Knight’s Love Letter

Chapter 52

He asked nervously: "Dad, where is my mother?"

Dad Fang said in his usual tone, "I'm doing the dishes in the kitchen, didn't she just call you? I didn't care to talk to you when I watched the news, so what happened?"

Fang Shiqing said: "...the mobile phone signal was not good just now, and it was cut off after half a word."

Dad Fang said, "Then I'll ask her to come over and tell you?"

Fang Shiqing hurriedly said: "No, no, I'm fine... You pay attention to your body, so does my mother... You all pay attention to your body."

Father Fang smiled: "I see, my blood pressure is stable for a while now, the therapeutic device you sent last time is very useful, your mother also feels that her waist is much better, both of us are fine, Hey, you'll be back in a few days, let's talk about it when you get back, the phone bill is so expensive."

Fang Shiqing hung up the phone at a loss.

He doesn't know if he can't go back in a few days, his mother hasn't told his dad what he just said, and now he hides in the kitchen by washing dishes, getting angry alone, digesting his son alone is a pervert fact.

In addition to being angry, she must be more sad, will she be crying?

He held the injured left hand, tears kept running out, and there was no place on his body that was comfortable.

He finally emerged from his turtle shell, unprepared and without retreat.

He cried for a long time, so dizzy his eyes hurt, he staggered to the living room, lay on the sofa and turned on the TV. Several local TV stations were broadcasting parties, and the TV was full of joy and excitement, which made it even better. He was alone and lonely like a dog.

He misses his parents, Fang Mingyu, and Wang Qi even more.

But he didn't dare to contact Wang Qi, maybe Wang Qi was with his new love, why should he be boring as an old man, even if the love that has been secretly loved for many years has already been humbled to the ground, he will always I want to leave some shaky dignity.

He was actually hungry and miserable, but he didn't want to sleep or eat. He stayed up until after twelve o'clock when the doorbell rang suddenly.

The sound was particularly loud in the middle of the night, almost startling Fang Shiqing.

He turned his head to look at the door and swallowed, so late, who could it be?

He stood up suddenly, feeling a little excited.

Is that Wang Qi? Is that Wang Qi? It must be Wang Qi who will come to him so late!

Zheng Qiuyang stood at the door with a box of beer in his arms, and his already depressed mood became even more depressed after seeing the "what are you doing" expression of his good friend.

Tonight, he went to his mother's place, originally planned to have a happy dumpling with mother and son, but his father didn't stay at home, he insisted on coming to join in the fun of the reunion dinner, of course his mother When he was happy, he felt that it was not good. Sure enough, before the dumplings were cooked in the pot, his father's main room brought his cheap brother to kill him. Tears.

He has seen this kind of thing a lot since he was a child. He used to think that when he grows up and has the ability, he will no longer suffer from these useless things. He will take his mother to leave these things. People, far away, have lived another life. But later on, he also slowly saw that his mother was crying with pear blossoms and rain, and he turned his head and was willing to continue to live without a name, and he probably would not be willing to leave his father until he died.

In the past few years, he has gradually been worn down by this repeated and broken thing. His father asked him to learn design, so he went to learn design, and he joined the company when he was asked to join the company. Of course, his older brother doesn't like him, and often finds a reason to run against him. He just pretends he doesn't know, and on the surface he is cheerful and kind, and one day is another day.

He'll be a little more patient, and he'll be a little less angry.

Coaxing his mother to sleep, he came out, wanting to find some fun to relax. After soaking in the bar for a while, I couldn't get my spirits up, my heart was so depressed, I found that I didn't want to chat with someone, but wanted to chat with someone.

"Brother, it's already twelve o'clock," Fang Shiqing said angrily, "you just come to me and tell me that your parents are short? Do I look like a woman?"

Zheng Qiuyang was sitting on the carpet in the living room, leaning against the sofa, having drank half a can of beer, and said, "I knew you didn't like listening to this, so I didn't want to find you at all... I'll go Looking for Yuan Rui."

Fang Shiqing was not in a good mood either. He sat down beside him cross-legged, opened a can of beer, and said casually, "He's a good tree hole. Talk to him."

Zheng Qiuyang leaned back and said, "I was a little dissatisfied at first. I felt that you didn't tell me, my confidant brother, that you actually wanted to tell him that fool."

Fang Shiqing kicked him: "Can you stop hurting him? He is naive, not stupid."

Zheng Qiuyang grinned: "Isn't it a lack of heart?"

He called Yuan Rui, only to know that Yuan Rui had moved, so he drove directly to Yuan Rui's new home, and bought two bottles of red wine as a gift.

Yuan Rui cooked him a bowl of dumplings. The dumplings were made by himself. The skin was thin and the filling was delicious. Said: "What you just ate was my breakfast for tomorrow, and I packed all of it."

Zheng Qiuyang ran to the kitchen to take a look. There were really no dumplings. He smelled the dumpling soup and felt fragrant, so he filled a bowl of soup and drank it.

I was full and came out to talk to Yuan Rui about the mess in the house. Yuan Rui comforted him very sympathetically, but he didn't want to listen to comfort, he just wanted to find someone Talk about it, forget it after talking, and don't take Yuan Rui's comfort too seriously.

Yuan Rui suddenly sighed and said, "My mother is long gone, and my father has been missing for more than ten years. You have a father and a mother. In fact, I am quite envious of you."

Zheng Qiuyang did not know these circumstances, and was a little stunned at the moment, and said, "You are so miserable."

Yuan Rui said innocently: "I am not miserable, I have been very lucky since I was a child."

Zheng Qiuyang said speechlessly: "This can also be called luck...Aren't you always falling out of love?" He didn't want to ask Yuan Rui's family affairs, it felt like rubbing salt on other people's wounds.

