cross the madman's wish

Early the next morning, someone knocked on Zhou Qitian's bedroom door: "Brother Zhou, get up quickly, I've brought you something!"

A hint of impatience flashed across Zhou Qitian's sleeping face, and he instinctively lifted the quilt up, covered his ears and continued to sleep.

Seeing that no one opened the door, Yuan Qi scratched his head and said to himself, "Did you go out for a stroll?"

Zhou Ye happened to be brushing his teeth and passing by this way. Hearing Yuan Qi's words, he snorted coldly with disdain: "Just like you, you want to knock on my brother's door?"

Yuan Qi rolled his eyes, and spread his hands at him: "You can go ahead."

"Cut, put it on." Zhou Ye put the water glass and the toothbrush stained with toothpaste foam into Yuan Qi's hand, and slapped the door quickly under his disgusted eyes. The speed was unmatched. At the same time, he shouted rhythmically: "Open the door, open the door, don't hide in it and make no noise, I know you are at home, you have the ability to sleep in, why can't you open the door. Open the door, you have the ability to sleep in, do you have the ability to sleep in? Open the door if you can, open the door, open the door, open the door quickly, cousin, open the door quickly, don’t hide inside and don’t make a sound, I know you are at home.”

Then there was a loud bang, the sound of something heavy hitting the door.

Zhou Ye stopped, with a proud face: "Just wait, my cousin will open the door in a while."

Yuan Qi said coolly from the side: "Your hand speed, you must be single."

Zhou Ye's face darkened: "I want you to take care of it." Then he heard the sound of getting up in the room, and hurried away.

The moldy Yuan Qi stood at the door under the pressure. After a while, the bedroom door opened. Zhou Qitian's handsome face was full of unhappiness. He picked up the cell phone that was killed on the ground and saw Yuan Qi at the door. Frowning, his voice was hoarse: "It's early in the morning, what's the matter?"

Yuan Qi quickly explained: "The meal is ready, the president asked me to come up and tell you to go down for breakfast."

Zhou Qitian raised his chin slightly, full of displeasure at being woken up: "That's it?"

Although Zhou Qitian wasn't angry, Yuan Qi still faintly felt the repressed anger. Could it be that this is the legendary Qi of getting up?

In order to avoid the volcanic eruption, Yuan Qi had no choice but to save his life: "Boss has already investigated the clues to your next world, brother Zhou, and is waiting downstairs to discuss with you."

Zhou Qitian's expression eased slightly: "Okay, wait for me, I haven't washed yet."

Yuan Qi took a step back with a hippie smile: "Brother Zhou, you are busy, we will wait for you downstairs."

Woohoo, Zhou Ye's brother, who has the aura of getting up, has such a strong aura, he is so scared, and he was tricked by Zhou Ye again.

Seeing Yuan Qi turned around to leave, Zhou Qitian added: "By the way, you don't have to call me for breakfast in the future, I don't have the habit of eating breakfast."

"Okay Brother Zhou, no problem Brother Zhou."

After Yuan Qi walked away, Zhou Qitian rubbed his face, and then he felt refreshed, and turned to wash.

After about five or six minutes, the door opened again.

Downstairs in the dining room, Tang Yancheng was watching the morning news. The morning sun hit his body, covering him with a circle of golden light. The man was sitting there with picturesque eyes, indifferent and noble. He heard some movement from upstairs. The man raised his head slightly and met his gaze.

Standing at the stairs, Zhou Qitian saw this scene, rubbed his nose unnaturally, and said hello: "Morning, President."

Tang Yancheng raised his wrist and glanced at the time: "It's getting late."

"It's true." Zhou Qitian curled his lips indifferently and walked down.

Pulling out the chair and sitting down, the backlight was turned off, and Tang Yancheng was clearly wearing a gray silk pajamas. This was the first time he saw him in home clothes, without the aggressiveness of military uniform.

Thinking of this, Zhou Qitian said, "I thought you were a soldier in the army."

Tang Yancheng pulled the chair forward a little and got closer to him: "You think it's right."

"I did serve the army, but I was relatively free compared to others."

Zhou Qitian nodded and didn't continue to ask. Firstly, he didn't know him too well, and secondly, it was inconvenient for others to disclose it if it involved secrets.

On the dining table was a thick and delicious lean meat porridge. Tang Yancheng got up and made a bowl for him. While Zhou Qitian was drinking the porridge, he handed a report to him: "Here is the information about your next world." , you can watch while eating."

Zhou Qitian picked it up, but instead of flipping through it immediately, he asked, "How do you know what my next world is?"

Tang Yancheng crossed his fingers on the table, and said in a calm tone, "It seems that you are either too lazy or indifferent, haven't you even studied your own hand number?"

Zhou Qitian's expression froze a little, as if it was true, since he woke up yesterday and looked at the points, he seemed to have never studied this thing on his wrist again.

Looking at his expression, Tang Yancheng also understood that he didn't look at it at all, so he could only explain helplessly: "I formed a team with you during dinner last night, and then I have a reminder here. According to the information provided above, Then I collected this information."

Zhou Qitian nodded, probably understood, and turned on the screen on his wrist, and the main page displayed: Reminder: The next world [Two or three things about a sick boy]