As Zhao approached the room lightly, he heard a very obvious sound, took two steps back to see that the roof was black and seemed to be temporarily uninhabited. Zhao Qingqing re-entered the unit building, and this time after entering. Knowing that she had a new key in her bag, she did not open the door herself, but suddenly pressed the doorbell next to her.
More than ten seconds later, zhao queer, wearing a blue sweater, opened the door in a panic. Zhao Qing smiled and threw himself straight in: "Doesn't someone say that he is home now?" So what is he doing now? Someone who was
secretly hiding here and grabbing a tight pack had some surprise in his eyes and some confusion. But either way, he finally gave way and let Zhao, who had been crowded, come in: "I just wanted to get this out of here sooner!"
"Pack up, pack up can—"
Call me these two words, Zhao Qingqing finally did not say it.
Seeing the hallway of the house, the mess of various planks and tools, Zhao gently turned his head to look behind her, "How can you still be carpenter?" Can't you do everything we need here? "
Huh!"
In this particularly bad environment, even if he was originally a celestial immortal, he was a little eclipsed at the moment. He smiled sheepishly, and Zhao gently mentioned the long skirt he usually wore on the bottoms to hide the ugliness. Slowly stepping on his own little boots, he stepped in little by little.
"You—do you really know how to work as a carpenter?" What we need, do you really want to make it yourself, piece by piece? Inside
the pile of wood was something that looked like it was going to take shape, and there was a nailed shotgun, which made Zhao, who was already completely inside, mess up again.
"My uncle is a carpenter, have you forgotten this?" Although there have been fewer people looking for him over the years, he can still receive scattered work. When I was a kid, every time I went to his house, he asked me to pull a pull cord for him and help him. How the wood was made, how the ordinary table and chairs were beaten, although I had never beaten it myself. But after all, I watched him do it for many years, so I felt that I should be able to do this myself. And the Internet is indeed a good thing, and you can find detailed tutorials on making tables and stools on the Internet. So the simplest thing about the bed, I wanted to do it myself. After
the initial panic was over, Zhao Que was still slightly red in the face and quickly settled down.
Zhao Qingqing stood in the middle of a large pile of waste wood for a moment in shock, and then she looked down at Zhao Qingqing, who should have just been making a triangular thing, and subconsciously asked, "But this is not a bed?" Is it so high to make your own bed? Zhao
, who usually didn't talk much, didn't speak again at the moment.
Zhao gently pulled up her skirt and leaned down to take a good look. And then she quickly recognized, "Is this the big table I'm talking about?" Is it the desk where you can put things? Zhao Hu
stood at the door and nodded slowly, and then he carefully closed the anti-theft door and slowly walked over: "I want to make this first!" Zhao Hao's
simple words were simple, but the low-headed Zhao Qing was almost as red as yesterday's.
Pursing his lips, he desperately endured. Then Zhao Qingqing bowed his head and continued, "Fool! The
crow, who had been called a fool for no reason, was not angry, and he walked forward with a good temper, and then slowly cleaned up a few wooden strips around Zhao Lightly, lest the wooden stripes near her scratch the yellow long yellow skirt of the obviously beautiful silk texture on her body. And last year's New Year's Eve, she spent more than two hundred expensive boots.
Zhao Gently straightened up and looked down at him to fold.
In this messy room that he had tormented, Zhao Qingqing did not know where he had gotten so much discarded wood and planks. I don't know how he and Shen San moved so many things in during the day, piece by piece. I don't know where he got so many special tools in the middle of the night. A man is like a ghost, tinkering when he makes his own so-called large desk.
He was a cockroach, but when she read the novel, she was the most beautiful and noble in it. It is known as the special existence of walking hangers and dancing noblemen.
But just such a man, he now wears black jeans and pulls on the sleeves of his sweater sleeves that are visibly dirty. Just in the making, she casually talked about a large table during the day today. At the moment, she was also squatting on her waist and quickly, cleaning up some large and small waste wood under her feet.
Look down at the other person.
Zhao Qing, who had been patient, gradually felt that his eyes were hot, or he had the idea of being made different from his own by the other party again.
"Zhao Hu, you get up!"
Looking at the other party motionlessly, Zhao Qingqing, who had been patient, suddenly did not want to endure any longer, and then she suddenly opened her mouth.
"What?"
Zhao's voice was a little low, and the zhao bird who was crouching quickly to clean up the ground did not react immediately at first.
But just when he looked up and saw Zhao Qing's expression of indisputable, he subconsciously wanted to get up and ask.
Zhao Qing, who had been standing still, had already taken a big step towards him, and then suddenly bent over and approached him.
Holding two long wooden stripes, zhao thione subconsciously hugged the thing in his hand.
Looking at the little girl wearing a small skirt and a high ponytail, she suddenly leaned over to him. He held his breath, subconsciously tense, and waited.
The ice seemed to carry warm lips, and finally slowly approached him.
The zhao bird who kissed each other for the first time did not move and half knelt, and continued to hold the two long wooden strips in his arms that now looked unusually funny.
Later, when I saw the lightness of kissing my own hands, the eyes were closed, and the cheeks were red where the ears were connected.