Yuan Ruidao: "Although the people I like don't like me, but I've never liked bad people, otherwise I would have been deceived a long time ago because I don't know how many times. Don't say it, just say Wang Qi, although he doesn't like me, he introduced the people from the TV station to me, and it's all up to him for my career to improve now."

Zheng Qiuyang didn't know that Yuan Rui liked Wang Qi at all, his face was a little weird, and he couldn't help saying: "You have liked so many people... Well, then I'm definitely not a good person. "It was just a joke at the beginning.

Yuan Rui smiled and said, "You're not bad, as soon as I said I was moving, you said you wanted to help. In the end, I didn't feel embarrassed to bother you, but you gave me red wine today, I have to Buy a nice wine rack to put them on."

He took the red wine on the table and looked at it carefully, as if he liked it very much.

Zheng Qiuyang has some indescribable feelings.

He has given away many bottles of red wine, and no one has ever taken it seriously.

Yuan Rui said he was poor, but Zheng Qiuyang is not blind, except when Yuan Rui was working when we first met, other times I saw him in private, and his private clothes were all brand goods , there are more than one or two brands, it can't be all brand sponsors. And Yuan Rui is not a vain person, and will not buy luxury brands with a swollen face and a fat man.

He is not poor at all, he just lives.

He doesn't care about those two bottles of red wine, he just cares about other people's thoughts.

After such a long day, the dumpling soup I just drank has turned into another liquid, Zheng Qiuyang stood up and wanted to go to the toilet to run water.

Yuan Rui said uneasy: "You remember to get the toilet seat up, don't throw it when you're done, if you throw it outside, I'll have to wipe it again, I just used disinfectant to clean the toilet and toilet. I wiped all the floor tiles, and I was too tired to straighten my waist."

Zheng Qiuyang listened to his long-winded words, and couldn't help but say, "I'm not a three-year-old child, you can just help me hold it, and feel more at ease."

Yuan Rui: “…”

Zheng Qiuyang looked at him with a deflated appearance, and he was in a good mood. He suddenly remembered his masturbation theory, and said: "If you hold it, just **** off again, and I will try your skills too. It's as good as you say it is."

Yuan Rui was stunned: "...don't you like women?"

Zheng Qiuyang said serious nonsense: "I like women, but it's normal for buddies to fight each other. Haven't you ever fought with buddies?"

Yuan Rui's eyes widened the boss: "...No, I don't have a buddy either."

Zheng Qiuyang smirked and said, "Look, why don't you have a buddy? It's because you haven't even tried this."

Yuan Rui didn't know what to think, he swallowed saliva very clearly in his throat, and asked: "Then, have you called Fang Shiqing? He also called you?"

Although Zheng Qiuyang is very happy to talk nonsense, he can't really give his buddy a bucket of shit, and said seriously: "He can't, he has a partner."

Yuan Rui said slowly: "I just want to rub my partner."

Zheng Qiuyang said without thinking, "Then I'll..." He stopped abruptly.

Yuan Rui blinked and asked him: "Then what are you?"

Zheng Qiuyang looked at him for a moment and said, "Oh, it's so late, I have to go home."

Yuan Rui was very strange and said, "Didn't you say you want to pee?"

Zheng Qiuyang said seriously: "Suddenly I don't want to pee anymore."

"I almost said I was going to have **** with him," he said absurdly while looking at Fang Shiqing, "Do you think there is something wrong with me?"

Fang Shiqing also looked at him with the eyes of a patient: "Don't you like big breasted girls?"

Zheng Qiuyang thought about it and said, "I like it, it's soft and fragrant."

Fang Shiqing said irritably: "That's okay, you are just eating dumplings, Yuan Rui's cooking is so delicious, I almost decided to chase him after I finished his cooking. already."

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Fang Shiqing's face changed, and after a while, he said, "I came out of the closet... My mother threw my phone."

Zheng Qiuyang: “…”

Fang Shiqing lowered his gaze, holding an empty beer can in his hand, and said, "I think I'm quite boring, when Wang Qi was on good terms with me, he kept forcing me to come out of the closet, It's because I didn't want him to dump me, and now he's on good terms with others, what do you mean when you say I'm a single dog and can't come out of the closet?"

Zheng Qiuyang opened the pull tab of a can of beer and handed it to him, persuading: "Anyway, it's already out, so it's a foundation for the future, you have to find someone sooner or later, not Wang Qi Just treat it for yourself. I'd say he's boring. He dumped you for such a trivial matter. After a few days, he hooked up with other people. It's really blind and brainless. "

Fang Shiqing said sourly: "He's not blind, his new partner looks more handsome than me."

Zheng Qiuyang asked curiously, "Who is it? Do I know him?"

Fang Shiqing said: "It is estimated that no one does not know him. He is printed on the largest billboard on the second ring flyover. Let us every day for the safety of you and everyone, please do not drive fatigued."

Zheng Qiuyang thought about it, the traffic safety ambassador on the billboard of the second ring flyover...

He said in amazement, "You're talking about Bo Tu?"

Fang Shiqing was said to be even more angry, and his face was so cold that he almost froze.

Zheng Qiuyang put himself in his shoes and thought about it, and suggested: "He is a man walking to a high place, you can't show weakness, you have to quickly find someone better than him, and then lead him to turn around. One lap won't kill him."

The alchemist Qing deeply agreed and said: "Then I will tell him that I have come out of the closet, not for him, but for my new object."

Zheng Qiuyang clapped his hands and said, "That's right, that's what we should do. Dealing with the scumbag ex is as ruthless as the autumn wind sweeping the leaves!"

Fang Shiqing's fighting spirit was burning, he drank a can of beer and asked, "You are so experienced, have you done this many times before?"

Zheng Qiuyang licked his lower lip and said, "No, my predecessors like to be so angry with me."