Calculation rules for second-hand goods and second-hand forces

"Student reunion?" Zhao Xiaofu looked up at Yan Luoqing from his busy schedule.

It's not an exaggeration, he has to brush dungeons in the online game, command with his teammates, and scold and fight with the enemy on the world channel, he is really busy.

Yan Luoqing, who had just walked in from the door, took off her suit jacket generously in front of him, hung it on the rack, and pulled the tie below her throat, revealing her smooth and firm chest.

Zhao Xiaofu looked back at the computer screen, and the dungeon was cleared again.

While typing with his teammates, he said, "Talk." What did he just say about the class reunion?

Yan Luoqing had already pulled off his tie, "A few of our Liu Gao's classmates were here before, and recently they said they were going to get together."

Zhao Xiaofu set his account to automatically kill monsters, and looked back at him: "High school reunion?"

Yan Luoqing rubbed the back of her neck, and moved her cervical spine, "It's sort of, the small one."

Zhao Xiaofu had a complicated expression, "Oh..." In other words, the people at the party were his and Yan Luoqing's high school classmates?

I have no impression of those people, so I have no excitement or expectation at all.

Yan Luoqing observed his expression carefully, "If you are afraid of losing face, you don't have to go."

Zhao Xiaofu paused, his tone raised, "Shame? Why am I ashamed?"

Yan Luoqing looked at him and laughed.

Zhao Xiaofu was very uncomfortable being laughed at by him: It's not good, did I do something shameful before?

But if Yan Luoqing didn't take the initiative to speak up, he wouldn't take the initiative to ask.Some things are worse than not knowing, and he has a deep understanding.

After Zhao Xiaofu finished playing the game, he stopped and asked him, "When will it be?"

"Tomorrow morning, that coffee shop on the street." Yan Luoqing seemed a little surprised, "Are you going?"

"No." Zhao Xiaofu said absently, and re-entered the game copy.

Yan Luoqing returned to her room without saying anything.

Zhao Xiaofu, who said he would not go, was actually very emotional in his heart.

On the one hand, he really wants to know about his high school demeanor and his classmates; on the other hand, as soon as he shows up, the memory loss will inevitably be exposed, which will inevitably arouse unnecessary curiosity and attention, and will become a topic of conversation for others in the future. Maybe it's still a joke.

—Remember that Zhao Xiaofu, he lost his memory.

—Hahahaha, so funny, isn’t this the plot of a movie, what kind of amnesia is it?Is it the kind whose IQ is only 6 years old and can still speak?

.......

He shuddered at the thought of having such a conversation.

no.This kind of thing is not enough for outsiders.

For the sake of his fame, he had no choice but to choose not to go.

However, curiosity cannot be resisted by a mortal like him.

So the next day, after Yan Luoqing went out, Zhao Xiaofu sneaked to that coffee shop.

There were no boxes in that coffee shop, only grids separated by low wooden screens carved with simple and simple patterns.As long as Zhao Xiaofu chooses the right location, he can perfectly spy without being discovered by the enemy.

He succeeded in finding such a position.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Zhao Xiaofu was sitting on a table next to the corridor on the second floor, wearing a fur hat that swallowed all his hair, and holding a newspaper covering half of his face, condescending with a full sense of superiority.He experienced the intense pleasure of being a detective.He could see Yan Luoqing's movement by the window on the first floor at a glance.

Yan Luoqing is a person with a strong sense of time, and was the first to arrive.

Soon, other people came one after another, chatting with Yan Luoqing.

On Yan Luoqing's right sat a man in casual attire, drinking coffee while frowning, laughing and saying something.

Sitting directly opposite Yan Luoqing was an elegant-looking young woman, her delicate makeup was in direct proportion to the texture of her clothes, she held her mobile phone in front of Yan Luoqing, her lips parted slightly, as if she was showing him some photos ; On her left is a young man who is as delicate as her from head to toe, smiling all the time, but rarely speaks; on the right is a simple but delicate woman, sipping a drink while commenting, seems to speak well, Attracted nods of appreciation from the crowd.

While the five people were chatting and laughing, another man and a woman walked towards them arm in arm.

Seeing this couple, the two women opened their arms and cheered as if the casual man had been thrown a stone into the water.

The two sat on Yan Luoqing's left.

When Zhao Xiaofu saw their faces clearly, he couldn't help being surprised.

The woman in the couple was wearing a long lavender dress, her hair fell naturally to her shoulders, black and straight.She has a clear and proud face, with a calm expression, and her delicate and slender lips seem to be about to blurt out a bunch of harsh words at any time.

But this kind of appearance is very in line with Zhao Xiaofu's aesthetics. To use a popular word nowadays, it is very temperamental.

The point is, the elegant and handsome man among the couple turned out to be... Song Yuzhi.

Zhao Xiaofu took a big sip of coffee, barely letting the bitter taste cover up his astonishment.

