What does it mean to make smoke from the seven orifices? It's now.

Zhou Qishen came back and secretly scolded the little girl for taking revenge, and could he tell Zhao Wenchun about his pornographic films if he offended her a few more times!

Teacher Zhao is a role model, full of knowledge and is very traditional and righteous in his bones. When he met his parents, his experience in the army gave him a lot of points. Zhou Qishen wanted to explain, but no matter how he explained such things, it was not obvious or dark.

Zhao Wenchun was worried. While regretting her daughter's marriage life, she could not digest her grandson named vivi. After some imagination, Teacher Zhao was overshadowed and suddenly sighed, "If she were to get married at that time, I would have objected."

Zhou Qishen's hair stood up.

Zhao Wenchun said quietly: "What's the good thing about a girl getting married too early? Everything is not going well. I know Xiaoxi's personality too well. I have seen her calmness in the past few years, but she actually has forced a smile."

His eyes turned to Zhou Qishen, feeling lost, "Qi Shen, maybe you two are destined to be together, but the fate is not deep enough. After so many things, I feel that my daughter suffered a great loss."

Zhou Qishen did not refute, looked at the old man sincerely and calmly. He stretched out his hand and leaned closer to his face without any ambiguity, "You hit me and hit me hard. I owe Xiaoxi, I don't know what I know."

Zhao Wenchun swung his slap and started to forcefully. When he went down, his palm shaved, and his face was scraped, "Uncle Zhao knows your situation. He has been a hard child since he was a child."

Zhou Qi smiled deeply and the clear breeze, his eyes were bright, and the rare young man's aura was revealed. He said: "Men have to bear big things on their shoulders, and that little bit of suffering is nothing."

Zhao Wenchun saw through it, but didn't say it out loud.

This person is quite similar to Zhao Xiyin, and sometimes he is very arrogant.

"Oh, it's almost done. I have to go back. I'm afraid Xiaoxi is anxious." Zhao Wenchun stood up with his knees and stood up straight, but time is unforgivable. His back is curved downwards and his shoulders are skinny.

Zhou Qishen hurriedly said, "I'll drive you."

"My God, I'm resting!" Zhao Wenchun kept wavering, "It's all like this. If you dare to drive, I won't dare to sit."

"Okay, I won't drive, I'll ask the driver to pick you up."

Zhao Wenchun had already walked to the door, "I'm very comfortable taking the bus."

Zhou Qishen stopped insisting. Zhao Wenchun turned around and pointed to the dishes on the table, "Wash it, and send it to the house next time, do you remember?"

Teacher Zhao is soft-hearted and kind, but in fact he still wants to create opportunities for him.

Zhou Qishen was lying on the hospital bed, never as stead as he was at this moment. He looked at his cell phone several times and questioned what happened to Zhao Xiyin. He didn't answer the message on the phone, and he was still close and separated.

Later, Zhou Qishen took a nap. When he woke up, the nurse happened to come in to take his temperature. Before the thermometer was put, Zhao Xiyin's call came back. Zhou Qishen answered quickly, "Have you silent on your phone? Wait for you for one night..."

The sentence was not complete, Zhao Xiyin interrupted anxiously: "Where is my dad? Is my dad still there?"

Zhou Qishen subconsciously glanced at the electronic clock. It was eleven o'clock. He frowned, "Uncle Zhao left before eight o'clock, wasn't he at home?"

Zhao Xiyin was breathing, "I haven't come back. I've searched all over the community, but there was no one. He put his phone at home without bringing it."

"Don't worry, maybe I'm going to my old friend." To be honest, Zhou Qishen still has a clear idea in his heart, so there won't be any accident.

But Zhao Xiyin was in a very bad mood at this moment. She exploded in a few words, and her tone was out of control with a crying tone. "Zhou Qishen, how can you do this?! You just don't worry. You are either injured here or something wrong there every day. Did you deliberately do it? You are staying in the hospital, don't come back!"

This is a ruthless, ruthless. If anyone else dared to be so arrogant, Zhou Qishen twisted his head off. To be fair, this is accusation without any blame, and the hat was inexplicably slapped.

After a few seconds of silence, Zhou Qishen's lips almost pressed against his phone, and he only said in a deep voice: "Xiaoxi, don't cry."

