Don't secretly shoot women's clothing gangsters

How the two elders of the Zhou family got the news is still a mystery, but it is an indisputable fact that they will be killed soon.Even if Zhou Xun's acting skills exploded, he couldn't pretend that nothing happened. Now he could only let his relatives and friends help to stabilize the emotions of the two elders. This burden fell on Ding Zile.

"I invite you to dinner later." Zhou Xun said with a smile.

Ding Zile held the thermos cup firmly: "It would be nice if you have time to eat out."

Zhou's father and Zhou's mother raced against the clock, and took the fastest bus to come. Before these people could unify their caliber, the two elders stepped into the gate of the hospital with big bags and small bags. It was more accurate than GPS navigation.As soon as Ding Zile entered the door of the ward, before Ding Zile could blurt out "Hello, Auntie", Zhou's mother threw something on Zhou's father, "Ah Xun—" and rushed to the bedside, bursting into tears.

"Hey..." Zhou Xun hugged his mother dumbfoundedly, and waited for his mother to cry a few times before holding back his voice, "You pressed my wound..."

"Where!" Zhou's mother was so scared that she hurriedly stood up, glanced over, her clothes were wrapped in layers of quilts, she didn't know where the injury was, and she didn't dare to strike easily, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, it's almost gone." Zhou Xun saw that his mother's hair was a little messy, "Why don't you comb your hair when you go out? Didn't you just have your hair done last month? Why didn't you keep it?"

"Don't interrupt." The tears in the corners of Zhou's mother's eyes were still wet, "Why don't you say anything when something happens! How long do you want to hide it? There are still a few of you!" Instantly turned the firepower to the others, "Ale and Ayue ! You are also accomplices!"

Ding Zile waved his hands again and again: "Auntie...it's not serious! Look at him so fat! The doctor said he can be discharged from the hospital! This guy just wants to take a few more days off."

Of course, saying this is the same as not saying it. On the contrary, the title of "accomplice" is confirmed.

"It's New Year's Eve! Ah!" My mother was heartbroken, and she sat on the chair that Ding Zile gave up, but she couldn't bear to leave Zhou Xun's eyes.

In the eyes of my mother, scratching the skin is a piercing serious injury, not to mention that she is actually hospitalized now, and Zhou's mother's motherly heart has long been twisted into twists: "I told you to change jobs, you are like Ah!" Like that, it’s not good to do a light job? Mom doesn’t ask you anything, as long as you are safe and sound... You say that now, how can you let mom sleep well! "

Zhou Xun didn't speak, just patted his mother on the back.

"I really owe you!" Zhou's mother complained to herself, "I discussed it with your father, and we will be here during this time."

Zhou Xun raised his head suddenly: "What?"

"I'm here to take care of you!" Mom patted the back of his hand, "We're all retired too, and we wanted to come here. How can we rest assured that you are like this. Right, Lao Zhou."

Zhou's father spread his hands: "I will listen to your mother."

"Dad, why are you so unprincipled!" Zhou Xun wailed.

"What principle! Listening to my wife is the biggest principle!" Mom pretended to be angry, "Old Zhou, take out the soup I made in the morning and drink it while it's hot."

"I just ate..." Zhou Xun silently raised his hand and spoke.

"Drink a little first." The former head teacher dismissed the request, "Ah Le, accompany me to the doctor later and ask about the situation."

Ding Zile silently spread his hands behind Zhou's mother: I can't help it either.

Leaving the reunion space for the family of three, Ding Ziyue took out cigarettes from his pocket as soon as he went out, and his brother confiscated them in one fell swoop.

"Is there still inhumanity?" Ding Ziyue protested, "I haven't smoked for three days."

"Then it doesn't matter if you endure it for another day." Ding Zile put the cigarette back in his pocket, "How old are you? You never leave your cigarettes and alcohol."

"Don't teach me a lesson." Ding Ziyue said sullenly, "Do you think Brother Zhou will go back in the future?"

Zhou's mother has never been very satisfied with Zhou Xun's work as a policeman here.The two have only one son. Even in this small broken city, their family can be regarded as a high-spirited family, but they still maintain the traditional concept of a stable life, family reunion, and both children and grandchildren... Zhou Xun is often talked about by his mother , This time, he was injured again, which simply added fuel to the flames. Judging by his posture, once Zhou Xun's injury healed, his parents would probably be able to pack him up and take him away.

