After the divorce, he was entangled by the little wolf dog

Fu Huizhou ate slowly, Qiao Zhuo had already eaten and left the table, he didn't feel it yet.

After a few minutes, Qiao Zhuo sat back again, holding a black baseball cap in his hand.

"This is for you."

The sound of the iron ring on the hat opened another memory valve of Fu Huizhou. He was very close to the owner of the hat, or slept with the hat in his arms. It was obvious who the owner of the hat was.

"Last night, I saw the look you liked very much, or rather, you looked like you needed a hat." Qiao Zhuo gestured twice on the top of his head, and Fu Huizhou's head curled up a few hair ends.

Fu Huizhou's face was a little feverish, whether it was the memories surging in his mind or the words of the person opposite, he seemed more like a kid than the college student opposite.

He was already wearing someone else's sweater, so how could he accept the hat again.

Before he opened his mouth to refuse, Qiao Zhuo directly put the hat on his head, making his face even hotter.

But as long as he lowers his head, the brim of the hat can cover most of his face, and he can blush wantonly.

After one o'clock in the afternoon, Fu Huizhou and Qiao Zhuo stood together at the entrance of the hotel to take a taxi, and the familiar gate reminded him of last night.

At that time, Liang Chong said to go to the company to pick him up, but he resolutely refused, but Liang Chong said that Mr. Qiao was already in the car, so don't let people wait, so he compromised.

He thought that others were waiting for the exchange of experience, but he didn't know that they were waiting for the sheep to enter the tiger's mouth.

There were four people in a dinner party, and he was the only one kept in the dark. Fortunately, he thought it was too late to meet Mr. Qiao, and it was rare to meet someone who agreed with his point of view so much.

How can there be any agreement, now that I think about it, it was just Qiao Jiansheng's perfunctory, even perfunctory and slandering, you might as well drink two more sips of wine if you talk so much.

Replaying, yesterday's self was like a clown, you performed conscientiously, and the audience only watched your jokes.

"Qiao Zhuo, can you not tell others what I said last night?" Even though Qiao Zhuo doesn't seem like a talkative person, Fu Huizhou doesn't want to have a one-in-ten-thousandth chance of becoming an embellisher in the boys' dormitory talk.

"No, it's a secret."

It didn't take long to wait for the taxi at the entrance of the hotel. After saying goodbye and thanking him briefly, he and Qiao Zhuo got into the car respectively.

The driver was very enthusiastic and asked him which school he went to when he came up.

"It's work, go to Jifan Sightseeing Amusement Park."

"It's work! Oh, I didn't see it, why didn't you go with your boyfriend?"

"Ah? Not the master, he is not my boyfriend."

There was a strange flash in the driver's eyes. It wasn't a couple who came to the hotel, and he didn't dress like an office worker. He lost his desire to chat in an instant, and classified Fu Huizhou as a disorderly crowd.

Fu Huizhou opened his mouth to explain, but finally gave up. Maybe strangers' opinions are not that important, and he shouldn't always use other people's arguments to kidnap himself.

The master driver mistakenly thought that he was a student, and the master driver praised him for being young, and the sun is so good today, so there is nothing worth worrying about.

The window on his side was open, and the wind had begun to heat up in late May. The road was still clear at this time. He approached the window, and the wind from the fast-moving vehicle knocked over his hat.

The black baseball cap fell on the backrest, and the small metal rings collided and made a sound, like wind chimes in front of the bedroom window.

Three days later, he returned to his "home". At this time, Liang Chong should be at work, but it was obviously his house, but he was so awkward when he came back.

He opened the door after mental preparation. As soon as he entered the room, he smelled a bad smell. He quickly opened all the windows. Liang Chong couldn't even ventilate.

The shoe rack was obviously empty, but the shoes were left at the door, and the worn clothes were hung on the back of the sofa, and the sofa cushions were wrinkled.

There were piles of take-out lunch boxes on the dining table, and there were still a few bowls with oil stars hanging in the sink. He habitually took out a plastic bag and put the take-out lunch boxes in, and then dumped them all back. It's on the table.

Why does he have to clean up for Liang Chong.

He is here for divorce today. If Liang Chonglai insists on not leaving, he will not live here. If Liang Chong leaves, then find an aunt to clean him up. He is already tired enough, without the support of so-called love, who would like it? Do housework.

Fu Huizhou dragged his tired body back to the bedroom, not to mention the ventilation, he didn't even draw the curtains.

He opened the window, threw all the bedding on the floor, took a new sheet from the cabinet, and fell asleep directly on the mattress, with the brim of a black hat covering his face.

His head still hurt after the hangover, he couldn't sleep well, and dreamed that he was lying on the ground alone in his single clothes, as if it was winter, like a sudden avalanche.

The overly real feeling made him wake up suddenly, well, it was because it was cool at night, and the wide open windows made the temperature in the whole bedroom very low.As for the avalanche...

Liang Chong stood at the end of the bed, kicking the foot of the bed vigorously, the bed frame was shaken by him, waking Fu Huizhou awake.

"Fu Huizhou, you slept comfortably, do you know that you messed up my promotion?"

"I nodded and bowed my head and worked for six years, because of you, all the cooked ducks flew away!"