Zhou Shike woke up in his room the next morning.

Outside the window, it was snow-white, eye-catching.

Zhou Shike was hanging in the quilt and was reluctant to get up. The door was quietly pushed open from outside. Zhou Shixu quietly came in.

He climbed onto Zhou Shike's bed, lay on his back, and suddenly said, "Yang Xiao is back to his parents' home."

Zhou Shike: "..."

"I'm really back." Zhou Shixun said slowly, "He said he doesn't want to see me again in the future."

Zhou Shike was covered in the quilt, "Who asked you to sleep with others?"

"If he says you believe it? I am your brother and he is your brother?" Zhou Shixun cried on Zhou Shike's face with his claws.

"You are going to get divorced, not Yang Xiao. As you wish, you should be happy." Zhou Shike pressed the desk lamp, "I came back by myself last night?"

"The driver sent you back. You drank so much. Zhou Shixuan said he wanted to deal with you today." Zhou Shixun rubbed his hair irritably. He got up and looked at Zhou Shike with his eyes wet, "You don't understand my difficulties at all."

Zhou Shike said carelessly, "Have you been asked to hang yourself and make Yang Xiao regret it for the rest of his life?"

Zhou Shixun was stunned, "How do you know?"

"She has had a few fuss, is she strong?" Zhou Shike lifted the quilt, walked out of bed barefoot, opened the door, and the three dogs rushed in together.

He walked towards his small practice room, Zhou Shixun sat up, "What are you doing?"

"Suddenly I want to sing." Zhou Shike took off a casino guitar from the wall. It was not expensive and was not a master's work. He just stayed.

Zhou Shixun continued to lie down, "nervous."

What he shot today is different from what he did before. It is not brisk but not dull and gloomy, soothing and gentle, like this silent winter outside.

Zhou Shixun looked at Zhou Shike's side face and stared blankly.

Zhou Jiqing and Luo Lu both had some flaws in their facial features, but when they were inherited from Zhou Shike's face, the flaws complemented each other or disappeared. Although they were no longer youthful, the ostentatiousness between his eyebrows made him look exactly the same as before.

He looked very gentle and could bewitch people. Only his own people could know what Zhou Shike was, and he was arrogant. He did whatever he wanted, regardless of the consequences, and did not care about gains and losses. He never taught a lesson since he was a child.

"Are there any arrangements today?" Zhou Shixun asked Zhou Shike, "You shouldn't be very busy these days. Your friends who grew up together have all returned to China."

"I didn't see it," Zhou Shike lowered his head and tweaked the strings, "There is too much news."

Zhou Shixun: “…”

"It's time tonight," Zhou Shike said again, "It's only been a few days, and I'm going to go for activities after the New Year."

"Why do you have to? Young Master?" Zhou Shixun put his hands behind his head, "Isn't it good to lever my parents and sister at home? You're not earning more than a day at home."

Zhou Shike, "Aren't you?"

Zhou Shixun, “I like it.”

"I like it too." He likes singing, and as long as it is singing, he likes it.

"Okay, I won't play with you anymore," Zhou Shixun bounced off the bed. "I've gone out to drink with someone. You should drink less at night. Don't play too late. Zhou Shixun was almost angry last night."

"I know." Zhou Shike agreed.

The cold outside was unbearable, and from inside the house to the yard, it seemed like entering another country.

Zhou Shike felt that he was an idle person and had money to spend. He would do what he liked when he wanted to do. He wrapped his coat tightly and sat down on the stone stool outside, squinted his eyes and watched the dead leaves on the trees outside sway quietly.

He doesn't have to get up early or go to bed early. No one cares about him. He can turn it off with just one sentence when he doesn't want to go to. Even if his status is not very big, for the sake of the Zhou family, no matter what occasion he goes to, he can sit in the best position and watch the big guys in the circle bend slightly in front of him.

When they are free, they like to think about everything. Most of his friends are already talking about marriage. They are not rich children who have the qualifications to be free of marriage, and they are often even less qualified to make decisions on their own marriages.

Because Zhou Shixuan is carrying it on top, Zhou Shixun and Zhou Shike can have the freedom they are now.

Many people envy him and Zhou Shixun.

Not all bosses are as selfless as Zhou Shixuan, and not all families will let girls hold the property at home.

The snow on the ground was covered with a thick layer. Zhou Shike bent down and grabbed it, turned around and smashed it on A Zhou's face who was guarding behind him.

A Zhou was so scared that he immediately lay on the ground in an attacking posture.

Zhou Shike narrowed his eyes and smiled, "You bite me and try."

While playing, the snow began to rustle again, falling on Zhou Shike's shoulders, on his eyelashes, and in the huge yard, you could even hear the slight sound of the snow falling on the ground. A Zhou and the others hugged each other in a group and rolled in the snow.

The young man looked a little lonely and thin on the cold and cold winter afternoon. Soon, the snow spread a thin layer of white on his black coat. He got up and shook off, turned around and walked towards the room, and soon came down with a down jacket. While wearing it, he said to the aunt in the kitchen: "I won't come back to have dinner tonight."

When the aunt heard this, she came out with a fruit knife, "Oh, why don't you eat at home? You drink outside every day, what's wrong? When your wife comes back, you will scold you..."

Zhou Shike was waiting for the elevator and finished the second sentence for the aunt: "Mr. Zhou also wants to scold you, oh, young is the capital, you have to regret it when you are old..."

