How to turn back my best friend who covets me [Rebirth]

"No, Mom, Rourou, don't get me wrong!"

"An'an has also reached the age when she has someone she admires. The time flies by." Li Hualian had mixed feelings when her son grew up.

"Xiaoya, tell me secretly, who is An An's sweetheart?"

"In a booklet, it's a beautiful sister!"

"No, Rourou, don't pretend that I don't exist, and Xiaoya, beautiful can't be used to describe boys."

Li Hualian and Wen Xinrou were surprised again.

Wen Zhiqing helplessly raised her forehead, "I mean, Xiaoya saw it in my classmate record. The one on it was a boy, not a girl, and it wasn't her so-called sweetheart."

The younger sister's head left by Qi Shaoshi gave him a kind of indistinguishable handsomeness of a young man, but his eyebrows and eyes were a little sharp, and ordinary people couldn't hold it.

"Oh, that's Xiaoya's mistake." Wen Xinrou was dubious, and exchanged a knowing look with Li Hualian.

"Xiaoya, I tell you to watch less soapy TV series and more cartoons. You see, this is a misunderstanding of An An. How could An An have a girlfriend?"

What Wen Xinrou meant was to tease Wen Zhiqing's insensitive feelings between men and women. It's not that there are no girls who like Wen Zhiqing, but they were all bounced back by his equal and indiscriminate treatment.

"Oh." Wen Xiaoya answered in a daze.

Wen Zhiqing: "I...!" Wen Zhiqing had nothing to say.There is no girlfriend, but there must be a boyfriend in the future.

Wen Xiaoya went in and out of his room to look for things every day, and she didn't know when she saw the classmate book in the drawer of his desk, which was given to him by Master Qi before returning home.

Anyone who saw the blessings on his classmate book would probably misunderstand it, and it's no wonder Wen Xiaoya thought so.

May God cares for me as it cares for you. May the blessings given to me by family, friends, relatives, strangers, and people in the world be on you. May you be free from illness, worry, invasion and disturbance. May my life and good luck , glory, and soul are all shared with you.

May your life be full of starlight when you look up, and bright sun at all seasons. I wish you, my dear friend.

The last sentence of "best friend" is completely without 300 taels of silver here, so I don't ask for it.

How could this kind of blessing be given to ordinary friends?

After he got this classmate book in his previous life, he hoped that every page would record information about Master Qi, such as height, weight, and hobbies. Once Master Qi celebrated his birthday, he would update it and ask Master Qi for a photo. , and there will be a blessing from him at the end.

He cherishes Master Qi as a friend, thinking that when his hair turns gray, he can forward this classmate book to Master Qi as a testimony of their friendship.

If someone tells him that the relationship between you two is not equal at all and you cannot be friends, he can proudly throw this classmate book in front of them. Look, we have been friends for so many years. What is impossible?

And in this life, he only hoped not to be interrupted on page No.12 again.

As the night grew darker, Wen Zhiqing lay on the table, staring at that certificate for a long time.

The smile became more and more gentle, and the mood was turbulent. Wen Zhiqing wrote a new poem under the blessing on the first page:

I have someone in my heart,

Langyan is unique, unique in the world,

I wish him good luck and good health,

Willing to exchange everything.

The days passed day by day, day and night.

Wen Zhiqing is now writing manuscripts for newspapers and magazines. She doesn't have the reputation of her previous life, and she doesn't have the generous treatment she used to have. Each article costs 81 yuan, and the money is too slow. The serialization of the novel has a good response on the Internet, but it is also a long project.

Locked in the room, Wen Zhiqing sat in front of the computer for a whole day, mobilizing all his brain cells to study stock market and fund investment.

With the knowledge of financial management given to him by Master Qi in his previous life, he dared to invest all his wealth in the big dye vat of the stock market. He really had a decisive side in his bones.

The person who often came in without knocking to disturb Wen Zhiqing was Wen Xiaoya.

