bosom friend

Qiao Ping raised his eyebrows, "I miss you too?"

Xin Yu laughed.Well, admitting "I should see you" is basically tantamount to accepting "I miss you".

Qiao Pingyi smiled too, his eyes curled up.

Xin Yu appreciated it for two seconds, and said, "Stop laughing, eat well. Why are you here today?"

"Passing by, I just saw that you turned on the light here."

"How do you know that I'm here? What if the house has been rented out to someone else. By the way, I still have a bunch of keys with you, right? Did you come in when I was not at home?"

"..." Qiao Pingyi said seriously, "No! Although I want to come in, I'm afraid you'll get your hair caught between the doors."

When she was a teenager, Xin Yu told Qiao Pingyi many detective stories, among which there was a plot: A certain detective would put a hair in the crack of the door when he went out, and if the hair was still there when he came back, it proved that the door was not blocked opened.

Xin Yu was speechless.

Qiao Ping glanced at him quietly, and then began to eat seriously.

"..." Xin Yu noticed his small eyes. He raised his arm and looked at Qiao Pingyi with his chin resting. He noticed that there was a ring mark on Qiao Ping's finger. It was irregular, no, it was a crown... ...He guessed that Qiao Pingyi might have taken off the ring before going upstairs. "Little Qiao, your uncle knows we broke up."

Qiao Ping was taken aback for a moment, "...Oh."

Xin Yu finally reached out and touched Qiao Pingyi's head, and said, "How much hair gel have you touched, it's hard."

Qiao Ping shook his head, "This is the style, and the typhoon won't mess it up."

"..."

Qiao Pingyi suddenly said: "I sorted out the love poems you read to me."

He was fine at home at night, so he specially categorized the voice messages Xin Yu sent him, and divided them into four categories: poetry, literature, history, and small talk.

Among them, poetry includes love poetry and ordinary poetry; literature can be divided into two sub-categories: recitation and commentary; history can be divided into three sub-categories: historical stories, ancient geography, and historical buildings; chatting is too complicated to be divided.

"..." Xin Yu was speechless, and moved his hand from the chin to the brow bone, covering his eyes... What the hell, after a love affair, he contributed a lot of dark historical materials to Xiao Qiao.

"I like this one the most." Qiao Pingyi recited impromptuly, "I want to spend time with you, such as looking down at the fish, such as leaving the teacup on the table, leaving, wasting their beautiful shadows,..., I I want to waste each other with you, spend the short silence and the long meaningless together, spend the delicate and old universe together, such as leaning on the railing, looking down at the mirror of the water, until all the wasted things, behind us, grow out thin wings."

After listening, Xin Yu was silent for a moment, then said with a smile: "Tsk... forgot to record it for you." If one person reads it once, no one loses.

Qiao Ping said together: "Shall I read it to you again?"

"Don't..." Xin Yu smiled and put down his hand, he looked at Qiao Ping together, "So, you just heard about it recently?"

"..." Qiao Pingyi was very sad, "That's because you taught me elective courses every day. One day you sent me dozens of historical building knowledge..."

Yes, Xin Yu was reading a book on historical buildings and thought it was interesting, so he gave Qiao Ping a popular science - in the form of voice... and he also thoughtfully provided various architectural diagrams.Tujia voice, there are probably hundreds of messages, it really taught Qiao Pingyi an elective course of "Appreciation and Analysis of Ancient Chinese Architecture".

"..." This seems to be not done properly... properly.Xin Yu might find it funny if he heard that other people were in a relationship like this (which nerd has such a low EQ), but now that the person involved is himself, he decided not to dismantle himself.

He suppressed his smile, and only showed a reserved smile, "It's not all my fault. If you don't like to hear it, you should have told me earlier. I just told you because I thought it was interesting."

Qiao Ping said together: "I was busy at that time, and I didn't have the patience to listen. Now that I'm free, I went to listen. It was very interesting."

Xin Yu thought, well, it's still worth something.In those ten days or so, he probably had chatted all the voices in his life.

Qiao Ping said: "But I still like the poems you read the most." Especially love poems.

"..." Xin Yu suddenly wanted to know what the poems she was reciting were like. Music is full of emotions, so is recitation?He wondered if his voice was also emotional... Maybe he could listen to his previous voice when he was free.

Soon it was eight o'clock, and Xin Yu had to go to the train station. He went to pick up his luggage. Qiao Pingyi was waiting for him by the door, "Xiao Yu, is your cooking machine still available? Don't use it for me."

That broken cooking machine is Xin Yu's most valuable home appliance.But now he is mainly in Yuncheng, so of course he can't use it anymore.Even if he took it all the way to Yuncheng, he still wouldn't need it, because he basically wouldn't use it when he was alone.

"Take it away. But what do you want it for? Don't you have a juicer?"

"The functions are different."

"Okay..." Although Xin Yu had checked the differences between these machines at the beginning, she had forgotten all about it now.

The road was a little congested, but overall it went smoothly. When we arrived at the train station, it was still relatively early, and the two of them sat in the waiting hall and chatted, just like in the past, chatting about everything...

