way Zhao Qiyan is half naked in the water, and the way Zhao Qiyan looks at him with eyes like water waves——

His rationality stopped his fantasy in time, but the reality is that Zhao Qiyan rolled his eyes and called him a shameless scum.

It took me a long time to post a sentence: "You can't get over your head, how can you play after you call me?"

Friend A was a little aggrieved: "I thought you wanted to be like before."

As before?

Get drunk and go straight to sleep?After waking up, spend money, spend money, and presents, play with people slowly, and break up when you get tired of playing?

It seemed to be like this before——Lu Xiujin's heart was rarely restless, and he instinctively didn't want to treat Zhao Qiyan like this. He pursued this strange psychology as his own competitiveness, and hoped to get this person through other means, not simply To seize and usurp and occupy the other party's body.

Zhao Qiyan is so different - then he has to use a different way to get him.

Wu Yong and Zhao Qiyan were sitting in the living room eating roast chicken with honey sauce. He tore off a piece of chicken breast out of his mind and stuffed it into his mouth like a fool.

Zhao Qiyan opened a can of Coke, ate a chicken leg, and turned on the TV by the way.

There was a stupid drama on TV, the heroine knelt on the street in the pouring rain and shouted at the hero.

"I'm pregnant with your child! Don't go!"

Wu Yong's hands shook subconsciously, shaking off the grilled chicken on his hands.

Zhao Qiyan glanced at him and changed the channel.

Wu Yong tore another piece of chicken breast with shaking hands.

It's still a romance drama, the domineering CEO shouts at the heroine in a helicopter.

"Where do you want to escape, you will never escape my heart!"

This time the chicken breast stuck in my throat.

Wu Yong coughed until tears almost came out.

Zhao Qiyan quickly poured him a glass of water.

Wu Yong drank water silently.

Zhao Qiyan tuned the station to the news channel.

"Uncle Wu, do you want to have some more biscuits?" He asked, "Aren't you going to be on stage later? You must not care about eating."

Wu Yong almost choked on the water again, "That's not called publishing! That's called outsourcing service for ordering drinks!"

"Okay, call me whatever you want."

Zhao Qiyan watched the social news seriously.

The hostess with red lipstick expressionlessly reported the news that the rich second generation took drugs in a suburban villa in a neighboring city and caused two female students to drink to death.

Wu Yong took out a tissue to wipe his hands, hesitatingly said, "Yanyan."

"Ok?"

He mustered up his courage, "If I call you and you don't speak, you should hurry up and save me."

Zhao Qiyan originally wanted to say what would happen if you old man went out to make a drink and organize a party, but Wu Yong's expression was too serious, he couldn't say it for a while, so he agreed, "...All right."

After Wu Yong explained the matter, he felt a lot more relaxed, and he bounced around and left.

Before leaving, he asked Zhao Qiyan to remember to rescue him.

Zhao Qiyan started to watch the new rural construction program, and was fascinated by the salamander breeding. He just waved his hand perfunctorily to Wu Yong's instructions, saying that he knew it, and let him go quickly.

After Zhao Qiyan read the precautions for the reproduction and breeding of giant salamanders, he realized later—it seems that he came to Wu Yong because Wu Yong complained that he had a fever in the morning, and he came to deliver medicine to him by the way.

What about medicine?Has Wu Yong eaten?

No.

Will he die then?

No, but possible coma.Then they were picked up by the rich second generations to feed the fish.

He couldn't help but think of the social news he had just seen - the two female students who drank to death seemed to be drowned in a semi-conscious state.

Thinking of this, Zhao Qiyan stood up with a serious face, turned off the TV, and abandoned the salamander.

No, Uncle Wu was so kind to him, he couldn't just watch Uncle Wu being force-fed to death and do nothing.

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The author has something to say:

——Is salamander breeding interesting?

——Ask Zhao Qiyan, how would I know!