How Are You Guys Getting Boyfriends While Gaming

After Yu Qinghuan came out of the hospital, he called Ren Jian and found that the line was busy.

He was melancholy for a while, and decided to go back first, and by the way, he thought about how to tell Ren Jian about the move.

As soon as he arrived at the gate of the community, he was suddenly stopped: "QH!"

Yu Qinghuan turned around and found that it was the day of the provincial competition. The photographer who took their personal photo was also very happy to see Yu Qinghuan and asked, "Do you live in this community?"

"My friend lives in this community." Yu Qinghuan replied.

"It's such a coincidence that my boyfriend also lives in this community, oh, that's right." The photographer took a picture of her thigh, "I almost forgot, didn't I take a few more solo photos for you during the competition that day? Forgot to post. is you."

Saying that, Miss Photography took out her mobile phone: "It happens to be stored on the mobile phone. I will send it to you now."

Yu Qinghuan thanked him again and again.

"No need to thank you, to be honest, handsome and photogenic, apart from you, I have only seen one, that is Wilful of TKOW team, his previous promotional photos of the Asian Invitational Tournament, wow, that aura, that appearance, really It's so handsome that my heart is arrhythmia." The photographer said happily.

Yu Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Can you send it to me?"

"Ah? I sent you? Are you also a fan of Wilful?" the photographer asked.

Yu Qinghuan nodded affirmatively and put his hands together: "Please!"

The photographer was amused by Yu Qinghuan's posture, and then said: "My boyfriend took the promotional photos at that time, and he has a relatively deep photography experience, so I was fortunate to be invited to shoot the pre-promotion of the Asia Invitational Tournament for the TKOW team, eh, Wait, I happen to be going to my boyfriend's place, do you want to go to his house and copy the promotional photos?"

of course yes!

Yu Qinghuan thanked Miss Photography and followed her happily.

However, all of this was not far away, and he had a panoramic view while staying in the car.

I couldn't hear the conversation between the two of them, but I could only see the faces of Yu Qinghuan and the girl who were chatting happily, and then the two walked into the community together and went to a building.

That building is not the one that Ren Jian lives in.

Ren Jian lowered his head, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, he held the steering wheel tightly with one hand and pressed his stomach with the other, he suddenly smiled, bitter and helpless.

"You're also... a normal person..." Ren Jian sighed when he remembered what he had just said.

After coming out of Miss Photographer's boyfriend's house, Yu Qinghuan didn't go back to Renjian's house first, but stood downstairs, looking at the photos he just copied to his phone one by one.

The photography lady is right, the single-person promotional photos in the office can really be handsome and heart-rhythmic.

Yu Qinghuan read it back and forth several times, and then went to the Internet to find the promotional video of the Asian Invitational Tournament that year. The shocking and exciting music hit the heart. One player after another appeared, and he was the last one.

He looked at the camera, smiled slightly, and said word by word: "TKOW will win."

That kind of self-confidence is indomitable with absolute strength.

Yu Qinghuan suddenly wanted to send this promotional video and those promotional photos to everyone he knew.

Then he said, "Look at him! What the hell! How can he be so strong and handsome!"

But after a moment of incapacity, the excitement of wanting the whole world to know Renjian began to disappear, and I only knew his excellence, so why should I share it with others.

Such a shift in mood is strange, even a little puzzling.

But Yu Qinghuan didn't think about it, he put away his mobile phone and sighed that he was fortunate enough to live with Ren Jian, then got up and walked upstairs.

After Yu Qinghuan walked upstairs, he was standing at the door fetching his keys when he suddenly smelled a strange smell.

It was the smell of burnt film, wisps drilled from the inside to the outside of the door.

Yu Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, then with a pale face, he opened the door with the key and rushed in.

He was anxiously trying to find out where the burning smell came from, and when he opened the door and saw the scene inside, he was stunned in place.

Ren Jian sat on the sofa with a photo album on his lap and an ashtray on the coffee table in front of him.

Inside the ashtray were photos that had been burnt to black, sticky black lumps stuck to the bottom of the ashtray, and some were still scattered outside, but they seemed indifferent.

Ren Jian held the last burnt photo in his hand, he threw it into the ashtray, and then looked up at the door to Yu Qinghuan, whose eyes widened in surprise.

The whole house was filled with the nauseating smell of burnt smoke, which made people dizzy, Yu Qinghuan couldn't help but looked up at the smoke alarm.

Ren Jian looked at him: "I was locked up by me."

Yu Qinghuan walked over a few steps and asked worriedly, "What's wrong with you?"

Ren Jian threw the album on his lap into the trash can, stretched out his hand and fanned the cigarette, stood up, opened the door and opened the window for ventilation, with a calm tone: "It's nothing."

Yu Qinghuan looked at the ashtray of the coffee table, and then looked at Ren Jian: "Your sentence 'nothing' is too unconvincing."

Ren Jian smiled, but looked very tired: "Sorry for scaring you, I didn't expect you to come back so early, I'll go back to the room to rest first."

After saying that, he turned around and walked to the room.

Yu Qinghuan suddenly felt flustered.

Even if he opened the window and opened the door for ventilation, the burning smell around him still did not dissipate so quickly, as if he was at a loss and had nowhere to know that lingered around Yu Qinghuan.

Looking at Ren Jian's back, he always felt that if he didn't stop Ren Jian now, something would fall off a cliff and be shattered into pieces, like a train that was on the wrong track and couldn't turn back.

"Ren Jian, wait! Wait..." Yu Qinghuan took a few steps forward and grabbed Ren Jian's wrist.

Ren Jian turned around and looked at Yu Qinghuan suspiciously.

Yu Qinghuan let go of Ren Jian's hand and began to think of reasons for his impulsive behavior: "I...I..."

Wait patiently.

But staying silent for a while, made Yu Qinghuan more and more flustered, and finally, Yu Qinghuan said indiscriminately: "Then...then what...I...my father's previous fraud case was solved, our house is back, a few days later. I have to move out, so... I won't bother you..."