Who calls this thing a god?

Sick?

The kind of group.

Qiyou unscrewed the bottle of mineral water and took a sip, the water dripped down a large area of ​​his clothes.

He typed quickly: [You too? 】

Concise and concise, has always been the style of His Royal Highness.

【right. 】

Lu Chan probably felt bored and uncomfortable, but he still didn't forget to tease him: [Wear the same pair of rings, suffer the same injury, little princess, do you think we have a good understanding. 】

I have a war Buddha in my heart, I beat you to death with a stick.

[Little princess, be good, open the door, open it quickly, I want to come in. 】

Qiyou: "?"

What's this?

He hesitated and sent a message: [You Lu Chan? 】

The over there probably kept staring at the phone, and the reply was quick: 【Otherwise, what do you think? 】

His nose was not his nose, his eyes were not his eyes, and he replied: [I thought it was sand coins. 】

Although the boss was not happy, Qi You still went to open the door for him.

He should have just taken a shower, his hair is slightly damp, and the fragrance is fragrant, the outline of muscles under the bathrobe is faintly visible, and a drop of water rolls down along the beautiful chest line to an invisible place.

Cause infinite reverie.

As the only spectator, Qiyou's complexion was comparable to that of LED colorful lights, red and white, white and blue, and blue to green.

Lu Chan leaned on the door frame and raised his eyebrows slightly: "What lines should I say now? Well, let me think about it... Hey baby, I'm here to cheat."

"I don't know if it's cheating or not," Qiyou smiled as if he was about to take the head, "You talk nonsense and the book of life and death will be sent to you."

The two were destined to have a heart attack for a thousand miles, but one was calmer than the other.

One of them was even ecstatic.

Lu Chan Dama Jindao sat on the sofa, looking as if he wanted to lift up his bathrobe in front of him.

Sitting across from him, Qiyou swore secretly that if what this person said next was nonsense, he would blow up a Syrian war pit on the spot with Lu Chan as the center and height as the radius.

It may be that his resentment is too strong, Lu Chan only felt that he was angry, he folded his legs expressionlessly, and said straight to the point: "The initial guess is the reason for your red line."

Qiyou said firmly: "Impossible."

His attitude was too decisive, which made Lu Chan somewhat puzzled: "Why are you so sure? What was this red line used for?"

It's a flip rope.

Qiyou really couldn't say these four words, and his face was stiff.

"."

Lu Chan thought of his previous sentence "a gift from an old friend", and he couldn't help but feel jealous, and his words dripped with jealousy: "Oh, which 'old friend' gave this to me, sweet little red rope, I didn't expect to bring us two together. Lock them together."

Qi You: "..."

What is this crazy group talking about.

Lu Chan was not happy after saying one sentence, and continued to read: "You must be cautious, my lord, you treat him as an old friend, and he will tie you with a rope. Can you still treat him as a good person? You wouldn't be like this Are you a poisonous person?" The more he said, the more he felt a green light in his head.

Who is the one who gave the rope? It's a psychological problem to keep it incomplete.

How dare you hit the little princess, damn it, if you let me know who he is, I won't be able to beat him to death.

"Are you crazy?" Qiyou raised his eyes coldly: "He is me—" suddenly stopped.

who?

Shen He belongs to him... Who is it?

Qi You pinched the center of his brows in a state of upset, and only said, "There will be no problem with the rope."

"Oh, there will be no problem with the rope." Lu Chan folded his arms around his chest and followed his words, "Well, I have wronged the little princess. I am bored to death now, what advice does the little princess have?"

"..."

Qiyou was also very stuffy, as if he had entered an extremely hypoxic space, his breathing was difficult, and his chest was stuffy.

Although he didn't speak, the slightly red eyes could already tell that he was in a very bad state.

Lu Chan's dissatisfaction was instantly wiped out and reincarnated on the spot.

He removed the thorns all over his body, sighed softly and moved to Qiyou's side, "I am serious, I am wrong."

I accidentally touched his right hand, and felt a pain like a needle pricking my finger.

Lu Chanfu hurriedly grasped his hand, the two of them pressed against each other, and the soft warm current trickled down into his chest, nourishing his limbs and bones.

Although the sweltering heat and pain were dispelled, Qiyou looked down and saw the finger bases of the two people sticking together, and he still wanted to die suddenly on the spot.

What did he just say?

Nothing to do with the rope?

Grass, the high priest hurt me.

Who knew that at this time, instead of taking pleasure in other people's misfortune, Lu Chan pretended to be innocent: "Oh, how could this happen, the kid's rope must be fine, there must be something wrong with my hand!"

Qiyou gritted his teeth and scanned the weapons in the room.

Rage value 30%

"The child's old friend must be a gentleman, how could he harm others? I must be narrow-minded."

Qi You clenched his left fist.

Rage value 60%

"The relationship between the kid and his old friend is stronger than gold, I..."

The anger value is 100%! ! !

Without further ado, Qiyou raised his fist and slammed it down on his face!

It's too late, it's too soon.

Lu Chan received his punch abruptly with the other hand, his palms were numb and his wrists ached, but he still gently held Qiyou's hands.

Leaning over to his ear, he whispered in a persuasive tone, "Shhh, calm down, Your Highness."

Lu Chan stared sideways at Qiyou's reddish eyes, his heart filled with spring water, and said almost bewitchingly: "No matter what other people do, I will never harm you."

"I swear in the name of the Phoenix."

……

Early the next morning, the city began to snow again.

They are like catkins, falling on the road and being run over by a car, making a creaking sound.

Seeing Qiyou finish the last sip of soy milk, Lu Chan took the empty cup and put it aside, leaned over to help him straighten the collar of his down jacket.

