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Li Boqiao coughed dryly, and explained: "Zhang Yimiao bought it for me, maybe he feels that he owes us a favor to live in our house."

Cheng Lang nodded, and continued after a while: "Then I used it?"

His words were purely probing, and when he heard that Zhang Yimiao bought it, he felt satisfied.Saying this is nothing more than trying to verify a judgment in my heart.

As expected by Cheng Lang, Li Boqiao was speechless for a long time after hearing this.Seeing Cheng Lang persistently waiting for the next sentence, he murmured, "Zhang Yimiao raised his eyebrows, saying that he bought the phone for me, and he won't let me use it for you."

Cheng Lang tilted his head and laughed. He felt that Zhang Yimiao and himself were young. He understood his thoughts so well that he expected Zhang Yimiao to say this.

However, Cheng Lang is still a true master. He stared at Li Boqiao and said seriously: "If he owes you a favor, then we are a couple now. It's no big problem to buy things for a friend, and the friend will change hands and use it for your partner. Bar?"

Faced with Cheng Lang's aggressive questioning, Li Boqiao was really helpless, even irritable. He felt that he didn't get enough sleep, and he didn't know if he had caught a cold, which would make him feel uncomfortable.Cheng Lang was making a fuss at this juncture again.

Li Boqiao said patiently, "Langlang, I'll buy you a new one tomorrow..." There were three words behind him, "Stop making trouble." After seeing Cheng Lang's livid face , swallowed back into the stomach.

Cheng Lang sat stiffly on the bed with his head raised coldly, thinking that this was really interesting.Is he hungry for a mobile phone?Cheng Lang sighed long, his eyes were extremely cold.He pondered for a moment and turned to Li Poqiao: "Then do you use it?"

"I'll give it back to him."

Li Boqiao didn't care at all, and didn't plan to change his phone.He was still a little awkward when Zhang Yimiao told him that, but he couldn't say anything, after all, Zhang Yimiao spent a lot of money on his kindness.He didn't want Zhang Yimiao to return any favors, what's the relationship.

In fact, the first time he saw the phone, he wanted to give it to Cheng Lang, but Zhang Yimiao seemed to understand what he was thinking, and expressed his attitude at the first time.

Needless to say, Cheng Lang was unhappy again!Li Boqiao rubbed his face indiscriminately, turned out of the room, and went to the balcony to smoke.

The New Year is not over yet, and the atmosphere at home seems to have lost the flavor of the New Year.Li Boqiao stared at the densely packed panes across the building, thinking wistfully.

He actually dislikes quarreling. In his eyes, everything is nothing but life and death.

Cheng Lang sat by the bed, stared at the high heels all over the wall, and put a black and white filter on them with his eyes. He also wanted to smoke.

Cheng Lang got up and went to the living room, took a cigarette from the cigarette case, sat on the sofa and smoked silently, deliberately avoiding the two cushions.

"Let me tell you, don't buy me a mobile phone." Cheng Lang lowered his head and exhaled a puff of smoke.

Li Poqiao was silent.

"Really, I haven't thought about changing it yet."

What Cheng Lang said was true, he would change it himself if he wanted to, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with the current mobile phone except for the smaller memory.

The two were far away, talking about their own thoughts, and the atmosphere in the room was very stagnant.

Li Boqiao didn't use that phone, which relieved Cheng Lang's fame.But he still felt suffocated, as if Li Boqiao was forced by himself to not use the phone.Cheng Lang guessed that Li Poqiao would definitely think about how generous, meticulous and friendly Zhang Yimiao did things.As for Cheng Lang, he always seemed to be looking for awkwardness.

I find it awkward?Cheng Lang asked himself, but he really didn't want to admit it.

So whose problem is it?It seems that each has its own reason, but this reason is not clear.

Cheng Lang sat on the sofa, with the corners of his eyes covered by the corner of the thick cushion, feeling a little shy, he got up and went into the bedroom.

The sky in the afternoon was a bit gloomy, Cheng Lang wanted to turn on the light, but when he looked up and saw a circle of little fat cats without mouths, he was depressed again, so he turned on the lamp.

The soft light illuminates a corner of the room, revealing a bit of warmth.Cheng Lang took off his pants and put on his pajamas. He felt tired and wanted to sleep.

Li Boqiao walked in, and got into bed after a while.In the bleak early spring, if you don't go out to play, the bed is the best place at home.The two bodies touched each other, obviously they could feel the warmth, but both felt that the other was alienated and cold.Cheng Lang stepped aside on purpose, and the cold air poured into the bed, and the two of them felt colder and colder.

So I was not in the mood to play with my mobile phone, so I just looked up and stared blankly.

Cheng Lang told his family directly: "When will Zhang Yimiao move out?"

Li Boqiao blinked, but did not respond immediately.First of all, he was embarrassed to push people away, although now he already regretted taking this matter at the beginning, which made himself and Cheng Lang unhappy; secondly, Zhang Yimiao just bought a mobile phone, and now it is completely unreasonable to ask people to move.As for whether Zhang Yimiao wants to move or when, Li Boqiao doesn't know at all.

He couldn't answer this question, let alone give Cheng Lang a satisfactory answer.

Cheng Lang glanced at Li Boqiao, and raised his voice angrily: "Ask you?"

