I quietly watch you play

Jiang Xiaoqi sat on the back of the chair with his long legs propped up, his arms crossed in front of him, his upper body was only a shirt, tie and suit at the foot of the bed.

Compared with the clothes and trousers that the goddess threw on the big bed after Zhou Wei entered the door, the suit and tie were placed as exhibits in the exhibition hall.

He was tall, with broad shoulders, even if he was a little thinner, he looked strong, and the slightly stretched muscles of his upper arms could be seen in the sleeves of his slim-fit shirt.

Jiang Xiaoqi was facing the big window that was said to have a good view, the curtains were open, and a faint moonlight came in and fell on his shoulders.

Zhou Wei was inexplicably reminded of the human body sculpture seen in the Florence Academy of Fine Arts. From an aesthetic point of view, the outline of this person is quite perfect... fart!

One entered the room, who didn't know what to do... Wait, Zhou Wei recognized this silhouette - Jiang Xiaoqi with a perfect posture.

"Shouldn't it be the owner of the room who asked this question?" His voice was deep and cold, like the strings of a guqin plucked in a cold pool.

Zhou Wei rolled up his collar and snorted lightly: "Master? You mean that the surname is Jiang, and even this whole house belongs to you? To be honest, I have been here since I wore open crotch pants!"

Zhou Wei sprained her lower leg, and quickly put it together again, regaining the feeling of wearing crotch pants.

"Freedom of entry and exit," Jiang Xiaoqi waved the shiny golden 2B key plate at him: "Is this a privilege for people like you?"

"Undress casually on other people's beds, casually, wear other people's clothes?"

His eyes fell on Zhou Wei's neckline unobtrusively, where it was narrowed, only a small piece of thin neck was exposed, and a golden bead, the size of a red bean, was dropped with a red thread.

Cow!What kind of person does Zhou Weixin say I am? !Why are you just lying on someone else's bed...

He grabbed his collar and lowered his head, then raised his head again, asshole!Has anyone worn this dress?No wonder it hangs by the door instead of stacked on a hanger!

Jiang Xiaoqi washed the animal at 33 degrees.

Facing the dazzling 2B, Zhou Wei scratched his head, pulling back his IQ a little bit.

He had heard about some of the strange room allocation rules of Jingwan Villa from Jiang Youting, so... this room that had no owner was allocated to Jiang Xiaoqi today?

Are you messing with him, or are you messing with me?

Jiang Xiaoqi saw that his soul was out of his body, and he raised his hand to make a Rukawa Kaede-style shot. The posture is definitely better than the shower in the bathroom just now. I am afraid that this is the only imitation show that the king can accept.

The hairs on Zhou Wei's back exploded into hedgehogs, he turned his head and glanced at the bathroom, the frosted glass partition, the outside light was not turned on, the inside was brightly lit, and he had a hazy glimpse.

I don't know how long this bastard has been watching!There is a kind of you come to Rei Ayanami——

Zhou Wei pulled up his collar to cover his face, squatted down to the ground with a stomach ache, Mud! Mud, Mud, Mud!

Jiang Xiaoqi wanted to laugh so much, he managed to choke his voice in his throat, and his shoulders shook strangely.

Originally, it was quite scary to go back to the room and find that someone had entered the room. I didn't expect that the other party would not steal, rob, or take pictures. Instead, he locked himself in the bathroom and took a bath, and he was very happy.

The slender figure with hairy edges swayed through the frosted glass, like a beautiful fish in the sound of rushing water.

Jiang Xiaoqi glanced at the littered clothes on the bed, men's, custom-made without label, size about 175, if she disguised herself as a man, this girl would be too tall... Then she looked at the bathroom... and her height and development were obviously out of proportion... ...Otherwise he will suspect that someone wants to use beauty tricks on him.

Until the people inside came out, Jiang Xiaoqi recognized at a glance that this was the one sleeping in the open air in the wooden corridor, his hair was soaked in hot water, his face was flushed red, like a dog in the water with fried hair.

