My cousin shut up embarrassedly, "Okay, okay, go to the house to blow up the air conditioner first, you will have a really heatstroke."

Just so happened that Zhou Qishen's call came back.

As soon as he answered, he apologized: "I'm sorry, I just answered the phone call from a customer for a long time."

Zhao Xiyin didn't talk too much and told him the matter, "I'm with your cousin now. He wants to go to your house, why don't I find him a hotel to live in first?"

When my cousin heard this, he immediately shouted dissatisfied: "What hotel do you stay in? I'm here to tell him the serious business!"

Zhou Qishen: "Give him the phone."

Zhao Xiyin handed over the phone.

Zhou Qishen’s first sentence was: “Don’t yell at my people.”

Of course, Zhao Xiyin didn't hear this. When the phone returned, Zhou Qishen said calmly: "Xiaoxi, please take them to my house. I'll say hello to the property side. The door lock password is 986523. I'll arrive in fifteen minutes."

There is nothing to be pretentious about now, Zhao Xiyin does it.

Zhou Qishen’s house in Fanyue is also an excellent apartment. With lighting on all sides, the password lock is unlocked, the main control in the house is automatically turned on, the air conditioner is constant temperature all seasons, the electric curtains slowly slide, and the lights in the living room are in the daytime lighting mode.

My cousin and the two young people behind him were stunned. He took off his shoes, walked around, and smiled flatteringly, "I'm rich, I'm so rich."

Zhou Qishen lives alone, the door of the master bedroom was open, the gray-toned blanket was not folded, and a corner was wrinkled. There was half a bottle of water on the dining table, and two boxes of medicine were placed next to it. Zhao Xiyin felt a deep heart when she saw it.

The living room was tidy, with only a stack of money on the armrest of the sofa, worth four or five thousand. My cousin stared at the stack of money and looked at Zhao Xiyin with a smile, "Come on, keep it, and the wealth is not exposed."

Zhao Xiyin smiled perfunctorily and stuffed it into the drawer.

After enough visits, my cousin sat on the leather sofa with a familiar look, crossed his legs and shook his feet, and educated people, "My brother and sister, why haven't you had children after you have been married for so many years?"

Zhao Xiyin was embarrassed and did not answer.

"You, don't be embarrassed, go for a checkup, treat the disease if you are sick, don't worry if you are not sick. If you have a son, my brothers will give you a son. Let your sister-in-law copy you a folk remedy, go to the temple to worship, soak incense ash in water, drink it for half a month, and be sure to have a child..."

"Cousin, you are here, are you still working hard on the road?" After being interrupted, Zhou Qishen put his hands behind him and walked in calmly.

Zhao Xiyin subconsciously stood in front of him like she was holding a life-saving straw.

Zhou Qishen looked at her with a sorry look. Then he pushed the person behind him with his hands, turned his head and whispered: "I'm sorry for you."

Zhao Xiyin's heart trembled and she shook her head, "It's okay."

When Zhou Qishen arrived, it seemed that there was a Dinghai Shen Needle in the room, and the male owner's aura was too strong.

Later, Zhao Xiyin heard them talk about this kind of drama. In the past, it was staged almost every month. Those who borrowed money, sought work, and those who had to pay for the house to build a house at home. It was even more exaggerated. There were also those who said that Zhou Qishen’s father had not paid back the money on credit ten years ago, and the principal and interest increased ten times.

This time it was even more ridiculous. It was said that another cousin married his wife and wanted to have some show off and asked Zhou Qishen to find a few good cars to pick up the bride. He also pointed to the two young people who looked like eighteen and nineteen years old, and from the neighbor's house. Please ask Zhou Qishen to find a more relaxed job.

Zhao Xiyin stood aside, and was furious when she heard it.

Zhou Qishen sat there with a light smile and no fluctuations in his expression. He was polite, but he couldn't find any warmth.

After half an hour of noisy, my cousin finally calmed down.

Zhou Qishen was fine, and dusted his slightly wrinkled clothes, stood up and said, "You are tired today, and you will be unable to finish the matter for a while. Let's take a break first. I asked the secretary to book a hotel. I will take you to the Great Wall of the Forbidden City tomorrow."

When people walk, the doors are closed, the house is as quiet as an ancient tomb.

Zhou Qishen stood by the door, holding the door panel with both hands, lowered his head slightly, and the lines of his shoulders rose and fell with his breathing.

He didn't move, and he gasped deeply.

After half a minute, Zhou Qishen walked towards the bedroom, without saying a word, turned his head down, reached out to take the pillow to cover the back of his head. He didn't even take off his shoes, and fell asleep just like that.

Zhao Xiyin stood in the living room and looked through the crack in the half-open door of the bedroom, and her heart shook.

Five minutes later, she walked into the bedroom, found the remote control, and adjusted the curtains tightly, leaving only a very dark light for him. She returned to the living room, and there was his cell phone, wallet, and car keys on the table. Zhao Xiyin packed them neatly. Seeing the two boxes of sleeping pills next to her, she curled her fingers and put them all in the drawer. The moment she closed it, she reached out and hid the two boxes of medicine at the bottom, and then she felt relieved after pressing it.

Zhao Xiyin sat back on the sofa, checking the time, and looking back at the bedroom.

He must have fallen asleep.

Zhou Qishen's mobile phone comes in from time to time, and the screen lights up again and again. Zhao Xiyin followed and saw the first five apps on his mobile phone page.

Searching People Network

Chinese Charity Search

Dear, come home

Found you

Zhao Xiyin's heart was suffocated, and her hands shook. As soon as she started to feel sad, a depressed sound suddenly came from the bedroom-

Zhao Xiyin hurriedly ran in. Zhou Qishen sat up, grabbed his hair with his hands, and his face was full of pain. He was soaked in sweat, and his clothes were pressed against his chest and back. Zhao Xiyin was frightened, "Is he having a nightmare again, right?"

Zhou Qi was in chaos and chaos. The nightmare was like a scorching iron chain, tying his hands and feet and silencing the spiritual platform. He fell into the abyss and could not see a trace of light in his dream.

Zhao Xiyin's voice was a sincere concern that could not be hidden, and a gentle and gentle voice that he forgot to receive.

Zhou Qishen's eyes were wet, and he looked at her ignorantly, forgetting in an instant whether it was in a dream or reality. His heartbeats violently and he hugged her instinctively.

Zhao Xiyin was tightly held tight by him, just like a brick wall.

Zhou Qishen's head was buried between her neck. The man's face was hot, the tip of his nose was hot, and his lips were hot.

A few seconds later, Zhao Xiyin felt a drop of coldness.

Zhou Qishen couldn't tell the difference between reality and dream, and murmured in a hoarse voice: "...wife."
Chapter completed!