Knight’s Love Letter

Chapter fifty-eight, rinse hair belly

While the three were talking, Wang Qi drove the car over and parked beside them.

Fang Shiqing immediately forgot Zheng Qiuyang and Yuan Rui, and smashed the driver's window with his fist, Wang Qi cooperated and lowered the window. He said to Wang Qi, "I want to eat ice cream."

Wang Qi said, "Are you going to KFC again?"

Fang Shiqing said in a pretentious manner: "Turn a corner and go straight ahead at the intersection ahead, there is a Haagen-Dazs."

Wang Qi nodded: "Get in the car."

Fang Shiqing walked around to the passenger side with a peacock-like look on his face, the door was half open, then he remembered that there were two people here, turned his head and said, "Hey, Yuan Rui, let's take you back, we just live so close. , and treat you to ice cream by the way."

Yuan Rui looked at Wang Qi in the car and said, "I..."

Zheng Qiuyang hurriedly said, "The two of us are still going to play, so let's go first."

Fang Shiqing said suspiciously, "You two are going to play together? What are you playing?"

Zheng Qiuyang said impatiently: "You care so much, hurry up and hurry up."

Fang Shiqing ignored him and asked Yuan Rui directly, "Are you going to play with him?"

Yuan Rui blinked and said, "Well, let's go."

Zheng Qiuyang, who was beside him, grinned.

Fang Shiqing finally felt that something was wrong between the two of them that night. It seemed that it had nothing to do with him or Wang Qi. It was the two of them that had something wrong with them.

He and Wang Qi walked a long way, and he looked back in the rearview mirror, vaguely feeling that Yuan Rui was not good.

Yuan Rui watched Wang Qi's a8 turn the corner, looked back, looked at the billboard across the road, and didn't dare turn his head to look at Zheng Qiuyang, and asked, "What are we going to do now?"

Zheng Qiuyang also looked around with that very unnaturally, and said, "Where do you want to go?"

Yuan Ruidao: "I...I want to go bowling."

Zheng Qiuyang remembered the chance encounter between the two of them at the bowling alley, and said, "Will you play that one?"

Yuan Rui also looked at the billboard: "No way, can't you just teach me?"

Zheng Qiuyang remembered the picture of the fat man "teaching" Yuan Rui to play, he coughed and said, "Okay, I'll teach you."

When he got home, Wang Qi took off his coat and hung it up, and then made a work call in the living room.

Fang Shiqing was sitting on the sofa eating ice cream, looking up at Wang Qi walking around in front of the floor-to-ceiling window talking on the phone. He thought it might be over with one or two calls, but after one or two calls, it was endless.

It was boring to wait. He couldn't eat the half bowl of ice cream left, so he put it in the refrigerator and took a shower first.

After coming out, Wang Qi not only did not hang up, but even picked up the tablet and continued talking on the phone while reading the email.

Wang Qi seems to have a lot of work left today and has not dealt with it in time.

But near the end of the year, executives like Wang Qi may have a lot of tedious things.

He didn't want to disturb Wang Qi's work, but he was reluctant to be too far away from Wang Qi, so he lay on the other sofa next to him and played games. After playing for a while, he turned to look.

It was getting late, and he also began to feel sleepy. He was hit in the face by the tablet three times. Finally, he couldn't hold back his sleepiness, and he fell asleep with the tablet directly over his face.

After an unknown amount of time, when Wang Qi came to take him back to the bedroom, he woke up quickly, immediately put his arms around Wang Qi's neck, and asked, "Are you done?"

Seeing that he was awake, Wang Qi sat down on the edge of the sofa and said, "It's almost done, I was so busy that I didn't notice that you fell asleep here."

He put his face on Wang Qi's shoulder and whispered, "I'm waiting for you."

Wang Qi laughed and said, "What are you waiting for?"

Fang Shiqing bent one leg and rubbed Wang Qi's back with his knee.

Wang Qi said, "Have you prepared the bamboo sticks? What about cumin and chili noodles?"