"I don't know..." Ding Zile looked at the hazy sky in the distance, "Wouldn't it be better for him to go back? It won't save you from running here if you have something to do."

"I'm doing business for my father!" Ding Ziyue protested, "...It's not like you don't know Mr. Sun."

"Are you afraid that he will go on a blind date as soon as he gets home?" Ding Zile said with a smile.

Among other things, the photos of girls that Zhou Xun's mother, Mr. Sun, have collected over the years can produce several decks of playing cards, without duplicates...

"Ah." Ding Ziyue closed his eyes, "It's better for him to stay here. If he goes back, I still have to see Teacher Sun from time to time... What a trouble."

Ding Ziyue has a deep-rooted fear of Zhou Xun's mother.This guy was often criticized by Teacher Sun when he was in school, and now he is hooking up with his son again, and his sense of fear has gradually increased. This is something that Ding Zile, a top student who has always been held in the palm of his hand by the teacher, cannot understand .

"My daughter-in-law has to see her mother-in-law." Ding Zile smiled, "You'll get used to seeing her a lot."

"Fart! I saw that a hundred times I was as nervous as when I was in school. I'm just afraid of the teacher." Ding Ziyue had no cigarettes, and felt as uncomfortable as crawling on fleas. ...Damn it, every time I see someone, I dare not speak, I feel like I'm revealing my IQ when I speak."

"Is Li Jifei okay?" Ding Zile smiled, "I think you guys had a good chat last time."

"It's embarrassing, understand. Your friend is still a special breed..." Ding Ziyue shrugged, "I think Zhou Xun's level is almost the limit I can bear."

"That's an exaggeration," Ding Zile smiled, "Don't you still have me?"

"You?" Ding Ziyue smiled, "You're not within my tolerance... Hey, are you and Brother Qian really together?"

"Ah, that's right." Ding Zile tilted his head, "Do you have any comments or suggestions?"

"Would you listen if I had you?" Ding Ziyue exhaled whitely, "Brother Qian...you can still cook, and being a wife is good."

"Oh," Ding Zile smiled, "That's it?"

"Also." Ding Ziyue no longer leaned against the wall like mud, but straightened up, "Brother, I know you have never been in a relationship..."

"Looking for a fight?" Ding Zile raised his eyebrows.

"Did someone like you ever talk to you?" Ding Ziyue was surprised, "Is there really?"

"Yes." Ding Zile said, "I have had virtual love several times."

"What are you pretending to be...online dating?" Ding Ziyue was stunned for a moment, "I was led astray by you...what am I going to say?"

Ding Zile sighed: "Say I've never been in a relationship."

"Oh yes." Ding Ziyue continued, "However, I don't think it's better not to get too involved... It's not a good feeling."

"Just like when Zhou Xun had an accident, I wished I could fly over there. I was so anxious when he was lying there, like an idiot." Ding Ziyue said, "It doesn't feel good. If it was someone else, I promise If the commander is determined, what to do and what to do are well arranged, and he will not be able to do it once he arrives."

"If he really goes home, he will get married in the future, have children, etc. I don't dare to think about it. When I think about it, I feel like I'm going to die." Ding Ziyue looked at his brother with his pockets in his hands, "I feel like I've been trapped He's on a leash...I can't tell you what it feels like. Of course, I'm not as mature as you...you adults may be different."

"Who claims to be eighteen every day." Ding Zile said with a smile, "Do you still think of yourself as a baby now?"

"It's still half a year before my birthday." Ding Ziyue said, "Adult...is a relative concept. If I were to hang out by myself, I still feel that I am mature. Compared with you, I am still young."

"I know what you mean." Ding Zile returned the cigarette to him, "It doesn't matter to anyone. Zhou Xun... probably won't get married. If he wants to get married, I'll beat him to death for you."

"Have you ever played?" Ding Ziyue smiled, put the cigarette in his mouth, took out the lighter and lit it with a "snap".

"Let's dissipate the smell before entering the ward." Ding Zile checked the time, "Don't be told by Teacher Sun."

"En." Ding Ziyue nodded with a cigarette in his mouth.

After Qian Cheng finished a series of tasks, he felt his body was hollowed out, so he just sat on the ground and watched Miss Bobo eat.Since Rong was promoted to a baby daddy, the focus of Qian Cheng's life has more or less shifted to this child.

