After realizing it, Zhou Qishen himself was also as if he was electrocuted. After a moment of excitement, Zhao Xiyin broke free and plunged into the bathroom. After sorting it out, Zhou Qishen's expression seemed to be a smile, and he deserved a beating no matter how he looked.

Zhao Xiyin walked over and kicked the bed hard. It shook Zhou Qishen and frowned. Zhao Xiyin's heart skipped a beat, and she wanted to speak but stopped, and stood by the bed without moving.

"You have caused too many troubles, it really makes people hate it." Zhao Xiyin used stubborn words, but her tone was soft. She looked at him and her nose was sore, "It started so ruthlessly."

Zhou Qishen smiled lightly, "It's not intrusive."

She lowered her head, "I know everything."

"Gu Heping can't hide his affairs. Don't believe what he says in the future."

Zhao Xiyin almost burst into tears, "Actually, I don't care. It doesn't matter whether I am the leader or not."

"I know." Zhou Qishen said softly, "But I don't want you to be wronged."

Zhao Xiyin sat down, bent down, leaned beside the bed, with his head next to him. Outside the window, the smog was gloomy, and the two of them were dormant. It was quiet for a long time. Zhou Qishen subconsciously lowered his head, and Zhao Xiyin was crying silently.

"Xiaoxi." Zhou Qishen curled his fingers slightly and touched her cheek gently, "I have been wronging you over the years."

Zhao Xiyin felt a little worried, and looked at somewhere from afar, and her mind was extremely quiet.

"It's not easy to raise a child by myself. My aunt will take care of her. I will always remember her love."

Zhao Xiyin suddenly raised her head, laughing and crying, "You have to believe it after saying it many times, you really have no son."

It's all about this, and I still deny it's interesting. Zhou Qishen was not happy anymore and said his name dullly, "Is it called vivi?"

Zhao Xiyin was stunned for a moment. He saw her reaction in his eyes and became more and more certain to guess.

Zhao Xiyin stood up and almost sweared to the sky, "That's not your son! My god, that's it, that's it, that's my aunt adopted in the welfare home!"

Zhou Qishen didn't argue with her, turned his head leisurely, with two big words between his eyebrows - nonsense.

Zhao Xiyin explained it all over and swallowed it back. She evasively said that she did not want to analyze this issue in depth. She lost the sentence "Sleep well" and left.

The person is gone, but the kindness is still there.

Anyway, the group was fine and was on half off. Zhao Xiyin rushed to buy vegetables early in the morning. When Zhao Wenchun got up, she had already cut ribs in the kitchen. The situation was buzzing, which scared Teacher Zhao and asked her what was wrong.

Zhao Xiyin did not hide it and told Zhou Qishen about it.

Teacher Zhao’s first reaction was, “Oh, Qi Shen is so weak now? Are you hospitalized again?”

Zhao Xiyin nodded, feeling depressed, "There are problems everywhere. Last time I heard that I still have kidney deficiency."

"He is only thirty-two, and is the primordial aging disease coming so quickly?" Teacher Zhao was frightened.

Zhao Xiyin was serious and said, "He has passed the age of a young age, so menopause should be ahead of his time."

Teacher Zhao was kind-hearted, "He is a poor child. OK, I'll do it. I'll help you with the food. You can give him some nourishment every day."

Zhao Xiyin felt sad, "Oh! It's quite pitiful!"

Turning around, he was in a good mood, but Zhou Qishen just needs to be cleaned up.

That evening, Cen Yue called Zhao Xiyin and was anxious and said that the key to the apartment she rented was missing. Zhao Xiyin was convenient to go to Gongtai and wanted her to help search in the group.

Zhao Xiyin didn't delay, and she actually found her by taking a taxi.

"We meet in Sanlitun, I'll give you the key." After talking, I turned around and saw Zhang Yijie standing at the door. He must have been here for a while and greeted with a smile, "Xiao Zhao, haven't left so late yet?"

"I'll look for the key." Zhao Xiyin saw Meng Weixi standing with Zhang Yijie and slowly turned her eyes away.

Zhang Yijie was so smart that he retreated after finding an excuse. Meng Weixi stood at the door, and Zhao Xiyin took two steps forward, but he had no intention of getting out of the way. After a while, Meng Weixi said, "Send you to you."

When he walked in front, Zhao Xiyin felt that he had lost weight. He was wearing a black coat and through two layers of clothes, he could see a slightly convex arc of his shoulder blades. Meng Weixi was beautiful and had very particular food and clothing. At that time, she was still young, at the age of eighteen or nineteen, with a naive look on her face and had to maintain her figure when she danced. The little girl was greedy and often went out to steal skewers on her back. Meng Weixi scared her, "If you become a pig, you can't participate in the competition."

The mutton skewers that reached the mouth were put down again. Zhao Xiyin struggled for two seconds and reached over pitifully, "You helped me eat the meat. Can I taste the meat on the diced carrots?"

Meng Weixi couldn't bear to let her down and helped her eat all the beef. The remaining carrot diced rice was fragrant and soft.

He actually didn't eat these junk foods very much. After eating 15 or 16 skewers, he became gastroenteritis at night. Zhao Xiyin secretly came to see him, feeling distressed and annoyed, and said tearfully: "Meng Weixi, if you become a vegetative person, I will take care of you for the rest of your life."

Meng Weixi was so angry that he was so angry that he said, "You can't hope your boyfriend is better?"

Zhao Xiyin pinched his hand that was hitting the drip, and gently covered the back of his hand with a weak palm, "The potion is so cool, I'll give you warmth."

It has been warm for many years and has been cold for many years.

The two of them stood in the elevator one left and one right, with an empty middle. The so-called separation was wide, but they could not be calm. Meng Weixi lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, and his whole body was numb. The elevator indicator light went down, and with a tingling sound, when the door opened, he suddenly held Zhao Xiyin's hand.

Zhao Xiyin frowned and struggled with her wrist.

Meng Weixi held her tightly, her face seemed to be in the deep mountains and quiet seas, her eyes were 70% affectionate and begged. He said in a hoarse voice: "If you hold on for a while, will you be fine?"

Zhao Xiyin didn't make any more efforts, and her skin was cold, like a pool of stagnant water.

The neon lights outside reflected the sky, but the wind was cold. In just a few seconds of silence and obedience, he could feel Zhao Xiyin's unmoved.

No matter how hot your fingertips are, you won’t be able to warm your true heart.

Zhao Xiyin cruelly conveyed the truth without a word.

She looked silent and endured the words all the way, but asked, "Meng Weixi, I can't control what you do, but can you care about the bottom line? Zhou Qishen is really dead, can you leave it clean?"

One sentence becomes a wound, tear open the cover, and the wind and snow surging outside the door.

Meng Weixi looked calmly, "What did I do?"

Zhao Xiyin looked at him directly, "He was stabbed twice in the parking lot, Meng Weixi, it's really boring."

Meng Weixihan looked at him, "If he did too many things, he was seeking revenge by any enemy. Maybe he couldn't even remember it. If I really want to kill him, he wouldn't have the chance to spread rumors in front of you."

No matter how gentle and kind a person is, he can choke to death when he becomes arrogant. He has bad attitudes. One is straightforward and the other is cruel and disdainful. How can he talk? Can he still talk? Meng Weixi feels so uncomfortable that he is stabbed by a knife, and his flesh and blood are full of holes.

Zhao Xiyin took a deep breath and tried her best to restrain her emotions, "Meng Weixi, it's not worth it for you to take care of yourself like this."
Chapter completed!