Dangerous game

At the beginning of April, Jiangbei's house and studio were seized. Xiao Yan and Dayong were even drawing blueprints one second, and the bank staff came over the next second.

At that time, Jiangbei was not in the urban area, he was wandering around Taibo Lake, the sun was shining brightly, and the late spring breeze was slightly cool, blowing a thin layer of gold on the surface of the lake, and the sparkling waves spread out like ink splashes on the surface of the lake .

The cell phone in his pocket rang several times, but he didn't bother to answer it, it was just those fucking things.

On the advertising screen in the coastal business district, the hostess broadcast the latest Beishi news with a smile on her face, including some trivial gossip about parents, gossip in the entertainment industry, and the recent marriage of two leading companies, Shen Wen.

The phone is still ringing.

Jiang Bei pressed the answer button distractedly, "If you want to seal the house and let them seal it, you two can do whatever you want. If they want to ask, just say that the boss ran away with his sister-in-law."

The person on the other end was dumb for a moment, "It's me, Zhou Ming."

Jiang Bei looked away from the hostess, and murmured, "Zhou Ming, I'm broken in love."

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"Why did you fall in love again?"

On the streets of Beishi, Zhou Ming took a small spoonful of chili and helped Jiangbei mix the hot dry noodles in the bowl.

"He's engaged." Jiang Bei said in a stern voice.

"I haven't put it down yet," Zhou Ming said with a smile as he stirred the noodles in his bowl, "Didn't you say you were not sad last time?"

Jiangbei's dead duck mouthed hard, "I'm not sad, I just..."

In the middle of the sentence, I lost my temper.

"What is it?" Zhou Ming was calm.

Jiang Bei sucked a big mouthful of noodles, puffed his mouth, and spoke vaguely, "I'm small-minded, but I just can't understand him living well."

He actually understood the truth, but when he saw his ex-boyfriend holding someone else's hand with his own eyes, it still gave him a sharp stab in his heart.

"Alright then, after we finish eating the noodles, we'll beat him up, and I'll give you the money back by the way."

Jiang Bei fluttered his long eyelashes, stopped talking, and said after a while, "I'm an artist, what can I do like that, drop the price."

Boiling water is beeping in the soup pot, steaming hot, and the boss is adding ingredients with a spoon, and it is done in one go.

The small noodle shop in the morning is simple and peaceful, far away from the luxury and luxury of the upper class.

Zhou Ming looked at the half face hidden in the hot steam opposite him, his heart was filled with warmth. In this world, how could anyone be willing to make him sad, or how could anyone have the heart to leave him.

Such thoughts lingered in my mind for a long time.

"Have you finished eating?" Zhou Ming wiped his mouth clean and asked Jiang Bei.

Jiang Bei nodded less enthusiastically.

"Let's go."

"where to?"

"Go back and move things. Isn't your house sealed off? Where do you live now?"

Jiang Bei was taken aback for a moment, he couldn't let his mother know about it for the time being, and he couldn't go home, so he asked the stupid old man, "Where do you live?"

The blood surged up and condensed in the brain, Zhou Ming asked tremblingly, "You, what do you want to do?"

Jiang Bei was careless, without even considering his status as a lover, "I'm out of money, so I'll move to live with you for a while, and the rent will be shared equally between us."

"I also share the rent with someone, just one room, one bed."

"It's okay, I have a folding bed."

Zhou Ming squinted at him, his flickering emotions gushed out, enthusiastically rushing, and seemed to overwhelm the host.

The encounters of a lifetime will follow, so it is better to follow your own heart.

The co-tenant of the silly big man is a young man from Bei Piao who works in a real estate agency. He has an optimistic and positive attitude towards life.

He lives in the living room, the big fool lives in the bedroom, the toilet, kitchen and dining room are shared, and the lives of the two basically do not overlap.

After going back and forth twice, the big parcels in Jiangbei were finally moved. Due to financial constraints, no pots and pans were left behind, and they were all packed and brought over.

In the evening, Jiang Bei went to the kitchen to cook a large pot of Kang-Shi-Fu Braised Beef Noodles with two poached eggs.

At eight o'clock, the young co-renter came back with a black leather bag, eggplant beaten by frost, and his face covered with dust.

Zhou Ming was cleaning the range hood in the kitchen, and Jiang Bei was the only one left in the restaurant sipping noodle soup.

"Who are you?" The young man asked in surprise.

