Today, the Foolish Scum Gong Screwed Me Over Again

Fortunately, Qiu Yanzhi's brain reacted quickly.

Seeing He Zhou, he immediately introduced with a smile: "Sister Nurse, this is my husband. We just got married yesterday, aren't we handsome?"

The little nurse felt embarrassed when she saw He Zhou, but when she saw what Qiu Yanzhi said, she immediately echoed, "Yeah, you are quite handsome, you look a good match, I wish you a happy wedding!"

After the little nurse changed Qiu Yanzhi's medicine, she quickly left.

He Zhou glanced at Qiu Yanzhi, and said in a flat tone, "I didn't see you being so glib before."

Qiu Yanzhi smiled and said, "I'm very happy, Mr. He is finally willing to start getting to know me."

He Zhou looked at Qiu Yanzhi's smiling eyes, and unconsciously looked away.

Why is everything this person says so... nasty.

After staying in the hospital for a few days, Qiu Yan insisted on going home to recuperate.

Not for anything else.

He just wanted to live with He Zhou and Meng Qikang.

One is simply to make the game more exciting.

The second is to see how far these two people have developed.

And, can He Zhou still want him?

To be honest, even if Qiu Yanzhi liked He Zhou's face, he still couldn't accept sharing a man with others.

Even if it's just in the game.

However, since he was injured, He Zhou's attitude towards him has eased a lot. If this situation continues, He Zhou's role should still be a good strategy.

however.

This kind of thought was shattered the first day Qiu Yanzhi came home.

Qiu Yanzhi didn't discuss with He Zhou about being discharged from the hospital.

So much so that when He Zhou came back from get off work, he was taken aback when he saw Qiu Yanzhi sitting at the dining table.

He frowned slightly: "Why are you back?"

"I don't like the smell of the hospital, so I decided to rest at home." Qiu Yanzhi glanced at the abundant dishes in front of him, looked up at He Zhou, and said with a smile, "Would you like to have dinner together?"

"No, I ate outside." He Zhou took off his coat and hung it on the hanger.He turned around and was about to say something more when his eyes suddenly froze.

Meng Qikang was coming out of the kitchen.

Wearing an apron, he put a bowl of hot soup on the table in front of Qiu Yanzhi.

"Brother Qi Kang?" He Zhou was taken aback for a moment, "Why are you here?"

Meng Qikang seemed to be tired, pressed his wrist, and said in a gentle voice: "It is said that I am recuperating at home and still need nursing care. I happen to be a doctor, so I came here to help."

He Zhou frowned when he heard this, "Did you cook all these meals?"

"Huh? I..." Meng Qikang was interrupted by He Zhou before he could finish speaking.

He Zhou took two quick steps, stretched out his hand to hold his arm, and turned his wrist over.

There was a small spot on the inside of Meng Qikang's white wrist, which was red from the heat.

Meng Qikang glanced at Qiu Yanzhi, who was staring at them, feeling a little uncomfortable. He wanted to pull his hand away, but he couldn't move: "...the soup is too hot...but it's not serious, you Let go, let go..."

Without saying a word, He Zhou dragged him to the bathroom and rinsed his wrist with cold water, then pushed him on the seat, took the medical kit, and carefully applied the ointment for Meng Qikang's burn.

He did these things for more than half an hour, without even looking at Qiu Yanzhi, until he helped Meng Qikang apply the ointment, then he looked at Qiu Yanzhi with a cold tone: "Qiu Yanzhi, come here, I have something to say to you .”

Qiu Yanzhi put down his chopsticks, and said with a half-smile, "Speak, I'm listening."

He Zhou held Qiu Yanzhi's wrist tightly, and almost compulsively pulled him to the room on the second floor. He walked so fast that Qiu Yanzhi staggered a little behind.

When He Zhou let go of his hand, Qiu Yanzhi's wrist had vivid fingerprints.

Since the sunset light incident, Qiu Yanzhi has reduced his pain by 70% on weekdays in order to prevent accidents. Even so, he still feels pain in his wrist.

He Zhou slammed the door shut.

His eyes were fixed on Qiu Yanzhi, and his tone was cold: "What exactly do you want?"

Qiu Yanzhi lowered his eyelids, and his voice was cold and calm: "Don't you like him? I thought you liked him very much and would be happy to see him."

He Zhou: "He is not your servant, he has no obligation to take care of you, and he has no obligation to cook for you."

Qiu Yanzhi: "Does it hurt? Or are you blaming me for putting him in the kitchen instead of your bed?"

He Zhou's face turned blue with anger, he gritted his teeth and said, "I think you are sick. I will send him away now, and you are not allowed to contact him again."

Qiu Yanzhi's tone was steady: "Are you sending him away and returning him? Are you going to sleep with him tonight?"

He Zhou stared at Qiu Yanzhi coldly for a while before saying, "It has nothing to do with you."

Qiu Yanzhi closed his eyes, and in the end he maintained his role setting, his voice was difficult: "Don't go. Don't stay with him tonight... Please."

