Chapter 606: Words on Banknotes (8)

A group of people understood his temperament and knew that he was in a bad mood. When everyone passed by him, they would at most shout "Brother Sheng", so they wanted to avoid him and ran away immediately.

Only Wu Hao said a few more words to him because his little girlfriend brought a new friend.

"Brother Sheng, this is my wife's deskmate, Qin Zhi'ai."

When Wu Hao ran to him and said these words, he didn't look up at him at all, he just bit his cigarette butt and lit it.

But when he heard the words "Qin Zhi'ai", his fingertips trembled slightly without being noticed by others, and the flames from the lighter burned his little fingers.

It hurt a little, but it also reminded him that he lost his composure.

He lowered his eyes, took a puff of cigarettes, and the smoke rings he exhaled were slightly out of shape due to emotional fluctuations. He didn't raise his eyelids until his heart regained that stagnant calm, and looked at the little girl standing beside Wu Hao. took a look.

He didn't speak to her, just nodded his head slightly, and then looked away.

She was dragged away by Xu Wennuan, Wu Hao took a cigarette from the cigarette case at his fingertips, bit it in his mouth and lit it: "Brother Sheng, how are you doing? Do you think Xiao Ai is particularly worthy of the title of school belle? "

It's really strange, whether she is worthy of the title of school belle, what does it matter to him?

Gu Yusheng rolled his eyes and ignored Wu Hao.

Wu Hao probably also knew that he was in a bad mood, and was afraid that he would burn himself later. When he saw Xu Wennuan changed his skates, he said "Brother Sheng, I'm going to find my wife", and ran away.

He leaned against the wall quietly, as if the deafening DJ music in the ice rink did not exist, smoking one cigarette after another.

Father's ashtray was smashed with great force, and the back pain came wave after wave.

He frowned slightly in pain, and then looked back at the colorful lights on the ceiling of the skating rink.

Qin Zhi'ai happened to slip by in front of him, his eyes swept over her face, she seemed to feel it, and glanced at where he was standing.

His eyes met hers, his fingers flicked, and the cigarette butt fell off.

He hastily lowered his eyelids, stamped out the cigarette butt, lowered his head, stood there silently for a while with his hands in his pockets, then turned around and left the skating rink without saying a word.

Because I didn't know what my home was like now, I didn't want to go back, so I went to the Internet cafe I often go to.

I opened a separate box, lay on the sofa alone, covered my head with clothes, and fell asleep soundly.

When I woke up again, it was already midnight. When I turned on the computer, logged in to the game, and entered the password, through the computer screen, for some reason, it shook out. In the afternoon at the skating rink, Qin Zhiai looked into his eyes... as if she would Like talking, twinkling, sparkling, a little seductive.

The fact that she really noticed Qin Zhi'ai was not because of the sight at the skating rink.

It was the first time he had met her many times.

That day, a group of people collectively spent the night in an Internet cafe.

After playing the game in the middle of the night, he was a little tired, leaning lazily on the chair, watching American dramas with headphones on.

As a result, the little girl suddenly ran up to him.

He wore earphones, and the voice was a bit loud, so he couldn't hear what she said clearly, but then he saw her put a bottle of green tea in front of him.

What's the meaning?

He glanced at her in confusion, seeing that she hadn't spoken, and then thought of...