Today, the Foolish Scum Gong Screwed Me Over Again

Part 8

He Zhou heard this, his face was black, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Qiu Yanzhi, you have a problem with your brain, don't spit it on me!"

Meng Qikang only felt that Ping Bai was slandered, trembling with rage, and his speech was a bit incoherent: "We have nothing (fa), we... we are just ordinary, ordinary friends (guanguan). 

"Ordinary friend?" Qiu Yanzhi almost laughed. "Don't tell me that He Zhou has liked you for almost 20 years. Even the broken bells you gave are carried on your body. You don't know anything about them. "

"Qiu Yanzhi! You shut up for me!" He Zhou snapped.

"...Bell?" Meng Qikang froze. He turned blankly to look at He Zhou: "Since then..."

You just know, the heroine of the idol drama.

Qiu Yanzhi finally laughed, only hating the lack of seeds at the moment.

But as soon as he lowered his head, he saw the lunch box in his hand.

New green (color) lunch box.

Fresh and bright.

Just like the top of his head Qiu Yanzhi.

Qiu Yanzhi felt angrily thinking about how he had just been happy and looking forward to preparing his meal seriously.

I threw the lunch box with a bang.

Who knows this meal box also has a temper, and it bounced off after being dropped on the wall, and finally smashed it in the direction of Meng Qikang!

On the occasion of a sudden attack, He Zhou rushed up and hugged Meng Qikang tightly in his arms. The lunch box smashed on He Zhou's back with a snap, and the lid of the lunch box was smashed at this moment. Huajiaozi soup runs down the spine of He Zhou.

The new meal box insulation effect is good.

He Zhou groaned painfully, and the place where the hot soup flowed sighed with steam.

Meng Qikang exclaimed and went nervously to see where He Zhou was burnt. His eyes were flushed, and he seemed to be crying in the next second. Instead, He Zhou comforted him softly.

"Slap, crack, crack."

Qiu Yanzhi reached out and applauded a few hands.

He chuckled softly: "It's really a concubine's heart and touching heart."

Qiu Yanzhi looked at them, the smile on his face gradually diminished, and his tone was quite calm.

"From today, Qiu Yanzhi and I will not play with you. I wish you a hundred years of good luck, early birth of your precious sons, and full of descendants!"

After all, he pushed open the door.

A group of people stood in a hula at the door of the office.

All are listening to the gossip with their ears upright.

How much did you hear, you must look at the sound insulation of the door.

But now, Qiu Yanzhi doesn't care at all.

Seeing Qiu Yanzhi push the door out, the crowd broke up again with a hula.

The space that Qiu Yanzhi looked at immediately became open and empty.

His back was straight, his steps were steady, his face was expressionless, unpleasant or angry, and soon disappeared into people's eyes.

Qiu Yanzhi turned into a park next to him after coming out of the company.