Zhao Hu finally reacted, and then he quickly put down what he had in his hand. Quickly rubbing his fingers on his body, and then reaching out without hesitation to hold the bright and transparent place in front of him, he slowly moved himself.
After living a lifetime, Zhao Qingqing only cared about reading and making money in the early stages. Later, he was busy running away from home and doing his job well. In the first two years of her life, she slowly relaxed, bought a house, had a little savings, and learned to look at the novel and chase the stars.
Such a blatant is actually a standard theoretic. How to kiss people, how to be intimate with people, she actually knows, but she has never practiced with people.
At this moment, when she had the courage to reward the bird that had performed well, she had no other action except to lean over her body and stick to the other party without moving.
So later, when Zhao Tsurugi, who was slowly getting up, held her cheeks and came over from above. What Zhao Qing could do seemed to be just looking up, drooling like a cooked red cockroach, allowing the Zhao crane to eat slowly.
His own heart almost jumped out of the lips and throat eyes connected to the crane.
The place where she reached down and consciously touched it, there seemed to be a stirring heart that was just as excited as her, and seemed to want to jump out of her solid chest.
Reaching down, he consciously grasped the blue sweater on Zhao Thorn's body, and with his other hand, subconsciously felt the violent jumping under Zhao Tsurugi's chest.
Aware that the original at this moment looking at the gifted bird is very passionate to kiss, the original with themselvesSame after agitation. Gradually, Zhao Qing was not as agitated and panicked as before, and her heartbeat and her body slowly returned to normal. Gradually, Zhao Qingqing once again felt the peace of mind of a long time.
The two secretly did bad things in the new nobody's house, and after a long time, the two people who finally separated were again with red cheeks and quickly got busy.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, these were moved in, and then folded back after eating. Now that the big board needed for the big table is ready, the legs under the table are now being made.
After Zhao Qingqing came over to help him, there was some embarrassment. He smiled, quickly picked up the wooden block, and quickly compared it to the experiment.
"Cough, that one, these woods and planks, where did you get them?"
A momentary agitation, inducing others not to learn well. After being embarrassed for a while, he finally spoke first with a thick face.
"It's our former landlord, and the first floor of his house isn't full of old planks and this obviously nice white strip." I used to give him three hundred dollars, and he let us take it and put it on at will.
Ignoring the rolling light on his face, Zhao Bao, who was intimate with his girlfriend for the first time, answered quickly.
"Didn't he drive you out before?" So this time you passed, he gave it? Sweeping
the corners of the mouth that Zhao Was about to bend into the sky, Zhao smiled slightly and continued to ask deliberately.
"In our case at the time, people chased us as we should. And instead of someone driving you out without saying anything, he was able to write a note at the time and let us leave before the next rent payment, which was actually interesting enough. Moreover, things are things, and buying and selling is buying and selling. That room of things, he threw away pity, wanted to use but could not use and opportunity to use. Now I've run over to him specifically to give him money and help him solve the waste he doesn't want, how could he not be willing! The
talking Zhao, the detailed follower said softly. He called his former landlord yesterday to discuss buying scrap.
Zhao listened softly, and slowly the face returned to normal.
The two talked and worked, and the middle bird took the phone and ordered an external sale. Then that night, the two men twisted from more than seven o'clock in the evening to eleven o'clock in the evening. The big table that Zhao Qingqing wanted, and the large bed that Zhao Needed, both of them slowly made up.
The tools in Zhao Hu's hand seemed to be rented by Shen San to a nearby furniture store.
When Zhao Crane first made that big table, he didn't actually do it well. He did it very slowly, and wasted a lot of big wood in the middle.
But then when the simple table was completed, the large bed that was not very complicated, the two of them made it particularly fast.
The two spent the night and made simple big table and bed.
The rest, even if Zhao He still wants to continue to do it. But looking at the time on the plane, I had to stop for a while.
The two men came out of the door as usual, but then the five that were not far away arrived at Zhao Qingqing's nine trees there. At a distance of less than two hundred meters, the two seemed to have walked for a long time this night.
Finally, after waiting for Zhao to be light, he finally chased away the grinding and chirping cranes.
One enters the unit building, one goes up the unhoved stairs. Zhao Gently covered his face that was glowing again, and once again he whispered in embarrassment in the corridor.
Zhao Bao, who was "angry and chased away", waited at the door of the small area not far away, and saw that the lights in the room where Zhao Qingqing had finally lit up.
He was only under the security guard's big, obviously careful and vigilant little eyes. Finally smiling, he quickly left the small black door that was reserved for the night in the community.
Pengcheng is a well-known city that never sleeps, and even if it is a suburb, the situation here at night is not easy.
Walk through the bustling streets that are nighttime, but also bright like white. Zhao Hu finally hummed the song like a fool. Slowly reaching for the top of his head, all he could hook, slowly walked towards where he lived now.
The middle raised his hand to touch the string to celebrate the arrival of the 2015 New Year's red light basket. Zhao Hu suddenly saw several girls who were not far away from the road to eat and burn, and seemed to be laughing at him, and also seemed to be taking a mobile phone to shoot him.
