He is from a fighting nation

"Mr. Qian, don't get me wrong..." Wu Liang roared hoarsely.

Qian Meng: "I won't listen! I won't listen! I didn't see anything!" Within a few seconds, the door opened and closed, and Qian Meng disappeared, taking Zhou Xiangwan's supper with him.

Zhou Xiangwan put on his pants silently, Wu Liang covered his face and fell on the bed, not knowing how to face Qian Meng in the future.

"Aren't you going after Qianmeng?"

Zhou Xiangwan was puzzled: "Why are you chasing him? He can still have more suppers."

"You have to explain it to him."

Zhou Xiangwan said indifferently: "It's okay, Qian Meng will figure it out by himself."

Wu Liang stopped talking, thinking that it was too sad for Qian Meng to be Zhou Xiangwan's lover.

It was raining heavily outside, the wooden door creaked, and the cold wind blew silently across the floor.

Zhou Xiangwan found a set of dark blue pajamas in the closet, threw it on Wu Liang's face, and said, "Here."

Wu Liang sat up and went to the toilet.Dressed in a daze, it took a while to walk out while holding onto the door frame, and said, "Are there any other rooms here?"

Zhou Xiangwan's clothes were too big for Wu Liang. The dark blue sleeves and trousers were hanging down, but the neckline was wide, revealing the angular collarbone.

Wu Liang stepped on his trousers and walked a few steps. He couldn't take it anymore. Enduring the headache, he bent down and slowly rolled up his trousers.

Zhou Xiangwan looked sideways, fascinated by Wu Liang's waist.The spine is sunken, the muscles and bones are hidden, and the texture is down to the narrow buttocks, which are wrapped in silk fabrics to form a beautiful shape.

The temptation is completely different from the woman's thin waist and fat buttocks. If Wu Liang could kneel on his lap, pinch his waist, and slide his hand down his spine into his pants, it would be really wonderful.

However, Zhou Xiangwan also thought about it.Although his self-control is still scum, he must not do anything bad on his mother's death day.

"There are no more vacant rooms with beds, so you can sleep in my bed." Zhou Xiangwan found an umbrella and opened the door a crack: "By the way, go and make me something to eat."

Wu Liang was shocked: "Me?"

Zhou Xiangwan took it for granted, "Is it me?"

Wu Liang said, "Qian Meng brought you porridge."

Zhou Xiangwan said: "Then he will definitely ask, why are you here and still slap my ass. In this way, he will know that I was pecked by a crane, and if he asks again, it turns out that I was chased by a crane and a goose together Up the tree. No, he can laugh at me for the rest of his life."

Wu Liang murmured: "...So, are there still geese?"

Zhou Xiangwan: "..."

Wu Liang thought that after breaking up with Du Feng, he would be heartbroken and heartbroken, and no matter how bad he was, he would be decadent for a while, but he didn't expect that Zhou Xiangwan would drag him into the kitchen to cook rice.It can be said to be a very inhumane lovelorn experience.

Wu Liang cracked three eggs and said dumbly, "Young Master Zhou, I just broke up."

Zhou Xiangwan lit the firewood and said, "I know. I want fried rice."

With trembling hands, Wu Liang leaned on the stove to look for oil, and said angrily, "I'm dizzy."

Zhou Xiangwan was ruthless: "I can see it. But I want to eat fried rice."

"I can't see. Where's the oil?"

Zhou Xiangwan, with an angelic face and a cold aura like a contractor, handed the oil bottle to Wu Liang, "I'll get you whatever you want. It's better fried."

Wu Liang poured the oil into the pot, and slipped the spatula. He stared at the bubbling oil. After a while, he felt extremely sleepy.

"It's almost there." Zhou Xiangwan stood next to Wu Liang, holding a bowl of rice in his hand, "Put the eggs first, or the rice? Or both?"

As soon as the words fell, Wu Liang's head stopped, and his upper body suddenly tilted towards the cauldron. Zhou Xiangwan's hands were faster than his brains, and he hurriedly grabbed his shoulders to fix him.

"What are you doing?!"

Wu Liang woke up with a jolt, as if he had never slept, and said, "What are you holding me for?"

Zhou Xiangwan: "..." She seemed really sleepy.

Zhou Xiangwan drove Wu Liang to the table, pressed his shoulders, made him sit on the stool, and said, "I cooked it myself, what should I put first?"

Wu Liang: "..." Fell asleep.

Zhou Xiangwan found with regret that Wu Liang's culinary skills could not be counted on at all.After thinking for a moment, I figured out the best plan for fried rice.

Zhou Xiangwan first poured the golden egg liquid on the snow-white cold rice, then added soy sauce and a little salt, stirred them together, and poured them into the hot oil pan.

With a sizzling sound, oil stars splashed randomly, Zhou Xiangwan felt the wind under his feet, held the spatula, shrunk his neck, and stepped back three steps extremely nimbly.

Ma'am it's horrible!