Fang Shiqing also remembered the sloppy mouth that he played in the morning, and said: "Don't eat without sprinkling it? Picky eaters are not good."

He looked up at Wang Qi, with "Come and eat me" written all over his face.

Wang Qi kissed him fluently, from the forehead to the lips, to the Adam's apple, and then to the collarbone.

He has already taken a bath, and his body is full of the refreshing fruity fragrance of the shower gel, which Wang Qi particularly likes.

He also particularly likes the taste that Wang Qi likes.

Seeing that his wish was about to be eaten, the mobile phone on the coffee table rang.

It's Wang Qi's work phone again.

Fang Shiqing watched with resentment as he answered the phone and opened his laptop to read some information. It seemed that he could not finish it for a while, so he pulled up the collar of the pajamas that had been scattered over his shoulders and said, "I'm going to bed. !"

Wang Qi didn't lift his head: "Well, dear."

Fang Shiqing was even more depressed.

He felt that today was very meaningful. He introduced Wang Qi to his closest friends. He took the first step to make his feelings in hiding for so many years public, and declared to the world that Wang Qi was his.

Such an important day, how can we not shoot a cannon to commemorate it! ?

Why did Wang Qi not resonate with him at all?

After a resentful sleep, Wang Qi woke up. Wang Qi had already prepared breakfast, and even squeezed toothpaste for him.

While brushing his teeth, Fang Shiqing felt that he was a bit tricky, and he was also angry with the little things. Wang Qi was too good for him, and he was a peerless attack who was hard to find even with a lantern. He's got it right.

After rinsing his mouth, he raised his head and looked in the mirror. As soon as his narcissism broke out, he immediately changed his mind: although he was acting a little, he still looked so handsome!

At breakfast, he suggested: "Let's go to eat hot pot in the evening, I want to eat shabu-shabu."

Wang Qi said: "I can't make it in time. I can come back before eight o'clock. Why don't you ask Yuan Rui to go with you? If you want to drink, drink two less, and I can pick you up when I'm done."

Fang Shiqing murmured while holding the milk cup, but he was not very happy, but he held back this time.

When he was about to get off work in the afternoon, he reluctantly called Wang Qi first, thinking that maybe Wang Qi was already busy, but Wang Qi actually turned off the phone again.

He was a little puzzled, why Wang Qi was so busy yesterday and today that he was always turned off, and the phone didn't seem to be out of order.

He finally called Yuan Rui to eat hot pot. Yuan Rui had a high degree of freedom in his work and was already on vacation.

Today is the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, and the Spring Festival is getting closer and closer.

Fang Shiqing was a little melancholy: "I originally told my mother that I would be able to go home on New Year's Eve."

Before the bottom of the pot was opened, Yuan Rui first ate the popcorn and said, "Didn't you try calling her again in the past two days?"

Fang Shiqing said: "I called the day before yesterday, but she didn't answer. I haven't called yesterday and today. Let me tell you, I'm a little scared."

Yuan Rui poured the sour plum soup into the cup again, and said, "I don't know how to comfort you. I haven't had a chance to have a cold war with my mother, and she's already cold."

Fang Shiqing: "..." He really didn't know how to comfort him.

Fortunately, Yuan Rui said it casually, and quickly said, "Didn't you tell Wang Qi?"

Fang Shiqing frowned: "I'm afraid that if I tell him, he will be more worried. Alas, he is very insecure, I don't know why, do I look really unreliable?"

Yuan Rui thought about it and said, "It's not necessarily because you are trustworthy or not, as you said, he and your sister have never been in a serious relationship before knowing each other, and finally he wants to have a relationship and talk about love. I met someone who was willing to marry, but your sister turned out to be a liar. Even if his feelings for your sister are not that deep, he must be very hurt, and it is normal to leave a psychological shadow. Besides, you are so much younger than him , and looks so uneasy, if I were him, I would have to worry all day about whether I would be pryed into the corner."

Fang Shiqing held his chin and nodded frequently, and added: "That's right, my sister and I look alike, and when he looked at me, he could easily think that my sister had cheated on him... Oops, the bottom of the pot is open, Cook the belly."