Jiang Xiaoqi had been looking at him from the inside to the outside for a while, looking at him this way, he was even thinner than lying on a bed, there was really nothing to see, and his face was so tightly covered by himself.

Zhou didn't realize that the bathrobe was just put on, but now I use the collar to cover my face, I always feel that there is something else masculine on it, psychological effect, it's too awkward!

Zhou Weisheng stood up unrepentantly, and pointed to the door: "Go out first, I will change clothes."

Jiang Xiaoqi pushed his jaw, glanced at the underwear and coats flying all over the bed, meaning, you change.He wants to see what kind of tricks this person wants to play.

Zhou Wei is about to breathe fire, although Jiang Xiaoqi may not be blamed for this, it's just a fucking misunderstanding, but how can he be so hateful when viewed horizontally or vertically?

"Uncle," Zhou Wei felt that he couldn't beat him forcefully, so it's better to tear up his face and leave him disgustingly: "I don't mind if you watch me change clothes, I'm afraid that after a long time, someone will come to urge us both Let’s go to the banquet, it’s not good if I see you in your room like this.”

After he finished speaking, he wanted to vomit for a while, Jiang Xiaoqi's abstinence type would probably slam the door and scold his mother.

Jiang Xiaoqi's expression was still hidden in the backlight, and his voice was neither salty nor weak: "Oh, it's that Wang Bo who covered the clothes who came to urge you? That might really be bad for you."

"Jiang Xiaoqi, are you sick?!" If there was a chance of winning, Zhou Wei would have made a move: "Is it fun to hide in the dark and spy on others?"

Jiang Xiaoqi: "It's not as fun as it is now."

Zhou Wei: "Get out! I want to change clothes!"

Jiang Xiaoqi: "What did you call me just now? It's not big or small."

He clearly knew that the younger generations of the Jiang family were unhappy with him, and they held back their energy and wanted to find an opportunity to punish him. If they didn't dare to show their faces, they would send some gangsters with horses and sedan chairs over. If anything, it would be embarrassing for him to be an elder .

Jiang Xiaoqi is not quite sure whether the person in front of him is an accomplice or was tricked into being a gunman, but the difference is not that big, just go back and go.

Zhou Wei couldn't change his clothes, so he angrily took out the cigarette Pei Qin gave him to light.

Jiang Xiaoqi frowned.

Zhou Wei feels comfortable, as long as the other party is unhappy, he will feel happy.

Zhou Wei searched for a long time but couldn't find the lighter: "Uncle, don't you still ban smoking here?"

Jiang Xiaoqi: "I can't help it, you can go out to borrow fire and then come back to smoke." He is sure that Zhou Wei can't tear his face and run naked/running.

Zhou Wei gritted her teeth, pressed the filter between her lips, turned back into the bathroom, and without closing the door, pulled the hair dryer from the shelf, pulled out the hair dryer, and knocked it on the marble countertop a few times. The alloy casing and the decorative bolts came loose, and the protective grid was removed with a click, exposing the heating wire inside.

Zhou Wei pushed the windshield to the maximum, and the heating wire burned red in a short while.He squeezed the cigarette and inserted it obliquely to light it, turned off the fan and threw it on the countertop.

Turning around, Zhou Wei leaned against the edge of the stage, held the slender light smoke between the middle fingers of his right hand and brought it to his lips, and took a puff comfortably, the corners of his lips rose slightly as if in victory, and his eyes were smiling.

Can't light you without fire?

Jiang Xiaoqi glanced coldly at the wreckage of the blower that was scrapped just to light a cigarette, his expression became a little colder.

Zhou Wei felt that his victory was in sight, and he was about to be pissed off.

Zhou Wei simply strolled up to him, convinced that this distance would allow the smoke to choke the other party, but also prevent the other party from getting violent, and he would have no chance to escape, so he sat down on the side table with his bare feet. On a soft stool.

Outside the window with a good view is the fountain, and the sound of laughter and the sound of the piano overflowed, making the room more and more quiet.

Jiang Xiaoqi really turned his face away, he doesn't smoke, and he hates smoking when people around him smoke.