Zhao Xiyin hung up the phone, no need to think about it, she would definitely cry even more sadly. Zhou Qishen did not delay and took off his hospital gown. The nurse said hurriedly: "Hey hey hey hey! Mr. Zhou, what are you going to do?"

As soon as the words finished, his cell phone rang again.

This time it was Zhao Wenchun, and his tone was so guilty, "I'm sorry Qishen, I, I'm late to go home, Xi'er was scared. I just arrived, it's okay... I just took the wrong bus. I couldn't see clearly at night. I only remembered it until the finish line, but I'm old and it's useless."

After his worries fell to the ground, Zhou Qishen secretly relaxed and asked, "Uncle Zhao, is Xiaoxi still crying?"

Zhao Wenchun was sobbing and feeling uneasy, "She cried so hard that she couldn't stop. I won't say anything anymore. I'll admit my mistake to her."

After hanging up the phone, Teacher Zhao circled around his daughter. Zhao Xiyin lay on the bed, her face buried in the pillow, and she couldn't stop the whimpering. Zhao Wenchun stood at the door of the bedroom at a loss. Sometimes she felt that it was her fault, and sometimes she felt that Zhao Xiyin seemed to be doing something else.

——

Zhou Qishen had been in the courtyard for three days and did not dare to delay it. He went back to the company the next day.

He is not an iron man, and his flesh and blood body doesn’t hurt, but the company has a lot of things, and the review of several projects is under control. He can’t operate at all without participating. Secretary Xu is polite to the boss and said that the schedule has been greatly reduced.

How to have less methods?

Daily working hours dropped from ten hours a day to nine and a half hours.

Zhou Qishen signed the documents and reports quickly: "Xu Jin, this year's group's outstanding employee awards will definitely not be there."

Secretary Xu regards fame and fortune as clouds, "I don't need it. Thank you, Mr. Zhou, for the stable development of the company is my New Year's wish."

In the evening, Gu Heping ordered a private kitchen in Xiushui Street. Lao Cheng came to pick up Zhou Qishen early. Zhou Qishen got in the car and looked at the back seat, "Didn't Zhaozhao come?"

Lao Cheng turned the steering wheel and said, "I went camping with my classmates. Why didn't you rest for a few more days and your health has not yet recovered?"

Zhou Qishen wanted to smoke, but picked up the cigarette box and put it back, "I can't leave."

Lao Cheng laughed, "There is no way you can't walk away, it's all in one thought. If you have earned enough money, you should enjoy life appropriately."

Zhou Qishen smiled, with warm eyebrows, "Wait until you can bring your son back."

Lao Cheng stepped on it suddenly, and it was helpless, "You just believe that you really have a son?"

Zhou Qishen said: "Zhao Xiyin can do such a thing."

When a person is obsessed with regret, he will not listen to any consolation. Lao Cheng does not mention this, and lets them solve the problems left by the couple. After Jingjing, Lao Cheng suddenly asked: "Isn't that what Meng Wei did?"

Zhou Qi said in a deep voice: "Yes."

"Who is that person? He is so cruel. If you don't get out of here, you will really kill you." Lao Cheng still felt indignant when he thought about it. It's not a thing.

Zhou Qishen said nothing, put his hand on the window ridge and tapped it lightly.

When he arrived at the meal, Gu Heping lay on the sofa like a grandfather, holding a cigarette in one hand and chatting on WeChat with his mobile phone in the other. His posture was quite indecent and decadent, but he couldn't resist his temperament. He was seventy-sixty and three threety-sixty, and he was very restrained.

Zhou Qishen went up and kicked him. He had already wanted to settle the account, "Are you doing well with Li Ran?"

Gu Heping glanced at him, "No."

"I don't know what kind of virtue you are?" Zhou Qishen's tone was very cold, "You can do it yourself."

Gu Heping was abnormal, his smile was restrained and he did not express his opinion.

"What are you going to eat today?" Lao Cheng walked over and asked.

Speaking of this, it was exciting. Gu Heping stood up from the sofa and said, "Niu Chong Banquet."

