Don't secretly shoot women's clothing gangsters

Whether it is Christmas or Christmas Eve, Qian Cheng is very fortunate that these two days are working days and need to go to work.

You can pretend that you are busy, and the loneliness of being single will not be magnified infinitely.

"Our family, Xiaoxue, didn't contact you?" The lack of one of the gossip carriages in the office didn't affect the performance of the other two too much.When it comes to this double-pair festival, the enthusiasm for gossip in the office is like a flame in winter, beeping, peeling, beeping, beeping, and beeping.

"After chatting for a few words, we didn't feel suitable for each other." Qian Cheng got himself a glass of water and returned to his seat.

"Learn a little more," Sister Chen continued persistently. After passing this village, there is no such thing as this store, and if you don't buy it, you will miss [-] million yuan. I don't feel anything..."

"Well," Qian Cheng nodded sincerely, "I will work hard."

There is one who has a feeling.It's a pity that he can be seen from a distance and can't be played with. What's more, Qian Cheng is a straight man who is hardcore and straight but only occasionally fantasizes, and he dare not play the idea of ​​Ding Zile, a male roommate who is a head taller than him.

If you have a wicked heart, you don't have the guts, and your wicked heart is still underdeveloped.

After Qian Cheng sorted out the accounts, he felt that his neck seemed to be dismantled and reinstalled, and there was something wrong no matter how he moved it. He scratched it for a while self-sufficiently, and finally took out a tube of Neck and Shoulder Soothing from the drawer, and rubbed it on.This smell is so strong that it has the effect of keeping strangers away all day long.

"What's the smell?" Ding Zile sniffled two or three steps away, and sneezed very cooperatively, "Stay away, your smell reminds me of dog skin plaster."

"Damn, where is the comradeship in arms?" Qian Cheng said with a smile, "Is it so exaggerated? Aren't middle-aged and elderly people used to this taste?"

Ding Zile took a closer look: "Is your cervical spine uncomfortable?"

"Otherwise, I'll apply the medicine properly?" Qian Cheng stretched his neck again, grinning in pain.

"Shall I rub it for you?" Ding Zile opened his paws, "Probably because the blood is blocked."

"Can it work?" It's not that uncomfortable, it's just that I don't feel well all over, and I lost my appetite for eating.

"Give it a try, anyway, there is still time before the food is served." Ding Zile waved his hand, "Beforehand, it's none of my business if you pinch it."

"I will apply for a work-related injury." Qian Cheng said self-destructively.

They come, the security.What's more, it was rare for Ding Zile to invite a guest, and they finally had other food besides Malatang Siguo Soup. Qian Cheng didn't want to waste this wonderful opportunity.

"Do you need medicine?" Ding Zile asked, "It might be better."

Qian Cheng took out the ointment from his pocket and patted it on Ding Zile's hand: "Don't you think it smells bad?"

"Enough." Ding Zile unscrewed the plaster, squeezed a little, and wiped it on Qian Cheng's neck.

The feeling of applying the ointment on the neck is not very special, because when Qian Cheng applied the medicine by himself, he was basically inaccurate, and he wanted to squeeze the whole tube as if he didn't want money. Now he didn't respond to how much medicine he squeezed, but it was Ding Zile's fingers. Qian Cheng was slightly shocked when it landed on his neck.

This hand is so fucking cold.

If such a cold hand hadn't said hello and pressed his neck, Qian Cheng would have given him a perfect round kick.

"Did you just dig the snow?" Qian Cheng didn't look back, "Your hand is going below zero."

"May I have some common sense? It doesn't snow here." Ding Zile felt that Qian Cheng's pinching warm warmed his hands, and it was a good hand warmer in winter, "If my hands were below zero, wouldn't I hang up? "

"Sense of humour." Qian Cheng's shoulder was pressed unceremoniously, and he frowned and gasped, "Hey, be gentle."

"Can you be quiet?" Ding Zile patted him on the shoulder again.

Qian Cheng simply shut up, treating the dead horse as a living horse doctor.

I have to say that Ding Zile still has some massage skills. If he is unemployed, he should be able to make a living by hanging a blind massage sign in the community.After pressing it a few times before, Qian Cheng screamed a few times, but there was no serious pain in the back, just a little uncomfortable.

