The Boyfriend Return Policy

Xu Du ran away in desperation, picked two of Zhou Jixing's favorite dishes from the table and put them in the microwave to heat them up.

Zhou Jixing's cuffs were rolled up, revealing a strong wrist, and his left and right hands held a bowl of dried noodles. He put them on the table, and then sat down, steaming on Zhou Jixing's face, bringing the homely flavor closer .

"Did you cook it for me?" Xu Du pulled out his chair and sat down. He looked at the bowl of noodles in front of him. It was no longer bare vermicelli. There was soup, chopped green onion, and a very beautifully fried poached egg, which was the highest among Xu Du. The standard is much higher.

"Yeah." Zhou Jixing handed him the chopsticks.

Xu Du took his chopsticks, stirred the noodles in the bowl, and wondered if there were two strangers in the novel who were forced to be together, and the rich one was glamorous and noble, who was nicknamed walking. Then he gradually discovered the various advantages of the one without money, such as...conquering his stomach first.

Obviously, Xu Du can only conquer him at best.

Xu Du: "How many days a week?"

Zhou Jixing was obviously hungry, unlike Xu Du, who kept stirring up the noodles one after another, gulping down the noodles: "I'm listening."

"Don't you have a good memory?" Xu Du raised his face suddenly, and finished smiling maliciously.

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Xu Du: "Retell me what you said that day at the Civil Affairs Office."

Zhou Jixing: "Cough..."

At this age, Xu Du really can't act like a little girl, chasing Zhou Jixing and asking what exactly do you like about me, and when exactly did you start liking me.

If it was possible ten years earlier, or earlier, Xu Du wanted to take him home from the moment Zhou Jixing walked out of the mountain. He was three years older than him. When he was in high school, the nurse Zhou Jixing, who was still in junior high school, put his arms around his arm and forced him to call him brother because of his height.

When he goes to college, he will send tutoring books to Zhou Jixing, and let Teacher Zhuang beat him if he can't finish writing.

Family affection can make up for it, and the unexperienced student days will not affect his current brilliance, but Xu Du still wants him to be like a normal person, step by step from kindergarten to elementary school, to middle school and then take a university entrance exam, education is second. It's just that those student years are missed and will no longer exist.

In the soft night, a dining table was filled with leftovers from the New Year's Eve dinner. They sat opposite each other in the vacant seat, and when they looked up, they could see each other's appearance in their eyes.

This day is special, the end is reassuring, and the beginning is also looking forward to.

Xu Du smiled: "Let's go out later."

Although they used to be fine, at most they just moved their hands and mouths, but now it's embarrassing to turn over old scores.

Zhou Jixing: "Can you keep this atmosphere for a while longer?"

"Come on." Xu Du raised his chopsticks and tapped on the edge of his bowl, "Is this the first day we met? They are in an ambiguous relationship and married, and we have reached the sky in one step. We have quarreled and quarreled, and we are not happy. I know you I have a bad temper and low self-esteem. I don’t want to say that I just poke the wound in my heart. You also know that I’m lazy and annoying when it’s hot and annoying when it’s cold. We’re so familiar and you still expect us to have a little time together. Fresh love?"

Zhou Jixing helped his forehead: "Okay..."

After eating noodles, Zhou Jixing washed the dishes, Xu Du came out of the room and threw his coat to him.

Zhou Jixing hadn't wiped off the water on his hands, so he ruined his clothes, but fortunately Xiaobing was not there, otherwise it would be very distressing to see.

"Where are you going?" Zhou Jixing put on his coat.

"Not far."

Not far away, I put on the scarves.

After both of them put their shoes on, Xu Du touched his pocket and found that he didn't have the car keys. He asked Zhou Jixing, "Have you got the car keys?"

Zhou Jixing: "...Are you sure it's not far away?"

Xu Du was happy, and patted Zhou Jixing on the shoulder: "Young man, what are you afraid of, I won't sell you out."

Day of the week: "..."

The young man didn't care about the middle-aged man, opened the door, and walked in front. Xu Du gathered up the scarf, and poked Zhou Jixing on the arm: "When you first came to my house, you asked me to carry things all the way. , when you get to the door, you just carry it over and pretend to be good, remember?"

Zhou Jixing: "... I don't remember."

The more Xu Du looked at him embarrassed, the more embarrassing he became: "And you threw me into the trash can, took off my pants downstairs in my house, threatened me at the back door of the hospital, deliberately teased me on the set..."

Day of the week: "..."

Xu Du continued to count: "Tell my mom that I hid the instant noodles, so I haven't eaten instant noodles until now. During the time before the show, they used cold violence against me. I kicked my ass even if I took any medicine!"

Day of the week: "..."

Xu Du: "And you... ah, fuck..."

Xu Du waved his paws, and pulled away Zhou Jixing's hand that was pressing on his head: "I told you this is considered domestic violence now, did you make it?"

Zhou Jixing changed his hands and pinched the back of Xu Du's neck. He had been inside for half a day, and his hands didn't get hot, just because he was young, when he got old, he would definitely feel pain in his bones.

The young Uncle Zhou didn't even think about whether his bones hurt when he was old. He pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled darkly: "Well, you go ahead and talk about it."

Xu Du shrank his neck in the cold, and the more he shrank, the more he walked around, Xu Du simply stretched his neck, and howled: "Don't! How can it be enough to settle accounts? What if I just tell you your fate? I'll count you out of the long pavilion." , beside the ancient road, in the grassy sky."

As soon as the words fell, both of them froze.

Immediately they all laughed.

Xu Du poked Zhou Jixing's arm: "I've had more fights since I met you than I did in the previous 30 years."

Zhou Jixing raised Xu Du's hand, and kissed his fingertips. Xu Du withdrew his hand a little unaccustomed, bent behind his back, and rubbed the finger that was kissed in his palm: "Speak as you speak. , don’t keep moving your hands and feet.”

"Don't you think I'm not good enough for you?" Facts have proved that the No. [-] character of the White Lotus Virgin's Heart Man who Zhou Jixing has been playing for so many years is not for nothing. If he is willing, you will not feel the slightest discomfort with his gestures.

The suit jacket on his body was neatly trimmed, the clean neckline was close to his neck, and his outstanding facial features overwhelmed the play of the loose home pants. He leaned over slightly, and made a gentlemanly gesture of invitation to Xu Du: "Then may I ask you?" Mr. Xu, do you want Xiaosheng to do something for you when you come out at night?"

Xu Du was stunned for a moment, turned his head away, covered his face with one hand, and laughed so hard that his shoulders kept shaking: "Hahaha, don't do this, I'm not used to it, how many times a week, I really don't want to repeat what you said before. Those words are too embarrassing hahaha..."

Day of the week: "..."

The ghost knows that the longer he lives, the blinder he becomes...