Happy today, Zhao Hu smiled subconsciously. Then he didn't care about those people or the pictures they took. He returned to his normal appearance, took his mobile phone, and continued to walk briskly.
And when Zhao Crane was like a fool, shaking his body and humming a song slowly home. Zhao Qingqing, who was already lying on the bed early, smiled and slowly took out his mobile phone.
Zhao Qing, who took the mobile phone, originally wanted to send a message to Zhao Hu and ask him if he had arrived.
But before sending a message to ask Zhao, Zhao Qing suddenly opened his own personal Weibo.
She has not posted a single personal message or posted a single photo of herself on the world's Microblog.
This new account she bought a new mobile phone to register, and from the moment the account existed, she only did one thing. It is a hand-drawn comic strip called "My Stupid Boyfriend" that is serialized on it.
Others post comics on the Internet as if they have their own specialized tools. But Zhao Qingqing did not buy the so-called hand drawing board, nor did she bother to draw on the painting software.
She was painting with a sheet of A4 paper, after completing her so-called serial comic with her own three-footed cat painter. She would take pictures with her phone and send the comics to her account.
After knowing in August that Zhao's birthday was specifically that day, she began her operation.
The month she was separated from Zhao, she just remembered the other person. As soon as she suddenly didn't have the heart to learn, she picked up a pencil and paper and slowly sketched it.
This thing was another birthday present she had prepared for Zhao Tsurugi.
Originally, when she published her first comic, she was still hesitating. I still wonder if I am doing this now, is it a little too much to manage things, too hasty to make a quick profit.
But slowly, her Weibo fans became more and more, and later she and Zhao Huang really separated from the novel. At that time, I saw the urge of online fans. Slowly she was determined that in the future she must really give this gift to the idea of Zhao Tsurugi.
This depicts her previous events with Zhao Hu and is clearly artistically crafted by her, focusing on the male protagonist's handsome and kind serial comics. In the end, Zhao Qingqing intends to end with a real photo of Zhao.
In the past, Zhao Qingqing had never done such a thing. Even what online e-commerce and online comics are connected to the Internet are particularly far away from her. Although she has not done online, has not worked as an e-commerce, and has not deliberately hyped anything on the Internet.
But as a modern person, she's chased things online and bought things. Also by these people, moved by the success of Amway.
So now, when she does this, utilitarian andPurposefulness is particularly strong.
According to the value of the crane, when his photo was sent, what would be the consequences, she had already guessed.
Even if the unexpected reversal flattens, she has now found the Weibo account that Fang Yizhou, the zhao eagle broker, now uses.
So in Zhao Qingqing's original plan, she would send this comic to Zhao Hu's agent Fang Yizhou. If the other party has not yet responded, she will directly send the other party a private photo of the bird.
At that moment, she thought that since she had accidentally lived in this fiction world, she had accidentally become Zhao's ex-girlfriend. She couldn't come in vain, and no matter what, she should help Zhao Bao. Let him suffer a little less, let him meet the hit Bole he only met at 23 as soon as possible.
Zhao's agent, at that time, at his own company, accidentally saw Zhao Crane wearing an external dress and a yellow helmet on his head. Just one glance at him will persuade him to successfully enter the entertainment circle.
Under such circumstances, Zhao Qingqing sent zhao's full body photos and beautiful photos, and Zhao Qingqing did not believe that he would not be moved.
The things on her Weibo, from the beginning to the present, Zhao Qingqing has been preparing for a full four months. In the beginning, she was very diligent, no matter how busy she was, and handed in at least seven or eight chapters of small stories and small pictures a month. But by October, she was only occasionally making a single shot. By this month, she hadn't even posted a single picture.
Looking at this, she has been raising for four months, and she also has a decent look, and she also has tens of thousands of fans' Weibo accounts.
At this moment, Zhao Qingqing stared at the pictures she posted above for a long time, and finally raised her hand, one by one, hiding all the pictures and Weibo content she had connected.
At the bottom, there were fans who were watching her Weibo content, and quickly sent question marks and private messages.
I have decided to take Zhao Hao to college and do business well. I intend to be selfish, if Zhao Lu himself does not rush to Fang Yizhou, he will definitely not be blindly tormented by himself. With complicated thoughts, she continued to hide the content she had previously posted, and continued to ignore the Weibo fans who sent her messages.
After a long time, when she hid all the contents of her Weibo.
Zhao Qingqing lowered his head and touched his lips for a moment, before raising his hand to slowly send WeChat to Zhao Hu according to the original plan.
She sent a WeChat message to ask Zhao Hao if he had arrived, and it turned out that he did not expect zhao to turn his head and call her a video.
I was embarrassed, but unexpectedly I felt particularly sweet.
Then the two people who seemed to have confirmed the relationship again said some nonsense in WeChat. Again with a silly smile, I exchanged again without nutrition. Of course, when the two were talking, Zhao Did not forget to deal with the daily work of sending and sorting out electronic forms that he had accumulated today.
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Dressed as the ex-girlfriend of the male protagonist of the Shadow Emperor
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