Today, the Foolish Scum Gong Screwed Me Over Again

Qiu Yanzhi and He Zhou quickly got busy.

Since the project at hand involves cooperation with several German companies, the two went out of the country three times in just two weeks.

He Zhou originally thought that it would be difficult for Qiu Yanzhi to do translation for the first time, but who knows that Qiu Yanzhi is very proficient in business and procedures, but he is not a novice at all.

He Zhou became curious about Qiu Yanzhi's original life. One night, before going to bed, He Zhou asked Qiu Yanzhi what he did before he crossed over.

Qiu Yanzhi replied that he was also an interpreter.

He Zhou originally wanted to ask more, about his family, about his life, about his close relatives and friends, he wanted to know more about Qiu Yan.

But before He Zhou could open his mouth, he realized that Qiu Yanzhi had already fallen into a deep sleep, his eyes were bruised.

...He was really exhausted during this time.

He Zhou stroked his slightly tired face with some distress, turned off the night light, lay down beside him, and fell asleep.

When they came out of the airport for the last time, both of them were so tired that they couldn't bear it.

The black car slowly drove away from Airport Road, and the driver said, "Mr. He..."

"Hush." ​​He Zhou interrupted him, "Keep your voice down."

The driver looked up at the rearview mirror and found that Qiu Yanzhi's head was nodding, as if he was asleep.

The driver lowered his voice and asked.

"...Send Mr. Qiu home first like before?"

He Zhou carefully leaned Qiu Yanzhi's head on his shoulder, and said softly, "Go to my house."

After arriving home, Qiu Yanzhi had already fallen into a deeper sleep.

He Zhou carefully carried him off the car and carried him all the way back to his room.

He Zhou put Qiu Yanzhi on the bed, helped him take off his coat, and covered him with a quilt.

Qiu Yanzhi was in a deep sleep. Even after being hugged and tossed for such a long distance, he didn't wake up at all. He only uttered some slight ravings, turned over, and fell into a deep sleep.

He Zhou looked at his appearance, smiled, and reached out to pinch the corner of the quilt for him.

At night, Qiu Yanzhi woke up again in a daze. He looked sleepily at He Zhou beside him, then closed his eyes again, and leaned in He Zhou's direction.

"Qiu Yanzhi." He Zhou asked in a low voice, "Can you move here?"

Qiu Yanzhi closed his eyes and hummed.

Then he was embraced by He Zhou, kissed his forehead, and gently embraced him in his arms.

When Qiu Yanzhi woke up, it was one o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun was shining.

He stretched, pulled on his slippers and went to the bathroom.

With his eyes half-opened and half-closed, he brushed his teeth with a toothbrush, and found something was wrong when he brushed halfway.

Wait a moment.

Where is he now?

——It was at He Zhou's house.

Then why is he wearing his own slippers with his own toothbrush and his own toothpaste?And this electric toothbrush was a new one he bought last week, and the toothbrush's wireless charging stand is a super cute little yellow duck!

After Qiu Yanzhi quickly washed up, he pushed the bathroom and walked out.

Then he found his pajamas in He Zhou's bedroom, his potted plants on He Zhou's balcony, and even his own clownfish in He Zhou's fish tank.

Qiu Yanzhi's mind froze, and he suddenly remembered that he heard He Zhou ask him last night if he wanted to move here.

...So it wasn't a dream.

The action is pretty fast.

Qiu Yanzhi quickly accepted it calmly. He rubbed his belly, walked to the dining room, and took out a carton of milk from the refrigerator.

"Qiu Yanzhi." A resentful voice suddenly sounded, it was Da Huang, "You haven't called me out for a long time."

Qiu Yanzhi glanced at Da Huang: "I'm too busy these days."

Rhubarb rolled on the table: "I'm so bored during this time, no one can see me except you, no one can chat with me."

Qiu Yanzhi said: "Then how did you live during the three years when I didn't enter the game?"

