Zhou Qishen's light-colored clothes were so spit out that they could not see them at all. It was not a filthy thing, and all the vomiting was alcohol. Instead, he was even more worried. Due to experience, Zhao Xiyin was the most harmful to her body by drinking only without placing her belly.

Zhao Wenchun wanted to laugh at first, but later when he saw that he looked like this, he was full of infatuation, and then he felt relieved again.

Zhao Xiyin woke up in the early morning, with a light in the bedroom, and Zhao Wenchun sat next to doze off. Her throat was so painful that she couldn't speak for the first time, but she squeezed out the sound the second time, "Dad."

With his elbows shaking and his head slammed, Zhao Wenchun woke up in shock, "Ah? Ah. Wake up."

Zhao Xiyin sat up, her hair disheveled like a little madman, her eyes were full of confused, "I want to drink water."

The thermos cup had been prepared long ago, and the water temperature was just right. Zhao Xiyin drank the whole bottle in one breath, and finally became a little clearer. Teacher Zhao picked up the book and knocked it on her head, "Zhao Xiyin, are you really the decoration of your family?"

Zhao Xiyin grinned in pain, "Dad!"

"Dad, you are so tall, recite the rules of the family!"

Zhao Xiyin rubbed her eyebrows, "How can I remember now?"

Zhao Wenchun snorted coldly, "Who sent you back?"

"Xiao Shun'er."

"Do you remember who you vomited?"

Zhao Xiyin grabbed her head and hesitated: "You?"

Zhao Wenchun picked up and knocked it again, and was so angry: "You remember being eaten by a dog! You have vomited all the clothes you have, and you have to go back to the company for a meeting temporarily. Such a big boss left wearing my old man's sweatshirt. Is it reasonable? Is it worthy of others?"

Zhao Xiyin was knocked five or six times in a row, and her eyes were almost fainted.

Zhao Wenchun felt embarrassed and pointed his finger outside the bedroom, "Whoever vomited badly will go wash it!"

Although Teacher Zhao is gentle and kind, this old man still has a stubborn tendency. He has some sets of principles. His family rules were written by him in small pens and seal scripts. In the middle of the night, he had to rush her to the bathroom and squat there to wash clothes.

Zhao Xiyin was very heavy and almost got into the water basin.

Zhao Wenchun didn't feel sorry for him at all and scolded him: "Send it back to him tomorrow!"

Zhao Xiyin looked at a basin of soapy water and was confused. The breathing light of her mobile phone kept flashing. Xiaoshun sent a lot of condolences to her and asked her if she had anything to do. Zhao Xiyin was helpless, cut her camera and took a miserable photo, and slashed her fingers over.

"Dirty coat, soap, Xiao Zhao who was scolded."

After sending the phone, she put her phone aside. After a few seconds, she always felt something was wrong in her heart. She looked at it with concern and found that the message was given to the wrong person. Almost at the same time, Zhao Wenchun answered the phone in the living room, and he came over and turned on the hands-free one.

Zhou Qishen said: "Uncle Zhao, my clothes are not in trouble. Don't let her wash them. She drinks wine, don't touch cold water. Do a favor and throw away the clothes." He also said: "Don't scold her. Who has no pressure? It's better to vent it than to hold it in your heart. If you scold her, she will feel uncomfortable again, and the wine will be in vain."

Zhao Wenchun responded ummy, Zhao Xiyin lowered her head to rub her clothes, and all the small foam flew to her face.

The phone hung up, Zhao Wenchun sighed, "You guys, what's the matter?"

The next day, Zhao Xiyin got up early. The wind broke out these two days, and the clothes were drying quickly. She ironed the Armani and neatly put them into the paper bag. Zhao Wenchun was angry with her, and ignored everyone in the morning. She only pointed to the thermos bottle that had been put on the table and gave an order: "Send it to others."

Zhao Xiyin went out silently. When it was almost time, she sent a message to Zhou Qishen, put the clothes on the front desk, remember to take them.

It was only a minute or two away, and by then, Zhou Qishen was already waiting there.

