Sao Nian, draw your knife!

#What should I do if my lover unwraps the present I gave you#

#The lover not only opened my gift but also took two packs#

#lover what's going on with a righteous look#

#Ah so angry into a blowfish#

#want to push people down xx and then oo#

The above is from Zhang Ming's inner portrayal.

Zhou Dang took two packs of strawberries and dried them out, bathed in Zhang Ming's despicable power, pulled the tape to seal the box again, kicked the box and shouted to his boyfriend with a displeased expression: "I'll just take it!" Two packs! It's still small! Can you not look like I stole your property."

Dried strawberries, I brought them, I can't eat them yet?

"You said you gave it to me."

"And then?" What's the point.

"Is there any reason to touch the things you gave away?"

"..."

A good chapter makes sense, and you're right.

Zhou Dang piled the quilt on Zhang Ming's body, opened the little sun to send it to his arms, and then clapped his hands in satisfaction.

It’s okay, the warmest things in the whole family are in your arms, how about this way of expressing apology, isn’t it full marks? !

Zhang Ming: Are you sure?

"Will you be free tomorrow?"

"No."

Zhou Dang took a new quilt from the cabinet and laughed while patting, "Hey, you don't have to lose your temper. Little Sunshine gave it to you, what else do you want to do?"

"Tomorrow, a brother who has always been respected will return to China. There will be a reception tonight. Come with me."

What kind of coquettish/angry operation is it to refuse an invitation that you haven't said yet and directly counter the invitation in disguise.

"Forget it...forget it, I'm going to join the group soon and I want to spend more time with my mother."

At the reception, you should meet many people who have business contacts with Zhang Ming, and Zhou Dang is not ready for a grandiose relationship with Zhang Ming.

"Then next time I'll call them all out and introduce them to you."

"Uh...I'll make some tea."

Zhou Dang hurried to the kitchen, bringing down the stool by the door.

"You slow down."

Touching the bumped knee, Zhou Dang walked around the kitchen with one leg before remembering where the teapot was placed, lemon juice, pineapple juice, passion fruit juice, apple juice, willow ding juice, tea Packets lined up.

Stir the original juice, sugar and water, pour it into the pot and press the switch. The water boils and the tea bag is thrown in. The tea bag floats on the water and rolls up and down. Zhou Dang rests his hands on the chopping board, feeling a little delicate.

Zhang Ming took him into his own life personally, tried to take him home for the New Year, and wanted to introduce him to his friends. Zhang Ming was serious and open about a relationship.

As for him, has he done anything for others? Even a few friends around him don't know that he is gay.

Chao Jin, Chao Jin is sensitive to the radar, so I think he is, but he never admitted it.

What is he afraid of, what is he afraid of, is he afraid that his grandfather will drive him out of the house, or he is afraid of being pointed out by people close to him.

It doesn't seem to be.

"what happened?"

"Mingzi..."

"I'm here."

"Let's come out and I'll take you home."

Zhou Dang pulled Zhang Ming out of his mind as soon as he got hot, but he didn't expect that the other party would not cooperate at all, and stood there looking at him with a complicated expression.

"What's the matter...you don't want to?"

Should he be serious about putting on a tie and a suit to ask for his lover's approval?

Is he...too hasty?

Zhang Ming held Zhou Dang's frozen hand in his own, and pulled his lover in a thin sweater into his arms.

"You don't want to go home with me, and you can't come out with your family members. There must be some objective facts that make you make this decision. I don't know your family environment, but I respect your decision. I don't want to Forcing you to marry me and meet your parents now, I can wait. Even if you have to come out one day, I hope you have thought it through rather than being hot-headed. Your parents have raised you for so many years, and we can’t force them to immediately accept that their son was abducted In fact, take your time, the days to come will be long."

Compared with Fang Chang Zhou Dang who came to Japan, he prefers to have wine today and to be drunk today.

There is wine to drink, someone to love, no matter what happens to him tomorrow.

The concept of love that treats each day as the end of the day is really miserable.

"I know why I have been single for eight years."

Zhang Ming had a good time, "Didn't you just wait for me?"

"I will never meet anyone better than you."

As if a stone had been thrown from the bottom of his heart, causing ripples, Zhang Ming was in a good mood and twisted Zhou Dang's hair into completely different shapes.

Zhou Dang leaned against the door and watched his lover close the glass pot and make tea with a focused expression, his heart warmed into a puddle of water.

His life is complete.

Ping An Hospital.

"Aunt Su."

"Sir..." The woman put down the towel and bowed at ninety degrees to meet each other.

"No, no, you are too polite..."

"Should be."

The woman sat aside awkwardly, raising her eyes from time to time to look at the man who was about the same age as her son.

"Auntie, this is for you." Zhou Dang pushed the milk and health products to the woman's side.

"This this……"

"I want to ask if you can continue to take this job after the [-]th? Let me help you with the company. If the salary is three thousand a month, can it be tripled on holidays?"

It was the first time for the woman to meet such a kind and uncritical employer, and her salary was higher than usual, but she never worked to save money. The money she earned for a month was used to find her son. Take the job of being in the hospital all day long.

"Sorry, I can't stay in the hospital every day, I have to go to my son."

"Looking for your son?"

"Yes, when he was eight years old, my family sent him to City C to sell him. I came to work here to find him."

When mentioning her son, the woman's sunken eye sockets wrinkled into smiles. If it wasn't for her son, she would not have been able to get out of the poor mountain village.

"How about this, you don't have to stay in the hospital from morning to night, just come and help my mother wipe up and turn over and defecate every day, and you can push her to bask in the sun every now and then. You should be busy with other things in the rest of the time, and my salary is still mine. By the way, I may not be able to come back for several months due to work, can you help me?"

"Thank you, thank you."

She has met a kind person. It's not that she is helping others, it is clearly that they are helping her.

"Auntie, do you have a photo of your son? Otherwise, I'll print some missing person notices for you and post them in your circle of friends."

"Yes, yes." The woman opened the small yellow bag she was carrying, opened it, took a five-inch photo with age, and handed it to him.

"..."

In the photo was a young child.

"Auntie, how old is your son?"

"Now there is, 27."

"..."

Are you kidding me?

"Is there no photo of him when he grows up?" Zhou Dang asked, patting his forehead, where can he find photos of him as an adult when he was sold at the age of eight.

"No."

"Well, you tell me his date of birth, name and other valid information."

Zhou Dang went out and borrowed a pen from the little nurse for a signature, took out a tissue and pressed it on the table.

"My son was born on July 90, [-]. He has a birthmark with a red dot on his left buttock. His surname is Qi, and his name is Qi Fang..."

"Auntie," Zhou Dang was startled, "what's your son's name? Is it neat?"

The woman didn't know which one was neat, so she took a pen and wrote two large characters crookedly and crookedly on the tissue paper.

Qi Fang.

Fuck? !Why did he come across such a bloody plot? !

The author has something to say:

Once again the list is empty, I go to recite some books to calm down...

Tomorrow, I will continue to rub metaphysics to restore two points of update, wish me success in self-help!

If I start the ancient drama, will there be little angels willing to read it (whispered)