Jiang Bei picked up the braised beef that was only visible to the naked eye with chopsticks, put it in his mouth and chewed, smacking the taste of the meat, "You don't even know it."

The young man dropped his bag, walked around Jiangbei, stood at the door of the kitchen and asked Zhou Ming, "Did you bring this back?"

"my friend."

"Oh, do you have any more noodles?"

"There is still some left, do you want to eat?"

"Well, I'm just hungry."

The young man retreated to the dining room, pulled aside the stool next to him and sat down, and coughed dryly to show his solemnity.

"Well, my surname is Ouyang, and my name is Xiao Cong. You can call me Xiao Cong."

Jiang Bei repeated on his tongue, "Ouyang Xiaocong", which sounded like a joke.

"Oh, well, my surname is Jiang, and the single name is Bei. You can call me Xiaobei." Jiang Bei imitated his tone of voice.

The young man emphasized, "My name is really Xiao Cong."

Jiang Bei was very innocent, "My name is Xiao Bei, too."

"Okay." The young man compromised.

Zhou Ming usually went to bed very early, and sometimes he lay down to rest after nine o'clock. It was different now, after all, there was a big living person panting in the room, and he was playing games with his legs crossed so disregarding his appearance.

"You sleep on the bed, I'll sleep on the folding bed." Zhou Ming's eyes suddenly dropped, dodging intentionally.

Jiang Bei didn't pay attention to the strangeness of the man, and waved his hand, "No, I'm comfortable lying down like this, are you going to sleep?"

"No, I, I'm not sleepy yet."

"Then help me finish this game, and I'll go take a piss." Jiang Bei got up, took two steps and threw the phone to Zhou Ming, accidentally looking at the screen of the stupid big man.

On the screen, Wen Jinyan's big diamond ring was dazzling, and his pretty face couldn't hide his joy.

It is a kind of joy that is slowly nourished by love, born from the inside, and flows slowly.

Zhou Ming quickly darkened his phone, but before he had time, Jiang Bei had already seen it.

He looked embarrassed, and said vaguely: "It's nothing to look at, just like the composition of diamonds. To put it bluntly, they are all stones."

"Then you still watch." Jiang Bei was obviously unhappy.

"When I have money, I, I will give you one too." These are the words from the heart of the silly man.

Jiang Bei curled his lips, "Whoever wants you to give it to you, the nouveau riche will bring that."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Bei dragged himself on the cotton.

In the middle of the night, Jiang Bei tossed and turned without sleeping, the bed creaked and creaked, and Zhou Ming didn't feel much sleepy.

The moonlight was like frost, and five fingers could be seen when he stretched out his hand. Zhou Ming's face was facing Jiangbei's side, and his eyes were piercing.

"Don't keep moving around, Xiao Cong must have misunderstood what we were doing."

Jiang Bei kicked the quilt away, sat up straight, and said in a crisp voice, "Zhou Ming, accompany me to a place tomorrow."

"Where are you going?" the silly big man asked sideways.

"Shen Munan's family, I lost my ring there, I have to go get it back."

Zhou Ming didn't want to see that man, so he said in a low voice, "You can go by yourself, it doesn't matter if I accompany you."

Jiangbei's blood surged up, and he was refreshed when he spoke, "Then what should he do if he forces me to be a hooligan?"

"Impossible. Rich people don't turn their backs. Don't worry."

Jiang Bei stared at him in the dark, "Forget it, then I won't go."

"How much is the ring?" Zhou Ming asked casually.

Jiang Bei sighed, and deliberately falsely reported tens of thousands, "It's not much, it's only about a hundred thousand."

Zhou Ming swallowed his saliva and settled down, "That must be taken back."

Jiang Bei pretended to be pitiful, squeezed his throat and muttered: "You won't accompany me."

"Come with me, I'll go with you."

"Who wants you to accompany me." Jiang Bei turned around and turned around, and replied in a low voice, "Okay then."

Whether it was intentional or unintentional, the intertwined relationship between the two began around this time.

Zhou Ming got up in the middle of the night and re-tucked Jiang Bei's quilt. This man slept in a bad shape, with most of his body exposed outside. The heating is not enough in this weather, and he can catch a cold if he is not careful.

With the faint moonlight coming in through the window, Zhou Ming stared at that face for a long time. He never dared to think of such a day before.

It's already very good, and there must be no extravagance.