I don’t use the Internet much in the first place, but when I go online and use a chat tool, I still do this. Zhong Ping expressed frustration with this mysterious contact method.
Xiong Weiqun explained that this might be a protective measure. Since e wanted him to contact here, this is the place.
Zhong Ping wanted to refute e, so he didn't ask him to contact here. He just gave him a business card consisting of a few letters and numbers. If Xiong Weiqun didn't say anything, he would never have thought of searching online.
Later, Zhong Ping tentatively sent a question, "How do I sell a handbag with graffiti letters on it?", but the response he got was an automatic reply of "please leave a message."
Quit! Is it possible for him to quit? What kind of prank show is this?!
Zhong Ping shut down the computer angrily. Xiong Weiqun also stood up and sat down on the sofa. He didn't know what he was thinking. After repeating it twice, he walked to the door, picked up his winter coat, put it on and pushed the door open.
Zhong Ping also sat on the sofa. He stood up and walked around the room. Then he kicked off his shoes and lay face down on the table. He thought to himself that Zhuang Hua would take him with him when he left, so that he could also
Leave the mess here and go out and have a good time.
But having said that, Zhuang Hua really couldn't be contacted at all now. Zhong Ping called her mobile phone, but the message kept saying "The user you dialed is temporarily unavailable."
I really want to cut off contact with the outside world, in every sense of the word.
Xiong Weiqun went out for a long time this time, and Zhong Ping began to feel lucky that the guy was probably going home by himself, so there was no need to drag him around. But God never fulfills one's wishes, and even after a long time, Xiong Weiqun once again
Came back here.
Zhong Ping pretended to ignore it and lay on the bed pretending to be dead. However, Xiong Weiqun spoke first: "I'm leaving on the weekend. You can prepare your own luggage."
Zhong Ping continued to lie on the bed and pretended to be dead, biting the pillow cover silently, thinking to himself that the day after tomorrow was Saturday. Prepare your luggage? What to prepare? How long will you go? Do you need to ask for leave... If there is really any danger in this trip...
, should he prepare two submachine guns... Speaking of where to prepare submachine guns, is there one underground in the kindergarten...
Keep pretending to be dead...
Seeing that Zhong Ping didn't respond, Xiong Weiqun walked into the bedroom and stood in front of his bed: "We are leaving on Saturday, so prepare your own luggage."
The problem is that Zhong Ping hasn't fallen asleep yet, and he can't pretend not to hear for too long, so he has no choice but to bite the bullet and respond muffledly from the pillow: "Oh."
Xiong Weiqun looked at Zhong Ping, sighed involuntarily, and sat by the bed.
Zhong Ping felt Xiong Weiqun sitting on the bed and thought to himself that this doesn't happen often, so he exposed half of his face from the pillow. He originally wanted to secretly observe what was going on, but ended up meeting Xiong Weiqun's eyes, which were looking at him.
Zhong Ping was not embarrassed for long. Xiong Weiqun seemed to be talking to himself: "I've been thinking about you lately..."
Zhong Ping only said half of what he said, and Zhong Ping said nothing for a long time. He was itching to ask, "What are you thinking about?" As a result, Xiong Weiqun just looked at him with sharp eyes and said nothing for a long time.
Are you an ordinary person? Do you also have a letter number? Are you actually very familiar with e? It can't be your first time contacting v society from the client? You... Xiong Weiqun wants to ask a lot of questions, but he still keeps talking.
Not exported.
The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere turned awkward again.
Zhong Ping felt that if he didn't say anything, he would be stared into stone, but Xiong Weiqun, who still had many questions in his heart that he couldn't ask, spoke first: "Will you still go to bed with me? We don't drink now...
…”
Zhong Ping shook his head and did not expect that Xiong Weiqun spoke first and asked such a question. He thought he should pretend to be choked by the air and cough twice before speaking, but the air did not choke him, so he made two pretentious ""
"Crack" sound.
He wanted to laugh a little, but felt that he shouldn't laugh. He looked at Xiong Weiqun silently with a cramped expression on his face.
And Xiong Weiqun stared back at him, with the same sharp eyes as before, seeming to silently express that if Zhong Ping didn't submit the answer, he would sit on the edge of the bed and not leave.
Later, Zhong Ping felt that his cheeks were almost hardened into a big piece, so he had no choice but to say casually: "Do you want to go to bed..."
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he saw that Xiong Weiqun's eyes seemed not as sharp as before, becoming softer and even smiling.
He didn't know what was going on, so he hurriedly opened his mouth and said: "I, I... you said so, I also... actually I don't know... then first... by the way, yesterday's clothes haven't been washed yet... don't we still need to collect our luggage?
...I think I went to wash it..."
Xiong Weiqun seemed to accept this unimportant answer. He stood up, glanced at Zhong Ping one last time and replied "wash" before leaving the living room. He heard Zhong Ping whisper: "...It would be better if he wasn't a killer..."
It's not good to be a killer, he will be devoured by this cannibalistic society. Afterwards, Xiong Weiqun said nothing and returned to the living room and sat on the sofa.
Zhong Ping couldn't tell whether it was because he was embarrassed or because he couldn't do anything. He continued to lie on the bed and pretended to be dead. He didn't wash clothes or pack packages.
His mind was filled with the question that Xiong Weiqun asked just now. Why did Xiong Weiqun ask that question? Was it because the two had such a relationship before? Then why did he ask... was he planning to develop another relationship...
If they didn't meet in that strange situation, if Xiong Weiqun wasn't a killer, and if the two had or would have a common goal in the future, he would probably consider it. As an ordinary person, Xiong Weiqun really has a lot of respect for him.
Attraction... Zhong Ping is very scared once he turns into the guy who needs money and sells his craftsmanship.
Not only was he afraid of Xiong Weiqun as an individual, he was also afraid that the two of them would not communicate with each other, part ways, and end up not having a happy ending.
It would be great if Xiong Weiqun was not that killer. He is so comfortable with kindergarten work. It would be great if they could work together and slowly develop a relationship.
Zhong Ping thought about it and felt that he was thinking too much. He buried his face in the pillow and chuckled. Anyway, the intersection line will always go further and further... Maybe one day he will be silenced. Xiong Weiqun is so-called
He is getting deeper and deeper into the underworld organization and getting richer and richer. When the time comes, he will be able to give his sister a good life.