Don't secretly shoot women's clothing gangsters

Qian Cheng felt that Ding Zile could kill him with a single shot in the next second, and with two bangs, his brains exploded in the air into a brilliant firework, which was frozen into the gorgeous night sky.

what to do?He doubted?He saw the truth?There is only one truth... Qian Cheng's mind buzzed and turned away quickly, and all these thoughts were smashed into powder in an instant.

Most afraid of the air suddenly quiet.

Another second and he'd be plopping down on his knees and begging for mercy.

"Maybe she's thinking about it." Ding Zile continued on her own, "She used to be very persistent, no matter whether I listened or not, she would resolutely insist on finishing the sentence and then cover her ears. If I don't listen, I won't listen. ...You can communicate with me well today. Although the result is not very good."

Qian Cheng didn't know Ding Zile's mother, and he didn't want to talk much. He only knew that he had struggled back from the brink of death, so he breathed out cautiously, and his face felt a little warmer: "Every day is changing, and old people will also improve. "

"Really?" Ding Zile glanced at him with a smile, "I would like to borrow your blessing."

In winter, the wind around the lake is very strong, and Qian Cheng feels that the lake water has been blown out of the tide of the Qiantang River. His brains are gurgling in his skull like hot porridge being boiled, and his eyes can only be narrowed into a slit before opening wide Anything can be blown back.So still squinting.

"Ah, let the sea breeze be stronger." Qian Cheng swallowed half of the wind with one mouthful, and Ding Zile was also messed up in the wind: "It's a storm."

Regardless of whether it was a storm or a sea breeze, the current situation of the two of them could be called appalling.

"I won't go to the lake again." Walking in the corridor, Qian Cheng finally came to his senses, and pressed his blown hair, "Someone is still running by the lake... I don't know what's going on in my head. "

Ding Zile's entire face and gauze were blown out by a centimeter, and he didn't even bother to speak.

"Go wash it, your whole face is dark." Ding Zile spread out a cake on the sofa as soon as he entered the room, "I'm exhausted, I haven't stopped all day."

"Your face is also dark." Qian Cheng rushed into the bathroom to look up at his own face, "Are you still running at night? By the beautiful lake."

"With such a strong wind, people will be blown down." Ding Zile yawned, "Hibernating in winter, it's time to change into winter clothes."

Qian Cheng nodded, mopped the floor after taking a shower, and only after Ding Zile came out did he roughly understand what it means to change winter clothes.

I didn't expect that the winter clothes of the women's clothing boss are also cute.

"No." Qian Cheng leaned on the mop and looked up and down with great interest, "Can your styles not be so different?"

"Very big?" Ding Zile nestled back on the sofa, poured himself a glass of water, without looking at Qian Cheng, "I don't think so."

"Xiamen, you are a beautiful girl after all." Qian Cheng laughed unsteadily, "What's going on now? What is this? Baa sheep?"

It is very rare for such a cute winter clothes to be worn by an older man.

"Can't it? Can't a 30-year-old uncle have a girlish heart?" Ding Zile disagreed, "Don't look at it if you're not used to it."

"Get used to it." Qian Cheng continued to mop the floor conscientiously, "The others are also sheep?"

"There are also pigs, bears, and cats." Ding Zile finally looked up at Qian Cheng, "Do you want it? Give you a set?"

"I'm not as cute as you." Qian Cheng smiled and hung the mop on the balcony, but it was almost blown into the house by the wind. The winter here was really unexpected and full of enthusiasm.

"Little Qian," Ding Zile huddled in the sheep's bleating shell, "do you think I'm ridiculous?"

Qian Cheng was stunned for a moment, and asked back, "What's so funny about you?"

Because of women's clothing?Or because of cuteness?Or is it because she is so cute in women's clothes?

Ding Zile took another sip of water while holding the cup, and finally sighed comfortably: "Don't you think I'm male or female?"

