From Pokfulam to Central

The door of Qu Zhi's house was hurriedly opened and then closed again.

From that night onwards, Zhou Mi naturally stayed at Qu Zhi's house, and very consciously assumed the role of the househusband, sweeping the floor, mopping the floor, doing the laundry, washing the dishes, and doing everything right.

Qu Zhi turned around and didn't work overtime because Zhou Mi ordered him to come back and eat the dinner he cooked.

When Qu Zhi entered, Zhou Mi had just brought the last dish to the table, and he said cheerfully, "You are back, go and change your clothes and wash your hands, I cook what you like."

Qu Zhi didn't take this seriously. He originally thought that it would be good enough to eat directly after get off work, and he didn't even expect the taste of the food, but after he sat down, he was taken aback, "How do you know I like these?"

Zhou Mi beamed with joy and complacently said, "I've been living with you for a year, how can I still not know what you like to eat?"

Hearing this, Qu Zhi took out his chopsticks and tapped Zhou Mi hard on the back of his hand, "Talk to me well, it was called co-renting before, how did you say it became cohabitation?"

Zhou Mi was not angry when he was beaten, and asked meanly: "Then you are admitting that we are living together now?"

Qu Zhi was so embarrassed by being teased, he raised his hand to put a piece of delicious-looking braised pork in Zhou Mi's bowl, and said with feigned anger, "Okay, okay, eat quickly, eating won't stop you Mouth!"

Hearing this, Zhou Mi put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand, moved from the opposite side of Qu Zhi to the seat next to him, then put his hand on Qu Zhi's leg and touched it leeringly, leaned close to his ear and said, "I really can't stop me from eating. mouth, eat you."

Qu Zhi kicked Zhou Milian and the chair one meter away, and disciplined him, "You eat honestly."

Zhou Mi curled his lips, moved back to Qu Zhi's side, and asked Jiao Didi, "Then can you eat after dinner?"

"No." Qu Zhi took two mouthfuls of rice, his cheeks were bulging, "Last night, I was so late last night that I was out of shape during the day. I didn't finish a lot of work. Gotta keep going."

Zhou Mi pursed his lips and tried to argue with reason: "It was late yesterday because you insisted that the wound on my back should be treated quickly, and that I had no medicine at home and had to go to a pharmacy far away to buy it in the middle of the night... ..."

"Hey," Qu Zhi put down his chopsticks and glared at Zhou Mi when he heard that the tone was wrong, "I dare say that my good intentions have been treated like a donkey's liver and lungs, right? When you dozed off and got scolded by the boss, I think your conscience might have been eaten by a dog, right?"

When Zhou Mi heard that Qu Zhi was so miserable, he immediately couldn't bear to joke anymore, picked up his chopsticks and offered them with both hands: "Oh, well, well, it's my fault, I'm wronged, then you should eat more and love it." I'm not mad at you anymore."

Qu Zhi took the chopsticks again, thinking, this is more or less the same.

After dinner, Zhou Mi cleaned up all the dishes, and Qu Zhi was already working when he came out of the kitchen.

Going to the desk, Zhou Mi noticed that the glasses that Qu Zhi was wearing seemed familiar. After careful observation, he was able to confirm, and his heart suddenly warmed up, "You really wear the glasses I gave you..."

Qu Zhi cast a sideways glance at Zhou Mi inexplicably, and said while typing, "Of course, I wear it all the time when I read and write on the computer, such an expensive mirror, if I don't wear it, it will cost me thousands of dollars for it. "

Although Qu Zhi didn't admit that he was wearing this pair of glasses because someone gave them to him, but Zhou Mi knew that he was just being stubborn, so he was not to mention how happy he was, and limply hung himself on him.

Qu Zhi bent his back under Zhou Mi's pressure, but continued to do the work he was doing without any complaints, but suddenly something was stuffed into his ears, and then, a piece of familiar music came to his ears.

Qu Zhi looked back at Zhou Mi, only to find that he was holding an iPod in his hand, and said in surprise, "This is not..."

Zhou Mi nodded, "It's the one you gave me before. Even the songs stored in it are the ones you gave me. Every night when you're not by my side, I can only fall asleep by listening to this."

Qu Zhi felt sore, and suddenly he didn't know what to say. He turned his head and pulled Zhou Mi's hands to hug his chest. He stared at the computer screen for a long time without seeing a word, and finally said: "I After I came back from Hong Kong, I searched for it for a long time when I was packing up, but I didn’t find it, I thought it was lost somewhere..."

Zhou Mi kissed the top of Qu Zhi's head, filled with emotions for a moment, and only dared to speak after regaining his composure, "After you left Hong Kong, I also thought that I would never find you again."

The eye sockets of the two were red, and they could hear each other's nasal breathing.Considering that Qu Zhi still had to work, Zhou Mi didn't want his mood to be affected, so he randomly picked up a topic to interrupt: "Hey, what files are you working on on this computer, is it a new case?"

Qu Zhi changed the channel following Zhou Mi's changed topic, and replied, "Well, it's a civil lawsuit."

"Oh, what kind of dispute is it?" As soon as the words came out, Zhou Mi suddenly realized that he probably shouldn't bother asking, and laughed at himself: "Hey, I forgot, do you all have to sign a non-disclosure agreement, then don't tell me gone."

Speaking of this case, Qu Zhi frowned slightly worriedly, stared at the screen hesitantly and said: "Actually, there is nothing we can't say, anyway, in this document, the identity of the plaintiff and the defendant has been concealed. In short In short, a husband borrowed money from an outside loan company without his wife's knowledge. Now that the loan is due, the lender demands repayment but cannot find the borrower, so he can only sue the wife on the grounds of joint debt. .”

Zhou Mi heard that the plot was inexplicably familiar. Isn't this the same as what Qu Zhi had experienced before? After careful weighing, he tentatively asked: "Then you, are you representing that wife..."

Qu Zhi knew that Zhou Mi understood, and forced a smile when he looked back, "No, it's the plaintiff."

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