Shen Zhiwei said this, Yu Qiao looked embarrassed, touched his nose, and smiled: "That's what I said." ”

"Hey—"

Shen Zhi sighed slightly, leaned back on the pillow, and put his hands into fists on his chest, "Thinking about the pursuit of my life, I have to give up like this, I feel so pathetic...... "I fell asleep and closed my eyes.

“...... You change that position first. ”

"Don't. Paying tribute to my dead pursuits, this posture is very appropriate. Shen Zhiwei looked at the ceiling and said.

"I don't want to talk about you for any old man's pursuit. ”

Shen Zhiwei turned his head and glared at him: "You know a fart!"

Yu Qiao said: "Why are you so rude......"

If you can't, you should start getting used to it early, anyway, I won't change it in my life. ”

Yu Qiao could only be helpless.

"You see, after I marry you, I will definitely not be able to go to work in the Forbidden Palace Museum, and I will not be able to see the books I want to read, and I will not be able to read those books, so I will ...... Anyway, I'm going to be empty. At the same time, you have to show me some of your lace news from time to time, which female celebrity you are hugging today, and which little model you are alone with tomorrow for a few hours, and then I will have to accept the sympathy and worry of my friends, and the merciless laughter of my enemies. In the second half of my life, I will be rude to such a trivial matter, can't you tolerate it?"

Yu Qiao really thought about it: "En...... You should go and write a novel. ”

"Do you think I haven't thought about it? Your kind of family, definitely not allow granddaughter-in-law to show up, then I can't hold readers' meetings, I can't do any signings, there is no interaction, I can only be locked up in your Yu family's mansion, pitiful writing, slowly no longer sunny, can only write some deep resentment women, especially desolate kind, the more I write, the more sad I am, the more miserable I am, slowly I will grow old, and then maybe I will die young, die at the age of thirty-eight or something. ”

“......”

The direction of the conversation has been crooked to outer space, Yu Qiao looked at his watch and got up: "You think slowly, I'll go first." ”

"Yes, goodbye. Shen Zhiwei didn't look at him, and continued to immerse himself in the brain circuit.

Yu Qiao walked to the door and suddenly heard Shen Zhiwei calling him.

"What?" he asked, turning around.

I saw Shen Zhiwei show a wicked smile: "Yu Dashao, please do me a favor, huh?"

His health improved, and Shen Zhiwei hurried back to school.

It's hard to think about such a busy but fulfilling day in the future, so seize the moment. The nonsense with Yu Qiao that day was not all jokes, at least those who were alone in a room with the little model for a few hours were all based on facts.

Since the division of the inheritance, Shen Zhiwei has lived outside, a small apartment of 60 square meters.

There are always people who feel that Shen Zhiwei suffers, but they can't stop the parties from enjoying themselves. Backed by the Purple Mountain, overlooking the Xuanwu Lake, a few hundred meters below the mountain is the Xiyuan Temple, the morning bell and the dusk drum, is the road of Shen Zhiwei's cloud travel.

Yi Ling came a few times, praising that it was good here, but she refused to leave, and she didn't even want her grandfather to call her home in person.

It was a day off, and neither of them had to go to school, so they just sat in the small apartment and flipped through the magazines of many days ago.

"I'll go! It's not ......" Seeing Shen Zhiwei leaning over, Yi Ling hurriedly changed her words again, "Oh, so it's not, I saw it wrong." As he spoke, he wanted to turn it over.

"Yi Ling, your family really doesn't teach you how to lie, don't pretend to be you, show me. ”

Yi Ling had already heard Shen Zhiwei talk about her "bad fate" with Yu Qiao, and when she saw him in the gossip magazine in a blink of an eye, she should have acted as if it hadn't happened, and she called it out. I really want to smoke myself to death at this moment.

Shen Zhiwei took the magazine, glanced at it first, then looked at it carefully, and finally spoke: "Yo, he moves quite fast." Don't say it, this one looks pretty this time. ”

Yi Ling almost wanted to pinch her neck and press her into the magazine: "Weiwei, didn't you read the words below? Shen Zhiqi, the second lady of the Shen Group." That's your sister!"