Cheng Lang is a man of action, he believes in speaking directly and doing things when he has things to do, and he can't see a mother-in-law like Li Boqiao.Usually Li Boqiao is not like this, oh, if Zhang Yimiao is involved, he will do something special, right?

"almost!"

"When was that?"

Cheng Lang pressed again and again, Li Boqiao paused for a while, and suddenly became impatient: "How do I know?"

Cheng Lang sneered, feeling very ridiculous.Unexpectedly, Li Boqiao added frost to the snow: "Don't keep targeting him, okay?"

Cheng Lang opened his eyes angrily, and frowned: "Why did I target him? After disturbing a friend's house for so long, won't it affect other people's lives?"

Li Boqiao covered his head with the quilt in annoyance. He was really not feeling well this day. Hearing what Cheng Lang said, his head felt dizzy several times.Since the words are not speculative, let's not continue.

Li Boqiao thought this way, and his body responded directly, clearly saying: Don't talk to me, I'm bothering you!

Cheng Lang was so angry that he half got up and stared at Li Poqiao for a while, then turned around and covered his head with the quilt, but this was equivalent to "living in the same nest" with Li Poqiao. Cheng Lang's heart softened, and Cheng Lang poked his head out again.

I used to think about buying a la carte and cooking dinner at home, but somehow it just happened.The two of them had no food in their stomachs, were still tired, and were full of bad emotions, so they slept until late at night.

When Cheng Lang opened his eyes, the desk lamp had been turned off by Li Boqiao.A bright ray of light penetrated through the crack of the door, obviously someone was in the living room.

Needless to say, when Zhang Yimiao came back, if Li Yefeng had come back, he would definitely not have left his hut at this time.

Cheng Lang shook his head, blinked his eyes in confusion, and took off his glasses.I have been holding it up before, but now the bridge of my nose hurts a bit.

The world in front of me becomes more hazy without the concave lens, but my heart is extremely bright.Cheng Lang listened to the conversation between you and me outside the house, and he had no desire to get up at all.

Li Boqiao woke up for a while, thinking that Cheng Lang didn't eat, so he went out to buy some vegetables.He didn't bother Cheng Lang when he fell asleep. He sat in the living room and talked with Zhang Yimiao, and returned the phone by the way.

"Take it, why don't you want it?" Zhang Yimiao said.

Li Boqiao said, "You use it, I don't need to change my phone."

Zhang Yimiao didn't use apples, so he squinted at Li Boqiao: "Did Cheng Lang take care of you?"

"No." Li Boqiao sniffed, his expression flat.

Zhang Yimiao was not polite, "I'll use it if you don't want it." In fact, he also wanted to change Apple, and was considering buying another one.

Cheng Lang lay on the bed for another half an hour, and heard the TV turned on in the living room, but the sound was extremely low.Cheng Lang got up and went out, glanced at Zhang Yimiao, nodded, and went straight to the bathroom.He felt that he had greeted him like this, after all, Zhang Yimiao didn't even nod his head, but just exchanged glances with him.

let him!Cheng Lang took a long shower and finally felt a little more comfortable.

It is impossible to sit on the sofa and watch TV together, so I can only go back to the bedroom that I don't like.Cheng Lang turned on the headlights, picked up the book, and suddenly heard Li Boqiao coughing loudly outside the door.Frowning, he pulled on his trousers and picked up his coat from the hanger.

"Hey, why are you going?" Li Boqiao's eyes, which were staring at the TV, quickly shifted to follow.

"Turn around."

After Cheng Lang finished speaking, he went out and went straight to the pharmacy.

Li Boqiao did catch a cold, so he didn't bother to buy medicine.Cheng Lang walked through three pharmacies before he saw someone open.He bought the tablets and syrup, then got worried and ordered some adult cough drops, which he paid for.

If he wasn't thinking about the patients at home, Cheng Lang would really like to blow the cold wind outside.For a while, he felt that the house was not as comfortable as the vast world outside.But there is no way, it is home after all, and I have to go back.

Cheng Lang got warm water, put the medicine in front of Li Boqiao, didn't say much, and consciously hid back in the bedroom.He kicked the door lightly, thinking to himself, why does Zhang Yimiao like to stay in the living room so much?Obviously he has no psychological shadow.

There was only such a room he liked in the house, and Cheng Lang got into bed, wanting to cry without tears.

When Li Boqiao walked in, he looked more impassive than usual.Cheng Lang's mind was spinning fast. In the "pair skating" in the early morning, the two of them were basically not covered with quilts. Li Boqiao must have sweated a lot and caught a cold.

He felt pity in his heart, but he didn't say a word on the surface. After all, the awkwardness before going to bed hadn't completely disappeared.

"go for meal!"

"Have it?"

Li Boqiao stared at Cheng Lang's inquiring eyes and smiled weakly.I just like this angry kid, Mei Zhe.

When he smiled, Cheng Lang also smiled awkwardly, but there was a trace of bitterness in his heart.

Seeing Cheng Lang smiled, Li Boqiao felt relieved, knelt down and hugged Cheng Lang, rubbed Cheng Lang's hair and kissed his side face.

Li Boqiao reheated the dishes and sat in the dining room with Cheng Lang to eat.After a while, Zhang Yimiao entered the room.

Li Boqiao thought to himself: What is this called?One mountain cannot accommodate two tigers?

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