This is the case for noble sons from poor families. They will not develop any interest in wasting money and wasting life. They treat addiction/addiction/sex/items like snakes and scorpions. Smoking/drinking/gambling is a typical example.

They look down on the dandy rich second generation in their bones, and define them with more vicious words than "poor" and "turtle".

At the same time, the vast majority of them, whether they admit it or not, will be tortured by this fateful difference, why!Why!I asked when I was wearing the stars and wearing the moon, I asked when I was tossing and turning in the middle of the night——

On the contrary, the rich second generation's contempt for the noble sons of poor families is not so justifiable, unless the character is low enough to cross species.

There are many invisible rules in this world, one of which is awe and hard work, even if the other party works hard, they can't reach their height.

The envy of the scumbags towards the bullies seems to be deeply rooted in their bones, even if they are deceiving themselves like "treating money like dung", Bai Ding will always kneel in front of the big cow psychologically.

Jiang Xiaoqi undoubtedly has this admirable temperament. The School of Architecture of Danyang University ranks first in the country, the degree certificate is internationally recognized, and the admission score for the college entrance examination is higher than the hairline.

Zhou Wei felt like a big animal like him who picked up rotten equipment at birth and killed it all the way through bloody fights. Returning to the Jiang family after breaking the crown is like returning the dragon to the abyss, letting the tiger go back to the mountain, and the flames of the Shura field are rekindled. No wonder the Jiang family's waste materials To bother him is actually to be afraid of him.

Zhou Wei didn't have any sense of awe towards him, and just wanted to change back into his clothes quickly and stay away from him.

Recently, he was allergic to the word Danyang University. It was all because his grandfather caught him and vowed to keep him under his nose and let him apply for the business school of Danyang University.

Is it reasonable that the troika of a super first-class university is actually architecture, business and art?So irrelevant and not afraid of overturning?

Zhou Wei has hundreds of millions of family property to inherit, so he naturally has to study business. His grandfather set a small goal for him to be Dan University, but he is sure that his grades will definitely fail.

The two who despised each other were silent for as long as a cigarette, which was actually very embarrassing.

One was leaning against the wall in a bathrobe and smoking a cigarette, and the other was frowning and turning his face like anger and shame. No matter how you look at it, it feels like an afterthought, and it's not harmonious.

Zhou Wei was only twenty, and his smoking posture was so skillful, just like a painter holding a pen, not a pose.Jiang Xiaoqi's expression turned ugly.

Zhou Wei was too lazy to consume any more, and pressed the cigarette butt to the corner of the table: "Look at it if you want, don't blink."

He jumped off the chair, picked up the clothes he threw away one by one, and then turned his back and put on his underwear and trousers. There was nothing to be ashamed about.

Zhou Wei hunched over and worked for a long time to untie the knot, the snow-white bathrobe came off with a splash, revealing a piece of porcelain white back, thin skin covering the undulating ridges, a pair of clear and beautiful butterfly bones, a thin waist, shallow His waist is half hidden in the belt.

Zhou Wei quickly put on his shirt.

Jiang Xiaoqi suddenly looked away, feeling that his throat was a little dry, and suppressed a cough.The temperature in the room suddenly rose, and he was stuffy. He picked up his coat and threw it over his shoulder, and strode towards the door.

"Uncle, don't you watch?"

"I've seen everything I need to see."

Jiang Xiaoqi walked to the door in a few steps, opened the door, and four pairs of eyes swept over him.

Pei Qin probed in: "Mo?"

Zhou Wei shook his hand and buttoned a wrong button.He wanted to make a wish on the moon that the soundproofing hadn't been cut short when the house was built.

The housekeeper scratched the waiter who handed out the keys with his eyes, and the latter would just bow down and be sorry.

"Mr. Jiang, I'm really sorry!" The housekeeper said in a deep voice: "Xiao Li has just changed shifts, I don't know that this room has already been given to you, that Young Master Zhou—"

"It's okay," Jiang Xiaoqi interrupted him: "We get along well."

"Uncle, it's time for the banquet. Grandpa asked me to call you." Jiang Youting didn't look like Pei Qin, with a warm smile, respectful but not too warm, and the temperature was just comfortable.

