The group pet green tea dressed as cannon fodder really young master

When he woke up, the document was lying there quietly and had been written, there was a warm breakfast on the dining table, and Qi Xiuzhu went to work.

The snail son Qi Xiuzhu.

Wencha was very satisfied, and decided to stamp the gossip discussion that had fermented all night last night, so he sent a wb.

[Thank you for your concern, I'm fine]

All the masters concluded that they were all right, and most of the people commented that they liked warm tea, and they all left messages one after another.

[As long as you are happy, if he treats you badly, we will scold him for you]

[In any case, he is better than Qi Junhao]

[Qi Xiuzhu will be with Cha Bao even if he goes bankrupt, let me see who dares to say that Cha Bao dislikes the poor and loves the rich]

[That's because they don't know how rich Cha Bao is now, die laughing]

In another part of the hotel, the mobile phone screen refreshed with warm tea WB was reflected on the man's face, his expression was gloomy.

Stretched out a hand from the bed, climbed up his bare back, and stuck it to his body. After seeing the content of his screen, he smiled strangely: "Why, are you jealous?"

Qi Junhao pulled his arm away without mercy, indifferent and disgusted: "Wen Leshui, you plot against me."

Wen Leshui touched his pinched red wrist, generously exposed the bruises on his body, covered his mouth and yawned: "Don't say that, didn't you like it very much last night, and hurt me."

Last night, Qi Junhao went to the bar and drank some wine with some spices, but he was taken away by the long-awaited warm water.Wen Leshui has been in the bar for so long, and he has long been familiar with the twists and turns in the bar. As expected, Qi Junhao successfully took the bait.

Qi Junhao turned around and looked at Wen Leshui. He looked as plain and handsome as before, but his eyes were no longer clear. As long as the two of them looked in the mirror, they would find the turbid ** rolling inside.

"I made a video last night." Wen Leshui blew on his black nail polish. Yesterday's battle was so fierce that it was a little split. "I don't think your reputation can withstand a second blow."

Originally, Qi Junhao hid behind others, so it doesn't matter if he has some moral flaws, and he will be forgotten by everyone soon.But now that Qi Junhao has the confidence, if he wants to get more funds in front of others, he has to start to whitewash his image.

Wen Leshui was calm and composed under Qi Junhao's faintly dangerous gaze: "If Wen Cha knows that you and I are going to bed again, it will be even more impossible for you to have sex with him."

Qi Junhao's heart was extremely violent, but the expression on his face was very calm. He stared at Wen Leshui, who had already changed beyond recognition in his memory, and slowly smiled:

"Xiao Shui, what do you want?"

He knew Qi Junhao too well for more than ten years of love, and knew that he was pretending, but it didn't matter, they each got what they needed, and they could maintain a stable face for the time being.

"Take care of me and give me money." Wen Leshui put his hands on his waist, full of provocation, "I'll think about the rest. Don't worry, as long as you are obedient, I won't bother you. "

It means that if you don't listen to him, you will turn your face.

A cold light flashed across Qi Junhao's eyes. Today, if he sleeps with anyone else, it can be interpreted as flirtatious, but being with Wen Leshui is despicable.

He also wants to build himself into a brand image. He just started his career, and he can't easily make bad news again.

"Okay, Xiao Shui." Qi Junhao took a light breath and agreed, seeming very affectionate.

The two looked at each other indifferently, Wen Leshui's heart suddenly prickled, and such pain aroused deeper hatred when there was sourness in his heart.

At the end of November, something big is going to happen.

That's Wencha's birthday coming up.

Everyone felt like an enemy, because Master Wen Cha had reminded them to prepare gifts carefully a few months ago, and they were racking their brains one by one to figure out what to give.

"Xiuzhu, what do you think I should give?" Zheng Mingzhong and Qi Xiuzhu chatted on the phone, their voices full of distress.

"I don't know." Qi Xiuzhu was helpless, who could guess what Wencha was thinking.

Zheng Mingzhong was worried: "My best and favorite car was taken away by my younger brother. My heart is dead. Can I not give it away?"

"That car is yours?" Qi Xiuzhu finally knew where Wen Cha's favorite sports car came from. "Are you willing to give it?"

