Love Genius Qian Xiaoke

Qian Xiaoke said: "It all starts with a birthday party."

Qian Xiaoke has a friend named Weekend.

This man on weekends is good-looking and rich. He can play and communicate well. He used to be a flight attendant, but later he fell in love with a rich boss.

It stands to reason that the "poor people" like Qian Xiaoke who have to strictly control the purchase of T-shirts below 50 yuan a piece and jeans that should not exceed 100 yuan should not know people like Zhou weekend. Things are uncertain, the son of the richest man may have sat at the same table with a tramp for dinner.

When Qian Xiaoke was in college, he had nothing to do and had nowhere to vent his love, so he entered a gay forum and posted a post.

Many years have passed, that forum has been blocked, and the glorious history in the forum has completely become a dusty past. However, Qian Xiaoke still remembers the title of the post he posted at the beginning—— [-] My Years With My Sexy Neighbor!

At the beginning, he became popular because of this post, and became a celebrity on the forum. He updated three to five hundred words every day, and after each update, he manually highlighted at the end: true story!Any similarity is purely coincidental!

In fact, it’s really a fart. He lived on campus at that time, and lived with three other roommates in the middle of the night to fight mosquitoes and get up in the morning to find slippers. As for the post, it’s just a story.

But he made it up with enthusiasm, and others read it with enthusiasm.

Until one day, he received a private message from the forum.

The person who privately messaged him was Weekend, the hottest handsome guy on the forum at that time.

At that time, I was already working on weekends, and I often posted selfies of myself in the uniform of the flight attendant. She was coquettish and handsome, and many people coveted it.

But Qian Xiao is not coveted, because the two obviously clashed.

Send him a private message on the weekend and say: You made this up, right?

Qian Xiaoke refused to admit it, but on the weekend he circled all the illogical places very seriously, and directly made Qian Xiaoke bow his head and admit his mistake.

However, Qian Xiaoke didn't stop changing because of this incident, because he liked to watch him make up stories on weekends, and he didn't expose him in public, and even chased him more vigorously.

The two got to know each other like this, and became good friends until Qian Xiaoke graduated.

Qian Xiaoke learned Chinese, but his studies were not very good, and his school was average. After graduating, it was difficult to find a job. At that time, he had already met Cheng Sen on weekends, so he went through the back door and asked Qian Xiaoke to go to Cheng Sen They work while the front desk goes.

After deducting the five insurances and one housing fund from one month's salary, I got three thousand and five.

Qian Xiaoke rents a small and old second bedroom with someone else, and it costs [-] yuan a month, not including utilities.

Life is pretty tight.

But Qian Xiaoke is always optimistic, always thinking that tomorrow will be better.

However, his colleague said to him: "Xiao Ke, do you know that if people like us want to completely change their destiny, they need sugar daddy."

Qian Xiaoke: "People like us? What kind of people are we?"

"The people at the bottom who are oppressed by capital."

Qian Xiaoke admits that he is a poor ghost and has no capital to turn himself around, but he feels that living with the mentality of a sugar daddy is not very positive.

"I can't get close." Qian Xiaoke said, "This is harder than the college entrance examination."

The colleague sized him up: "That's right."

Qian Xiaoke: "..."

"Look at our male proprietress, she looks like a butterfly, she can talk and twist, only such a person can get close to Mr. Cheng's level."

Qian Xiaoke flat-mouthed: "I also earn a lot on weekends."

"Hey, hey, you don't understand." The colleague waved his hand and left.

Although he doesn't quite agree with this colleague's values, what Qian Xiaoke agrees with is that he can't get rich.

He felt that he was not as beautiful as Su Daji, nor as smart as Zhuge Liang, and besides that, he did not have Wang Xifeng's mouth to be able to speak well.

However, although Qian Xiaoke has never been in a serious relationship, he has had a crush on quite a few people.

What Wu Yanzu, what Kaneshiro Takeshi.

What about Ronaldo and Beckham.

Each one was deeply loved by him.

It's just a pity that every one of his secret loves ended without a problem.

The weekend's birthday was actually Qian Xiaoke's birthday. Originally, the weekend said we could celebrate together, but Qian Xiaoke said: "Forget it, I'll be a guest at your birthday party."

In fact, Qian Xiaoke's subtext is: I have no money, so please don't pull me into the stock market!

That day, Qian Xiaoke happily went to the weekend birthday party, danced with the handsome guy happily, and drank a lot of wine happily.

But then, he was happily drunk.

After getting drunk, Qian Xiaoke was dizzy, knowing that he had said a lot, but he couldn't remember what he had said. Before he lost consciousness, his last impression of this world was that there was a handsome guy hugging him , and this person looks very rich.

In short, when Qian Xiaoke woke up, he was lying naked on the big bed in the hotel.

His white body was wrapped in a white quilt, and his brain was also blank.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced to the side, opposite the bed, a man was standing by the window smoking a cigarette.

That person, with a stalwart back, reminded him of an article written by Zhu Ziqing.

Qian Xiaoke was suddenly thirsty and wanted to eat oranges.

But obviously, this person is not his father. His father doesn't know how to wear shirts and trousers, nor does he have such tall and strong arm muscles.

Although he meant to mock his father, Qian Xiaoke knew that his father would not be angry.

He moved, and the other party looked back at him.

Is a handsome guy.

Such a handsome guy.

Qian Xiaoke sat up, the quilt slipped to his waist, he gasped, and quickly grabbed the quilt to cover his chest.

Qian Xiaoke looked at the man in front of him in horror, he vaguely remembered this man, they danced together before.

"You!" Qian Xiaoke is like the number one brain-dead girl in a brain-dead romance drama, "Me!"

Jiang Tongyan held a cigarette in one hand and put the other in his pants pocket, standing there looking indifferently at the boy who had seen a ghost on the bed.

"woke up?"

The voice is also very nice, deep and sexy, it is the voice that an old smoker should have.

Qian Xiaoke likes this kind of voice.

but……

"You put me to sleep?" Qian Xiaoke was shocked, "You put me to sleep without my permission?"

"...I didn't." Jiang Tongyan frowned at him.

"You must have it!" Qian Xiaoke said firmly, "Otherwise why am I not wearing any clothes?"

"Because you vomited last night, and it was disgusting."

"Liar!" Qian Xiaoke said, "It's over, I'm dirty."

Jiang Tongyan rolled his eyes and took a puff of cigarette.

"I was drunk last night, too."

Qian Xiaoke heard it: "Don't try to use this excuse to blame yourself!"

"I mean, it's said that you can't get up when you're very drunk." Jiang Tongyan said, "Theoretically speaking, we just fell asleep and I didn't do anything to you."

Qian Xiaoke raised his hand to signal him to shut up.

"Needless to say, I understand, you are a liar that I won't admit to when you're asleep."

Jiang Tongyan looked at him helplessly: "Then what do you want?"

Qian Xiaoke took a deep breath, and suddenly lay back.

"Let me cry alone for a while." Qian Xiaoke said, "At the age of 20, I also have the right to cry for my lost virginity!"