Aunt:"……"

There are also many people at the back door of the bar. The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and there are many gatherings.

A Bucady drove over at a very fast speed and loud noise, and immediately a waiter went to open the door. His movements were astonishingly quick and attentive.

"Fuck, who is the prodigal son of this family?" Hearing the words of cursing, the people who said it were actually full of envy.

The person who got out of the car stuffed the key into the waiter's hand, lowered the brim of the hat, revealing his white and delicate chin. The line from his ears was smooth and sharp, younger than they thought.

He was dressed very casually, with a black velvet black suit inside, and a long white down jacket outside. He put his hands in his pocket and lowered his head and stepped into the back door.

The arrogant aura of passing by without squinting reminded them of someone.

Wednesday.

They looked at each other.

"Really?"

“It’s quite similar.”

"Follow up and take a photo?"

"If you want to go, who doesn't know that this is the elder sister's heart. You can try taking a photo."

There were many people in the private room, and Zhou Shike didn't even recognize him. The heating was full, and the colorful light fell down. Zhou Shike saw some people's shirts half-fall, their calves tightly, and they were placed on the back of the sofa.

“…”

He took off his coat and threw it away. Yang Shangchen immediately went over and pulled him. Zhou Shike lowered his eyes, "You dare to call me this kind of situation?"

We never mess around on Wednesday, as we all know, but because of this, more people want to pounce on him. If we can take Wednesday down, the things we get will be spent in the next life.

Yang Shangchen laughed twice, stretched his neck and raised his voice, "Hey Qizi, take your wife with you, I want to have a needle hole."

Tang Qi straightened his waist, licked his lips, and helped the boy on the sofa up, "See you back."

"Isn't Tang Hao back now? Take him to see you." Yang Shangchen dragged a boy from the shadow next to him. The boy was wearing a white sweater. He was startled by Yang Shangchen's sudden actions and widened his eyes incredibly.

Zhou Shike still remembers Tang Hao, Tang Qi's cousin, who didn't even say hello to him, but in fact Zhou Shike was relieved. Tang Hao and Song Guiyan were different. Song Guiyan's old fox was so heartbroken that even if he refused, Song Guiyan could still live a good life.

But Tang Hao is different. Tang Hao is too fragile, has a heart disease, can't bear the stimulation, and is extremely simple. He is like a porcelain doll. This kind of psychological quality can't even withstand Zhou Shike's three words.

Tang Hao looked at Zhou Shike, his eyes gradually turned red, and his hands were trembling with nervousness.

Two years ago, he knew that he was not worthy of Zhou Shike, so he also saw Wang Xiaoxun and Song Guiyan beside him. He didn't say anything, and ran abroad until he obtained a master's degree from D-U.S. that he felt so confident.

But as soon as he saw Zhou Shike, he turned back to the Tang Hao who was so nervous that he didn't even dare to say anything.

Zhou Shike glanced around the table, and finally carried a bottle of milk and pushed it in front of Tang Hao, "Don't worry."

Tang Hao looked at Zhou Shike's slender and white index fingers and heard only the sound of his heart beating wildly.

Yang Shangchen looked at Tang Hao for a while, sighed, grabbed his collar and pushed it aside, "No prospect."

Tang Hao was so aggrieved that his tears were almost shedding.

Yang Shangchen now voted for Zhou Shike and Fu Simian to reconcile, but the premise is how long it has been since Fu Simian took action, and he has not seen a single hair, so Zhou Shike is not obliged to do it.

He can just look at Tang Hao.

That's right, he has to force his San'er to be the one above.

"Where is your partner? Didn't you bring it?" Zhou Shike began to gossip others. He was really not very concerned about his own affairs now. He was within the controllable range and was as he could.

Yang Shangchen's expression froze and he collapsed on the sofa, "Because I didn't send him a red envelope yesterday, I'm angry."

"How many?"

"Eight blocks and eight."

Zhou Shike was eating melon seeds, "Bored?"

Yang Shangchen touched the tattoo on his ear irritably, "I'm just unwilling to give up. He just divided the difference when he said he would make up. If he said he would make up, he would ask me for money when he had nothing to do, so he wouldn't be able to kill him."

"Song Annian is short of money?" Zhou Shike had no impression of the Song family, because the Song family was a pure and scholarly family, and the whole family wanted to be a cultural element who spoke "Yihu". The elders were fine, but the younger generations looked down on the rich second-generation prodigal sons and others.

After Yang Shangchen finished speaking, two boys rushed in at the door. One of them was wearing a high school uniform and his eyes were rarely beautiful and agile. He hid behind Song Annian and pulled Song Annian's sleeve.

Song Annian had a cold face and a clear expression. He took out a card from his wallet expressionlessly and threw it on Yang Shangchen's face, "Yang Shangchen, do you really think I'm going to pay for your money."

The eldest son of the Song family, who never swears, curses "Idiot" and then turns around and leaves.

The little boy who stayed in the box looked around and looked around, hesitated for a while, and whispered to Song Annian, "Brother Song wants to make peace with you, but he can't find a reason, so he asked you for money because you blocked him before, and he finally contacted you because he was afraid that you would not reply to something else. Brother Song has no experience in dating, so you can't treat him like this."

Yang Shangchen held his breath and said, "Get out!"
To be continued...