He was answered by a loud slam of the door.

There was a moment of silence in the room.

Qiu Yanzhi let out a long sigh.

He fell back on the big bed.

Rhubarb flapped its wings and appeared in front of him again.

It hesitated for a while before saying: "You are in a strange state today..."

Qiu Yanzhi lit a cigarette and inhaled lightly.

The smoke dissipated slowly.

Qiu Yanzhi closed his eyes tiredly, and his voice was a bit ethereal: "Rhubarb."

"When I helped He Zhou block the chandelier, I was so fucking hurt."

"When I was about to faint from the pain, there was only one thought in my mind."

"I have suffered so much, I must get He Zhou, otherwise I will suffer a lot."

"So now that I see He Zhou still acting like this, I feel really annoyed."

Da Huang tilted his head and thought for a while, then suddenly said: "I see, just like what the little prince said, it is because you spend a lot of time on your roses that your roses become so important. He Zhou is you you love that rose of yours."

Qiu Yanzhi was in a bad mood at first, but when he heard what Da Huang said, he almost laughed out of anger, and he put out the remaining half of his cigarette in the ashtray: "Love your mother, He Zhou is not a real person, I have not yet Crazy."

Da Huang said: "What's the matter if you're not a real person? If you're not a real person, you don't deserve to be liked, you know? We game developers have said that our main game is to arouse people's passion for love, so that everyone can Have an unforgettable and wonderful love experience. Our game is so realistic, and He Zhou is so good, maybe you will really fall in love with him in the future."

Qiu Yanzhi stretched, sat up from the bed, and walked out the door, thinking of Rhubarb's naive remarks, he couldn't help laughing: "Come on, I don't like dogs even if I like him. "

Meng Qikang was sitting at the dining table in a daze. Hearing footsteps, he stood up and turned around to look. He saw that only He Zhou had come down. He couldn't help asking, "Where is Yanzhi?"

He Zhou didn't answer, and said to Meng Qikang: "You eat first. After eating, I will take you back."

Meng Qikang hesitated for a moment, and said to He Zhou, "I can actually take care of Yanzhi here."

"I can't." He Zhou put his hand on Meng Qikang's shoulder and pushed him down on the seat, "You eat first."

How could Meng Qikang eat well? He ate some quickly and carelessly, but almost choked. He hurriedly took the soup bowl to drink the soup, but just after taking a sip, his whole face wrinkled with heat.

He Zhou poured him a glass of water, handed it to him, and said softly, "Eat slowly, don't worry."

Meng Qikang took the water and drank it in one gulp, only then did he feel better.

"I knew I wouldn't heat the soup just now." Meng Qikang was scalded just now, and now his tongue still hurts.

He Zhou froze for a moment: "Heat it?"

Meng Qikang took a paper towel and wiped his mouth: "The maid cooked the meal early, and the food was cold because you didn't start it all the time. I thought that the soup should at least not be cold, so I made it myself." It is recommended to take it and heat it up."

He Zhou was slightly taken aback.

... It turned out that Qi Kangge was not cooked by Qiu Yanzhi's subordinate.

He looked up upstairs.

Just in time, I saw Qiu Yanzhi standing by the handrail on the second floor, staring fixedly at his hand taking Meng Qikang's water glass.

Then Qiu Yanzhi's eyes slowly moved to He Zhou's face, when the two people's eyes met, Qiu Yanzhi turned around and slammed the door.

When He Zhou sent Meng Qikang out, he found that it was raining again.

The night was dark, and the pattering raindrops fell on the ground, splashing groups of bright white light circles.

The sound is also nice.

Tick-tick constituted the only sound between the two.

"...Yanzhi seems to like you very much."

Meng Qikang said suddenly.

He Zhou paused when he fastened his seat belt.

Then he lowered his eyebrows and buckled his seat belt with a snap: "It has nothing to do with me."

Meng Qikang looked out the window: "Then why did you marry him?"

"If I don't marry him..." He Zhou paused, looked at Meng Qikang, "I propose to you, will you agree?"

Meng Qikang was stunned.

He opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

He Zhou looked at the road ahead, stepped on the accelerator, and accelerated.

He Zhou has liked Meng Qikang since he was a child.

But Meng Qikang didn't like him.

But this is not the main reason why he married Qiu Yanzhi.

same.

The company needed funds and was "caught in bed" by the elders.

Nor was it the main reason why he married Qiu Yanzhi.

Ever since Qiu Yanzhi appeared.

He did a lot of things that he couldn't help himself, and he also made many decisions with unknown motives.

Most of the behaviors are like walking on the road and suddenly picking up a leaf, which is inexplicable and reasonable.

It's as if... is being controlled.

This made him loathe Qiu Yanzhi even more.

The dislike for Qiu Yanzhi was clearly a foregone conclusion from the first meeting.

But when he thought of the blood on Qiu Yanzhi's head when the chandelier fell down, and the cold eyes of the man standing on the second floor just now.

