Chapter 11:

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The man who played alone against a first-class beast without losing money was kicked to the ground by the opponent.
When the court was at a loss, a message was sent to his personal terminal, which turned out to be a notice of credit credit...
The name of the sender is Wen Qiuxing.
The man who had just fallen down quickly got up from the ground again and hurried out like a gust of wind.
It was already dark now, and the smart street lights in the community illuminated the road and the slender back of Wen Qiuxing wearing a thin T-shirt.
The physical quality of the man chasing him in the back is different from ordinary people, in this case catching up with him is a breeze.
"Laozi warns you that if you catch up again, I'm welcome to you!" Wen Qiuxing turned back and grumbled fiercely while continuing to move forward.
"Where are you going?" Feng Ting and Wen Qiuxing kept a certain distance, and did not dare to go too far, but it was never possible to leave like this.
"Where am I going to take care of your farts? Which green onion are you?" Wen Qiuxing changed his former docility and became like an angry beast in front of the court.
Feng Ting said: "You are penniless now..."
"That doesn't need you to be pitiful!" Wen Qiuxing interrupted Feng Ting's words loudly, then turned and trot.
The kind of panic that once let the other party disappear in the dark and never see each other again made the court cold.
When the court hadn't responded, he rushed desperately and wrapped his arms around the angry young man.
"Don't go."
Wen Qiuxing, who was suddenly imprisoned, was stunned. He was sure that just two seconds ago, the court was still some distance away from him.
But no matter why the other party's speed is so fast, does he agree to be embraced?
"Let go!" Wen Qiuxing said coldly.
"..." Feng Ting was dumbfounded, but he came back holding this soul, faster than charging: "You go with me."
"Where are you going back?" Wen Qiuxing asked, "Go back to your house? Are you dare!"
The court has nothing to say, he dare not: "I don't mean that..."
"Then you said a fart?" Wen Qiuxing struggled hard, but found that the lines were still: "Let go."
What a giant, rely on!
It's as rare as anyone.
"That's impossible." Feng Ting beeped softly, and then tentatively walked back around the man.
"Well……"
After only a short walk, Wen Qiu wakes up and her milk, biting into Feng Ting's arm, Feng Ting snorted.
But just let it go.
Wen Qiuxing tasted the smell spreading in his mouth, and even felt that he was about to tear off a piece of flesh from the other party, but the other party did not let go.
To be more ruthless, he admits that he is no more ruthless than the emperor.
And he is not the kind of person who has no brain on impulse.
"I'm begging you," Wen Qiuxing slacked off immediately, afraid: "Let me go, I can't play with you."
Feng Ting suffocated his breath and covered his gaffe with frowns: "I didn't play with you, Wen Qiuxing."
This is the first time Wen Qiuxing has heard his full name from the alien's mouth.
He smiled: "Oh!" He didn't know what to say except for the word.
"I am sick." Feng Ting announced abruptly.
Wen Qiuxing froze for a moment: "???
What the is this fucking? !
"It's cold outside, I'll go back and tell you." Feng Ting hugged the silly young man horizontally and quickly returned home.
Wen Qiuxing was tightly bound by the man's strong arm, and was immersed in the artificial bombing just now. He couldn't recover from the bullet, so he stayed still in the other's arms.
At this time, the residents who had been watching for a long time upstairs were also relieved.
The hot-tempered young couple finally stopped talking.
But said that Qiu Xingxing had been brain tonic all the way, and he had already made up an annual Smecta drama that Obama had a terminal illness and broke up with the heroine.
When he recovered, he sat back on the soft sofa at home.
Will, oh no, it should be said that the unnamed giant, who was half kneeling beside the sofa, helped him take off the pair of thin indoor slippers, and seemed to be checking if his jio was injured.
The generous and warm palm touches the sensitive soles of the skin.
This meticulous, awkward reminder of Wen Qiu wakes up that they have been tirelessly entangled in the past few nights.
"Speak." Wen Qiuxing took the lead in opening his mouth, and pulled his foot out of the hand of Feng Ting.
He didn't feel cold when he ran out angrily just now, but now when he returned to the room, he curled up his cold toes involuntarily.
Seeing this, the court got up and entered the bedroom, not knowing from which package a thin blanket was turned out: "This is warmer."
Then he said, "I am not malicious to you."
He also told Wen Qiuxing when they first met this sentence. I don't know if Wen Qiuxing still remembers it or if he wants to believe it.
"And then?" Wen Qiuxing said.
"... There are three seasons each year, and I will fall asleep." Feng Ting lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, kneeling sideways: "So I will tell you that I only have one and a half months to be by your side, because autumn is right away It will pass and I will fall asleep again when winter comes."
"Oh." Wen Qiuxing asked, "What does that have to do with your fraudulent marriage with a fake name?"
"..." The court... choked.
Then he lifted up his blue eyes and subconsciously tried to refute it, but found that the other party was right.
"You can get a fake identity, which means that your means are not low." Judging from the memory that Wen Qiuxing had learned, he guessed: "You keep my mouth open to me, mysterious..."
"That doesn't matter." The court interrupted the man's guess and promised: "I assure you that you will be free again soon."
"In this case, what are you doing holding me back?" Wen Qiuxing really wanted to kick Feiya, but it was still time to talk around the mouth.
"Because I worry about you." Feng Ting pressed Wen Qiuxing's stubborn foot: "You have no money and no place to live, so I don't worry."
If he is angry, Wen Qiuxing will definitely go back to the sentence of Lao Tzu's life and death, but wasn't he so calm?
If the alien with mysterious identity really wants to mess with him, he will be confused in a minute.
"Oh," Wen Qiuxing said, "You mean that as long as I live in this house and honestly spend your money, you will be able to go back at ease... long sleep?"