Daughter eats.Daughter drinks water.Daughter rolls over.The daughter is cute.A large collection of daughter emoticons.

Qian Cheng felt that he was probably a bit obsessed, but he was very restrained, and basically did not scroll the screen, at most once a week, although he felt that it was impossible to express his love for this cat without Jiugongge.

Instead, a group of cat slaves was blown up first.Only then did Qian Cheng realize that there were actually so many heroes who fell under the kitten's flesh pad.

"You like cats too!" A new message came in, and it was a private chat.

Qian Cheng took a look at this person, he was a student who was doing business at Christmas.

"Ah, yes, I just raised it recently." Qian Cheng replied casually.

"Have you been doing business lately?" Qian Cheng nicknamed the student "Small Glasses", which is quite appropriate for real people.

"Valentine's Day?" Qian Cheng calculated, and it was almost here.

"It's the same as last time. We're going to start school now. This time add three hundred... No, five hundred copies. The effect last time was very good." Little Glasses said, "Our college is going to hold a masquerade, mask props What can you do?"

"Success." Qian Cheng thought for a while, then patted his chest and assured him, "When will I want it? I'll contact someone now."

After coming to work in Luzhou, Qian Cheng somehow hooked up with some former classmates.The elementary school classmates haven't seen each other for many years. When they met, they felt that each other's hairlines were worrying. After being sympathetic to each other, they left each other's contact information and said that they would meet again when they had time.

There was no gathering, but the business was negotiated a few times.

"Fang Ping," Qian Cheng picked a phone and dialed, "Do you want to do the first business of the year?"

"Do it!" Fang Ping was hugging his newborn son, and when he answered the phone, he quickly motioned for his wife to take him away, "How much is this time?"

"Add [-] copies on the basis of last time." Qian Cheng said, "Take the trouble to change the match to cater to the theme of the festival. The last time is also good."

"Don't worry." Fang Ping smiled, "I've been doing this for many years."

"By the way," Qian Cheng asked again, "Do you know anyone who makes costumes and props, the kind used for masquerade balls?"

"Let me think about it," Fang Ping opened the window, "Qiu Zhi! You still remember!"

"Qiu Zhi." Qian Cheng couldn't help closing his eyes when the name crossed his mind, "I remember."

"I'll ask him to add you on WeChat later!" Fang Ping didn't feel any difference, "That kid, hey, you haven't seen him for many years!"

"Didn't we meet last year?" Qian Cheng smiled, "All right, let him add me, and I'll tell him."

Man is a strange animal.For example, on this very cold day, Qian Cheng could still sit on the floor and remain motionless, not even hearing the sound of Ding Zile opening the door.

When Ding Zile opened the door and saw Qian Cheng sitting on the floor like a left-behind child, he couldn't help being stunned.

"What are you doing? Get up," Ding Zile changed his shoes, "The floor is so cold."

"Tired from squatting." Qian Cheng supported the floor with one hand and stood up, "What's wrong?"

"I seem to be in trouble?" Ding Zile took off his coat, "It seems that I have been infected recently."

"Are you trying to hurt me?" Qian Cheng smiled, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Eat." Ding Zile hung his coat on the hanger, "Zhou Xun's parents are here."

"Damn." Qian Cheng was stunned for a moment, "Then..."

"It is said that we will stay here until Zhou Xun is fully recovered." Ding Zile said, "This is a good thing for you, you don't have to cook anymore."

"What about the nurse?" Qian Cheng asked.

"Let me ask." Ding Zile said, "I should still need it, and his parents are not people who are reluctant to spend money. Besides, the old man is old, how can he not rest all day long."

"Yeah." Qian Cheng nodded, "It's okay to cook occasionally..."

"Comrade Xiaoqian," Ding Zile crossed his arms with a half-smile, "Your attitude makes my husband suspicious."

"What?" Qian Cheng turned to look at him.

"You said that you cook for other men, it's such a joy." Ding Zile complained with a smile, "Before, I didn't even know how to heat a dish."

"If you want to be jealous, just say so." Qian Cheng laughed as soon as he heard it, "Then what do you want to eat? I'll make you a bowl of wontons?"

"Since you have said so." Ding Zile fell down on the sofa, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"Okay." Qian Cheng threw the phone on the coffee table, then took the apron and tied it around his waist, "Wait a minute."