Anyway, now he has unhappiness written all over his body.

Ding Zile is very dedicated. He used one hand at the beginning, but now he uses both hands. He feels very professional.

"Aren't you going to help massage the neck?" Qian Cheng narrowed his eyes, "I feel like my neck is about to break."

"You can't press the neck casually." Ding Zile has his own principles, "You are thinking of treating headaches. To treat cervical pain, the main method is to press the shoulders. Okay, try it, and see if it still hurts."

Qian Cheng tilted his neck: "Huh? Really. You are simply a miracle doctor."

"What's the matter? I've been sick for a long time." Ding Zile shook his hands, "If you feel pain again next time, try pressing here." He pointed to his shoulder socket, "When there is nothing wrong, it basically doesn't hurt, if you feel uncomfortable It hurts badly if you touch it."

"I really admire middle-aged and elderly people more and more now." Qian Cheng nodded, "Do you know how to keep in good health?"

"Otherwise," Ding Zile glanced at him, "Didn't you notice that I use a thermos to soak goji berries now?"

"Are you wearing long johns?" Qian Cheng glanced under the table.

"Get out." Ding Zile removed the chopsticks, and the boss brought a large pot of bright red boiled fish.

One second he talked about his own health, and the next he began to fish fillets in the oil-filled pan, and his expression remained calm. Qian Cheng suddenly realized that the guy next to him had a really good mental quality.

"I'll just taste it." Ding Zile added, "I don't want oily soup."

"Who eats oily soup!" Qian Cheng fished out a bowl of fish, "It's covered with oil. Let me count the calories for you..."

"Then don't eat it." Ding Zile gnawed on the cucumber sticks, "Look at me, I'm eating vegetables, and the combination of meat and vegetables is nutritionally balanced."

Qian Cheng was about to reply when Ding Zile told him, "Hurry up, tissues."

It's hot.

In fact, both of them are not good at eating spicy food, which belongs to the average level of the province.But Qian Cheng also finds it strange that this store can survive and thrive here.

Everyone was catching fish in the basin while sneezing and crying.Simply poisonous.

Ding Zile took the paper towel and wiped it vigorously, and even wiped away the bursting tears. Before Qian Cheng could stop him, the tragedy happened.

"...I forgot to tell you..." Qian Cheng cautiously said, "Why don't you drink some water?"

"I think I'm probably blind." Ding Zile said sadly with his eyes closed.

"Then I will be your eyes." Qian Cheng said sincerely, "It will be fine in a while...how about you go down and rush?"

"Forget it, I can probably roll down the stairs now." Ding Zile waved his hand, "It's okay, I'll ease my mind."

Qian Cheng silently poured Ding Zile a cup of coconut juice, and stared blankly at the fish in the basin.

Many times he didn't know whether Ding Zile was a real rich second generation or a fake rich second generation.Can afford a nice car but rent a house.The clothes and things I wear are pretty good, and when I eat out, I show my civilian characteristics.

Of course, if Ding Zile suddenly invites him to a big meal, that is, the size of the food and the plate is [-]:[-], he probably won't be used to it.

Maybe it's like Ding Ziyue said, if he has money, it's his parents' money, and their family may be very clear about this.

Ding Zile recovered quickly, perhaps because he was worried that Qian Cheng would almost rob him of all the food if he rested for a while, so he insisted on eating it with his hot eyes.

But Qian Cheng's fighting power today seems to be not as good as before.

"You didn't perform at a normal level today." Ding Zile paused holding the colander, and poured half a spoonful of fish into Qian Cheng's bowl, "Think about life when you eat, and you will eat a lot less. "

"It's rare for me to think about my life, shouldn't I be praised?" Qian Cheng picked out the peppercorns in the bowl, "What's going on in a while?"

"No activities, I even ate dinner with you," Ding Zile poured out the remaining coconut milk, "By the way, I went to see the cat. Then I called it a day and went home."

Qian Cheng suddenly felt that it was a wise choice to eat this kind of civilian food today.On the street you just walked through, all the decorations are a little more decent, and they are all large-scale Lianliankan scenes in pairs.

Not a single stray dog.

Qian Cheng sighed softly.

