Daoist always thinks I'm scumbag for him

The noisy cold rain hit the window, making some dull noises, and the summer rain came quickly, with just a few thunderclaps, followed by an unprepared torrential downpour.

Qingyuan looked out of the window unintentionally, and then slowly looked back, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing him like this, Qing's mother exchanged a look with Qing's father, feeling a little helpless in her eyes.

She slowly said, "How are you and Xiao Fu doing now?" Afraid of causing Qingyuan's displeasure, she frowned slightly, "I don't mean to meddle in your affairs, but Xiao Fu is a good boy, you don't want to do it Sorry about him."

Qingyuan rubbed his temples with his fingertips, his eyes fell on the tea set on the table, and he said lightly, "He has already gone to country F."

After he left that night, the last time he appeared was at the airport, with a thin and indifferent back, he boarded a flight to country F. Since then, there has been a distance of more than 8000 kilometers. up.

Qing's mother was startled, and touched the cihuamao in her arms with her white and soft hands. The cat meowed, its white-gloved front paws hugged Qing's mother's arm, and a faint smile appeared on her face.

He lowered his eyes and petted the cat, and said softly, "If you can't forget Xiao He, then don't provoke Xiao Fu."

Qingyuan frowned slightly, Fu Yunhen now wholeheartedly thinks that he loves He Louming, well, it's not just Fu Yunhen, but everyone thinks that he loves the deceased He Louming, he doesn't know how to explain it at all , it would be better to really have a living white moonlight, so that you can express your heart with actions.

Now that he has come here, Qingyuan really doesn't know how to end it.

He was born with a spirit body, and he has never had any emotional experience. After becoming a Taoist couple with He Louming, he rarely saw Xuemo. How could he have thought that the second plane would arrange such a script for him? He thought about it Going to think that this situation has been seen in a certain TV series, and in the end it seems... to be pissed off? !

Thinking of a certain result, he touched his neck by loosening his tie, and somehow felt a chill appear on his back.

Qing's father, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said in a deep voice, "I agree with your mother's suggestion." His eyes were deep, and his aura was not angry, "Don't provoke others until you have dealt with your feelings for Xiao He."

The rain became heavier again, forming a straight line and falling straight on the ground, causing ripples in the puddles. Occasionally, there were round bubbles, which were quickly shattered.

Father Qing folded his hands together, and said in a business-like tone, "I told you to go to Languo before, what do you think?"

The Lan country mentioned by Father Qing has a long winter and ice and snow, but it is a country with top-notch chip manufacturing technology. They send people there every year to study and communicate. The board of directors needs to send a young person with a strong status. Qing's father holds 30.00% of the shares in Qingyi Technology. Basically, he already has a veto right. Qingyuan doesn't have to worry about losing the rear, and this is a good opportunity for experience. It is also good for him to join the board of directors and even become the chairman It is no small help.

To put it bluntly, the president is also a worker, and Qing's father wants his son to go further.

That was something Qing's father asked Qingyuan to consider half a year ago, and now it's time for a vote.

Looking at Qingyuan, Qing's father narrowed his eyes, "I remember you once submitted an application for admission to Helsing University."

With the shrewdness of a businessman in his eyes, he lightly knocked on the table, "Since you are frustrated in your relationship, why not work hard on your career."

Qingyuan looked at his father when he heard the words, then turned his gaze out of the window, and said in a sighing tone, "It's getting cold."

Both Qing's mother and Qing's father saw the blankness in each other's eyes.

He turned around and looked at the man who was nearly fifty years old and still tall and straight. Qingyuan thought about it, and then he hesitated to speak, "We...maybe going bankrupt."

According to Fu Yunhen's influence, even He Louming could be fabricated, and it would be a piece of cake for him to go bankrupt and live on the streets.What business are you still doing?

Father Qing said coldly, "Don't worry, I will still be able to scrape together the money for your return ticket when the time comes."

small town in country f

He Jiang looked at the young but very ruthless young man opposite him. He crossed his hands to protect his chest, sweat dripped from his forehead, he had been punched several times on his face, but his smile was as evil as ever, "Fu Yunhen, you The lover from the country of Hua has gone to the country of Lan, and it may be in those two years."

Fu Yunhen paused, and the person on the opposite side took advantage of the situation to attack him, and he barely avoided it. The wind of the fist brushed against his tall nose, and the next moment He Jiang met with a pair of fists. With cold black eyes, followed by fierce fists raining down on his body, He Jiang stepped back again and again, "I just want to tell you something, don't take your anger out on me."

A low sneer came, looking at He Jiang who was desperately covering his head, he took off his boxing gloves, and lit a cigarette in the corner of the boxing room, his expression was a bit gloomy amidst the smoke.

He Jiang looked at him, took off his gloves out of boredom, and walked over to sit beside him, "I said, why did you hang yourself on a tree? Wouldn't it be nice to find another obedient and obedient him?"

His uncle He Zhou wanted to accompany his lover, and he didn't want to bring Fu Yunhen back, so he went to pick up his half-brother home. When he first met that day, his eyes were red, and he was still holding his phone tightly to stare at him on the plane. Looking at the screen, He Jiang had a vague feeling at that time: a message from someone made his trip in vain, but fortunately the screen did not light up, and in the end it was Fu Yunhen who threw the phone into the Garonne River with his own hands. .

He looked at the young man with handsome features but a little bit of prey, and shook his head. At first he thought it was a rabbit, but he didn't expect it to be a little wolf.

Fu Yunchen didn't speak until a cigarette was burned out, "When did it happen?"

He Jiang thought for a few seconds before he understood what he was asking, touched his chin and said, "It happened two days ago."

A section of soot was lightly brushed off and fell silently to the ground.

It will take seven working days at the fastest to approve a series of visa and passport applications. At that time, that night has not yet arrived, which means that he is already ready to leave.

two years...

Fu Yunhen raised his lips slowly, but his eyes were cold.

When he wanted to stick together all the time, he was already planning to leave.

The cigarette was burned out, and the last light flashed, and it was thrown on the ground and slowly crushed out with shoes.

The Glass House in Saariselka is very famous in Languo. It lasts from August every year to April next year, and it receives tourists from all over the world.

The light in the glass igloo is warm, and a glass of wine on the table is silently waiting for her taster. The man leaning on the sofa has a gentle temperament, simple and calm, like a sketched landscape painting.

Suddenly there were a few exclamations in the distance, Qingyuan suddenly raised his head, and a green light slowly appeared from the southwest from the sky, as if it was lightly smudged by someone with a paintbrush, and then the brilliance flowed, under the gorgeous starry sky The magnificent aurora is like the most magical magic, and everyone is watching this real and shocking beauty.

Qingyuan turned off the light, lost interest after a few glances, no matter how many times he watched the beautiful scenery, it was boring, he rubbed the phone with his fingertips, lowered his eyes as if he was thinking about something, in the end he just closed it He closed his eyes and fell asleep with alcohol.

After coming to Languo for two years, this is the last time he saw the aurora. By this time tomorrow, he has already arrived at home.

Fortunately, there is no need to collect airfare money.

very nice.