It is really inappropriate to put this evaluation on Ding Zile's head.After all, he is in a beautiful place outside, and he is very cute when he is at home. He is very manly when he is a man, and very feminine when he is a woman.Switch easily.

"That's not the case." Qian Cheng set up camp on the other side of the sofa, and the flowers and plants on the coffee table seemed to have never changed much.

There is still so much meat, and the leaves are still so green.

"Are you comforting me or are you just being too nervous?" Ding Zile put down his cup and leaned back, "I feel ashamed myself. Look at me, look at what happened to me."

"What are you?" Qian Cheng said with a smile, "I just met a pervert. The pervert I met is much higher than this level."

"Someone has taken a fancy to you?" Ding Zile smiled.

"No, I did it on purpose." Qian Cheng stared at Ding Zile's fluffy lamb coat, "Believe it or not, I had the intention to kill people at that time."

"You?" There was a big contrast between these words and the speaker himself, Ding Zile had a look of disbelief.

"Your reaction is very hurtful." Qian Cheng twitched the corner of his mouth, "When a person is cornered, he probably can do anything."

"Who do you want to kill?" Ding Zile picked up the water glass and took another sip. After just a few minutes, the water became cold.

"You don't even know." Qian Cheng shrugged, "It's all over. Who didn't encounter anything."

Qian Cheng's relatives and friends have a very low appearance rate. Most of the time, Ding Zile relies on Qian Cheng's own words to make up his mind.He only knew that Qian Cheng's family background was not very good, and he wanted to make a difference. Generally speaking, he was a serious and progressive person.Other than that everything was pretty blank, so today he did get a shock.

Probably because he has never been forced into a desperate situation, so he can't understand this feeling.

Look, the life of middle-aged and elderly people is so hopeless, without desire, without despair, just like a rubber band with no elasticity, it does not feel pain when it is pulled on the arm for a long time.

"...Will your mother come again in the future?" Qian Cheng had an intuition that this meeting between Ding's mother and son would probably have a certain impact on his dishonorable extra income.

"Not necessarily, it's nothing if you talk about it." Ding Zile changed his posture so that he could better integrate into the whole sofa, "It's miserable, a person who is almost 30 years old and still fighting wits with his parents."

"Be content, you still have more to fight." Qian Cheng stood up with a smile, "I'm going back to the room first."

When Qian Cheng closed the door, he quickly took out his mobile phone, but Ding Ziyue's news had not yet come in, which made Qian Cheng a little embarrassed.

Is this business ending at this time?When everything is said and done, maybe we can see each other from time to time. Naturally, real people are much better than lifeless photos and videos.

Qian Cheng fell on the bed and thought about it. If he had known today, he should have been following and taking sneak shots 24 hours a day.

Ding Ziyue's phone call interrupted his cranky thoughts very timely.

"I just saw your news." Ding Ziyue's voice was trembling because of the loud wind.

"Are you still outside?" Qian Cheng was a little surprised. Sure enough, young people are in good health and can roam around everywhere. Such a strong wind can't stop Ding Ziyue's youthful enthusiasm on the gallop.

"Wait a minute." He trotted a few steps over there, probably at a place sheltered from the wind, the wind suddenly died down, and the previously bleak and weak voice suddenly became brighter, "Just went out, hey, Brother Qian."

"What's wrong?" Qian Cheng responded.

"You can get the photos first," Ding Ziyue said, "My mother didn't say no. Although I just met today, the conversation obviously fell apart. Just now my mother was still sighing and crying."

Is that an exaggeration?Qian Cheng sighed: "Didn't your brother talk about it?"

"Is he unilateral? My mother is so old, she must digest it." Ding Ziyue was also worried about the mess at home at a young age, "By the way, that...isn't you?"

"What is it me?" Qian Cheng was puzzled.

"My brother didn't tell you?" Ding Ziyue was surprised, "It's nothing. Just now, my brother told my mother that he would not get married, which made my mother anxious. I was still wondering if he came out of the closet or something He doesn't seem to know anyone recently, I thought you two had been in love for a long time."