The grandfather he mentioned did not refer to his own deceased grandfather, but Jiang Bochang, the second grandfather who was in charge of the family.My grandpa died young, and that branch relied on Jiang Baichang's care.

Jiang Xiaoqi calmly accepted the olive branch from his nephew who was one year older than himself, and followed him out, bumping Pei Qin's shoulder intentionally or unintentionally.

"This kind of thing is not an example."

The butler hurriedly wiped off his sweat and nodded, "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," he said, and directed Pei Ershao, who had leaned halfway into the door, to lead out.

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"Are you okay?" Pei Qin saw that Zhou Wei's face was gloomy, and his half-length wet hair didn't even grasp the shape: "He bullied you?"

Zhou Wei took out a rubber band, randomly gathered it up and tied it in the back of his head, with broken hair hanging down his cheeks, with a very artistic temperament.

"Bully me? It's fine if I don't bully him!"

The tables and noodles by the pool are all set up, and there are more than ten tables facing the water, all kinds of shrimp and crab snacks.

The people in power at the main table are already greeting each other, and the protagonist Jiang Xiaoqi is also standing there for people to visit.

The other protagonist, Jiang Yunian, was led around and went to the small table in the corridor, accompanied by familiar servants, fearing that the noise of the crowd would irritate him.

Zhou Wei and the two of them came late and no one noticed, and Yishi's mouth was weak and his stomach was weak, so he didn't like the crab feast.

Zhou Wei went directly to the corridor, pulled out a tissue, drew a fat rabbit with long ears on it with a crab stick dipped in ginger vinegar, and handed it to Jiang Yunian.

The boy who had a tense and blank expression stared at the rabbit for a while, then raised his head and smiled at Zhou Wei, and the escort breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhou Wei just sat down at the small table, took out a few more sheets of paper and handed them to Yunian. Jiang Yunian imitated him to draw on paper towels with sauce and vinegar, which probably consumed the entire dinner.

Pei Qin peeled the crabs, knocked and smashed them, and soon ran out of patience. A plate of hairy crabs was dismembered by him, and he didn't eat a few bites of meat.

He changed hands to harm the pipa shrimps, and threw them into Zhou Wei's bowl: "The crabs are too cold, eat this to warm your stomach, or let the kitchen make porridge for you?"

"I came all the way to Jiang's house for porridge?" Zhou Wei used crab scissors to cut off the crab claws and legs, and changed the crab fork to pick out the crab roe and crab meat inside and put them on Yu Nian's plate.His hands were steady, as if he was doing manual work, all the meat was peeled off, and the crab shells could be put back together.

Pei Qin was sour on him: "You look a lot like your father in this respect."

"What's so good about being like him? I have been forced by the old man for half my life." Zhou Wei peeled a little, and Yu Nian ate a little, and then continued to paint.

Zhou Wei was afraid that he would get upset if he ate too much, so he stopped.

Pei Qin held the prawn tail in his mouth: "This time I'm forcing you, Uncle Zhou is in his prime."

"I'm just mud that can't support the wall." Zhou Wei's self-assessment is very objective: "It's useless for him to force me."

"Hey——" Pei Qin dragged his feet: "What kind of dog world is this! Some people can't ask for it, and some people don't want it!"

He looked at Jiang Xiaoqi in the distance, and by chance Jiang Xiaoqi also turned his head to look over.Pei Qin was addicted to his mouth: "Tuhao." The accent came first.

Zhou Wei raised the paper towel in his hand to show him, on which Jiang Xiaoqi's face was drawn, the outline of the facial features blurred by Jiang vinegar on the paper was quite similar, but the figure was wearing a turban on his head and wearing an Arabian robe. The style of the prince of Dubai, quite a local tyrant.

Hahahaha...the two laughed together.

The author has something to say:

Jiang Xiaoqi: A local tyrant in Dubai?Want to see what's inside the robe?

Zhou Wei: I promise not to blink.

Local tyrants and small lovers, take care of the ball~