Didn't Yan Luoqing say that she didn't know him that day?Then talk about customers.

It looks very familiar now.

Could it be that his pointing was not precise enough that day, so that Yan Luoqing saw another person at that time?Not impossible.It is not uncommon for the client to happen to be a classmate.

They chatted for a while, Yan Luoqing suddenly got up and walked towards the bathroom.

Zhao Xiaofu felt that he had almost peeped, and it was not interesting, thinking that he could leave after drinking the coffee in the cup.

The newspaper in Leng Buding's hand was torn apart, and an extremely familiar voice laughed: "It's upside down."

Zhao Xiaofu was so frightened that he almost fell off the chair, and stared at Yan Luoqing in front of him dumbfounded: "...you can recognize me like this." He glanced at the newspaper in his hand guiltily, and didn't take it down at all.Realizing that he was tricked again, he couldn't help but glared.

Yan Luoqing folded her chest and looked at him playfully: "Holmes Zhao?"

"Hey, I'm just curious, take a look, and let's go." Zhao Xiaofu confessed frankly.

Yan Luoqing opened the chair and sat down, pointing to the five people, "The man who looks very 2 is Wei xx, but you are not familiar with him; the two wearing famous brands are twin siblings, Wen xx And Wen ox, you are not familiar; the woman who looks like a teacher is Zhang xx, you are still not familiar. The woman in this couple is Zhanyan, your former back desk; the man is her college student The fiancé I know, surnamed Song, happens to be my client."

Of course, Yan Luoqing wouldn't say his name as xx or ox when he said it, but Zhao Xiaofu's brain has its own shielding system, which automatically classifies it as xx and ox.He had always hated remembering names.But he remembered Song Yuzhi's fiancée's name.

Show off your face, show your face and smile?

She really doesn't like to laugh.Did her parents foresee that this daughter would be unsmiling?

Zhao Xiaofu couldn't help laughing to himself, but when he turned his gaze, he found that Yan Luoqing was looking at him with a very serious expression, and couldn't help but feel a little nervous: "Aren't you going to stay with them?"

Yan Luoqing said, "Are you still going back?"

Zhao Xiaofu couldn't help but said: "What if I won't go back."

Yan Luoqing smiled and said, "Then go down and talk to everyone?"

The two looked at each other for a long time.

Two minutes later, the sour-eyed Zhao Xiaofu suffered a disastrous defeat, and walked away dejectedly with his tail between his legs.

Yan Luoqing watched his back when he went downstairs, Shi Shiran returned to his seat, and Song Yuzhi was chatting with others about the direction of financial investment.

Yan Luoqing smiled at Zhanyan in a low voice: "You are not a bad married lady."

"It's not anymore." Zhanyan glanced at him coquettishly, took out a beautiful card and handed it to him.

Yan Luoqing froze for a moment, then opened it, it was an invitation card.

He smiled sincerely, closed his eyes, and looked up at Zhanyan's beautiful black and white eyes: "It's a good marriage for a hundred years."

At dinner time, Zhao Xiaofu looked at the delicious dishes on the table, and fell into a deep obsession: The surname Yan was weird after he came back from the classmate reunion, what made him pick the pig's trotters so crystal clear?What makes him fry the duck tongue so fragrant and tough?Also, the cucumber is carved into a lotus shape, and the radish is carved into a star shape.Are you okay?Is this workmanship, this mind, the rhythm of participating in the National Chef Competition?There must be something inside!Is it possible...

Zhao Xiaofu glanced at Yan Luoqing who was drinking water, could it be that one of those women was his old friend, don't hug the beautiful woman, he was stimulated?

No, maybe that man is his old best friend... I guess there are still some bloody plots like bitter unrequited love, whether the bride is her or not him.

Absolutely possible.

Curiosity swelled infinitely in his chest, almost bursting his chest.

So he asked tactfully, "What holiday is today?"

Yan Luoqing said: "I love food but don't eat festivals."

Zhao Xiaofu chewed the star-shaped radish loudly, "I don't seem to be chewing carrots, but pink and tender girlish feelings?"

Enduring her nausea, Yan Luoqing stretched out two fingers, "1, eat quietly, 2, eat plain rice. You choose."

Zhao Xiaofu is not afraid of boiling water, so he clamped a cucumber lotus: "Does this lotus have any special meaning? For example, an old love finds a new love or something."

Yan Luoqing narrowed her eyes and looked at him with a strange expression, silent.

Zhao Xiaofu felt something, secretly proud, guess right?

Leng Buding's tongue was bitten hard by his own molars, and his teeth cracked in pain.

Yan Luoqing held back her laughter, "What's the matter, are you choking on my strong girlish feelings?"

Zhao Xiaofu spat out a bloody cucumber, "Your girlish feelings are too cruel."

"Come on, let me show you." Yan Luoqing expressed concern, raised his chin, and signaled him to open his mouth, "Where is it?"