Da Huang lowered his head: "...for those three years, I suffered every day."

Da Huang didn't seem to want to continue this topic, he flew around He Zhou's house, and then said: "Are you really not trying to go out anymore? Live together, and then...then you are going to marry him, and just live your whole life like this?"

Qiu Yanzhi paused for a moment, then lowered his eyes: "So what if you just live a life like this? Why, I won't spend money to buy cards in the future, and I won't follow the game progress to make you unhappy." gone?"

"How can you be unhappy because of this?" Da Huang frowned, "As an intelligent auxiliary tool, it is my duty to let players have fun in the game world."

Rhubarb paused, then flew to Qiu Yanzhi again:

"Qiu Yanzhi, does this situation make you happy now?"

As soon as Qiu Yanzhi closed the refrigerator door, he found a post-it note on the refrigerator door.

"I don't know when you will wake up. The food is in the microwave. If you don't like it, ask Aunt Zhang to make it for you. Also, don't drink milk directly from the refrigerator. There is a box of normal temperature milk on the dining table."

He Zhou's handwriting is very beautiful, vigorous and powerful. Qiu Yanzhi can almost imagine how serious He Zhou wrote these two or three sentences.

Qiu Yanzhi couldn't help but curled his lips. He glanced at the cold milk in his hand, and put it back in the refrigerator.

Then he tore off the post-it note from the refrigerator, folded it and put it in the interlayer of the phone case.

"Very happy."

Qiu Yanzhi said with a smile.

Qiu Yanzhi knew what Rhubarb was trying to say.

After all, this is still a game, and He Zhou is still an NPC after all.

The world he faces and the people he sees are nothing but fictitious data.

Qiu Yanzhi understands what Rhubarb means, and also understands Rhubarb's worry.

Qiu Yanzhi admitted that he was lonely.

Qiu Yanzhi admitted that his real life is not as good as a game.

Qiu Yanzhi admitted that he was a poor guy who got warmth from the game.

But he also admitted that he was greedy for the false warmth and beauty of the moment.

As for whether he should withdraw and leave, whether he should treat all his emotions rationally, and whether he should draw the line between human and NPC.

That's what philosophers should think about.

He, Qiu Yanzhi, is a short-sighted, mediocre mortal, he thinks this is good, he is willing to be drunk, he is willing to indulge in it, he is willing to be trapped in this game, he is willing to deceive himself, and this group of people who seem to be real Data lives a lifetime.

When did you get bored, tired, and wake up.

When he felt that the life this game had created for him began to make him dull.

It's not too late for him to find a way out of this game again.

After the project was successfully won, the company held a celebration banquet.

It is also the largest KTV in the area, and He Zhou directly booked the largest luxury room on the top floor. When the lights are turned on and the music is turned on, the atmosphere is gradually enhanced.

Everyone originally thought that Mr. He's participation would make everyone reluctant to let go, but they were completely overwhelmed.

Ever since Qiu Yanzhi appeared, He Zhou's eyes never stayed on other people.

Qiu Yanzhi was also very tired some time ago, and he came here to relax, drank some wine, took advantage of the drunkenness, became more and more indulgent, sang several songs with the microphone, and finally was coaxed to sing another song Sweet and greasy little love song.

Qiu Yanzhi took the microphone and walked slowly towards He Zhou from the high platform. His voice was clear and pleasant, and the bright lights hit his eyes, as if they were sprinkled with broken diamonds. He walked towards He Zhou step by step like this. As Zhou walked, his eyes were always shining with a smile.

He took He Zhou's hand, smiled and sang the last confession-like lyrics.

Everyone booed and shouted to kiss them.

Qiu Yanzhi was afraid that he had drunk too much wine and lost his mind. Looking at He Zhou's dark and beautiful eyes, he suddenly threw the microphone in his hand, pushed He Zhou down on the sofa, and kissed him forcefully. up.

