Chapter 451: : Daily 51

In the afternoon of the next day, Lin Niansi did not rest at home after all.
Probably it was Yan Yan who went to find Zheng Quzhi. As soon as he was about to lie down on the bed, the doorbell rang, and then he saw Zheng Quzhi coming in with big bags.
They are all hot pot ingredients, and they want to eat hot pot here.
"You are all a family member, why are you here to eat hot pot?" Lin Niansi frowned, his thick hair was messy, and the expression on his face was not good.
"My family Wei Yan doesn't like me to eat hot pot more." Zheng Quzhi returned with a bitter face.
This did not deceive Lin Niansi. In the past few years, Wei Yan's requirements for his healthy diet have become higher and higher. Even hot pot has been restricted to Zheng Quzhi, making him greedy for several days.
It just so happens that I'm coming to Lin Niansi today, so I might as well buy the ingredients and go to him for a hot pot!
Lin Niansi, who was forcibly fed the dog food, looked ugly. After staring at Zheng Quzhi and taking out the same ingredients, he couldn't resist the temptation of good food after all, and took out the mandarin duck pot he had before.
After both of them were seated in their seats, Zheng Quzhi looked at the bubbling soup and suddenly said: "We haven't had hot pot together in a long time, right?"
Lin Niansi was taken aback, then nodded: "Yes!"
It has been three years since Zheng Quzhi’s marriage meeting. After marriage, Zheng Quzhi has a lot of restraint. Very few people hang out outside. Even if he comes out to eat, he is with Wei Yan. How could he be an outsider embarrassed to get in?
Thinking of Zheng Quzhi's marriage, Lin Niansi lowered his eyes.
I still remember that he and Luo Xingtong were thinking about getting married first. In the end, Zheng Quzhi got married before them. Now both Zheng Quzhi and Wei Yantong have a child. Not only did he and Luo Xingtong not get married, they broke up. , It's ironic to think about it...
"Luo Xingtong came back two days ago." Zheng Quzhi suddenly said again.
Lin Niansi was startled, and a moment later he raised a smile: "What are you telling me? I have broken up with him."
"How did you break up?" Zheng Quzhi asked as he put down some dishes: "I remember what you talked about well? Why did you get to this point?"
With that, he bent down and handed the bottle of beer he had brought to Lin Niansi.
Lin Niansi took it, opened the cover without saying anything, and said indifferently: "What else? Just like that!"
He and Luo Xintong had also been in love to the death. The two abandoned everything and came together, ignoring the cynicism of the world for three years, and finally they lost to a stranger.
"What about that?" Zheng Quzhi seemed to have no expression, and continued to poke Lin Niansi's scar.
"The three views are not in harmony." After a long while, Lin Niansi's lips lightly opened.
The three views are not in harmony?
Zheng Quzhi stayed silent. This was once a barrier between him and Wei Yan, right? Does this problem exist in the relationship between people and ghosts?
"He has no humanity." Many words in the bottom of my heart opened up another door, and they all came out. Lin Niansi poured a sip of beer into his mouth and continued: "And too paranoid and strong, just look for one. Things are completely unreasonable."
At the beginning, he felt that Luo Xintong loved him too much, so even though he was dissatisfied, he would forgive him and persuade him. But after a long time, he discovered that Luo Xingtong didn't love him, but was too possessive and regarded him as his own possession, regardless of his thoughts, and only cared about himself.
"Wei Yan once said it." Zheng Quzhi squinted his eyes. "Luo Xingtong's emotional life is like a piece of white paper. No one has ever taught him anything."
There was no one to guide him, so that he followed his own ideas in everything, and finally became a paranoid and selfish person.
"Really?" Lin Nian lost his mind for a while, recalling that when Luo Xintong did this before, he really didn't tell him that this was wrong...
After a long while, he sighed again: "After all, it's just passed, let's not mention it again."
As soon as the voice fell, a certain figure on the balcony froze.
"Why can't I mention it?" Zheng Quzhi smiled, "I have to mention the words of my predecessor every day in front of Wei Yan! Since it has passed, then I should let it go. Since let it go, what are you avoiding?"
Hearing this, Lin Niansi frowned.
Finally glared at him a little annoyed: "It's up to you!"
It's a bit of his previous look. Zheng Quzhi laughed and put the stuff from the chopsticks hot pot into Lin Niansi's bowl: "Why is it none of my business? Am I not your male god?"
Lin Niansi: "Get out!"
He only liked this stuff when his brain was sick!
The hot pot meal was quite enjoyable. When it was over, only the soup was left at the bottom of the pot, and the wine bottles fell on the ground in twos and threes. In the past few years, Zheng Quzhi's wine power was good, and he was not drunk after drinking this way, but Lin Niansi, lying on the table softly and peacefully.
"Lin Niansi?" Zheng Quzhi raised his eyebrows, "Are you drunk now?"
"Not drunk." Lin Niansi murmured.
Upon seeing this, Zheng Quzhi gave a chuckle. After a long while, he turned his head and looked at the balcony: "When will you hide?"
As soon as the voice fell, there was a sudden increase in the room.
Luo Xingtong was able to maintain his adult appearance, her long hair almost reached the ground, and the bells made a crisp sound, which made Luo Xingtong even more attractive.
"What are you doing here?" Zheng Quzhi said amusedly: "Didn't you break up? I heard that you are going to die forever?"
"Sneez—" Luo Xingtong sneered: "I am active on the big screen every day, it's hard to imagine it."
"I remember you didn't watch TV before?" Zheng Quzhi revealed without hesitation.
In exchange for Luo Xingtong's murderous white eyes, Zheng Quzhi stood up silently, patted the non-existent ash on his clothes, and sighed: "You two, one is my friend and my brother, and the other is my wife, nephew, and friend. , Why should I be caught in the middle?"
"No one is forcing you to stay in the middle." Luo Xintong glanced at the endgame on the table, couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth a few times: "Why are you so edible?"
"Hey, can you control it?" Zheng Quzhi provocatively asked: "It seems that people have nothing to do with you now, right? You broke the law by breaking into the house without permission, and now it's on us?"
Luo Xintong: "..."
If it weren't for the husband's wife, he really wanted to fist past.
Seeing that Luo Xintong didn't speak, Zheng Quzhi continued to speak: "I think Lin Niansi really wants to let go of the period with you. You should leave quickly. You may still be friends in the future."
"No, it won't be a friend." Lin Niansi, who had been lying on the table, suddenly sat up, staring at Luo Xingtong's direction with a torch, with some seriousness in her misty eyes: "We will never be friends. ."
As soon as the voice fell, Luo Xintong's face became very difficult to look.