Old Cheng was stunned for a moment and kicked him, "Are you a human being? Boss Zhou was discharged from the hospital. Do you want to make him up to death?"

Gu Heping sat down at the dining table, "It's okay to make up for it. He has been with him for several years, and I almost thought he was going to become a monk. It's normal for him to lose his function."

Zhou Qishen's face turned pale and white. He had nowhere to breathe, so he had to swallow it himself.

In fact, this thing is a good ingredient, which is very nourishing for men and women. The chef made several tricks, and all the cold dishes were available. Halfway through the meal, Gu Heping glanced at Zhou Qishen and mentioned casually: "Shen'er, let me tell you something. A friend of mine drove by Gongshi yesterday and saw Meng Weixi and Xiao Zhao together under the Sanlitun overpass."

Zhou Qishen suddenly raised his head, "What are you doing together?"

"It's nothing...the two of them were crying so hard, hug them."

After saying that, Gu Heping was nervous, but after more than ten seconds of quietness, Zhou Qishen had no mood changes at all, and he was still drinking soup and eating. After the last piece of beef, he picked up a towel and wiped his hands. When Gu Heping thought it was okay, Zhou Qishen took the cup and smashed it against the wall.

The sound of shattering was rumbling and the momentum of burning boats.

Zhou Qishen's face turned gloomy and left without saying a word.

Lao Cheng and Gu Heping looked at each other, worried, "Will you go and fight Meng Weisi again?"

"Then don't worry, he can't beat him like this, Brother Zhou is not a stupid person."

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On the fifth day after the assessment, Zhao Xiyin received a notice from the group that the lead dance spots for the "Nine Thoughts" dance part were rated, and Su Ying and Zhao Xiyin were jointly responsible.

Zhao Wenchun stood up and listened. Seeing that she hung up the phone for a long time but didn't speak, she asked anxiously: "Is there any result? Ah? You, you are talking."

Zhao Xiyin was too calm, poured a glass of water and took a few sips slowly before saying, "Well, lead the dance."

Zhao Wenchun was so happy that he slapped his thigh, "The children of the Zhao family are just promising!"

Zhao Xiyin held back her laughter and pretended to be disgusted, "Who always told me that the result is not important, just be happy? Teacher Zhao, look at your current appearance, the whole capital vanity."

Zhao Wenchun smiled so happily, "Vii is vain, my daughter has earned me face! I am happy."

Zhao Xiyin's smile was like a flower blooming, and her eyebrows were dyed with bright eyes. After dancing for more than 20 years, she didn't care. Is it still her dream to step onto a bigger stage? If time goes back five years, she will definitely nod without hesitation.

What about now?

Zhao Xiyin felt that she was quite peaceful, and finding a balance between hope and disappointment was more important than anything else.

In just a moment, her WeChat message was almost exploded.

The screens were blasted in the dance troupe, all of which were congratulations to her. Zhao Xiyin also understood the worldly ways. She sent five red envelopes to the group and generously said that she was treating everyone to candy. Cen Yue was so happy that she sent more than a dozen tears of emoticons that were bombarded with tears. She was so affectionate and true, this girl was really pure.

Teacher Zhao shouted that she wanted to make delicious food for her. She was busy in the kitchen wearing an apron, humming the Peking Opera "Taking Tiger Mountain by Strategy", and reminded her, "Tell your aunt a letter and let her come to her house for dinner tonight."

The phone call came over, but a young male voice answered, saying politely: "Mr. Zhao is taking a shower. She asked you to tell me if you have something to do."

Zhao Xiyin was stunned at first, and then reacted. The Queen "Zhao Zetian" played around with the world, without any restraint, and was favoring some young man. She hung up with a red face, but she dared not say more, so she silently sent a WeChat message to Zhao Lingxia.

My aunt's reply was two hours later. As expected, she replied with a word: "Yes."

Zhao Xiyin grinned and silly, holding the phone, Zhao Wenchun sighed when she saw it. It was so evil. The little girl was afraid of her aunt. If her aunt was kind to her, she would definitely be 100% obedient, just like a child who had not grown up.

The excitement subsided. Zhao Wenchun drank tea, and the lid of the pot hit the edge of the cup. He asked tentatively: "You cried so sadly last night because I was late?"
To be continued...