My roommate wants to fuck me every day

Sure enough, when he returned to the dormitory, he looked listless and uninspired. Zhou Zihao was playing a game, and when he saw Guo really came in, he turned his head and asked a question.

If I simply pulled up the chair and sat next to him to watch him play games without thinking about other things, I wouldn't be so depressed.

After Zhou Zihao played a round, when he was waiting for the match, he stretched out his hand and squeezed Guozhen's face: "Mengmeng Guo, what's wrong with you?"

If he really shook his head and forced a smile, Zhou Zihao saw that people didn't want to talk, and he was embarrassed to ask again, so he patted him on the shoulder and turned his head to fight the game.

I really thought that Zhao Qilin would definitely take the opportunity to punish him, after all he promised that he would do whatever he wanted, hey, why did he find him when he couldn't think about it for a while, I really regretted it a little now.

He hates himself so much, he will definitely find trouble for him if he catches him, but he has been surprisingly calm these two days, not to mention making trouble for him, it can be said that he didn't communicate with him much at all, and when he returned to the dormitory, he would either listen to music or sleep , The exchanges with Luo Xi and Zhou Zihao were brief, and they didn't even have a word with him. That's fine, and I really breathed a sigh of relief.

How could Zhao Qilin have the time to look for it these days? It's really not fun, he is annoyed, the old man is urging him every day, either this training or that training, reading a book and seeing her want to vomit.

"Qilin is back~"

It was Aunt Wu who was cooking and cleaning at home who opened the door. Seeing that it was Zhao Qilin who had returned, she smiled and shouted behind her.

Zhao Qilin chewed gum, then hung his coat on the hanger, Mr. Zhao, who was reading the newspaper in the living room, stopped, took off his reading glasses, frowned and said displeasedly: "Look at you, what kind of leftists are you? You're gasping, go and get rid of the stuff in your mouth."

Zhao Qilin raised his eyebrows and smiled, went into the bathroom, and changed into home clothes after a while: "Grandpa, you guys eat, I'm not hungry now, so I just ate."

After finishing speaking, he was about to go upstairs, but was stopped by Mr. Zhao: "You kid, what are you talking about? You haven't come back to the old house once in a few days. Now that you're back, you don't even have time to have a meal with me?"

Zhao Qilin really didn't have much appetite, so he went out with Abin and the others in the afternoon for some relaxation, and drank a bit too much, and now he didn't want to eat at all, but seeing that the old man was angry, he still snorted softly and went down the stairs.

Before he sat down at the dining table, an annoying voice suddenly echoed in the living room.

"Yo, who came back at that time, it turned out to be my precious son."

Zhao Yu deliberately bit the word son very hard, and held a petite woman in his arms. The woman looked down upon Zhao Qilin's age, but she was quite close to Zhao Yu's movements.

Seeing Mr. Zhao sitting at the dining table, the woman lowered her hands and called out Uncle Zhao respectfully. Mr. Zhao nodded coldly and said, "Okay, come back, come over for dinner."

Zhao Qilin pulled out the chair and sat down on his own, Zhao Yu happened to be sitting opposite him.

"How are your preparations going?"

The old man took a sip of the soup and suddenly asked, Zhao Yu smiled and glanced at the woman next to him: "We are preparing."

When the woman heard this, her face flushed, and she raised her head intentionally or unintentionally to look at Zhao Qilin who was still eating calmly.

"Try to keep a low profile. You're not too young anymore. Your son is already this old. If you insist on having a wedding, don't feel ashamed and panic."

Mr. Zhao was obviously unhappy. Hearing that Zhao Yu and the woman had subtle expressions, Zhao Qilin sneered.

Zhao Yu refused, and pointed at Zhao Qilin with his chopsticks and yelled: "You son of a bitch, what are you laughing at, what do you mean by that smile, are you watching Lao Tzu's jokes? Tell you, you are not qualified yet."

Zhao Qilin sneered and said, "I don't like to read this kind of joke. Dear dad, you should worry about how many people will read the joke. I'm done eating. Grandpa, you can eat slowly."

After speaking, Zhao Qilin left the restaurant and went upstairs.