…The logic and imagination of children nowadays are not comparable to that of middle-aged and elderly people.

Qian Cheng choked on his own saliva: "Not getting married doesn't mean you're gay. There's something wrong with your logic."

"...That's true," Ding Ziyue thought for a while and said, "With my brother's broken personality, it is estimated that no one will be with him."

Brothers don't harm each other like this, so Qian Cheng couldn't help but feel sorry for his roommate: "Your brother is also okay, why did you say that he should be born alone."

"Do you want me to talk about my brother's black history?" Ding Ziyue smiled on the phone, "You have to pay."

"Come on, I'm not a paparazzi." Qian Cheng was inexplicably amused. Ding Zile's dark history did indeed appeal to him, but in front of Qian, the satisfaction of this curiosity was insignificant.

"Ah, actually." Ding Ziyue was probably full of gossip and had nowhere to vent, and it didn't matter if he didn't give money, "I always thought it was a miracle that you were able to be my brother's roommate for so long."

"What's so strange about this." Qian Cheng changed his hand to hold the phone, knowing that the kid was going to turn on the gossip mode, and he would listen to what people told him, since he had nothing to do anyway.

"Since I was young, my brother has never lived with anyone." Ding Ziyue added, "Except for our family."

Qian Cheng was quite surprised by this, after all, who hasn't lived in college?Oh, he forgot, this guy is a fake rich second generation.

"I tried it in high school, but I gave up anyway." Ding Ziyue continued to babble, "Anyway, my brother is weird, and he can't get along with others... Oh, I remember that there seemed to be a good student in his university who had a good relationship with him, It’s the best relationship in history, and I can’t even live with him.”

Qian Cheng thought to himself that he just happened to meet this top student today.

"What's wrong with your brother?" Qian Cheng smiled, "There is nothing else except wearing women's clothes."

"Temper, don't you think my brother has a particularly bad temper?" Ding Ziyue said, "I heard what my mother said... Who said that he would beat people to the point of immobility if he didn't look good in women's clothes? He did something wrong. He can directly lift the table. I lived outside by myself in high school and university, and he beat me up all the time when I was a child. I remember that my brother lived alone for a few years after he was out of society."

pull.I don't know whether Ding Ziyue's poor language expression ability can't bring too much credibility, or these descriptions are too different from the Ding Zile in his usual impression. Qian Cheng only thinks it is ridiculous.

He shook his head again and again: "Did you watch too many TV shows, or do you just don't know your brother too well? Or maybe I met a fake roommate?"

Ding Zile is very picky and strict. He can wipe the grass leaves eight hundred times a day. Most of Qian Cheng's soaring floor mopping skills are due to Ding Zile. Beat someone, anyway, he has never seen it now.

I was almost beaten to the ground today, if it wasn't for Qian Cheng's iron rod...

"People change," Qian Cheng devoted himself to helping Ding Zile clean up his crimes, "How old is your brother now? You're talking about his middle school and college, can it be the same?"

"Besides, there are many reasons for living alone, not necessarily a bad temper... Don't people pay attention to having a private space nowadays? If I want to be rich, I must choose to live alone."

"Why do I think you know him better than us?" Ding Ziyue's laughter was so loud that it could echo in the air, "Maybe, how old is he and I? I was only in elementary school when he left home. , not to mention my parents... Hey, if you put it this way... Maybe no one in our family really understands him. "

These words came out of the mouth of a kid like Ding Ziyue, which made people feel a little sad for no reason.

"At least you're trying to get to know him now, and so is your mother." Qian Cheng didn't know how to comfort him. After all, the other party is also a smart person and can't listen to stupid words.

"It's just scratching the surface... Do I use the word correctly?" Ding Ziyue's tone was still cheerful, "If we live together every day, we might be able to understand a little bit better." Of course, this is impossible.

"Then I'm your tickle." Qian Cheng said with a smile, and sure enough there was another burst of laughter.

