The flash marriage object is wrong

eyes, and smiled awkwardly, "Haha, I'm sorry brother, I'm just a fast talker."

Haha, his roommate is like an unrequited lover!

Su Ziming shook his head, expressing that he didn't mind, and said that next time he had time to have dinner together.

After a simple exchange, they walked forward quickly.

Qin Heng looked at the other person's back and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Just standing there, like an abandoned puppy.

Wei Zong's smile became even stiffer.

Haha, I knew he wouldn't have come here.

Haha, but Qin Heng looks really miserable!It turns out that the grass will also lose love!

Ha, I can't stop laughing.

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It can be hard to manage your free time when you're away from the office.

It was still early when he got home, Su Ziming thought that he could simply take a look at the situation of other studios and analyze the advantages and disadvantages, but it took two hours to look at it.

Su Ziming looked at the three o'clock on the phone, then got up silently and went to the desk to turn on the computer.

No wonder some people said that after resigning for a period of time, it will be difficult to adapt to the workplace again.

It's only his second day now, yet he's so decadent!

Thinking of the money in the card, Su Ziming clapped his hands vigorously, making a crisp sound, as if to cheer himself up!

Whether it's play or work, it's really easy to ignore time once you get serious.

When he was in the company before, people from the outside team would knock on the door and ask him if he needed to order takeaway, but now that he is alone at home, no one will remind him.

However, Su Ziming looked like one person, but actually there were two people!

When the cheerful mobile phone rang, Su Ziming was analyzing the axial problem, staring at the data on the computer seriously, without even blinking!

So when the special song for the elderly suddenly sounded in the quiet room, Su Ziming was in a daze.

I was not startled by the strange source of the track, but by the sudden loud sound.

He stretched out his hand to silently cover his heart, and he was relieved to answer the phone after hearing that his heart was still beating.

Because I was frightened, I was powerless to speak.

"Hey?"

"Brother Ziming! What's wrong with you? Are you too hungry!"

On the other end of the phone, Qin Heng carefully avoided the crowd, showing worry on his face. He didn't expect that there would be a sudden emergency, and he would miss cooking for Su Ziming, so he called Su Ziming to go out to eat.

Hearing it was Qin Heng's voice, Su Ziming regained his energy in an instant, as if he could already smell the aroma of food.

Su Ziming: "No, are you coming back?"

There was a hint of expectation in his tone.

However, the result is destined to disappoint him...

Hearing the expectation in Su Ziming's words, Qin Heng gritted his teeth angrily, "I'm sorry Brother Ziming, I won't be back for a while, I'm afraid it will take more than an hour, or you can go out to eat first!"

Qin Heng only hated himself for not being able to go home immediately, how could he disappoint the expectations of the person he likes!

"It's okay, then I'll wait for you to come back!" Su Ziming responded with a smile, not wanting to disturb Qin Heng because of his own reasons, "Then if you have something to do, get busy first, don't delay the business."

"Okay... Goodbye, Brother Ziming."

"Goodbye."

With a beep, Su Ziming hung up the phone very readily. Although at first he was a little disappointed when he heard that Qin Heng couldn't come back immediately, he soon thought of what he wanted to do before.

Like cooking!

Qin Heng can do it, so can he!

So confident Su Ziming quickly read the remaining data, and then went out with his mobile phone.

When cooking, the most important thing is naturally fresh ingredients.

And Qin Heng, who was hung up, put the phone back in his backpack with a low expression, walked quickly back to the room and sat down, adjusting the strings in his hand with his slender and fair fingers.

Seeing Qin Heng's expression, the few people on the side didn't dare to say a word, and silently adjusted the instrument they were going to use.

Until the people who went to buy drinks came back, one of the girls in a long white dress came up to Qin Heng with a cup of peach-flavored drink, and said softly, "Senior Qin, let's have some drinks."

The pink bottle represents the little girl's unique thoughts, not to mention that she has inquired about Qin Heng's hobbies, he should like peach flavor.

Qin Heng paused his fingers adjusting the strings, and his eyes fell on the pink packaging bottle.

What to do, the favorite pink can't save his lost mood.

"Thank you, but I don't like peach-flavored drinks." He picked up the piano, went straight to the drink place, and took a bottle of Coke.

At this time, we can only try the fat house water.

Everyone who didn't know what Qin Heng was thinking subconsciously took a deep breath, and looked at the girl in the long skirt with embarrassment and disappointment and smiled very reluctantly, "Sorry, I didn't know that senior doesn't like the smell of peaches."