"That last time," Ding Zile saw Qian Cheng's sad face, "Did you not contact me after that?"

"Ah, oh." Qian Cheng shrank his shoulders, "It's obvious that there's no way, I'm so followheart."

"Buddha..." Ding Zile tilted his head, "What?"

"Followheart, Congxin, cowardly." Qian Cheng jumped, feeling his belly full of fish, he quickly rubbed his stomach to stabilize himself, "I won't mention it, I'm sad."

"Then take you to see something that isn't sad."

In fact, if he hadn't been hanging out with Ding Zile, Qian Cheng would have hardly noticed that his cats had grown so big.

Also fat.

Also very fat.It's obvious that it's a déjà vu to get rid of poverty and become rich overnight, and become the master again.

One, two, three, four mites have become big cats, chubby as if pumped up, and Qian Cheng had the illusion of raising four little pigs when he was burying his head in the food.

Pengpeng remained aloof and kept a certain distance from suspicious humans. Qian Cheng could only stay outside the safety line and watch the cats enjoy their Christmas dinner.

"Is everything in your bag full of cat food?" Qian Cheng crossed his arms and asked, "I think from their perspective, you are probably a large mobile fresh bag."

"I don't have it every day, I have it in the office." Ding Zile corrected, "Also, don't make them so heartless, after all, there is still a deep friendship between us. Come on, Yimi."

Ding Zile reached out to greet the fattest one, Yimi glanced at him, seized the time to lick the rest of the food, and ran away resolutely.

The scene was very embarrassing.

"Well, maybe it's afraid of me, so it doesn't dare to approach." Qian Cheng forcefully took the blame, "Let's go, you still have several cats in the other garden who need condolences."

During this Christmas festival, which is celebrated everywhere, Qian Cheng did not receive a single call outside of work.So when he was leaving the gate, Qian Cheng was startled by a phone that vibrated suddenly in his pocket.When I touched it, it turned out to be Ding Ziyue.

"Pick up the phone." Qian Cheng quickly clicked on it, and jumped a few steps back. He knew the power of Ding Ziyue's voice.

Ding Zile took a few steps forward.

Roommates have a tacit understanding.

"What's wrong?" Qian Cheng lowered his voice, "Don't tell me you're going to bring holiday blessings and greetings."

"How is it possible?" Ding Ziyue's BGM was always noisy, but as expected, he still shouted at the top of his voice, "I'm in Luzhou, do you want to come and play together. Zhou Xun is also here."

"Shouldn't I ask your brother about this? I don't even know your friends very well?" Qian Cheng was puzzled by this invitation, although he was very happy to be invited.

"He definitely won't go." Ding Ziyue laughed, "My brother must have eaten boiled live fish and watched cats before going home to sleep. Looking for him is better than looking for you."

... This kid really knows his brother.

Ding Zile's brother is indeed a failure.

"Just ask, I can only go if your brother is going." Qian Cheng couldn't help but glance at Ding Zile in the distance, "You are an old man who is presumptuous, and he is probably waiting for your call right now. "

"I was very touched and then refused." Ding Ziyue was helpless, "I wonder if he was in a good mood and slept soundly after he refused. It's okay, okay, it's useless to ask you. Hey, you are with my brother Woolen cloth?"

"That's right, shouldn't I be more professional?" Qian Cheng stretched out his hand to pick at the iron railing outside, "I won't tell you any more, it will be suspicious if I say any more."

After all, in Ding Zile's perception, Qian Cheng and Ding Ziyue should be very unfamiliar.

"I shouldn't underestimate you. After all, you are someone who sends blessings." When Qian Cheng trotted all the way over, Ding Zile said with a smile, "If you are chatting happily, you are not allowed to eavesdrop."

"Are you particularly envious?" Qian Cheng put the phone back into his pocket, "I love you, the old, the weak, the lonely, the poor, no one cares about you."

As soon as his voice was weak, Ding Zile's cell phone rang, and he slapped the little angel Ding Ziyue in the face.

I can't hold my breath at all.Qian Cheng thought, at least it will take two or three minutes, right?

"Brother! Are you coming to the XX bar? Zhou Xun and I are here." Ding Ziyue went about his routine, "Single dogs also have a festival."