Of course, he did not wear Zhao Wenchun's elderly sweatshirt. There was a private lounge in the office, which contained everything, from the inner to the coat, and even the underwear and socks in the wardrobe. Zhou Qishen wore a simple and decent black shirt, with platinum cufflinks and watches not falling off. The hem of the shirt was tied into the waist of the pants, a dark checkerboard belt was tied, and a suit was placed on his arms, and he had a great figure. Compared to last night, the only thing that remained unchanged was the hair, which was loose and soft and unstyling. Compared to the capable back, Zhou Qishen was another kind of handsomeness.

Zhao Xiyin knew that he must have been in the company all night.

"My dad gave it to you." She handed the thermos, "I'm sorry, I caused you trouble yesterday. I've washed the clothes. Look, if it doesn't work, I'll compensate you with a new one."

The first half of the words were quite warm, and Zhou Qi was deeply impressed. When he heard the last two sentences, he collapsed.

Zhou Qishen's expression stopped and said calmly: "Xiyin, you don't have to stab me with this."

Zhao Xiyin opened her lips and wanted to speak, but when he looked at her eyes, she became weak and timid.

Zhou Qishen took the thing, "I will have a video conference at 8 o'clock, so I won't give it to you."

His fingers touched as if nothing had happened, and Zhou Qishen seemed to be burned by flames. His jaw tightened, as if he was fighting with him.

Half a second later, he raised the white flag and surrendered.

Zhou Qishen took out something from his suit pants bag and passed by him. He stroked Zhao Xiyin's finger without hesitation and quickly stuffed it into her palm. He whispered: "Prepare."

Zhao Xiyin looked down and was stunned. What Zhou Qishen gave her was the fruit candy that Zhao Xiyin gave him on the day of his nightmare.

He remembered that she never ate breakfast after the hangover because she would vomit when she ate. He remembered that she had to go to train, for fear that something would go wrong with her body. He took what she gave him as a treasure.

He remembers every habit she has.

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The sequelae of hangover is quite strong, and it is not useful to eat candy. In addition, he didn't sleep for one night, Zhao Xiyin appeared in the practice room with dark circles on his eyes. But there was still an assessment today. The assessment in the group has been three or four times. It started with simplicity, which is not difficult. Today, he added a drama and found a companion by himself, and now he made a jump.

Once announced, they were busy looking for partners. The small circles that looked very kind on weekdays could not hide their thoughts. These girls were smart and smart, and they knew people accurately. Whoever danced well and who was at the wrong level, had a book in their hearts.

Several people who were far away all smiled friendly to Zhao Xiyin. Zhao Xiyin was close to Cen Yue and asked her: "Do you follow me?"

She moved quickly, and others didn't dare to come up and invite him again. Cen Yue shook her head, "If you don't drag you down, I won't make up these things, so it's definitely OK to dance pole dance."

Zhao Xi was music, "Silly, just jump, I'll make it up."

The assessment is so harsh, so I will stay for an hour, from editing to jumping all inclusive. Zhao Xiyin took Cen Yue to the corner, and she had ideas, and the set song was "Bao Liang". On-the-spot performance, this story-shaped background music has its own advantages, which can easily allow the audience to enter the situation.

When Zhao Xiyin was in college, she liked to study these things. Sometimes she had inspiration and could jump around on the spot if she had a clothes on the rooftop. Dai Yunxin saw her talent and wanted to shape her in this way, but unfortunately, after Zhao Xiyin had that accident, there was no more of the following.

Zhao Xiyin and Cen Le were playing together for the first time. The tacit understanding was normal and they did not dare to make up the difficult movements. But the teachers still gave high scores because the two girls had different divisions of labor and knew how to play to their strengths and avoid their weaknesses. Zhao Xiyin was so good at whirling and jumping. The movements of the rotation and jumping were flowing like a butterfly spreading its wings.

If you are so stingy, anyone can jump to the right track. But the expression of love and rhyme is born, whether the ancestors can reward you with this food. Zhao Xiyin and Cen Le can collect and release it, and undoubtedly won the highest score in this assessment.