She is also a ghost, and she will not ask Wen Zhiqing to play with her, but just stay in the room silently and play with herself, and complain like aggrieved from time to time, "An'an, I'm so boring."

Wen Zhiqing looked at the screen. It was a critical moment, and he really couldn't get away. "Wait for me a little longer, okay? I'm free in the afternoon, so I will definitely play backgammon with you."

Wen Xiaoya hugged a set of chess pieces and said nothing, her legs were dangling by the bed.

She is often sent upstairs by Wen Xinrou and Li Hualian, called to disturb, in fact to let Wen Zhiqing relax for a while, but occasionally she is a little selfish, isn't she?

Wen Xinrou came in with a plate of cut fruits, "Ning Ning, you agreed not to disturb An An, An An has to earn money for us to buy milk candy for you, and I will send you to school in the future."

The Wen family has never given up on providing Wen Xiaoya with a better education, and Jiangcheng has a school that suits her.

"Oh." Wen Xiaoya responded with a long and long tone, and jumped off the bed to leave.

Wen Zhiqing took the fruit plate, fed her a piece of apple, she was happy, and ran downstairs to play with friends in the village.

Wen Xinrou glanced at the computer on the desk, turned around and went out.

Seeing Wen Zhiqing's posture, she won't have to go to No. [-] Middle School for make-up classes in August. Maybe they can really move to Jiangcheng before school starts in September.

Then she has to work hard to earn money, and it just so happens that she can spare time to run a summer cram school with Li Hualian.

At lunch time, Wen Zhiqing stretched his stiff body and opened the door to go out. There was a strong cool breeze between the sky and the earth, swarms of dragonflies flew low in the yard, and the misty rain among the mountains in the distance was a sign of the onset of wind and rain.

"It's raining! It's going to rain!" Wen Xiaoya cheered excitedly in the yard after the severe heat that lasted for more than a month suddenly turned into rain after a long drought.

Wen Zhiqing returned to the room, poured out the waste manuscript paper in the wastebasket, and folded it into many beautiful paper airplanes.

The white paper airplane and the red dragonfly were flying together in the yard, Wen Xiaoya didn't know which one she was chasing, she just shouted: "Fly! I want to fly!"

Wen Zhiqing was lying on the balcony fence, looking out over the mountains. The rolling mountains almost surrounded his hometown into an iron barrel, but there was always something that could break through these shackles, and he would be able to walk out of this mountain one day.

The paper flew lightly and was blown out of the window by a sudden strong wind. Master Qi reached out to reach for it, but found that the ink had stained his index finger.

This is absolutely unbearable for a clean freak, but he just discovered it.

He also copied a copybook from a summer vacation, which is stupid enough.

With his hands in his pockets, Chu Feng just walked under the balcony window on the second floor when a piece of paper fell in front of him.

Usually he is not interested in picking it up and looking at it, and he finds it laborious to bend down, but this is Master Qi's place...

"Don't look around, Chu Feng!"

"Hey," Chu Feng raised his head and shook the paper in Master Qi's hand, "Why are you being stingy, young commander, what else can you hide?"

He lowered his head and took a closer look, only to see a few words before being snatched away by Wu Hao who came out of nowhere.

"The young master said, don't look around."

"Hmph, what a good slave of the young marshal." A dog slave, Chu Feng sneered with his back molars.

Wu Hao didn't care about his insult at all, and ran away silently.

This kind of ignoring response was the highest level, and Chu Feng was so angry that he walked around a few times before sitting down by the flower bed, and he didn't bother to go upstairs.

"Hey, young commander, let's go out for a walk! I've been nested for a summer vacation, it's time to move!"

"Not interested." Qi Shaoshi put down three words, and closed the window unceremoniously.

Does this mean to thank guests behind closed doors?

"Crap!" Chu Feng cursed secretly, if he hadn't had the task of urging Master Qi to go out regularly, who would want to deal with a freak like Master Qi, who was withdrawn, dull and boring.