"You..." Zhao Yu glared at Zhao Qilin angrily, wishing he could rush up and scratch their ears.

"Okay, let's eat a meal, it's all smoky, don't you want to be angry with me, old man, and anyone who talks too much will get out of here."

The old man spoke, Zhao Yu had no choice but to sit back bitterly: "Dad, you can just get used to it, such a guy, you care more than your own son."

"What are you talking about, he is your son!!"

Zhao Yu's words touched Long Yan, the old man slapped the spoon hard, the woman shook her shoulder, pulled Zhao Yu's sleeve, and winked at him.

A good meal broke up in such an unhappy way. Only the old man and the woman were left in the living room facing the table full of delicious food. leave.

Zhao Qilin threw himself on the big bed, buried his head in the soft bed, and cursed in a low voice: "God's fucking luck."

I have come back to see the old man three times since school started, and I can always put on that old thing and go home for dinner. If the old man is not there, I really want to leave and go back to my apartment. He would feel suffocated after staying with that person for a minute. To gag.

Yes, Zhao Yu was his father, a father he didn't want to admit, and even a father who wanted him to disappear immediately. It was ironic. If he had a choice in life, he would rather not have this father.

Before going to bed, Mr. Zhao still had a talk with Zhao Qilin, knowing that he was unhappy, he knew the virtues of his own son, and he naturally knew how stiff the relationship between the father and son was, but he was old now, and he couldn't be a peacemaker for a few years Now, he didn't want to wait for him to enter the loess, and these two father and son would ruin all the hard work he had put in all his life.

"Grandpa~ what do you need from me?"

Zhao Qilin just got out of the shower. He was wearing loose sweatpants on his lower body and a large white bath towel on his upper body. He was wiping his wet hair and stood at the door, as if he didn't intend to let the old man in.

"Come with me to the study."

Mr. Zhao sighed, turned around and walked away, making a dull sound as the walking stick rubbed against the ground.

"Close the door and come sit here~"

The old man sat on the recliner and pointed to the chair beside him.

"Hey, you, don't get angry with your father. I know better than you what kind of virtue he is. He is destined to be muddy and unable to support the wall in this life. You have the right to turn a blind eye and close one eye. Look. For the old man's sake! You also know the purpose of my bringing you back, you'd better make mental preparations as soon as possible, some of the items I have trained you recently will be useful in the future, so don't relax. "

"I know."

Zhao Qilin returned indifferently, staring down at his fingers, sneering in his heart, angry, he didn't have the intention to be angry with a trash who was nothing in his eyes.

"I hope you can attend your father's wedding. I will officially introduce you as the grandson of Zhao's parents. You don't have to bear too much burden. You can just come. I don't need my old man to teach you about this matter. "

The old man poked the ground with his walking stick, stared at Zhao Qilin, and waited for his reply.

Even though Zhao Qilin was unwilling in every possible way, he had to give the old man face, and he had to get it. The old man was playing Tai Chi with him here, which was actually a notification to him, and he just had to obey.

Anyway, in this family, if you want to survive, stand firm, and occasionally put on a show is also essential.

"Okay, you go to rest and have breakfast with me tomorrow morning."

The old man closed his eyes tiredly and waved his hands.

"Good night, Grandpa."

After closing the door for the old man, Zhao Qilin just turned around and met his father's little lover face to face. He didn't want to say anything to her, so he walked away.

The woman was not so calm, she tied her long hair behind her ears: "Well, I don't know your name yet."

Zhao Qilin glanced at her coldly, and sneered in his heart, what this woman was thinking, was all written in her scheming eyes: "You don't need to know."

"We will be a family in the future, and I hope to have a good time with you."

The woman met Zhao Qilin twice, and each time he seemed to ignore her, or ignored her directly. She took the initiative to put down her body and greeted this person who would be her stepson in the future. His reaction It made her almost unable to hang on, her expression froze for a moment, and then she immediately covered it up.

"You don't need to be happy. You have found yourself a father, so you must not be very happy yourself."

Zhao Qilin's tone was full of sarcasm, ignoring the woman's collapsed face, and strode away, leaving Qi Xiaozhen standing alone, her face turning blue and red and gritting her teeth.