He Zhou was taken aback by the sudden movement.

People behind him screamed and cheered.

Qiu Yanzhi pressed He Zhou under him, closed his eyes and kissed more delicately.

After the kiss was over, Qiu Yanzhi looked at He Zhou's reddened ear tips, leaned over to He Zhou's ear, and giggled: "Are you shy..."

He Zhou's ears turned red, but he pursed his lips and said, "I didn't, you're drunk."

Qiu Yanzhi stood up, perhaps because of the alcohol, his eyes were astonishingly bright, he took He Zhou's hand and said, "You're shy...then we...we'll hide."

Then Qiu Yanzhi pulled He Zhou away from the crowd and ran to the empty corridor.

"There's no one here now." Qiu Yanzhi looked up at He Zhou and smiled, his eyebrows were crooked, and his eyes were as bright as stars.

Then he closed his eyes and raised his head, curling the corners of his lips: "You can kiss me now."

He Zhou choked for breath, his eyes darkened.

"kiss Me."

Qiu Yanzhi raised his head higher.

He Zhou suddenly grabbed Qiu Yanzhi's waist, pressed his back against the wall, and kissed him deeply.His strength deepened inch by inch, as if he wanted to completely capture Qiu Yanzhi.

Qiu Yanzhi hooked his arms around He Zhou's neck, catering to the kiss.

Qiu Yanzhi's lips and teeth were filled with the mellow aroma of wine, and He Zhou almost became drunk.

After the long, almost hypoxic kiss was over, he still held Qiu Yanzhi reluctantly, and the thin kisses landed on his lips, cheeks, and forehead. He Zhou kissed again and again, dumbfounded. Throat asked: "Do you like me?"

Qiu Yanzhi blinked his eyes, his sanity was a little unclear, and he said stupidly: "I like it."

He Zhou became more and more satisfied, and hugged and kissed him for a long time, unwilling to leave anyway, as if to make sure of something, he asked again: "When did you like me?"

"...I fell in love with you at first sight."

He Zhou lowered his head, pressed his forehead against Qiu Yanzhi, and smiled softly: "Really?"

"Really." Qiu Yanzhi nodded foolishly.

He Zhou asked again: "Then what do you like about me?"

Qiu Yanzhi smiled silly: "I like you, I like you like a little trash."

He Zhou was stunned for a moment, then he couldn't help laughing: "Qiu Yanzhi, don't curse."

Qiu Yanzhi shook his head, and said aggrievedly, "I didn't scold anyone."

He Zhou pinched the tip of his nose with a smile: "I didn't scold anyone, why do you say I'm like a little trash."

Qiu Yanzhi opened his eyes and looked at him blankly.

"But you are just like a little trash..."

Qiu Yanzhi stretched out his hand, and traced He Zhou's eyebrows bit by bit.

"Your eyes are like him, and your eyebrows are like him..."

He Zhou's smile slowly froze on his face.

Qiu Yanzhi didn't realize what happened at all, he put his fingertips on He Zhou's mouth, and said with a happy smile, "...the mouth is also very similar to him!"

Qiu Yanzhi was stunned for a moment, and said, "He Zhou, why don't you smile?"

He put his fingers on He Zhou's lips, drew his outline, and blinked his eyes: "...you look like him the most when you smile."

He Zhou froze in place, only felt a gust of draft blowing, passing through every pore in his skin and every crevice in his bones, soaking the cold into his blood.

He looked at the smile on Qiu Yanzhi's face, he looked at Qiu Yanzhi's black and white eyes, he looked at Qiu Yanzhi's eyes that could always easily be filled with sincerity and affection.

He opened his mouth in a daze, and let out a pale, meaningless question.

"Qiu Yanzhi, who is the little trash?"

Qiu Yanzhi leaned forward and kissed He Zhou's lips quickly, with a bright and bright smile in his eyes.

"It's the best and most beautiful Qin He in the world!"