"Short and no vulgar rhyme, sex...sex loves Qiushan?! I should read it right, huh?" Chu Feng shook his head and recited the poem. He, a scumbag, shouldn't have memorized it wrong, right?

The window on the second floor was opened again, Master Qi stood with his arms folded on the indoor balcony, coldly looking down at Chu Feng below.

"Hey! Lu Jiuyang and Mi Zixia are also here, just outside the gate. If you don't come out with me, they will drive in. It just so happens that your yard is big enough, very, very suitable for racing."

Chu Feng can be said to be handy in playing scoundrels.

There is a bustling street in the center of Jiangcheng City, where there are various bars and nightclubs. Chu Feng, Lu Jiuyang and others used to be regular customers here when they were most rebellious.

Shen Jin Chu Feng is full of enthusiasm, full of enthusiasm and has nowhere to rest, and even set up a music bar under the instigation of Mi Zixia, and formed a team by himself to be a resident band, and once wanted to pull Master Qi to be a keyboard player.

Qi Shaoshi immediately said that he only knows how to play the piano, but he has little talent and learning, so he is not competent.

It didn't take long for the enthusiasm of the few of them to subside, and Chu Feng decided to give the bar to someone else.

With him as a casual big patron, it is taken for granted that this bar is confident and willful, and its business hours are from [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] am.

It was only after five o'clock in the afternoon, when Master Qi came in with Chu Feng and the others, the store was deserted, there were not many people, only one band was tuning and auditioning.

After receiving the report, the manager rubbed his hands and came out to greet these little ancestors. Chu Feng bluntly raised his hand to stop him from talking nonsense.

Like Lu Jiuyang and the others, he couldn't help but be attracted by the songs on the stage, and listened carefully for a while, "Not bad."

The manager immediately burst into a smile, flattered, "This is a singer we hired with a high salary. He specializes in folk songs. Of course, other styles can also be tried. There is nothing professional..."

Lu Jiuyang and Mi Zixia hooked their shoulders and giggled, "The commander-in-chief said that this song and its lyrics are not bad." Where did he think of it?

The melody contains vicissitudes of agitation in its plainness, and the lyrics are quite rebellious.

The usual high-profile people sat quietly in the booth in the corner this time, without disturbing the performance on the stage.

The long-haired lead singer held the microphone and sang very professionally, until the melody part at the end destroyed the completion of the whole song.

The lead singer is obviously a bad-tempered person, he threw the microphone angrily, and scolded the "mouse shit" drummer, "Can you play! If you can't beat the drum set, go back to your mother's womb to practice again, don't waste it here Our time, are you daydreaming this afternoon!?"

Chu Feng and the others on the side of the booth were disappointed, and their faces suddenly became scary.

The manager hurriedly found an excuse to explain in a low voice, and winked and asked the waiter to pass the message.

A person stood up one step earlier from the seat below the stage, jumped onto the stage with long legs, and comforted both parties with a few words.

Chu Feng, who was lazily leaning on the back of the sofa, glanced at Young Master Qi who was seated solemnly opposite him, raised his hand to point to the manager, and then pointed to the person on the stage, "Let him sing."

"He is here to sell songs. He wrote the song just now, but he can't sing... ah..." The voice gradually weakened.

The manager definitely didn't mean to underestimate people, he was just afraid that this group of little ancestors would take a fancy to someone and want to punish him, and cause some troubles.

Lu Jiuyang and Mi Zixia next to each other glanced at each other, silently scrutinizing Shaoshi Qi's expression on the opposite side.

That's the person who came out with him in front of them two months ago, no one's reaction is outrageous! ?

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The romance of the literati, in fact, has no side when it comes to coquettishness. Isn’t there a saying about literati and poets?hey-hey(?﹃??)

Silently helping my little friend recommend romance essays: "Have you picked up the male lead today [Quick Transmigration]" by Qin An

I really want her to break a hundred!

It’s almost over and the pain of not being able to enter V is too uncomfortable, Yun Bei (︶︿︶)=convex