Zhao Xiaofu stuck out his tongue a little, showed him the wound, and asked him inarticulately with his tongue out, "Is the wound deep?" Do you want some medicine or something.

"Hmm..." Yan Luoqing's sudden tongue startled him severely.

When he was panicking, Yan Luoqing had already completed every step of teasing him with her tongue, let go of him, and said with a lot of meaning: "It's not deep, eat slowly."

Zhao Xiaofu covered his mouth in humiliation, his face flushed, "Dirty! Shameless! Dirty!" The wound was numb from his licking... Damn.

Yan Luoqing looked at him: "If you disgust me again, I will become even more obscene, shameless and nasty."

Zhao Xiaofu ate hard.

After eating almost, I remembered something, raised my head and asked, "Is it the one that is very 2?"

Yan Luoqing had a question mark on her face.

Zhao Xiaofu added: "Which of yours is the one whose surname is Wei, or the one whose surname is Wen?"

This sentence is bound to be incomprehensible to ordinary people.

But Yan Luoqing instantly understood his thoughts, and smiled slowly, her teeth glistening, "Are you full?"

"No." Zhao Xiaofu continued to work hard.When he slowly licked the last grain of rice, he found that Yan Luoqing was still looking at him with a gloomy smile, and couldn't help shivering, "I'll add another bowl."

Yan Luoqing just watched Zhao Xiaofu eat the second bowl slowly.

Zhao Xiaofu was under a lot of pressure, and he dared not say anything about the last dozen or so grains of rice. After a long while, he finally couldn't bear it and said: "What's wrong with you? I'm not your subordinate, so I don't have time to guess what you mean. I'm crazy. .”

"Oh," Yan Luoqing straightened her back, raised her legs, and looked straight at him, as if she wanted to see his optic nerve through his eyes, "Are you itchy?"

Zhao Xiaofu avoided his gaze, and put on a broken face, "...Then what else do you want to order, Boss Yan?"

In fact, Yan Luoqing's words were not rhetorical questions, others couldn't hear them, but Zhao Xiaofu could definitely hear them.

He was irritated by Zhao Xiaofu's evasive attitude on the stick.

He stood up with a livid face, and threw the leftovers on the table into the trash can one by one, with the dishes.

It was not the first time Zhao Xiaofu saw him throwing dishes, but he was still shocked.

After he finished throwing away, Zhao Xiaofu said quietly: "All the dishes at home are here, what to serve tomorrow?"

Yan Luoqing didn't even look at him, and went to take a shower.

Zhao Xiaofu stayed where he was, with black lines all over his face: What happened to him?Could it be that what I just guessed is the truth?

Yan Luoqing did not come out after entering the bathroom.

At Yan Luoqing's usual speed, it usually takes no more than half an hour to take a bath.

Zhao Xiaofu saw that two hours had passed, and couldn't help muttering: Maybe he drowned in the bathtub.

He tiptoed to the door of the bathroom and put his ears on it. Except for the sound of splashing water, he couldn't hear any other movement inside.

He cleared his throat and shouted, "Are you done? It's my turn."

Before he finished speaking, the door was pulled open from the inside with a bang, and Yan Luoqing stood in front of him naked, not even wrapped in a bath towel, expressionless.

For some reason, Zhao Xiaofu felt that his appearance was very funny, but he couldn't make it out of it, and said, "What are you doing in there?"

He didn't speak, brushed Zhao Xiaofu's shoulder and went back to his room.

Of course, Yan Luoqing would not tell Zhao Xiaofu that she beat the wall angrily for a while, and then began to think about him angrily...that.That's right, that's it.Most people would call it masturbation, or masturbation... airplane.

After finishing the work, he felt inexplicably guilty. He always felt that he had splashed where he shouldn't have splashed, so he spent more than an hour cleaning the entire bathroom carefully.

Yan Luoqing hid her face in her room and pondered for a while, introspecting that she had lost her composure tonight, and there was absolutely no need to be so angry.

His original intention of learning to cook is actually to please his own stomach, because the dishes made by his mother and sister are really unpalatable.

He has never prepared such a table of dishes so carefully for others.It turned out that the idiot didn't enjoy it happily, but was full of low-level doubts about him. This kind of doubt was not even jealous, but just to satisfy the low-level bad taste.My mind is all muddled, shit.

If you were a normal person, shouldn't you lick the plate in surprise and finish eating?

Yan Luoqing knew most of Zhao Xiaofu's preferences, but at the same time he dared to bet that Zhao Xiaofu didn't even know what color he liked.

The phone received the message and made a ding, interrupting his thoughts.

Yan Luoqing opened it to see, Song Yuzhi.

--Xiaoyan and I will return to Beijing tomorrow, thank you.

Yan Luoqing thought for a while, and replied with two words: Thank you.

After the information is sent successfully, he selects all the information and press delete.

It's time to go.

The author has something to say:

I was too busy the past two days, so I missed an update.Fill