The delicious Chinese food is one of the reasons why Zhou Xiangwan has never returned to Russia. When he watched the video, he felt that the cooking process was very difficult, especially when the frying was done. It was his first time cooking. For Zhou Xiangwan, it was more exciting than shooting a gun.

Zhou Xiangwan stretched out his arms, waved the shovel in a distorted posture, finished frying the rice, put out the fire, filled two bowls of rice, took a mouthful of his virgin rice with a spoon, and tasted it expectantly.

Zhou Xiangwan: "..." This smell is hard to describe.

"Wu Liang, Wu Liang, Wu Liang." Zhou Xiangwan pushed the unconscious person lying on the table, "Get up, try it, I don't know if it's delicious or not."

Wu Liang hummed several times, then slowly raised his head, rubbed his face vigorously, took a breath, and said hoarsely, "You're burnt."

Zhou Xiangwan handed the spoon to Wu Liang and said, "It smells like burnt food, but it tastes good. You didn't eat dinner, did you? Have some?"

Wu Liang half-closed his eyes, scooped up a spoonful of fried rice, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it perfunctorily, but within three seconds, Wu Liang's eyes widened suddenly, and he staggered out the door.

"vomit--"

Thunder and lightning.

"vomit!"

There is no light.

Zhou Xiangwan: "..."

Wu Liang vomited outside, and Zhou Xiangwan ate a plate of fried rice with a lonely gourmet heart.He admits that it's a bit unpalatable, but it's not enough to throw up, right?Wu Liang's mouth, which eats cakes, milk, tea, and instant noodles every day, is actually quite picky.

After Wu Liang vomited, he sat down heavily on the stool with a cold air all over his body, his eyes were red with a layer of sparkling water vapor.

Wu Liangsheng picked up the spoon unrepentantly, and was about to eat, Zhou Xiangwan said: "Why do you eat if you vomit, you don't need to please me."

Wu Liang shook his head lightly, listlessly said: "It's not bad. I drank too much wine."

Zhou Xiangwan heard the words, got up and poured a cup of hot water, and put it on the table.Wu Liang thanked him, took a sip of water first, and took a mouthful of rice with a spoon. He lowered his head and chewed slowly, without making any sound, just a few tears falling into the rice like pearls.

Zhou Xiangwan pretended not to see it, and said, "Since you broke up with the dead man, what are your plans next?"

Wu Liang paused, and said in the usual tone: "After the double 11 annual meeting, I will resign and leave Zhou's."

Zhou Xiangwan said: "I won't allow it! I won't approve it for you!"

Wu Liang rubbed his temples and said, "Zhou Xiangwan, this is not up to you."

Zhou Xiangwan was taken aback. He was used to being the director of the Zhou family in his previous life, and he almost forgot that he has no real power now.He was holding the spoon, and the steel handle was bent at ninety degrees in his hand silently. After a long while, he said coldly: "It took you seven years to get to where you are today. Don't you think about it?" To bring down the scum, but to make way for yourself, what are you doing? White lotus? I think you should just become a monk!"

Wu Liang said: "Don't bother Du Feng, I have settled with him."

Zhou Xiangwan really didn't want to make Du Feng feel better, after being hit by Wu Liang, he became angry for no reason.

Zhou Xiangwan said: "Joke, what do I care, the grassland on your head can feed half of Inner Mongolia, how wonderful. Du Feng is sure that you are so cheap that you have such a guts, so I can't stop you!" Hold on to you." After finishing speaking, Zhou Xiangwan shoveled the rice heavily with a spoon, the tip of the spoon rubbed against the ceramic plate and made a toothache sound, he ate with big mouthfuls, his cheeks puffed up.

Wu Liang sighed, and said: "Zhou Xiangwan, I thank you for your kindness. Without you today, I don't know what I would be like. But my life, I know it well, and others cannot make decisions for me."

Zhou Xiangwan snorted, still brooding over what Wu Liang said last time, and said, "Then what is our relationship now? Am I your friend?"

Wu Liang thought for a moment, and said, "Zhou Xiangwan, I have always regarded you as my younger brother. If you need me in the future, I will definitely help you."

Zhou Xiangwan seemed to be struck by a thunderbolt: "You are so fierce to me, you won't let me go, you even put mud on my face just now! Think about it yourself, are you called brother?!"

After Zhou Xiangwan finished speaking, he silently added something in his heart, besides, isn't the 35-year-old Uncle Zhou more mature than you?

"Okay." Wu Liang put down the spoon, picked up the bowl and put it in the sink, "I made a mistake."

Wu Liang felt that Zhou Xiangwan was very strange. The word "friend" seemed to only appear in children's cartoons. Would an adult follow up and ask another adult if they were already friends?

In the end, it can only be attributed to the fact that Zhou Xiangwan's education was more European-style when he was young, and he went to the United States to study abroad, and his emotional expression was more enthusiastic and open.

"Then are we friends?" Zhou Xiangwan asked frankly.