Others sneered: "Where did she send it?"

"I don't know, I didn't find out, but I ran into her and talked to Brother Zhang Yijie on the first day. Brother Jie is so enthusiastic about her."

"That must have something to do."

"But she is quite low-key, and I don't notice her very much."

In the lounge, gossip and gossip became a little fun in boring training life. In fact, no one is malicious. Even if they are curious, they are still quite good at guessing.

Ni Rui held the water cup and bit the straw and smiled slightly, "Don't you know?"

Everyone's eyes lit up suddenly, "Do you know?"

Ni Rui nodded, "She's married."

The news was shocking enough, and I didn't believe it, "It's impossible. She is quite young, and I have noticed that she takes the subway to walk by herself after training. If she has a husband, she must come and pick her up."

Ni Rui said proudly: "Pay attention to my words, it's a matter of failure."

"You mean, is she divorced?"

"Hey, it's not right. Didn't you say before, don't you know her? Why do you know so clearly?"

Ni Rui immediately retorted: "I don't know her." Then she hooked her hands and curious heads came over.

"There's another thing, she used to..."

At this time, Ni Rui's shoulder was poked with her fingertips. When she looked back, Zhao Xiyin had a sweet smile and stood behind her with a spirit. Ni Rui looked like she saw a ghost, and the words "depressed" were all put on her face.

Zhao Xiyin held Ni Rui's arm warmly, thinking it was not enough to kiss her, and half hugged her shoulders, just as if she was not ashamed to her face.

Everyone looked at each other, what's wrong?

Zhao Xiyin blinked her eyes, "Does it look like it? Do we sisters resemble each other?"

Everyone was stunned, "You, you, are you sisters?"

Zhao Xiyin smiled like a flower, nodded vigorously, "Yes, a mother, and a mother came out of the womb."

Ni Rui's face turned red, and the blue veins on her neck were anxious.

Someone said quickly: "Xiaorui, didn't you say that you didn't know her?"

Zhao Xiyin still had a relaxed and happy expression, "My sister is ignorant and always likes to tell small lies. There is no way. She had too many fevers when she was a child. Don't mind, take care of the ones she should take care of. She is different from you. Thank you - come, I'll invite everyone to drink juice."

Cen Yue, behind her, immediately took a large bag of orange juice and put it on the table, and distributed it enthusiastically.

When Zhao Xiyin left, she touched Ni Rui's head affectionately, "Did you get fever again today? Go and take some medicine. If your brain is broken, you won't be able to repair it well."

This is already very rude. Everyone can hear that they hold a stick with a gun in their hands, but the level of the rank is obvious. Zhao Xiyin has real skills, which is much better than Ni Rui, a brainless little girl.

After Zhao Xiyin and Cen Yue left, the scene was quiet.

Everyone looked at me, I looked at you, and no one looked at Ni Rui, and they all stood away from each other tacitly.

Ni Rui's flushed face had not yet subsided, and tears were stored in her eyes and was humiliated completely. The incident that day was well known. Ni Rui lay on the table and cried for noon, as if she had suffered a huge grievance.

Zhao Xiyin didn't care about other people's eyes, and she thought of this result after she broke her face.

After the training was over at six o'clock, she didn't leave and sat on the rooftop.

This is a great place, with tall buildings and the sky in the west is covered by dusk. It is dark and red, but I don’t forget to share a piece of pill for the east. Looking down, the carriage is like an ant, and looking up, the sunset is infinitely beautiful. Zhao Xiyin seems to be sitting at the dividing point of the sky. In that pretentious description, half bright and half sad.

Meng Weixi came up and saw such a picture.

If the wind hadn't blown the girl's hair, he thought the world was still.

Zhao Xiyin found that he was also very fast, and almost instantly turned around. The two met each other, but they did not dodge. She smiled politely and curled the corners of her mouth slightly. Meng Weixi's eyes became hot.

"Have you eaten?" he asked.

Zhao Xiyin said: "No, go back now."
To be continued...