Facing the girl's apology, Qin Heng was a little confused, but he still nodded and reminded, "It's okay, but I will take the drinks myself, and you don't have to walk back and forth in a long skirt."

Girls are more troublesome than boys. The long skirts go back and forth and you may trip yourself at any time.

"Thank you senior for your concern!" Mo Chenxi showed a shy smile, and all the loss just now disappeared in an instant.

When she left, she deliberately lifted the hem of her skirt, and the carelessness on her face was self-evident.

The girl sitting next to Mo Chenxi was hesitant to speak. She was chased by Qin Heng's roommate recently, and she asked about Qin Heng's affairs in a moment of gossip.

But she dared not speak, for fear of hurting her peace.

Before half of the drink was drunk, the staff came in to inform the outside that the preparations were almost ready, and asked everyone to change their clothes and put on their makeup.

Qin Heng got up and put his backpack in a fixed box, picked up the suit he borrowed from the school, and went to the locker room to change.

Evening glory, this is just the beginning.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the last note in the concert hall fell.

The audience was full of warm applause, and both the teachers and the audience showed satisfied smiles.

The performers on the stage bowed their heads to pay tribute, and as the curtain fell, they slowly walked backstage.

Of course, for most people, this is the time to relax after a tense performance, but for Qin Heng, this is the beginning of tension.

Protecting the violin in his arms, he quickly headed towards the waiting room, put the violin into a wooden box, and handed it to the roommate who came after him.

"Just put it on my bed for me!"

Qin Heng didn't live on campus, but there was a special bed for him to play musical instruments, and this violin was one of them.

Before the roommate had time to speak, Qin Heng had already closed the door, and immediately took off his performance clothes in the waiting room, changed into a sweater and jeans, and carried a backpack with a mobile phone on his back.

"I'm in a hurry, take care of this suit, and come back to treat you to dinner!"

He was talking in a hurry, the hair on his head was messed up by the operation just now, and the mature hairstyle was finally beaten back to its original shape, and he was randomly grabbed a few times with one hand, so as not to let the bangs cover his eyes .

Qin Heng didn't leave immediately, he was waiting for the other party's response.

The roommate came back to his senses, nodded slowly, and then saw Qin Heng turn around and open the door to leave.

In an instant, even his back disappeared.

"What's the rush? It's so urgent. It's never been like this before!"

Li Yiran put his flute away first, and then began to tidy up the wrinkled clothes that Qin Heng had made. It was only halfway through, when the rest of the people came back.

Among them, Mo Chenxi, the flower tie, walked in front of him, reached out and took Qin Heng's shirt away.

"Is this Qin Heng's clothes? Has he left?"

Although it was expected, Mo Chenxi still felt it was a pity. They all agreed to have dinner together later, but now Qin Heng is missing.

If they hadn't stopped her just now, would they have had a chance to talk to Qin Heng?

Li Yiran didn't like Mo Chenxi, he just treated him like an ordinary school girl, nodded and said: "Well, Qin Heng asked me to help him with his clothes, if you want to find him, school girl, you can wait until tomorrow."

He was talking, but his eyes were fixed on his clothes.

It's not that he is worrying unfoundedly, maybe this clothes will be robbed by someone, and it's not like he hasn't met such a person before!

Mo Chenxi subconsciously squeezed the shirt in his hand, and said softly: "Why not, why don't I help the senior wash it and return it to the school!"

The flower is naturally not bad, its face is like a silver plate, its faint willow leaf eyebrows are not like the frailty of ordinary girls, and its pair of red phoenix eyes are full of beauty.

Li Yiran's face darkened, and he immediately snatched the shirt back, explaining the reason more politely.

"Thank you for your kindness, but Qin Heng is very stubborn. If you let him know that I didn't take it back, he will definitely be angry. You don't want to make Qin Heng angry, girl, do you?"

The people in the waiting room not only followed the two of them, but one of them couldn't stand it anymore and said, "It's just a change of clothes, it doesn't matter who helps, so don't worry about it?"

Li Yiran didn't accept this, and said coldly: "Then you call Qin Heng to ask now, anyway, he is not here, so what you said before must be carried out."

After finishing speaking, he was too lazy to stay here. He picked up his clothes and walked outside. He didn't need to return the instrument, the flute was his own.

Mo Chenxi watched Li Yiran leave disappointedly, with tears in his eyes.

Someone comforted him in a low voice, and then offered to help Mo Chenxi deliver the musical instrument downstairs to the dormitory, but Mo Chenxi flatly refused, and left with the cello and the girl beside him.

The subway passes quickly underground, and the windows are billboards that flicker from time to time.