The cause of this incident involved Zheng Mingzhong's possible retaliation, so of course he would not admit it frankly. Now that he has discovered the signs of Qi Xiuzhu's loss of friendship, if Qi Xiuzhu finds out about the bet, maybe he will help Wen Tea puts the bet into practice.

Zheng Mingzhong fooled around: "I made an agreement with my brother."

"I don't know what to give, think about it yourself." Qi Xiuzhu was about to hang up the phone without mercy, "I'm going to send him to the theater."

Zheng Mingzhong cried and said: "Okay, my brother drove you in that car, and you drove my brother, why am I not even worthy of a back seat? What am I!"

Qi Xiuzhu hung up decisively, without conscience, started the car, and he drove a top sports car slowly like a crawling snail.

Wen Cha stood in front of the school gate, wearing a very ostentatious red scarf. Qi Xiuzhu recognized that he brought it back when he participated in a variety show last time, and pulled it out again in winter.

Although the stitches are crappy, they are very warm, and they are still the result of my own labor. Wearing warm tea on the street fearlessly has won many heads.

"If I hadn't seen the license plate, I wouldn't have believed it was my car." Wen Cha ran up to fasten his seat belt, "How could you drive the car so blindly?"

Qi Xiuzhu listened humbly: "Safety is the most important thing."

Wen Cha reached out and tuned the radio station to the DJ track, and the electronic sound of the discharge seemed to charge people up in an instant.

Qi Xiuzhu turned the steering wheel and asked, "Aren't you going to the concert hall later?"

"It's because I'm going to the concert hall to listen to those elegant music. I have to treat my ears first and listen to something I like." Wen Cha took off his scarf and hummed along with the drumbeat.

"Go if you don't like it?" Qi Xiuzhu asked lightly.

"Someone invited."

Wen Cha had already rejected Edward's invitation several times, but today was the last match in the sub-division, and Edward persevered in sending Wen Cha a message again, and Wen Cha agreed after thinking about it.

In the concert hall, everyone was dressed in suits and evening gowns. Only Wen Cha was wearing a red scarf.In fact, it doesn't matter what you wear, but in order to be worthy of the class here, most people default to dress formally.

Wen Cha thinks that he is of a very high class, he can wear anything, he is warm and looks good, isn't he worthy?

As long as he is not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed.

"Little tea." Edward couldn't help smiling when he saw Wen Cha, "Why are you dressed like this?"

"Are you in your way? Then I'll go?" Wen Cha was not used to his vaguely questioning words, and most people might feel ashamed when they heard them, but Wen Cha was confident and radiant, and didn't care at all.

"No." Edward sighed, "Why do you always misinterpret my meaning, I just asked in passing."

"Oh." Wen Cha reluctantly accepted this explanation.

Qi Xiuzhu's arm rested on Wen Cha's waist, and it was only then that Edward noticed Qi Xiuzhu, or he had already noticed it but ignored it on purpose.

"Hello." Qi Xiuzhu said.

He had an impression of Edward, and had seen Wen Cha get along with him before.

"Hello." Edward's gaze rested on Qi Xiuzhu's obtrusive hand.

The warm tea smelled the smell of gunpowder in the air.He didn't mind the two men fighting, but he didn't mind dragging him in and asking him to deal with the aftermath.

"I'm going to my seat." Wen Cha interrupted their eye contact, "Will it affect your exchange of feelings?"

The two men sensibly put away their competitive aura.

After taking his seat, Qi Xiuzhu didn't ask any questions.

Wen Cha looked at him strangely: "I thought you were jealous?"

Qi Xiuzhu turned his face to look at him: "Go home today and eat West Lake vinegar fish."

Wen Cha refused: "No, I'm too lazy to criticize."

Qi Xiuzhu said, "I'll help you choose."

Warm tea is funny: "You must let me taste the vinegar. It's not me. If you want to eat it, I can go to the school to find some schoolgirls, but there is really no need to eat Edward's."

A language genius, one sentence both irritated Qi Xiuzhu and looked down on Edward, his sense of hatred was extremely well controlled.

Wen Cha continued to dislike him: "Compare yourself with him, and you won't be afraid of losing value. If you keep doing this, I won't want you anymore. Just pack it up and throw it out."