"Slow down, don't blow up the kitchen." Ding Zile warned.

"You really don't ask too much of me." Qian Cheng sighed.

Watching Qian Cheng busy in the kitchen gave Ding Zile a long-lost sense of comfort.He wasn't actually hungry, but he just wanted the other party to cook him something to eat.After all, the culinary skills that Qian Cheng honed with great difficulty are as precious as rare species, and Ding Zile feels that it is necessary for him to help others maintain it.

Qian Cheng's phone lighted up.

"Hey, you..." Ding Zile took a look, "Brother Qiu will take you flying" and asked to add you as a friend.

It's not his fault that his eyes are too good.

who?Ding Zile glanced at it, and the phone went dark.

Brother Qiu?

The phone turned on again.

"Qian Xiaocheng, how are you doing recently?"

Ouch.Ding Zile whistled in his heart.Qian Xiaocheng.What a cute name.He hasn't called Qian Cheng that way yet.

Brother Qiu took you to fly and didn't send any more messages, but it was enough for Ding Zile to fantasize.

"You called me just now?" Qian Cheng tremblingly came out of the kitchen with wontons in his hand, "Damn it, get the mat quickly."

Ding Zile took the placemat and laid it out, Qian Cheng quickly put the bowl up, "Eat it, do you want me to get you vinegar?"

"Yes." Ding Zile looked at him sincerely, "Shanxi old vinegar."

"Come on, we only have Zhenjiang vinegar at home." Qian Cheng didn't bother to ask him about it. He pinched his ears with both hands to cool off, and turned to walk to the kitchen. "Eat slowly, it will burn you to death."

Qian Cheng's handicraft is really good, Ding Zile poured half a spoonful of vinegar, and sprinkled green onion in the soup, the appearance is similar to the ones bought outside, Ding Zile casually praised.

"It's not mine." Qian Cheng took out his cell phone and lay down on the sofa, "Let's make do with it. I'll ask later..." Probably after seeing the message, the second half of the sentence was still stuck in his mouth.

"What's wrong?" Ding Zile poured another spoonful of vinegar, the soup became sour.

"I turned around and asked my sister how she made wontons." Qian Cheng glanced at him, "Have you poured out half a bottle of vinegar? How can I eat it?"

"You didn't eat?" Ding Zile pushed the bowl to him.

"Which law stipulates that you can't eat it again?" Qian Cheng put his phone aside, "I haven't tasted my own cooking..."

"Hey," Ding Zile laughed, "Didn't someone say they want to lose weight?"

"I'll cut it after the Chinese New Year." Qian Cheng sipped the soup with a sigh, "The fifteenth day of the first lunar month hasn't passed yet."

"No problem." Ding Zile nodded, "Then you save some for me. Keep the soup too."

"Your soup..." Qian Cheng took another sip, "I'm not afraid of getting sour."

"Sterilize and disinfect." Ding Zile said, "Eliminate the evil thoughts in my heart."

"Crazy." Qian Cheng glanced at him.

"Don't eat so much, hey, it's like you haven't eaten."

After drinking half a bowl of vinegar, the evil thoughts in Ding Zile's heart still persist.Who is Brother Qiu?What happened to Qian Xiaocheng?In just a few days, Qian Cheng had a branch of red apricot come out of the wall?After eating supper, Qian Cheng kept holding his mobile phone, looking at it from time to time and typing a few words. With Ding Zile's IQ, he could guess with his toes that it was the so-called Brother Qiu.

But who the hell is Brother Qiu?

Taking a sneak peek at Qian Cheng's expression, it's the same as usual, and he occasionally smiles, which shows that his IQ balance is insufficient...

Ding Zile held the book and turned a page for a long time. When Qian Cheng reluctantly put down his phone, Ding Zile quickly turned his eyes back to the book.

"'Money!' he said. 'Money is an instinct, and making money is a man's natural instinct. Whatever you do, it is for money; whatever tricks you play, it is for money, it is in your nature. A permanent thing...'"

Ding Zile smiled, it was ridiculous.

"Tomorrow night..." Qian Cheng moved closer to him and glanced at the book, "What's this about?"

"...a love story." Ding Zile turned around for a long time, his mind was full of revolving doors, and he didn't read a few words at all.

"Oh..." Qian Cheng obviously didn't care about the answer, "By the way, I'm going to have dinner with my classmates tomorrow night."