Yuan Rui didn't seem to hear, Mao Du was by his hand, Fang Shiqing was a little far away, and urged him: "Mao Du!"

Yuan Rui let out an "ah", and hurriedly picked up the hairy belly, and fell into it all at once.

Fang Shiqing hurriedly stretched out Erkang's hand, but it was too late, and said sadly, "Why are you all down? It's all overcooked in a while."

Yuan Rui looked at the tumbling hairy belly in the pot and said, "I'll eat this plate, you want a new one."

Fang Shiqing felt that his expression was obviously different from just now, and hurriedly said: "I'm not really angry, because I don't have a hairy belly."

Yuan Rui didn't eat popcorn either, and he didn't want to drink the sour plum soup. He twisted his thumbs together and said after a long while, "How similar do you and your sister look?"

Fang Shiqing said strangely, "It's quite similar, what's wrong?"

Yuan Rui's eyes swayed and he said, "Who... Zheng Qiuyang, has he seen your sister?"

Fang Shiqing understood a little, but not too much, and said truthfully: "Of course he has, he even chased after my sister and said he wanted to be my brother-in-law."

Yuan Rui was stunned there, and soon a look of disappointment appeared on his face, and he said, "He just likes you."

Fang Shiqing thought about it and asked, "What happened to you and Zheng Qiuyang? Yesterday it seemed that something was wrong with you two."

Yuan Rui lowered his head: "Actually, it doesn't matter. If I listen to you, it would be good to be friends with him. I didn't control myself."

Fang Shiqing was a little confused: "Then what's the matter with you two?"

Yuan Rui whispered: "It's nothing, it should be me being sentimental again, I always do this."

Fang Shiqing: "…"

Yuan Rui tried his best to smile and said, "Stop talking about this, will you go home on New Year's Eve?"

Fang Shiqing stared at him: "Let's talk about it later. Yuan Rui, did Zheng Qiuyang tease you again?"

He was a little worried, seeing Yuan Rui like this, Zheng Qiuyang might have finally overdone it.

He found out that Zheng Qiuyang had nothing to do and loved to tease Yuan Rui. He didn't like Zheng Qiuyang's way of doing it. He knew that Yuan Rui had that kind of mind, so he had to rush to tease others, which was obviously scum and cheap.

Yuan Rui sighed and said, "He told me that if he likes a man, he must like you first."

Fang Shiqing: "…"

Yuan Rui went on to say: "But he said that you already have a partner, and he can't be a mistress, so he has no choice but to like me."

Fang Shiqing: "!!"

Zheng Qiuyang's brain was kicked by a donkey! ?

Yuan Rui looked up at him and said, "I thought he was very good, and of course I accepted his confession."

Fang Shiqing: "…"

This is still a pair of donkeys!

Yuan Rui asked pitifully: "Do you think he is playing with me again?"

Fang Shiqing wanted to say yes, of course, but seeing Yuan Rui's a bit pitiful look, he couldn't say it, he hesitated: "He's a person who likes to be pompous and can't speak his brains. It may not be to play with you or something. Just kidding."

Yuan Rui said: "...Oh."

Fang Shiqing waited for a while, and then asked, "Oh, you? Do you mean you already understand?"

There was a decorative radish flower on the empty hairy plate beside Yuan Rui. He picked it up and took a bite, chewing it and swallowing it, and said, "Well, I understand, I'm lost in love again."

Fang Shiqing's hot pot meal was a mess, but Yuan Rui, who had lost his love, quickly returned to normal.

After eating the hot pot, I received a call from Wang Qi, saying that he was coming to pick him up. He didn't drink a drop of wine today, so he asked Wang Qi to go home directly. Then he sent Yuan Rui back first, and turned west to reach his home.

He held back the gossip all night, and wanted to go back and share with Wang Qi, but as soon as he entered the door, Wang Qi stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window talking on the phone, still reporting, reviewing, bonuses, etc.

He had to swallow the gossip again.