"Aren't you in your hometown?" Ding Zile unexpectedly didn't refuse, "It's quite free, I go out every day."

"I'll be going back tomorrow," Ding Ziyue said, "Can you sympathize with the young people in the villages and towns, who have to travel long distances to other places to collect goods tomorrow."

"Minors should not drink." Ding Zile said again.

"You just say whether you will come or not?" Ding Ziyue felt that his brain was probably trapped by the door, so he insisted on inviting his brother so persistently.

"Come. Be there in half an hour."

"Hey?" Ding Ziyue looked at the darkened phone interface and began to wonder if he had an auditory hallucination just now.

"Is someone thinking about it?" Qian Cheng smiled, "Look at the gratified expression on your face."

"Going out to play? My brother is here." Ding Zile walked back, "Zhou Xun is also here, take my car there."

It all came so fucking suddenly.

Ding Zile's car that was left out of favor came in handy again, and Qian Cheng didn't know whether to compose a poem for this car to celebrate it finally regaining favor.

"Aren't you going to close the window?" Ding Zile turned a corner, "Do you feel that happiness came too suddenly?"

"I just want to calm down." Qian Cheng rolled up the window, "Where are you going?"

"bar."

Ding Zile really couldn't get hooked on this place.After all, in Qian Cheng's mind, Ding Zile is equal to cotton-padded long johns, thermos cups and women's clothing...

"Be quiet," Ding Zile said, "Just drink something and chat. Otherwise, I won't go."

Qian Cheng nodded, feeling that Ding Zile's explanation had the flavor of 300 taels of silver here.

Ding Zile turned and turned until the navigation failed, and when Qian Cheng thought they might have lost their way, the car stopped.

"Here we are." Ding Zile parked the car, "I'll tell them."

When Qian Cheng walked in, he wanted to see what the name of the bar was, but the light tube on Ye Hei Feng Gao's signboard was still honorably retired. Qian Cheng glanced at it but didn't see anything, and walked in obediently.

Indeed, it's a pretty quiet place.

As soon as you enter the door is the bar counter, and the bartender looks like he can fall asleep standing up if he doesn't want to work.A circle of sofas and chairs, not too many people, drinking some wine in twos and threes, talking very quietly.The high point is used as a small stage, and there are people playing guitar and singing on it.

"It's rare." Wearing a leather jacket and jeans, Zhou Xun poured Ding Zile a cup of tea, "I should go out and buy a lottery ticket with this probability."

"Hurry up and buy it." Ding Zile took off his coat, the room was quite hot, he grabbed the cup and took a sip, "This tea seems to be spiced."

"Then why don't you bring your own tea next time?" Ding Ziyue was originally occupying a large sofa, but now more than half of it was taken away by his brother, expressing his displeasure, he turned to look at Qian Cheng, "Brother Qian, are you here too?"

"Well," Qian Cheng didn't know what to say, his eyes drifted to the table, and there was only a pot of scented tea and a few plates of nuts.

He was a little shocked.

Could this group of people just come to the bar for tea?Enough to keep healthy.

"Brother Xun can't drink, who knows if there will be a mission later." Ding Ziyue grabbed a handful of pistachios, "Now there are four of us, what are we going to do?"

"Let's play cards." Zhou Xun said.Zhou Xun probably only knows about playing cards as a recreational activity.

"Playing cards is fine for two people." Ding Ziyue quit, "Why don't you say we just set up a table to play mahjong?"

"It's not impossible." Ding Zile leaned back, "Do you have any cards?"

"Ask the front desk to ask for it. How could this not be possible?" Ding Ziyue was very active when it came to eating, drinking and having fun. "Wait."

After 5 minutes, he turned back and silently pulled out the flag that he had set before: "Well, the cards are gone, is this okay?"

Ding Zile poked his neck forward, feeling that he was very tolerant today: "Yes."

I don't know when, Qian Cheng's life on the road of middle-aged and elderly people is gone forever, accelerating all the way, stepping on the gas pedal crazily.

Not only healthy, but also very pure.

Drink tea and eat nuts at the bar and play truth or dare.

Qian Cheng felt that the current self was simply a naive little cutie.

"What's wrong?" Ding Zile tossed the dice, "Recall the youthful school days."