Serious warning to next door Husky neighbors

The day Zhou Qingyan received the phone call from Chen Feng was the afternoon when Chen Nansong went out to buy a car. The injury on his shoulder hadn’t healed yet. He sat on the swivel chair in the upstairs bedroom to read the lesson plans, with a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose. Yes, but he doesn't wear it often, he only wears it for a while while watching the computer.

The phone was charging, beeped twice, and he hung up.

Immediately afterwards, it rang continuously for several minutes, and finally I had no choice but to answer it.

"Hello." Zhou Qingyan was still working on the PPT, typing on the keyboard.

"Is it Zhou Qingyan?" The voice on the other end of the phone was too unfamiliar.

"Yes, you are?" Zhou Qingyan was forced to stop, leaned back on the back of the chair, and took a few sips of lemonade.

"Do you know Chen Nansong?" the man said, but Zhou Qingyan hadn't answered yet, "I'm his father."

Zhou Qingyan was stunned for a few seconds, "How did you know my phone number?"

The man didn't answer, just like in the TV series, "Break up with him."

It's just that I didn't finish my line this time, and I didn't say the latter sentence that I will give you 500 million when I break up.

Zhou Qingyan laughed a few times, "If you can say it, you can divide it."

The man had no patience, "I don't care how much you love me, but Chen Nansong is following my last name." He paused, "It's absolutely impossible to be with a man!"

The ear of the yelling person on the phone hurt, Zhou Qingyan distanced himself from the phone, turned on the speakerphone and put it on the table, and continued to type on the keyboard.

"Nan Song is not young anymore, and he's not in his teens, so you don't have to hold on to her, right?" Zhou Qingyan was still gentle.

"Do you still need to intervene in our family's affairs?" The man's voice became louder, "I don't know what he told you, but no matter what this time, he will come back, while..."

"I don't care if I say anything about it." Zhou Qingyan interrupted, and shut down the computer with a snap, "Unless he lets go, I don't even think about it."

"you want..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Qingyan grabbed the phone and hung up.

In his life, he never hung up on anyone's phone on purpose, let alone talked sideways to anyone.

Zhou Qingyan sat on a chair and supported his head with his arms for 5 minutes. He looked up at his watch, it was 06:30.

He called Chen Nansong, but no one answered.

It stands to reason that if no one answered, he would not call again, but Chen Feng's phone call just now made him panic, he was afraid that something would happen to Chen Nansong.

A dozen calls in a row went unanswered.

He is in a hurry.

The last No.12 calls were connected.

Chen Nansong was panting heavily, his voice was still hoarse, the paper in Zhou Qingyan's hand was crumpled by him, and his shoulders were throbbing with pain.

He wanted to ask Chen Nansong if there was any accident, whether the clothes were still suitable, whether the car was bought or not.

In the end, he paused for a long time, and said under a choked voice, do you want me to pick you up?

Even if he is not allowed to pick him up, he will pick him up.

When Chen Nansong said he wanted it, Zhou Qingyan felt a pain in his heart, probably something happened.

Zhou Qingyan locked the door and basically ran all the way there. He knew that Chen Nansong was punching, and he only went when he was unhappy. He was tense along the way, and no one came out when he reached the door.

I twirled the phone in my hand a few times, but I held back and didn't make a call.

Chen Nansong smiled at him when he came out, which made him feel even more uncomfortable.

I really wanted to know what was wrong with him, but in the end I held back and didn't ask. He didn't want to show himself so flustered, and in the end he would just hold his hand.

When Chen Nansong kissed him, he was really a little confused. After he realized it, he tried his best to respond to him. He wanted to press Chen Nansong and kiss the scar on his waist again.

The phone in his pocket vibrated, he reacted, and stepped back a little.

I never asked about it after that day.

On the morning when he came back from Nanzhuang, he had just arrived at the school, and before he had stood on the podium for 2 minutes, the principal beckoned at the door a few times.

"Self-study first." Zhou Qingyan was still full of question marks when he went out.

Follow the principal all the way to the office before speaking.

"Mr. Zhou, you need to be suspended for a week. The higher-ups received a report call saying that your teaching content is wrong and your conduct is... bad." The principal paused for a few seconds after speaking.

Zhou Qingyan was stunned by this sentence. The principal's words were already pretty good, but the phone report must have been even worse.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand what it means? What is misconduct?" Zhou Qingyan took several deep breaths, and his voice became louder unconsciously. No matter how good his temper is, he will get angry.