Wen Qiu Xing thought, what a nonsense this is.
The court hesitated, stayed again, and then nodded: "Well."
Wen Qiuxing laughed angrily, but then he couldn't laugh.
"Very nonsense."
Everything the alien said was nonsense.
But what the other party said was true, this is the most nonsense, so he was bothered.
"I'm not malicious to you." Feng Ting said in a low voice again and again.
"Is there any love?" Wen Qiu awakened for a moment, saying that he was really crazy.
It's all about this time and I'm still playing other people.
"Sorry, withdraw the previous sentence." The slippery young man said, "What are you going to do? Cancel your fake identity and make me widowed?"
Okay, it's a good way, but the question is, since this method is feasible, why did you have to brainstorm to create people?
"Huh." The court nodded, pretending not to hear the question that would make his heart beat unbalanced.
Wen Qiuxing did not believe that things were so simple: "What harm will you do?"
The man nodded, thinking that he would not reveal his emotions without raising his head, but he did not know that the slightly trembling eyelashes had already betrayed him.
"No, there is no damage." He said.
Just lose an identity and a partner.
But these beautiful things did not belong to him.
"So what are you sad about?" Wen Qiuxing said.
"I'm not sad." Feng Ting froze, refuting.
"Fart." Wen Qiuxing sneered: "Piss your urine and take photos of your face."
The sorrow is like chopping.
The court did not speak.
The atmosphere was silent for a while.
"Let me think about it..." Wen Qiuxing's aura flashed, as if he had figured out something: "This afternoon you saved a pregnant woman who fell down. When you saw her miserable situation, she thought of me."
Feng Ting's eyelashes fluttered.
Wen Qiuxing continued: "You are afraid that I will be miserable after you leave, so you decided to give up making me pregnant, the price is to cancel the fake identity, return to the family, accept sanctions?"
"..."
"Above, I guess right?"
Perhaps the real situation is more complicated, but there is only the memory of a little fart in my mind, and Wen Qiuxing can only guess here.
The court was silent.
Wen Qiuxing waited for a moment, and endured the irritability and said: "Listen, I am just a common citizen, not interested in your true identity, and do not want to participate in your complicated world. If you really think about it, Whatever you do, as long as it doesn't cause me trouble."
After finishing talking, Wen Qiuxing turned over the sofa and walked into the bedroom.
Feng Ting was relieved, at least Wen Qiuxing didn't get out this time, that is to say the other party accepted his arrangement.
He should be happy, but his heart was empty, as if he had been dug away for no reason.
Reason and sensibility fought in the mind of the court, one let him see the facts, this is how he will be in his life, there will be no turning point.
One is to make him selfish and try to hide people as he likes, at least one year and three months can be together, right?
But this is unfair to the partner... The other party is so young, and alone, the Feng Ting thought of this and had a headache.
What's more, he doesn't know how long he can exist, maybe he won't have the opportunity to wake up next time.
"..." Feng Ting leaned on the ground, and there was a desperation in his heart.
I don’t know how long it took, someone kicked him condescendingly: "Dead?"
Feng Ting looked up, Wen Qiuxing.
"Not yet," he said seriously.
"You..." Wen Qiuxing was distorted by his choking face, and he felt sullen: "I will ask you again, do you want to be Will or when you are a big man?"
Just when he heard Qiu Xing wandering about business, it was only once.
If the other party is cheap, then he will never take the mouse again!
The man in question was stunned, as if his soul was trembling, but he blinked his dark eyes and could not answer the question.
It is not a multiple choice question to think that Will will be the high king.
Because the right to choose is not in the hands of the court.
When Wen Qiuxing announced that his patience was exhausted and he turned his arm around and left, a hoarse murmur came behind him: "I want to be Will."
The court who spoke this sentence looked at Wen Qiuxing's back with self-deprecation, but his eyes were secretly full of yearnings.
If he was just an ordinary man named Will, that would be great.
In this way, you can get close to the youth he likes without hesitation.
But the facts are just luxury.
Wen Qiuxing stopped and turned to look at the man who was obviously tall and mighty, but he just exhaled a fragile breath, his eyes stunned.
Suddenly thought of a sentence in his mind: If a man who is strong everywhere shows a weak side in front of you, then you are either his mother or his lover.
Wen Qiuxing thought, I can't have such a tall and handsome son.
But... love is ridiculous.
He was willing to take care of this man's business, only because he left behind the messy things, and the Will he saw was a very nice person.
At least this kind of heart did not run.
The temper is also really good.
Thinking of these little things, Wen Qiuxing said, "Then you can be your Will at ease, and go back to bed when the time is up."
The court shook his head without hesitation: "This is unfair to you."
"Oh." Wen Qiuxing said, "Then you go now, I'm bored to see you."
The court: "..."
Eyes lifted up, not daring to say anything.
"Throw away the garbage by the way." After that, Wen Qiuxing entered the bedroom again, and then cut off the energy of the whole house.
It was dark all around.
However, everything in the house is still invisible to the court with good night vision ability.
There are two doors for him to choose from.
Behind a door represents permanent loneliness, and behind a door represents short-lived bliss.
If he chooses to be permanently lonely, he will bear the coldness alone without having to suffer from guilt day and night.
"..."
Wen Qiuxing heard the sound of closing the door in the dark, and after a moment, he silently pouted and cut.
Then I felt that someone held his ankle at the end of the bed, and the soft and warm touch fell on the back of the foot.
"Release." Wen Qiu wakened coldly.
But the man left unattended and gripped tightly.
Then the dense lip prints spread all the way, extremely gentle, but also extremely crazy.
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Qiuqiu: I dug a fire pit and jumped for myself, Tianxiu!
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