Who calls this thing a god?

Qi You is a man with a unique appearance, comparable to peach blossoms.

But most of the time those eyes were lazily half-squinted, with a glimpse of them showing arrogance and indifference.

Coupled with his natural temperament of being able to do things but never being pushy, others will definitely be able to run as far as they want, and he doesn't even have the courage to look at him, let alone stare at his face.

All in all, although this peach blossom is beautiful, it can't bear to be fucking poisonous.

Dong Miao washed her hair with a scent of vanilla and was steaming hot.

He was about to go mad with anger, his face turned red and blue, like a lonely LED two-color light.

He wiped his face fiercely, and stared at Qiyou—one has to see clearly whether he can bear it before making a move, okay, I'm so scared.

When he saw Qiyou's face clearly through the dripping milk tea, he unconsciously half-legged, and he stiffened his neck to give himself courage: "What do you want?"

Qiyou didn't need to speak, just stood there and said "Fuck you" in capital letters.

The lady clerk at the milk tea shop must have been unhappy with Dong Miao for a long time. Sitting behind the front desk, she just said calmly: "Don't fight in the shop~" Then she stretched her neck to watch the show, and even instructed another The clerk brother fried a piece of fried chicken for her.

狗腿子1、2、3、4号面面相觑，还是1号有骨气一点，探着头像小鸡崽一样说：“你、你给淼哥道歉啊。”

Apologize?

As soon as these two words were blurted out, the two grown men at the next table gave a meaningful look at the same time.

If you have to refine the meaning of it, it is probably: what the hell are you doing on your heels?

Dogleg No. 1: "..."

These two words seemed to have awakened Qi You, he stretched out the thumb, index finger and middle finger of his right hand to pinch the back of Dong Miao's neck, forcibly turned him half a circle to point at Jiang Fusheng, who looked drunk and dreamy, and retracted his hand casually. She took out a tissue, wiped the milk tea on her fingertips, and said lightly, "Apologies."

Dong Miao: "..."

If his face was still under the LED two-color light just now, it would directly turn into a big pig's liver, red and purple.

Boys like Dong Miao, who lack discipline or lack of discipline, over-demonize matters related to face, thinking that "you have to pay the price for doing something wrong" is shameful and ashamed.

Another person may have nothing to do with a child of his age, so let's beat him, I don't have the heart.Let's scold him, it's not painful or itchy, and it may cause a commotion.

... But I'm really sorry, I don't have any worries about being unbearable when I pray for all kinds of dissatisfied professional households.

He wiped his hands casually, and his voice was not loud but he hit Dong Miao's heart with every word: "Choose an apology, or I will embarrass you even later."

Qiyou casually rolled up the tissue into a ball and threw it into the trash can, then slightly raised his eyes and looked at him: "I will do what I say."

Seeing that the words "a catastrophe is imminent" were about to kill Dong Miao, Jiang Fusheng couldn't bear it, and stood up to make a rescue: "Brother Qi, forget it, forget it, he is still a child—"

Qiyou: "Sit down."

Jiang Fusheng sat down firmly: "So please don't let him go."

The atmosphere in the room was simply eerie to the extreme.

Dong Miao stared and trembled, and his dog legs No. 1, 2, 3, and 4 also resonated.

In the group of the two victims, Jiang Fusheng was a little at a loss, but Yang Hao was stirring the coffee back and forth with a small spoon as if nothing had happened. happy.

Qiyou was leaning on the table in the aisle, his legs were long and straight, as if he was walking down the catwalk.

He hung his head and fiddled with his fingers, which were indeed hands kissed by the two creators. The fingers were long and smooth, and the fingertips were shiny, and even every crevice of the fingers was clean and cute—but this hand can hold Dong Miao The Tianling Gai was smashed to pieces.

Dong Miao still remembered last night that this man cut him with his palm, which almost knocked his head out half a mile, and now he still has a dull pain in the back of his neck.

He swallowed, and thought viciously in his heart: You Wang Yang, if you find this kind of person to deal with me, I won’t be named Dong until I take your fucking legs off——

After thinking about it, it's not that I don't live up to it, but that the enemy is too strong, and it's thanks to my "good brother".

Having found the home of resentment, Dong Miao gritted her teeth, bowed her head to Jiang Fusheng and said, "I'm sorry."

Jiang Fusheng said: "Okay, I forgive you, what should I do?"

He waved his hand, secretly watching Qiyou's face.

Qiyou didn't say anything about the steps he built with quick eyesight and quick hands, but raised his eyebrows silently as he stared at the resentment lingering around Dong Miao.

When Xiao Hei smelled the resentment, he eagerly poked his head out and raised the tip of his nose, sucking the traces of resentment into his stomach.

It was also born to absorb resentment, and its eating appearance is much uglier than Qiyou.

Seeing its little head eating bit by bit, Qi You thought, if he ate like this, he might be beaten by the high priest.

Qi You calmly pushed Xiao Hei back to his skirt, and zipped it up.

Make a note of the thugs first.

After letting Dong Miao and others go, Jiang Fusheng and Yang Hao looked at each other.