His gaze inadvertently fell on his half-covered lips, which looked as attractive as a piece of fudge.

Unexpectedly, he asked softly, "Your Highness, has anyone ever liked you?"

What a stupid question.

Qi You didn't even think about it, and said with a sneer, "I can't avoid it."

The God of Resentment and You is like a mirror, listening to wishes and reflecting thousands of sins.

The world regards him as a god, but treats him as a snake and scorpion.

Respect, fear, disgust, hate.

But there is not a single word of love.

Lu Chan was not surprised when he heard that, human nature cannot be forced.

He gave a faint oh, and said calmly: "Then I will be the first."

Qiyou: "?"

Is it because he hasn't comprehended modern Chinese character culture yet?

Why couldn't he understand this sentence when Lu Chan said it? ? ?

Seeing his complex expression, Lu Chan lightly smiled and touched him with his forehead, "Get out of the car. Aren't you going to see the chief?"

Without saying a word, Qiyou unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car, and walked ahead, with such momentum that even ten cows could not be pulled back.

Lu Chan followed behind him unhurriedly, went out of the elevator and distributed things, one went to the director and the other went back to the office.

He opened the door and saw Jiang Fusheng sitting at the computer desk and didn't know which document he was looking at. He patted him on the shoulder casually, leaned over and said, "Hey, I remember you have research on spices, right?"

When Jiang Fusheng saw him now, he couldn't help thinking of the living plague god Qiyou, and suddenly his brain hurt, and he clutched his temple and said, "It's okay. What are you doing?"

"Oh, it's nothing."

Lu Chan's tone was light: "I don't want to buy some incense for His Royal Highness. After thinking about it, I don't know which one he likes."

Look, look, look, three sentences are inseparable from prayer.

"The fragrance of the Linglu clan in Yaoshi is too weak, the fragrance of the Baihua clan is too strong, and the fragrance of the Yao family is suitable but slightly bitter..."

As if he didn't see his friend Mumu's face at all, Lu Chan made a list of them and pinched the back of his neck to ask for advice: "So what kind of incense do you think Qiyou likes to inhale?"

Jiang Fusheng: "..."

I think it's the incense on your grave.

Although he thought so, he didn't dare to say it. After struggling for a few seconds, he said weakly, "Oh...then I'll help you find something in the next few days."

"Thank you." Lu Chan straightened up, patted him on the shoulder, pointed to line No. 12 of the screen file and said, "This is wrong. Remember to change it."

Jiang Fusheng hurriedly went up to look at it, and found that he was really wrong: "Fuck, I really deserve to be the man who won the nine-round 'one glance' crown, Lao Lu, you are awesome."

A few years ago, when Lu Chan just came back from the military academy, the Bureau held a memory contest. Originally, it had nothing to do with him as an 'intern', and he was too lazy to participate in such a boring activity .

But there was a hundred-eyed demon who claimed to have an excellent photographic memory and excellent memory, and used this stunt to jump up and down in various crime-solving teams, wishing to engrave the four big characters "I am the only one" on his head.

Originally, this had nothing to do with Lu Chan, but he was young and energetic at the time, and his eyes hurt when he saw this idiot, so he silently reported this somewhat brain-dead activity.

Baimuyao pretended to be Qing Gao and didn't pay attention to other players at all. Except for his own game, he didn't even watch the other preliminaries and promotion matches.

Directly touch people in the final.

According to Jiang Fusheng's recollection, when the two of them met in the finals, Baimu Yao wished to send Tianling Gai to outer space, 360 degrees without dead ends explained what it means to be defiant.

Lu Chan's temper became even bigger, and he followed the referee into the field without saying a word.

It was a room from the scene of a murder not long ago, and there were bloodstains on the floor that hadn't been cleaned up yet.

The topic is not open yet, and the two of them don't have any tools, they just need to use their brains to remember more details of the scene.

When the 3 minutes were up, when the two were led out by the referee, Baimu Yao was triumphant, while Lu Chan was expressionless.

The referee reads the question at this time: Each tells a detail in the room until the other party can't connect.

Baimu Yao snorted, and gave the junior the first chance to speak.

Lu Chan was not too polite, and started the solitaire with the time of the live clock.

From the color and shape of the blood stains, to the jujubes on the bedside, to the color of the lamp on the roof of the shed...

Baimuyao's complexion was not so good-looking, and he took out the last trump card - the files on the desk had a total of 56 numbers.And read them one by one in order.

The others, including Jiang Fusheng, couldn't help but gasped in surprise, even if he was asked to memorize these numbers for 3 minutes, he couldn't remember them, let alone remembering them when he remembered so many things! ?

Losing to this perverted memory is no shame...

The referee had a look of praise on his face, and he half-stretched his hand in front of his chest to touch the whistle.

Lu Chan sneered disapprovingly, put his hands in his pockets: "That's it?"

He turned his head to look at the referee: "You let the person in the room look after me, I'm going to report."

"The bookcase on the wall behind the study door, counting from the upper left corner to the right, are "500 Years of Poetry Awards", "The Complete Works of Feihua", "Cave and Stream", "Talking about Chinese and Foreign Literature"..."

Baimu Yao's face was numb.

From that day on, Lu Chan became famous in the ninth game.

Hearing Jiang Fusheng bring up the old story again, he didn't have any other reaction, he shrugged and said: "Talk to me about the tracking of the case." "

This is called using the coldest tone and pretending to be the best X.

作者有话要说：昨晚上更文更到十一点多……感谢在2020-08-1815:56:01~2020-08-1917:37:42期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Yun Shu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!