Soon the ticket inspection started, and people lined up in two long queues at the entrance. Xin Yu didn't go to the queue, anyway, the last ticket inspection could still get on the bus.

Qiao Ping said together: "I'll go to Yuncheng to play with you after a while?"

"..." Xin Yu laughed, "I can't do it recently, I'm busy and I don't have time to play with you."

"Oh."

The long line has been swallowed by the turnstiles.Xin Yu stood up, "Little Qiao, I have to go."

"Yes." Qiao Ping followed him and stood up.

When passing the turnstile, Xin Yu said, "Come to Yuncheng to play with me next year."

next year?Soon it will be next year.Qiao Ping smiled and said, "Okay."

Xin Yu smiled back, then waved to him, walked into the passage, and disappeared up the stairs.

After seeing off people, Qiao Ping went home listening to the audio poetry.After arriving home, he went to exercise for an hour, then took a shower and went to bed. His work and rest time is very regular now—much more regular than Xin Yu.

On Monday, he continued to report on Star Entertainment.At noon, continue to have lunch with Fang Zize.

Fang Zize didn't mention Xin Yu, but he looked at Qiao Pingyi very kindly.

Qiao Pingyi didn't lose his temper, just watch it if you like.

After the meal, Fang Zize proposed to provide Qiao Ping with a bodyguard, "He also works as your driver part-time, so you don't have to waste time driving by yourself every day." In his view, time is very precious, how can it be used for work? For such a small thing as driving, you can do many more value-creating things.

"Okay." Qiao Ping accepted calmly.

...Fang Zize was a little surprised.

Qiao Ping said together: "Then do you want to equip me with a modified car?" That is, a bulletproof car.

"..." Fang Zize said, "If you need bulletproof vehicles, then one bodyguard is not enough."

"Oh, forget it, don't waste your money."

"..." Of course it's not about money, Fang Zize is not short of money.

The bodyguard's name is Wang Lin, a special soldier. His job duties are: he is responsible for following Qiao Ping when he goes out, he rests when Qiao Ping is at home, and stands by when Qiao Ping is in the company.

When sending Qiao Pingyi home on the first day, he paid attention to the security situation of Heyue Garden, and told Qiao Pingyi, "It's very safe here."

After returning to the villa, he checked the security system of the villa again. He felt that there was basically no problem, except that Qiao Ping had hired too many part-time workers (including nannies and gardeners), and people were uncontrollable and might cause safety hazards.

Qiao Ping said together: "Then do you still lack a part-time job? Can you cook, do housework, and take care of plants?"

Wang Lin shut up.

Qiao Pingyi said again: "There is also a male owner in this house. He is not in Beizhou now, and I will introduce you to him later."

"Okay." In fact, Wang Lin knew Xin Yu. He was Fang Zize's bodyguard before. Xin Yu has already broken up...

Soon it was the weekend again, Zhuang Kai asked Qiao Ping to have a meeting, and Qiao Ping asked, "Did you call Lao Hao?"

"Not yet, how about I call together?"

"Call. Choose a quieter place."

"Row."

Zhuang Kai chose a top-floor restaurant that claims to have the most beautiful view of the Beizhou city. Unfortunately, it was a smoggy day and the visibility was very low. It looked like there was a layer of frosted glass outside.

In addition to the scenery, this restaurant is also famous for its food, claiming that every dish is a work of art.

But in Qiao Pingyi's opinion, it means that the shape is special, and the taste is at the upper-middle level.However, Xin Yu should like this kind of creative cooking.Qiao Ping asked, "Do you want to make a reservation now?"

Hao Xingxin smiled and said: "We need it on weekends and holidays. On weekdays, we don't need it at noon, but we need it at night. Why? You haven't been here before, can you?"

"have not come here in ages."

"Oh." Hao happily said, "My third son, isn't this place a holy place for dating? Why did you ask us two big men to come here?"

"Speak like you're straight."

Hao Gaoxin didn't blush at all, "It's always straighter than you guys."

Zhuang Kai smiled at Qiao Ping and said, "What do you say?"

Qiao Ping said together: "He's right, anyway, I'm not straight."

Zhuang Kai laughed, "Well, what happened to you and Xin Yu, I thought you would break up sooner or later."

Hao Xingxin pushed him quickly, it was fine to say this in private, how could he say it in front of Qiao Pingyi.

Zhuang Kai ignored Hao Gaoxing, and continued: "I thought you would mess with Zhuang Yang for a while."

Qiao Ping didn't get angry, "I didn't touch such a hard-to-get-off person before, not to mention I'm a good man now." He shook the ring on Zhuang Kai's finger.

Zhuang Kai smiled and said, "Well, I didn't expect you to be able to calm down."

Qiao Ping raised his eyebrows, "Accept."

Hao Xingxing interrupted, "Third brother, what does Zhuang Yang like about Da Qiao?"

"Love the return of his prodigal son—how touching."

Hao Xingxing stared, "Fuck...it really is a brat. If the prodigal son turns back, it's someone else's love story. It's none of his business."

Zhuang Kai laughed, "As long as you grab it, it's yours?"

Qiao Ping didn't even bother to twitch the corner of his mouth, "There's a hole in my head."