He Zhou felt more and more upset.

He pursed his lips tightly, stepped on the accelerator, and the speed was getting faster and faster.

At this moment, a sharp whistle sounded in his ear, and He Zhou turned his head to look at the intersection on the left, only to see a large truck speeding towards him in the blinding white light!

He Zhou's pupils constricted suddenly, he stepped on the brakes hastily, trembling all over, only felt that the whole world was blurred and silent.

Memories from years ago flooded my mind.

Nights with pouring rain, horns, bumps, cries.

The driver yelled in horror.

The father and mother threw themselves on each other when the accident came, and they hugged each other deeply in the last moments before they died.

When they were about to die, they still faintly called each other's name.

They were a loving couple that made it into the newspapers.

He Zhou was the only one, with his head covered in blood, sitting alone by the side. From waking up to coma, from beginning to end, he looked like an abandoned orphan.

The time Qiu Yanzhi helped him block the chandelier.

The only time he was in an accident.

Someone saw him.

Someone hugged him.

"He Zhou..." A soft voice called out to him.

Only then did He Zhou lift his face from the steering wheel trembling.

The big truck didn't hit them just now.

Even though he stepped on the sudden brake, he was protected by a seat belt, but he was not injured.

But He Zhou was still trembling all over his body.

He unbuckled his seat belt, opened the car door, and almost fled in a panic. Holding on to the car door, he bent down and gasped for breath.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, pouring down on him, dripping down his hair and cheeks.

Meng Qikang got out of the car in a hurry, took out his umbrella, and put it on top of He Zhou's head.

It took about a few minutes before He Zhou's breathing gradually stabilized.

"Haven't you taken any medicine during this time?" Meng Qikang asked.

He Zhou wiped the rain off his face and shook his head.

Meng Qikang opened the car door and prepared to sit on the driver's seat: "I'll drive and take you to the hospital."

He Zhou raised his eyebrows with one hand, and stopped Meng Qikang's arm with the other: "You don't need to go to the hospital, I'm fine."

Meng Qikang stared at Hezhou for a while, finally sighed, and took a step back: "Then I will drive."

"No need." He Zhou said, "I can do it myself."

"But since that incident you..."

He Zhou interrupted him: "I can't be afraid to drive all the time."

He Zhou quickly drove the car to Meng Qikang's apartment.

"Come up and take a shower and change your clothes." Meng Qikang said, "You're all soaked."

After He Zhou took a shower, Meng Qikang brought him unworn clothes and made him a cup of hot tea.

"Your complexion is not very good, you may have caught a cold." Meng Qikang stretched out his hand to measure the temperature of He Zhou's forehead, "Why don't you stay with me tonight, I have medicine here, and the rain is getting heavier."

Just when Meng Qikang's hand was about to touch He Zhou's forehead, He Zhou grabbed his wrist and stopped him.

He Zhou let go of his wrist and took a step back.

"No." He Zhou said.

He paused, looked up at Meng Qikang, and said in a low voice.

"Brother Qikang, I'm already married."

Until He Zhou turned to leave, Meng Qikang was still a little dazed.

The door was closed.

Make a loud noise.

Meng Qikang looked at the direction in which He Zhou was leaving, with a disappointed expression on his face.

He Zhou was actually a little tired, especially when he came out of the bathroom, he basically wanted to sleep there right there.

But suddenly he remembered Qiu Yanzhi's eyes and words before he left.

Qiu Yanzhi begged him not to let him stay with Meng Qikang tonight.

For some reason, He Zhou felt his heart skip a beat and wanted to go home.

Qiu Yanzhi was still waiting for him at home.

And to wait for him tonight, I heard that I didn't eat a bite of food.

What does Qiu Yanzhi like to eat?

When I was in the hospital, I praised it several times, saying that the wontons there are delicious.

He Zhou turned around and turned to the hospital with delicious wontons.

When He Zhou reached the door of his house, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Looking at the specially bought wontons, he recalled what he said to Qiu Yanzhi when he left, feeling a little embarrassed.

Thinking of Qiu Yanzhi waiting for him at home unhappy, if he saw the wonton, he would be flattered, surprised and happy, maybe he would have unnecessary fantasies about himself, which would be even more annoying.

But he lifted the wonton to the top of the trash can several times without throwing it away.

Finally, with a sigh, he opened the door.

then.

He saw that his always clean and tidy living room had become a mess, with wine bottles and snacks scattered all over the floor.

A bunch of strangers are eating hot pot together.

A strange man in a dress shouted into the kitchen while drinking:

"Yanyan! The mutton is almost gone, I still want to eat mutton!!!"

"Alcohol is almost gone!"

"Zhang Yuxuan, come here to help, what kind of uncle are you sitting there!" Qiu Yanzhi laughed and cursed in the kitchen, without any gloomy appearance, and even lively and cheerful, beaming.

But He Zhou's expression darkened.

Then, with a cold face, he silently hid the shabby-looking wonton behind his back.