"Brother Qian, I think it's really pleasant to chat with you." Ding Ziyue laughed enough to catch his breath, "Otherwise you are a college student, and you think about problems more thoroughly than ordinary people like us."

"Don't embarrass me." Qian Cheng felt bad when he heard this.

College students.Students of prestigious universities.These words that ordinary people consider to be compliments sounded particularly harsh to Qian Cheng.

This society will not tolerate you because of your education.

After hanging up the phone, Qian Cheng clicked on his accounting book. Although the number kept increasing, it was still only a small amount of money at a glance. He had great wishes and needed a lot of money, which could not quench his thirst. .

I want lots and lots of money...

Looks like it's time to find some other way to make money.

Ding Zile looked at the new message on his phone, which was the result of his labor at noon today.Chen Yingxue is not interested in Qian Cheng, but rather intends to "be a friend" with him.

Ding Zile didn't feel disgusted, he calculated the effect with great supernatural powers, and replied politely, and sure enough, new news came in.

"Xiao Ding is single now? It doesn't seem very good to ask suddenly, but I don't intend to be a third party." After sending each other more than ten messages, Ding Zile finally got to the point. Seizing the opportunity, Ding Zile raised the corners of his mouth like a prank. : "I'm sorry, I'm not single, but I should make it clear first... But, this has nothing to do with being friends, right?"

Sure enough, it was quiet for a long time, and he politely left.

It stands to reason that the fire is not enough now, and it is difficult for him to guarantee that the other party will not turn around.However, Chen Yingxue seemed to be a proud woman who didn't want to marry, so she probably wouldn't do such a thing as digging a hole for herself by turning around to find Qian Cheng.

Ding Zile thinks it's better to do less of such things as damaging to one's morals.

Although his character value is not very high.

When did he actually start caring about his character?Ding Zile thought it was funny, since having such an inexplicable roommate, even his temper has restrained a lot.

What's even more amazing is that he can get along very happily with others, almost like a normal person.

Is the spring of middle-aged and elderly people coming?If it is coming, then this is still a particularly immature spring.

Zhou Xun's phone call arrived just in time when Ding Zile was about to dream about it. Ding Zile stared at the phone in a daze for several seconds before answering it: "It's not late at night, and the emotional show hasn't started yet."

"Can you have a conscience." Zhou Xun was heartbroken, "You have solved the problem by yourself, at least you should tell me."

Only then did Ding Zile remember that he had pitifully asked the police uncle for protection before, but he forgot about it after a lot of things happened today.

"Where is the conscience!" Zhou Xun was indignant.

"Eat by a dog." Ding Zile said cheekily, "Did my brother look for you today?"

"Yeah, I stayed here for a while before leaving." Zhou Xun said, "Bring me so many things."

"It's probably your mother who brought it here." Ding Zile said, "You're welcome."

"Your mental quality is so good." Zhou Xun expressed surprise, "Oh, yes, your brother said that he forgot to give you some things, let me here, you can come and get them in these two days."

"He won't give it to me?" Ding Zile was surprised.

"Are you a king or a prince," Zhou Xun smiled. "Is everyone still scrambling to visit you? Move your legs, you won't be exhausted."

Ding Zile can't say no to Zhou Xun, this person is a joke player who was delayed by the police academy, and one day he will change his career to talk about cross talk and sketches, and he will be popular.

"Come over tomorrow." Ding Zile said, after thinking about it, he added, "If my brother bothers you, just tell him."

"Don't worry," Zhou Xun said, "Children are very funny, and they really don't look like you at all."

"I can't find such a unique variety everywhere." Ding Zile's face was already comparable to the wall, "Did you ask me to come here to get things?"

"Ah, that's not true." Zhou Xun easily lost his focus when chatting with people, and he came back to his senses only after he reminded him, "Well, do you often contact your mother recently?"

"What's wrong?" Ding Zile had an ominous premonition.

"It's nothing," Zhou Xun said, "Come over tomorrow, it seems like we haven't had a good chat for a long time."