The rain that was still pouring down until just now seemed to have stopped, and Tako leaned back against the window, sneering on her face, and she didn't feel the slightest color in her eyes for the sake of the other party. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Qingcheng has also thought more than once before, what kind of family environment and education methods have created such a ruthless person, and here and now, this question can't help but appear in his mind again.

"Did you really decide to leave?" Qingcheng looked up at Tako, "Give me a reason not to be a scorer." Qingcheng said in a hoarse voice;

Tako shrugged casually, "Didn't you say that I will give you what should be given to you!"

Although Qingcheng was reluctant, he nodded mechanically, "What can you give me?"

Tako silently walked to the southwest corner of the bedroom, this corner is usually where Tako uses to practice the basic skills of dance, and at this moment, there is a cardboard box here. Tako patted the cardboard box that had been sealed with earthy yellow plastic tape with her hand, "Except for this one, the rest is yours." ”

Duozi turned his head and glanced at Qingcheng, "Of course, I will compensate you for the loss of your youth." ”

Qingcheng looked at her in surprise, "You actually look at me like this?

After Duozi left, Qingcheng sat on the ground without saying a word, looking straight ahead, but the double bed in front of him was not the scenery in his eyes.

Qingcheng's mood has been a little dull these days, and his girlfriend Duozi, who has been in love for more than half a year, proposed to break up with him yesterday, which made Qingcheng difficult to accept for a while. Duozi said that she was about to go abroad and the visa had been issued, but Qingcheng had just found out yesterday.

It is not surprising that she would choose to study abroad because of her wealthy family, but Qingcheng still hopes that she can stay. Qingcheng kept it again and again, but Duozi was still indifferent. This made Qingcheng completely disappointed.

Qingcheng home is an independent three-story building, the living room, the living room is very spacious, and the room is clean and tidy, the leather sofa feels quite high-end neatly placed with a few meticulous cross-stitch pillows, and the irregular creative bookshelves around the TV and the left hand side of the living room are also neatly organized. In particular, the dining table is empty, the floor is spotless, and there is a vacuum cleaner next to the glass door leading to the balcony, which is probably used to clean the room every day, and the only thing that makes people feel uncomfortable is that this home is not angry at all.

Qingcheng's mother, Keiko, is a typical housewife. On the surface, she gives people a gentle and demure feeling, but those who are familiar with her know that she is a strong and shrewd person. Even though she has a delicate and lovely melon seed face, and there is weakness between her eyebrows and eyes, she is not a person to be messed with.

Qingcheng walked down from the bedroom on the second floor, he opened the refrigerator door, and at a glance he saw a large plate of vegetable and fruit salad, and a bottle of red wine was placed horizontally next to the plate. Of course, Qingcheng knows that this is his mother's beauty package.

He bent down, grabbed an ice cream from the bottom floor of the refrigerator, and walked back to his bedroom as he ate. He stood still as he passed the staircase on the second floor, holding out a hand on the wooden spiral staircase, raising his head, frowning deeply, and licking the ice cream with his tongue.

Remembering Tako, he used his front teeth to crush the crust on the outside of the ice cream, turn the place where the paper was wrapped, bite from the outside of the crust, and then lick and press the ice cream down, so that he could eat both the ice cream and the crust at the end of the meal, of course, this is just his personal hobby.

After eating the ice cream, Qingcheng returned to the bedroom, and after a quick glance at the envelope on the bedside table, he stuffed it into the cabinet at the bottom of the cabinet.

Keiko didn't know about Qingcheng's broken love, she just felt that her son seemed to be in a bad mood, so she went upstairs and knocked on Qingcheng's bedroom door. "Did you encounter anything unpleasant?"

Qingcheng listened to Keiko's words, and his expression began to change subtly, and a light of grievance was reflected in his wide eyes. He lowered his head, "I'm fine,"

"That's good,"

"Actually, I'm ...... today" Qingcheng was about to explain what happened, Keiko interrupted him with words, Keiko said: "Son, in my mother's heart, you are the best." Moreover, the gentleman who looks at Feng Shui also confirms this. ”

Qingcheng took a deep breath and exhaled slowly: "Of course,"

Keiko suggested that her son go to the bathhouse to relax, saying that it would be boring to stay at home all the time. So he pushed him out.

Qingcheng went to the bathhouse to take a bath, and then found someone to massage it, and then walked out of the bath.

It was already half past six o'clock in the evening, the surroundings were slightly dark, and there were a few pedestrians walking around the street, Qingcheng pretended to smell the smell of small stir-fried vegetables in the night market in the air, raised his head and walked swaggeringly.

When I walked to the intersection near the underpass and waited for the traffic light, I heard the high-pitched shouts of people from a distance, and the sound was terrible across the dusk sky. Nowadays, the golden idea business is rampant, and the more it is unrelated, the more it can attract the audience.

At the dinner table, Jiang Yuan talked about it again, urging Qingcheng to find a job quickly, Qingcheng stayed at home all day long, not like his son at all. He thinks that if he is a man, he should dare to dare to do it, and it is simply too unreasonable to only know how to pursue the so-called fashion and fashion all day long like Qingcheng.

Keiko, as Jiang Yuan's wife and Qingcheng's mother, was embarrassed and distressed at this time. Although Qingcheng is unemployed at home, he has now reached the age of talking about marriage, and Keiko feels that finding a suitable girlfriend is more important than anything else than looking for a job.

And Keiko firmly believes one thing more than anyone else, Qingcheng will definitely have a great future in the future. The fortune teller had told her.

Qingcheng is 23 years old and the only child in the family. Qingcheng's parents run a hotel that is second to none in this small town.

The hotel is located in the heart of that bustling shopping street in town. The commercial street is in a north-south direction, the location of the hotel is good, and Qingcheng's parents know how to operate, so in the current economic downturn in the industry, Qingcheng's hotel still has sporadic business.

In order to cut expenses, Jiang Yuan reduced the number of chefs in the hotel from six to only three, including himself.

The only two remaining chefs are Qingcheng's distant cousin and chef Ngawang, a 46-year-old chef at a hotel in Qingcheng. He has good skills, usually talks less, he is still unmarried, I heard that there was a good wife who is now married. It is precisely because of this that the Qingcheng family takes special care of him.