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No matter how much he dislikes Chen Zhihuai, Qiao Bo still has to eat his cooking, and Chen Zhihuai's cooking is very delicious, but there are always times when the dishes he likes to eat are either idle or light, or they are filled with chili.

Qiao Bo can't eat spicy food, Chen Zhihuai already knew that.

Qiao Bo suspects that Chen Zhihuai, despite his good temper, will secretly add ingredients to your favorite dishes if he says something that makes him unhappy.

Oh, childish.

Qiao Bo put a chopstick of small rapeseed into Chen Zhihuai's bowl, and flatteringly said: "Next time, can you make the steamed fish light? I've never seen steamed fish look like spicy chicken."

Chen Zhihuai smiled at Mimi: "Sorry, I'm not very good at cooking, even though you live with me, you don't have to eat my cooking, you can order takeaway by yourself."

As soon as the call was finished, it was well-founded, gentle and polite, and Qiao Bo broke into a cold sweat at what he said.

"Where is your delicious takeaway? There are not many men like you. You can cook and wash clothes. If there is a selection of the best men, I will definitely vote for you." Qiaobo closed his eyes and bragged.

Chen Zhihuai hooked the corners of his lips: "The more you talk, the more false you are."

Qiaobo couldn't keep bragging at first, but when he saw his reaction, he suddenly became interested again, as if he wanted to blow him up to goosebumps: "I'm telling the truth, you see you are young, not only have a successful career, You are still in the kitchen under the living room, the key is that you are also good-looking, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, handsome and unrestrained, and as a man, your eyelashes are longer than others! If I were a woman, I would marry you on the spot!"

Chen Zhihuai listened with great interest, and said, "I like men."

Qiao Bo froze, I fucking know you like men, I'm just exaggerating, you can't cooperate and just listen to me, and suddenly tell me why you like men!What are you doing!

Qiao Bo closed his mouth and asked dryly, "Are you teasing me?"

Chen Zhihuai: "Aren't you teasing me?"

"I must be sick. Why do I still flirt with you if you have someone you like?"

After finishing speaking, Qiao Bo felt that something was wrong, and retorted: "Whoever is in a hurry wants to moles you, a big man!"

Chen Zhihuai put down his chopsticks: "How do you know I have someone I like?"

Qiao Bo smiled triumphantly: "I also know his name is Huang Xing."

Chen Zhihuai was stunned: "How do you know?"

Qiao Bo clicked on the bedroom: "There is only one picture of the whole family, and they are still strangers, not who is your sweetheart? As for the name... I played your game when you were at work."

The name of Chen Zhihuai's game is Huang Xing. He started playing the game casually, but it was seen through by others at a glance.

Qiao Bo bit his chopsticks: "I didn't expect you to be quite infatuated."

Chen Zhihuai paused, then slowly raised his head to look at him with scrutiny, after a while, he smiled and said, "He doesn't like me."

what?

"Huang Xing is a very good person. I admire him very much. As a marriage partner, he is the most suitable candidate. Unfortunately, he fell in love with a boy. That boy...is useless."

Qiao Bo spewed out a mouthful of rice, his face flushed from coughing, Qiao Bo pointed to Chen Zhihuai, the warning was very obvious, but before he lasted a second, he was coughed crazily, Chen Zhihuai was busy I took water and didn't even see it.

Qiaobo hit his chest depressedly, thinking, what the hell is he talking about? ?Bei Xun is useless? ? ? ?You insurance seller dare to say that about my nephew, if I didn't live in your house, I would kill you with one knife!

After taking a sip of water and stabilizing himself, Qiao Bo supported the dining table with one hand, and said as if he had suffered an internal injury, "Go on."

"Ah?" Chen Zhihuai didn't understand Qiao Bo, but he continued to follow the topic just now: "Lu Xing is a very responsible man. If he chooses to be with that child, Huang Xing will be very tired. One day I will break up, I have waited for him for many years, it might as well wait for a few more years."

Qiao Bo clapped his hands expressionlessly: "Wow, what a touching love."

"..." Chen Zhihuai didn't understand how his ability to ridicule was so strong.

After the two of them had dinner, Qiao Bo went back to the room directly, wondering if he doubted his identity as the Porcelain Man, Chen Zhihuai was very wary of him, the room he chose was also the one next door, Chen Zhihuai could hear it as soon as he opened the door.

Qiao Bo is a smart person, he understood Chen Zhihuai's intentions at a glance, he thought to himself, this insurance salesman looks kind and gentle in his speech and deeds, but in fact he should be on guard against a lot, heh, he looks like a beast.

Qiao Bo turned the wheelchair back to the door, looked back to see that Chen Zhihuai was packing up the dishes, he quickly entered the door, locked the door, jumped up from the wheelchair, hopped to the table with one leg, picked up the mobile phone and prepared to call He Beixun .

It turns out that kid Lu Chen really likes Bei Xun, and that's right, Bei Xun is tall and handsome, and he has to bend his straight ones, so what is that boy Bei Xun afraid of every day?

Before the phone was dialed, Bei Xun's call came, and Qiao Bo laughed happily, thinking that he was indeed a nephew, and he had a good understanding.

"Hey."

"Uncle, what's the matter with you recently? Nothing happened to you, right? Then Boss Chen won't embarrass you, right?"

"No, he's just a solid-eyed fool, how can he play me better."

"Then why don't you come back?"

"Isn't it because of you? For you, I will hold him back myself." Qiaobo said halfway, thinking that he was free to call him now, and he must have not looked for anyone, so he suddenly became angry: "Your matter is settled." Is it over? When it's over, hurry back with me."

He Beixun said guiltily, "Not yet."

"Let me tell you, He Beixun, after three days, no matter what you want, you must follow me."

"Isn't it five days?"

"Shrunk, three days!"

He Beixun said in embarrassment: "Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, I'll go find him tomorrow."

Qiao Bo's heart softened, and he comforted him: "Don't worry, I got the word out from Chen, that Huang Xing really likes you, Chen Zhihuai has no chance, and he doesn't want to take advantage of the fire, he doesn't want to go to Huang Xing at all."

He Beixun grasped the key point: "Then why are you still staying there? Come back."

Qiao Bo hesitated: "I still have something to do... besides, it's fun to tease him. I'll wait for you to finish before going back."

Qiao Bo came to his senses: "Why did you hear that Huang Xing likes you, aren't you surprised? Shouldn't you jump on the roof to expose the tiles according to your personality?"

He Beixun leaned on the head of the bed, trying to calm his voice: "I know, I just have no face to see him."

Qiaobo rolled his eyes, and complained mercilessly: "What are you pretending to be a wolf with a big tail? When someone runs away and can't find it, I'll see where you cry."

The next day, He Daweilang bought a bouquet of roses and ran to the period.

Standing in the long-lost store, He Beixun stared at Xiao Ke.

He Beixun asked, "Where's your store manager?"

Xiao Ke said: "My store manager is not here."

After speaking, the two fell into a strange silence again, feeling that this kind of dialogue had been experienced somewhere before.

In particular, He Beixun was still in formal attire today, holding the same red rose in his hand, and the color of his hair was dyed black again. This change fell into the eyes of others, and he felt like returning to the past in a trance.

Those who felt this way also had Huang Xing who was standing at the door and just came back from shopping. He was still carrying a big bag of things, and he kept pushing the door, staying in place.

He Beixun noticed something, turned his head, looked at Huang Xing at the door, and felt sour all the way to the bottom of his heart. After a sharp blow, it spread shallowly.

I miss you, Huang Xing.