Wu Liang was infected by Zhou Xiangwan's enthusiastic eyes, and couldn't help but suspect that young people's way of making friends is so straightforward, nodded and said: "Yes."

After eating, the two walked towards the room with a big red umbrella together. Wu Liang was not used to getting too close to people, and half of his shoulders were exposed to the rain. Zhou Xiangwan tilted the umbrella towards Wu Liang. Pursing her lips awkwardly, she said, "Last time at the sushi restaurant, you said that I was nosy, which hurt my heart. You apologize to me."

Wu Liang was taken aback for a moment, reflecting that he had indeed gone too far last time, and said honestly, "I'm sorry, I won't say that in the future. Young Master Zhou, thank you today."

Zhou Xiangwan seldom bears grudges, not because he is magnanimous, but because he can't remember at all, this time he can remember for a month because he is really angry.Once you apologize properly, you can turn over any unpleasantness in your heart. He smiled and said, "I forgive you. It took you eight lifetimes of virtue to get me as a friend. You should cherish it."

Wu Liang: "...Oh."

Soon, Wu Liang paid the price for his hasty decision.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Wu Liang was lying on the bed like a cat, tightly against the wall, the quilt tightly covering his neck, clutching the corner of the pillow, and closing his eyes.

Zhou Xiangwan squeezed next to Wu Liang, occupying most of the bed with his long arms and legs, pulled the corner of the quilt to cover his stomach casually, and said, "Can't you sleep with others?"

Wu Liang said: "Then can you sleep on the floor?"

Zhou Xiangwan: "No."

Zhou Xiangwan turned over suddenly, and a hairy head popped out, resting on Wu Liang's shoulder, and said softly, "Shall we chat?"

Wu Liang: "I'm going to sleep."

Zhou Xiangwan: "We are already friends. Just chat for 5 minutes."

Wu Liang said, "...just five minutes."

Zhou Xiangwan asked, "Why did you fall in love with that scumbag?"

Wu Liang: "...I don't know."

"Then what kind do you like?"

"do not know."

Zhou Xiangwan clicked his tongue and said, "Are you really gay?"

Wu Liang yawned long, "I don't know."

"Hey, why don't you know anything?"

Wu Liang: "How many minutes?"

Zhou Xiangwan: "It's only been a minute."

It was only then that Wu Liang realized that the method of keeping the suspect from sleeping during the interrogation was so reasonable.

Taking advantage of the fact that Wu Liang was still one step away from collapse, he barely steadied himself, and was about to crawl out when he sat up, "I'm going to sleep on the floor."

Zhou Xiangwan hugged Wu Liang's waist, pushed him back onto the pillow, and said, "We haven't finished chatting yet. Five minutes is too short. Let's talk about 5 million yuan? Check or transfer, it's up to you."

Wu Liang said in a low voice: "Zhou Xiangwan, I'll give you 200 million, can you sleep well?"

Zhou Xiangwan said: "500 million, chat with me for an hour."

Wu Liang: "600 million, you sleep."

"800 million, and I will give you another villa. You can choose the place."

Wu Liang said with difficulty: "1000 million, plus an island in New Zealand. You let me sleep!"

"100 million."

Wu Liang thought about it, and felt that he could hold on a little longer.

Zhou Xiangwan paused for a moment, and then said, "U.S. dollars."

Wu Liang: "...you don't have that much money at all."

"I really do." Zhou Xiangwan said seriously: "I have several mines in Russia. How much is your account? I will transfer it to you now."

Wu Liang: "..."

Compared to Zhou Xiangwan, Wu Liang is really a poor man. He shrank under the quilt and said exhaustedly, "No. Just let me go, Zhou Xiangwan, I want to sleep."

Zhou Xiangwan held up his mobile phone and said, "I think it's because you know too few men that you like Du Feng. Shall I take you to find a man?"

Wu Liang responded indiscriminately, not knowing whether he passed out or fell asleep.

Zhou Xiangwan couldn't fall asleep.

Zhou Xiangwan touched Wu Liang's arm lightly, the skin under his touch was delicate and cold, he got up, went to the cabinet and found a thicker quilt, and covered Wu Liang.

Then he sat on the chair in front of the window, and a little light came in from the corridor, outlining the outline of Zhou Xiangwan's profile, like a black and white photo.

In the silence of the night, the rain was still falling, sometimes tick-tock, sometimes pattering, mixed with the occasional chirping of insects.

How to live again, this philosophical proposition is too difficult for Zhou Xiangwan. He has too much and lost more, and he has never known what he should do.

The path he took in his previous life was wrong, so could he be on the right path in this life?Life is not just two simple paths.

Wu Liang must live, Qian Meng must be healthy and intact, and Zhou Xiangqing must not die in an unclear manner.Zhou Xiangwan tilted his head, looked at Wu Liang who was curled up in the quilt, and thought for a long time.

Just pray for a good death, I hope everyone is well.

If you have to lose your mother, ask for a good death.