The Boyfriend Return Policy

Zhang Qiong: "It's really enough for you, come here to relax and fall in love, why are you always talking about work?"

Kong Fansen laughed loudly: "My wife is right, come, let me toast my dear wife."

Kong Fansen raised his glass and said emotionally: "Honey, we have been together for several years, we are both busy, even getting married is in a hurry, during this time, it is great to be with you every day .”

Zhang Qiong clinked glasses with him: "I know all about it."

"Sister." Qin Hui looked at the senior clinking glasses, and suddenly turned his head.

Tao Dong: "Huh?"

Qin Hui looked into her eyes: "I love you."

Tao Dong's eyelashes visibly trembled, panic flashed across his eyes, and then he showed a happy smile: "Me too."

At the end of the program, Angkor sent them each a pink letterhead with the same fragrance as the original rose. The beginning of pink is also the end of pink: "Our life is too long, and we will meet too many people. In this long journey of life, you bear different identities. You can have this person by your side. TA will accompany you to watch the sun rise to sunset at the beach. TA will accompany you through the tunnel to see the end of the light. In this life, We will have too much together with TA."

"On the first day of the recording of the program, you gave each other a score. No one knew about it except you. We traveled together through the icy and snowy northern scenery and held each other's hands at the northernmost tip of China. The program team hopes that you will I can write a letter for the other party today, and I hope you can ask yourself in your heart, what does that initial score look like now?"

"Tomorrow's last journey, we will lead you to the northernmost post office. You can mail the envelopes in your hands to each other, drawing a perfect end to our journey."

They each went back to their rooms, Zhou Jixing went to take a shower, his pink letterhead was on the table, thinking about it now, I don't know what score Zhou Jixing gave him in the first place.

Anyway, Zhou Jixing has no room for him to retreat.

Xu Du had an occupational disease of carrying a pen with him. He was sitting in a rocking chair in the room, with two thick pillows on his back, and the gel pen was spinning on his fingertips.

To be honest, Xu Du didn't know what to write?

Big men don't have the skill of sensationalism.

Besides, he couldn't provoke Zhou Jixing.

It is said that it is sent, who knows if the program team will want to watch it.

It's all over and I'm going back to find my own mothers, and it's just as annoying as a final exam.

Zhou Jixing came back from the shower with a towel on his shoulders, his body exuded a faint smell after the bath, he lifted Xu Du out of the rocking chair, and occupied the magpie's nest by himself. Not feeling embarrassed, he kicked Xu Du's ass after it was over: "Go take a shower, it stinks to death."

Xu Du grinned in disgust, it stinks to death.

On the last night in Mohe, it was as quiet as ever.

Wang Jingcheng, Yu Qing, Kong Fansen, Zhang Qiong, Qin Hui, Tao Dong... These people will fade out of his sight in the future.

Xu Du fell asleep with his back to Zhou Jixing. Looking at the wall in front of him, he stretched out his hand to scratch the wall. The wall was warmed by the heat, and a little warmth spread along his fingertips. Xu Du slowly closed his eyes. squinted.

.........

On the last day, all the people woke up at seven o'clock as usual, washed up, and then gathered in the living room.

Zhou Jixing and Xu Du arrived last.

There is no other reason, other actresses have put on light makeup, Xu Du is still tossing with his eyebrows, seeing other little girls draw casually, and only when I get started will I know the hardships-let alone painting Once it’s aligned, it’s even difficult to draw it naturally, just smear it twice and you’ll be Crayon Shin-Chan.

"Fuck!" Xu Du threw away the eyebrow pencil, and his face was almost in the mirror.

Zhou Jixing put on his sweater: "Turn around and let me have a look."

As soon as Xu Du turned his head, Zhou Jixing laughed, which really didn't give him any face.

Xu Du: "..."

"Let's go." As soon as Zhou Jixing wrapped his coat, he was ready to leave.

One step, two steps...

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Xu Du realized that the room was only this big, and Zhou Ji walked to the door in two or three steps. Seeing that he was about to leave, Xu Du gritted his teeth. Anyway, this kind of embarrassment did not happen once or twice. : "Wait! Help me draw my eyebrows before leaving!"

Zhou Jixing turned his heels and raised an eyebrow towards Xu Du: "Is that how you beg?"

please mom!

Xu Du raised a hand expressionlessly, the movement was so abrupt that there was a strange feeling, the index finger and middle finger hooked together, like a chicken paw.

Zhou Jixing slapped his eyelashes subtly, and then watched Xu Du fall from one end of the pretentious peak, the chicken paw landed on the palm of the other hand, pretended to be pretentious for two seconds, then bent, and made a The posture of the villain kneeling.

"I beg you."

"Ah..." Zhou Jixing's mouth twitched, not knowing what to say, he pinched his waist with one hand and his forehead with the other, "Silly boy."

Zhou Jixing still walked towards Xu Du, took the table and was almost ruined by Xu Du's eyebrow pencil: "Sit down."

Xu Du sat down like a primary school student, and very consciously closed his eyes obediently like last time, even with his eyes closed, he could still feel that Zhou Jixing was right in front of him.

Human eyelids are relatively thin, and a small part of sunlight penetrates into the pupils. In addition, there are blood vessels on the eyelids. When a person closes his eyes, the world is red under the light.

Zhou Jixing's figure is like a shadow puppet in this red curtain, making every move.

Xu Du: "Hello."

Normal people only need to draw according to their own eyebrow shape, but Xu Du is different, he is a man who has completely lost his eyebrows.

The shape of the eyebrows is all saved by the eyebrow pencil. Zhou Jixing himself has never painted his own eyebrows a few times. To Xu Du, it all depends on his IQ. He is immersed in showing his IQ and has no time to pay attention to him. After roughly looking at it, it was still aligned, and screwed on the eyebrow pencil: "Let's go."

Xu Du opened his eyes when he heard this, and raised his hand to touch his eyebrows, but he was afraid that if he did, he would rub them off: "Are you alright?"

On the last day, things were packed last night, Zhou Jixing pulled up the suitcase, took a step ahead, leaving Xu Du behind and shouted: "Will I die soon? Will I die?"

He was alone, and Xu Du didn't want to waste any more time, so he quickly put on his coat, put on his backpack, quickly grabbed the scarf in one hand, and followed him out with the suitcase in the other.

Xu Du was the last person to arrive. As soon as he arrived, several pairs of eyes looked over. If it wasn't Xu Du's illusion, he saw a few words in their eyes—I understand.

Xu Du: "..."

Angkor: "Okay, everyone is here, today is our last stop, let's get on the bus!"

Their luggage had already been loaded into the car, and it was just a matter of Zhou Jixing and Xu Du. Xu Du dragged the suitcase and walked behind the crowd. Tao Dong walked over and asked him in a low voice, "Does your back hurt?"