Qi Xiuzhu wondered secretly, wondering what outrageous things Edward had done to be hated by Wen Cha to such an extent.At present, Qi Junhao is the only one who can enjoy the same treatment.

Before he had time to ask, the game had already begun.

In the finals of the sub-division competitions, but the final winner is Edward. Many players complained and scolded Edward behind his back why he didn't go back to his hometown to compete. He wanted to come here to reduce dimensionality. There is no way to stop him from competing in city c.

Many fans of Edward came to watch, as well as newly attracted fans. There was thunderous applause after Edward appeared on the stage, and there were some little girls and boys who were licking their faces instead of drinking. Call.

In all fairness, the skin of Edward, a typical Western-style handsome male model, is still very attractive, but it is a pity that there is a wild and ruthless heart like a beast hidden under the human skin.

The repertoire performed by Edward continued the usual gorgeous style, but it was a little more affectionate and tactful than before. Those who understand his music can't help but be amazed.And Edward's speech when accepting the award solved their doubts:

"Many people asked me why I changed my style. In fact, I have been looking for a breakthrough. I am glad that I met someone who can show me a different beauty."

While saddened by the love that had ended before it even started, the little fans lamented Edward's affection and romance. They turned their heads to see who made a high-ranking musical genius feel humane.

Following Edward's gaze, a big beauty who was sleeping soundly was leaning on another handsome guy.

Yes, warm tea fell asleep again.

Edward made another emotional mispayment.

The last time I saw Lang Youqing and Lang Wuxin's judge David really felt sorry for Edward, why was he interested in a heartless beauty.

The new little fans are all good surfers.

"Isn't that warm tea?"

"Why is it warm tea again?"

"Then is Qi Xiuzhu next to him? So handsome!"

"Who is Edward's confession aimed at? Is he thanking Wen Cha or Qi Xiuzhu? Is Edward 1 or 0."

It's okay to say that Edward failed to confess his love and was successful in warming the tea, but he actually let Edward confess to Qi Xiuzhu, and spread rumors that Edward was 0.

Edward was really angry and ashamed, no longer reserved: "I want to thank Xiaocha."

The surrounding voices became louder, and the confused consciousness of warm tea gradually became clear. When he woke up, he opened his eyes, listened to Edward's words, and yawned condescendingly: "Okay, you're welcome."

Not at all shy or shy as others imagined, just like the queen who is stingy and loves, she doesn't get in.

The people who were originally unhappy accepted the attitude of warm tea easily.

"No wonder Edward likes it, and I like it too. I really want to invite him to be my model."

"Although Edward is good, I think warm tea goes well with Qi Xiuzhu."

"Hey, then leave Edward to us."

It's not good to like anyone, like this dog thing, Wen Cha looked intently, Edward immediately raised a pure smile when he met his gaze, and his green eyes were full of blue.

"He's pretty good at acting." Wen Cha murmured softly.

Qi Xiuzhu helped him fix his wrinkled collar, but didn't tell Wen Cha why he didn't think Edward was acting.

But warm tea is also good at acting.

After Edward came to him with the flowers in his hands, he pretended to be pleasantly surprised and took them over: "Come on."

"While..." Edward said.

"I'm going home in a while, so let me tell you first, I'm leaving soon." Wen Cha said goodbye without winking, and bumped Qi Xiuzhu's chest, "Little Zhuzi, let's go."

The boy's back was jumping up and down, and he was sticking to Qi Xiuzhu intimately, as if there was no room for him to intervene.

Warm tea is so happy, so happy that Edward, who lives in the gutter, can't get close.Only by tearing a crack in his bright and sunny life, maybe there is a place for him to intervene.

He opened the collection screen, and the message sent to him by the doctor came into view:

"Edward, your game is over, you can't stop taking the medicine anymore, we must continue the treatment."

Disgust and madness flashed across Edward's eyes, and he replied "OK".

Then click on another dialog box, there are many messages accumulated in it, and he has never replied:

[Thank you for helping me erase the traces of surveillance, I have successfully met Xue Qingzhou]

[I like your music very much]

……

[Although something happened to Le Shui, we are still friends, right?]

A dog-licking diary that looks like a dog-licking and begging for help.

The latest one shows:

[My company has newly developed a perfume, I want to give it to you, shall we meet]