The entertainment system becomes a god

"Did you set the fire?" Night Breeze whizzed along with the high-speed driving of the sports car, and the stream of Jing Ye flashed across Su Lingjia's face, and his voice was as cool as Qing Ye, "It's bold." He tilted his head Glancing at Qiao Beiyu who was sitting in the co-pilot, there was an inexplicable expression on his face.

"About the fire, I tried my best to control the scope. Director Su, you know that if there is a fire in that kind of place, the rescue will not be delayed. Especially, the people there are terrified of their lives." Qiao Beiyu narrated expressionlessly , with an absolutely indifferent and calm attitude.

"It's a good speech, and it's not in vain to listen to my education." Su Lingjiagao raised his brows with deep thought, "You can drink a few glasses of wine and do a few tricks, but you dare to challenge a hundred, I really think you are a holy father! "

"I'm not qualified to be a holy father. I'm just an ordinary person. I only do what I think I should do." Qiao Beiyu looked calmly, spontaneously showing a simple and tenacious demeanor like green pines and verdant cypresses.

Su Lingjia took a deep look at him, turned around, and said in her usual lazy tone: "It's good that you know."

Qiao Beiyu looked at him, his starry eyes shining brightly under the moonlight, as if he had discovered a treasure: "Thank you very much Director Su today, I used to think that Director Su likes to dress up like women, so I have prejudices, I want to ask you Sorry, Director Su, you are a real man."

His tone was very sincere, his expression was very sincere, without any sarcasm, Su Lingjia's eyes twitched, his hands trembled, and he almost drove the car onto the side road.

He gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Believe it or not, I threw you out of the car!"

Qiao Beiyu's expression remained unchanged: "I don't believe it."

Su Lingjia was choked by these words, she pursed her lips and turned her face away: "Tsk, sometimes you really can't see your talents."

The car drove to the old community where Qiao Beiyu lived temporarily. It was almost two o'clock at night. Qiao Beiyu got out of the car, looked at the sky and said, "It's so late, why don't Director Su rest with me?"

Su Lingjia sat in the car, looked at the messy neighborhood, blinked her phoenix eyes, and then looked at each other motionlessly.The traditional six-story building has no elevators, and the stairs have many gaps due to long-term use. The handrails are actually made of wood. The walls of the corridor are covered with small and colorful advertisements. Looking at it makes people dizzy.He felt that he and his car were out of tune in this neighborhood.Only the boy in front of him is wearing cheap clothes, as if he really should belong here, but when he looks closely, he feels that he is extraordinarily clean. The kind of things that have transcended the external packaging itself make him no matter what he wears or where he is. Change for it.

Tap lightly on the car player, and the time displayed there is more than two o'clock. Su Lingjia's residence is far away from Qiao Beiyu's place, and it will take a lot of effort to go back.

"Okay, that's the only way to go." He raised his chin, smiled at Qiao Beiyu, spread his hands very respectfully, and said in a generous tone.

Qiao Beiyu nodded, and imitated the appearance of the waiter he had seen before, and gracefully made a gentlemanly "please" gesture, and gave up his seat.

Su Lingjia walked in swaggeringly, looking around the room with critical eyes: "Your stuff here is really unique."

The place where Qiao Beiyu lived was an old house. Although he hadn't touched it, it was also lived in by the landlord. It still retains the remnants of the original decoration, but both the layout and the decoration are still the style of the last century, revealing a sense of poverty. appearance.

Qiao Beiyu felt the same about dressing up as he did about dressing up, and he couldn't tell the difference, so he followed Su Lingjia's voice and said, "It's made by the landlord." It's hard to tell whether he understood.

However, although the house is old, it is very tidy and clean inside, which is completely different from ordinary single men's residences. However, if you look at it again, you will find that there are very few things in this house. The small unit can almost be described as a bare house. The place where the grid is broken is also empty.The whole house was so clean that it didn't look like someone lived in it. It was colder than a hotel room, and it only made people feel like the people living here were just passing through.

This strange sense of loneliness was interrupted when Su Lingjia saw that there was only one bedroom and one bed, and he leaned against the door frame jokingly: "Is this the plan to share the same bed?"

Qiao Beiyu looked at his single bed, convinced that it was impossible to squeeze the two tall men, so he said that Su Lingjia was joking, and said, "You sleep on the bed, and I will sleep on the floor." Spread the newspapers on the floor, and open the cabinet door to get the bedding.

"Hey, how can there be a guest who sleeps on the bed and the owner makes the floor." Su Lingjia hurriedly came over to stop him.

Qiao Beiyu stopped his hands and said, "Then I sleep on the bed and you make the floor?"

Su Lingjia was defeated by the general, and looked at the limestone field with holes due to disrepair for a long time: "Hey, is this your attitude to treat guests?"

Qiao Beiyu smiled: "I know you can't sleep on the floor."

Su Lingjia simply sat down on the bed and raised his legs: "Okay, Xiao Yuzi, you will take care of me."

Qiao Beiyu laid the floor, Su Lingjia hung the windbreaker on the hanger, unbuttoned the top two buttons of the shirt, went to the bathroom, and inspected it from top to bottom. In a square of one square meter, the ancient enamel basin was already a bit old. The porcelain has been knocked off, and the metal water pipes without any modern decoration... Seeing that they are all clean, I reluctantly endured it, just: "Where is the shower in your house?"

Qiao Beiyu didn't raise his head and said, "No problem."

"Then how do you take a shower?"

Qiao Beiyu turned around and said, "There is water."

"Cold water?" Su Lingjia had a bad feeling.