Jiang Fusheng winked and motioned him to look at his phone: [Do I have to apologize to Mr. Qiyou? 】

Yang Hao rolled his eyes: [Now you know to call someone Mr. Qiyou. 】

Jiang Fusheng didn't see the thorn in his words: 【What should I do, I dare not? 】

[Why don't you dare? 】

[Damn it, how dare you? 】

Jiang Fusheng sent ten death smiley faces in a row.

Yang Haote said frankly: [I dare not, but I didn't say to reduce my life by his side. 】

At most, living next door to him needs to worry about not being robbed of his wife.

Seeing the stark contrast, Jiang Fusheng couldn't help but get angry: [Fuck, roll, roll, roll! 】

Just as he rolled out of the sky, Qi You put away his cell phone from the side, stood up and walked out.

"Mr. Qiyou!"

Jiang Fusheng got stuck in the middle of the movement, neither sitting nor standing, looking at him helplessly: "That... what happened today..."

His line is really like an eight o'clock soap opera. After finishing speaking, I couldn't help getting goosebumps all over my body, so I could only bite the bullet and continue: "That... I'm sorry."

Qi You: "..."

He looked at Jiang Fusheng with an expression of "what kind of script is this? I can't fucking handle it", but didn't say anything else.

The wind and snow that rushed in along the crack of the door covered Jiang Fusheng's face.

Yang Hao laughed and joked, "You little snowman, your courtship has failed."

Jiang Fusheng: "..."

He wiped his face: "I beg your grandma to have a leg. You are really not afraid—" Lu Chan shoveled the dog's head off your neck with a shovel.

Jiang Fusheng rolled his eyes, thinking of Lu Chan as a troubled brother, he hurriedly sent him a message:

【Old Lu, Lao Lu, I just met Mr. Qi You! 】

He must have been looking at his phone over there, so he returned quickly.

【Well, didn't he just leave? 】

"Didn't he just leave"?

What does this mean?

Jiang Fusheng thought deeply and was terrified, a layer of white sweat sprang up on his back, and his hands shook like Parkinson's.

【Old Lu, where are you now】

He accidentally typed two words wrong, withdrew and resent:

[Old Lu, where are you now? 】

Lao Lu: [Smiling teeth / Guess what. 】

This time, Jiang Fusheng was confused.

"Fuck! You're fucking going to die!" Seeing that he almost fell into the coffee, Yang Hao hurriedly supported his heavy head.

Jiang Fusheng hummed as if he was dying: "A person who has been away from his mother's womb solo for 26 years and only had a spring... that is not a human, then he is a fucking beast..."

Yang Hao, who has not had a spring solo for 27 years: "..."

Hee hee, it has been connoted.

……

After coming out of the milk tea house, Qiyou went to have a meal in a leisurely manner.

After filling his stomach, he stopped a taxi at the intersection and went straight to the bar that Dong Miao had mentioned.

It is opened in a deep alley in the city center, the location is slightly out of the way, but the consumption is staggeringly expensive.

It is said that it costs four figures to open an ordinary booth at his house, and five figures to enter a private room.

Sitting in front of the microphone to play and sing is not just as simple as handsome men and beautiful women, and occasionally there will be guest appearances by all kinds of starlets.

There are different opinions about the legend of the owner of this hotel.

Some people say that the owner of this bar is a romantic and affectionate man.

Some people say that he loves his wife deeply, but his wife doesn't love him, or has died of illness.

He lingered in the flowers all these years but never forgot to return. He was always here waiting for his wife to come home.

If this rumor reaches Qiyou's ears, he will definitely throw a business card over it.

romantic?deep feeling?Look at the light bulb and go you.

It was just after five o'clock, and it was already dark outside.

The lights in the house are dim, like being in the deep sea, with a mirage reflected in the eyes.

A man in a leather jacket sat on the stage and hummed softly with his guitar in his arms. The sound of the music was also deep and intoxicating.

Qi You looked back and sat down in front of the bar.

The bartender probably just answered the call, calmly put away the phone, and asked with a smile, "What would you like to drink?"

It was the first time for Qi You to set foot in this kind of place, and he seldom drank alcohol in the past, so he was a little confused by his question.

Still smiling, the bartender said, "You can try a mojito."

Qiyou: "?"

He considered a pragmatic question: "Price?"

As soon as these two words fell into the ears of the bartender, the bartender smiled even sweeter: "Ten yuan."

Xiao Hei: "..."

You don't want to be my master, he is still a child who doesn't understand anything.

Qiyou also felt that this price was really a bit weird, but people would not give themselves a discount like this.

Or is this wine actually blended with water?

Seeing his donkey face, the bartender followed Shan Ruliu and said, "That's right, our shop happens to be having an event today, and the first glass of wine is all ten yuan."

Qiyou: "..." Is it still possible to engage in activities like this?

He opened the skirt and let the little black cat jump onto his lap.

"Hey, give me a mojito."

Before he could answer, a man in a black down jacket stood in front of the bar, "That's it."

"Okay, please wait a moment," the bartender said with a polite smile, "240 five yuan, please scan the code here."

Qi You: "????"

Meeting his slightly surprised gaze, the bartender comforted him very gently and considerately: "Oh, this gentleman is already on his second drink, so he won't enjoy the discount, dear."

Man: "??????" What kind of fake wine did my mother drink? ? ?

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-09-0717:07:10~2020-09-0817:26:47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!