"I know you haven't, but." The principal looked at him for a long time, "I can't just pretend that I didn't see it. The phone call has already hit me, so I still have to do it. It's just a week. After a week, you will come back if you have nothing to do."

The air was quiet for an unknown number of seconds.

"Why admit something that you haven't done!" Zhou Qingyan never got angry like this. The principal was stunned for two seconds and asked him to calm down.

The phone in Zhou Qingyan's pocket vibrated a few times.

He also felt that his tone was not very good, he lowered his head and said sorry, then turned and went out the door.

There was a text message on the phone, just a few words.

Think clearly.

Chen Feng made it.

Zhou Qingyan went into the toilet, supported the sink with his arms and splashed some water on his face, the hair on his forehead was completely wet.

He usually doesn't drink alcohol, but that day, he insisted on going to the tavern to drink a bottle.

Before returning home when it was dark, Chen Nansong's phone rang one after another, but he didn't answer it.

When the phone rang silently, Zhou Qingyan slammed his fist on the table and called back.

Chen Nansong seemed to be speaking at double speed, probably in a hurry.

Zhou Qingyan scolded himself for being sick, and felt uncomfortable seeing those missed calls. He didn't know if it was prompted by alcohol. He felt that he was about to throw up, and his stomach was churning and uncomfortable.

"Let's talk in the evening, don't worry." Zhou Qingyan ran towards the toilet after speaking, ran to the convenience store after vomiting, bought a bottle of mouthwash, stood under a tree and poured it, and sat on the side of the road to wake up for another hour Just go back.

Chen Nansong was waiting for him on the sofa, and he returned to his usual appearance. After chatting for a few words, Chen Nansong was not surprised to be angry. Seeing him scolding Zhou Qingyan, he wanted to laugh, and finally said he was tired and wanted to sleep.

When Chen Nansong squatted at the door and called Chen Bei, he heard it. He heard Chen Nansong say to the other end of the phone, please do me a favor.

He stood at the door and listened to the whole process, and went upstairs before Chen Nansong entered.

Chen Nansong's appearance made him feel distressed, Zhou Qingyan lowered his head and deleted Chen Feng's message, and returned to the last one: Think it over, it's still the same sentence as before, it's impossible.

He lay on the bed pretending to be asleep, but he was still awake when the person next to him came in with a gust of cold air.

The person next to him sighed and turned over, still worrying about who did it.

What did Zhou Qingyan say?Say your dad did it, don't check it out.

Who can say the export.

In the middle of the night, he saw the person next to him falling asleep, turned around and hugged him, and whispered, I won't let you go.

Of course, Chen Nansong was so sound asleep that he didn't hear anything.

The two of them went to the park the next night, and Chen Nansong bought him a balloon with colored lights inside.

When Zhou Qingyan looked at Chen Nansong through the colored lantern, he saw the colorful light radiating from this person, which was so beautiful that it made one's heart skip a beat.

During the week of the suspension, Zhou Qingyan felt like eating honey every day. Chen Nansong dug out the storybook from somewhere, and walked around telling him every day. Later, the storytelling was boring, so he insisted on making it up by himself.

Zhou Qingyan pushed his head every day to make troubles, but in the end, he leaned over every once in a while and asked, how is Mr. Rabbit's day today.

The first day of returning to school and working was not going well. Although the principal said that he could go back to school, he still asked him to write a bunch of declarations.

But he didn't want to hold on to this matter any longer. If the trouble continued, Chen Nansong should know about it.

Zhou Qingyan bit the bullet and wrote the document for a day, and got off work late at night.

One of the street lights was broken that day, and the lights at the corner were much dimmed.

Zhou Qingyan slowed down his speed. At the traffic light intersection, when the green light came on, just a few seconds after he stepped on the accelerator, a truck driving sideways rushed towards him.

The car overturned, he heard the siren, and someone called Chen Nansong's name.

He opened the phone records on his mobile phone, and nine out of ten belonged to him.

Call in the morning, call at noon, and call even when you have nothing to do. You have to vibrate for a few seconds, and then hang up after answering.

Chen Nansong said: "It seems that you miss me all the time."

Zhou Qingyan passed out completely within a few seconds, his whole body ached as if someone had ripped apart his flesh and pried open his bones, and finally lost consciousness completely.

He didn't know how many days he had been in a coma. The doctor said he hadn't been conscious for the past two days.

But he seemed to hear something in a daze.

The fingers were hooked a few times.

Zhou Qingyan felt like he was dreaming, his whole body was floating in the air.

He seems to have heard someone say.

"I beg you to be well in the future."

Zhou Qingyan replied in his dream, "I beg us to have a good time together in the future."