Then his premonition came true, because Qiao Beiyu asked back: "Otherwise?"

Su Lingjia: "..."

Qiao Beiyu: "..."

"Why don't we just make do for one night?" Qiao Beiyu suggested.

Su Lingjia exploded: "What are you kidding!"

"You are really terrible." Qiao Beiyu stood up helplessly. Although he didn't understand, he didn't intend to quarrel over such a trivial matter, "Wait."

Qiao Beiyu moved quickly, and after a while, he brought a pot of hot water to Su Lingjia, and Su Lingjia slightly relaxed his brows that could kill flies.He took the water into the bathroom, and opened the door after a while: "Where is the body wash?"

"There's soap in the corner."

Su Lingjia was surprised: "Isn't it? Do you just bathe with soap?"

"That's for washing clothes, just take a shower and rinse."

Su Lingjia looked at him as if wanting to study him into slices: "It's so hard that you didn't grow crooked."

Qiao Beiyu thought about it for a while, and said, "So it proves that I am natural to carve? Are you planning to praise me?"

Su Lingjia slammed the door shut.

After another 2 minutes, the door of the bathroom opened a crack, and Su Lingjia poked her head out awkwardly.

"What's the matter?" Qiao Beiyu asked patiently as he had already laid the ground, assuming he was doing his best.

Su Lingjia almost gritted his teeth: "...Is there no hot water?"

Qiao Beiyu was even more surprised than him: "Isn't it for you?"

"How can only one pot be enough?"

"You used the whole pot? I thought I could save half to drink. How the hell did you wash it?"

Su Lingjia: "..."

Qiao Beiyu: "..."

Qiao Beiyu boiled another pot of boiling water, and said while boiling: "It's nothing, you wait for a while, I'll boil pot after pot for you, so that you can wash it to your heart's content."

Qiao Beiyu thought simply, since he invited Su Lingjia on his own initiative, he was obliged to treat him well. The objective conditions were limited but he could not relax his subjective initiative.Unfortunately, the constraints of objective conditions cannot be ignored. He only has one kettle, and he can only boil one kettle at a time.It takes time to boil water, so Su Lingjia suffers. He underestimates how rough Qiao Beiyu's place is, so he can only wait in the bathroom for Qiao Beiyu to deliver water one after another, and finish things hastily.

"I've never been so aggrieved in my life, you can do it!" Su Lingjia, who put on her clothes and came out, sat on the bed sullenly, pointing at Qiao Beiyu sternly.

"Is it so serious?" Qiao Beiyu was very innocent in the face of Su Lingjia's accusation.

Su Lingjia stopped and looked at him, and something flashed in his eyes very quickly: "Forget it, I'll forgive you." He lowered his expression and turned away, "By the way, there will be a supplementary clause in the contract, remember to do it A bank card." He knocked on the bed board under his hand and said casually.

Qiao Beiyu looked into his eyes: "Okay, I understand."

After placing Su Lingjia, Qiao Beiyu moved much faster. When Su Lingjia was still tossing and turning because the board was too hard, Qiao Beiyu had already finished washing, put on a towel and walked out in only a pair of loose shorts.There is no formal living room in the small unit, and the floor is placed under the bed. Su Lingjia was sitting on the bed looking out the window, when she saw Qiao Beiyu's naked upper body swaying in front of her eyes.

"You..." Su Lingjia felt herself stiff.

It is true that Qiao Beiyu has a very good figure, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, strong but not exaggerated muscles, honey-colored skin is very sexy, and the texture changes between actions, showing the strength and beauty of a mature man.The moonlight outside the window is like water, and the whole person seems to be in a silver light, which makes people have to admire.

However, all this was ruined by the old shorts on the lower body.Especially when the shorts had holes in them.

Su Lingjia pursed her lips uncomfortably: "Aren't you going to change into your pajamas?"

"Why do you need to change into pajamas?"

"..." Su Lingjia felt that since he met Qiao Beiyu, his three views had been severely challenged, "Could it be that you slept naked?"

"I'm not wearing clothes anymore? Do you mean that I need to wear something special for sleeping?" Qiao Beiyu paused halfway through his answer, thinking that Su Lingjia's life habits are different from his own, and he pondered again, but in the end he still couldn't understand, " Why do you have to prepare clothes when you’re all asleep, and don’t let people see them.”

Su Lingjia stroked her forehead: "Then don't be naked, there are still people here."

Qiao Beiyu paused for a while to observe Su Lingjia's expression. The other party lowered his head with his eyes slightly closed, and pressed his hands against each other, as if he was very tired, unlike the posture of baring his teeth and claws because of lack of hot water just now.The transformation becomes, it seems, too fast and kind of weird.

"In summer, there are quite a few people who go out on the streets shirtless." He said, "It's all old men who have nothing to pay attention to."

Su Lingjia was powerless, and shook his head: "Then you should at least change to one without holes, or is this a popular beggar's outfit?"

Only then did Qiao Beiyu discover the hole in the shorts: "Ah, I didn't notice, thank you." He opened a drawer, took out a plastic box from it, and took out the needle and thread under Su Lingjia's shocked gaze.

Su Lingjia stared at Qiao Beiyu: "What are you going to do?" A tall and tough guy like Qiao Beiyu, with a needle and thread in his hand, shouldn't be too scary.

Qiao Beiyu was already proficient in threading the needle and sewing the holes in his trousers.Needless to say, the stitching is not bad, the stitches are very smooth, but it is a pity that the color difference between the thread and the trousers is a bit big, and it looks more obvious than the original hole after sewing.

Su Lingjia watched Qiao Beiyu sew his pants blankly, feeling a stomachache.

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