Wen Qing raised his face and met Io's eyes. His eyes were long and narrow, with deep brow bones, which made his eyebrows look sharp, but when he lowered his eyes slightly and his eyes fell, his eyebrows opened slightly and softened. a bit.

For some reason, Wen Qing felt that Io's demeanor was somewhat familiar.

Seeing Wen Qing staring blankly at him, Io raised his hand, knocked on the table again, and repeated, "Drinking milk tea?"

Wen Qing regained her senses and nodded: "Drink."

The voice fell, and Song Qiang, who was on the side, said with a loud voice, "Why do you only ask Wen Qing, Yiou? Don't you ask me?"

"I want to drink Yangzhi nectar."

Xu Fengfeng raised his hand: "I want caramel milk tea with sea salt."

"Okay." Io replied, leaning slightly on the warm table, "Yangzhi nectar, sea salt caramel milk tea, Wen Qing and I have the signature milk tea."

"How about it?"

"Okay." Wen nodded lightly, still looking at Io.

He was already dressed, white t-shorts, wide shoulders and narrow waist, excellent figure, slender legs folded carelessly, tapping the ground lightly.

Wen Qing pursed her lips, not only with a demeanor.

Io's words and deeds are also somewhat familiar.

Wen Qing lowered his eyes and thought to himself, he was already quite familiar with the dormitory boss, but because he hadn't seen each other for a long time in the game dungeon, he felt unfamiliar and familiar now?

Suddenly, Song Qiang's voice sounded in his ear: "By the way, Wen Qing, what kind of courier are you?"

Wen Qing tilted his head and saw Song Qiang stretched his neck, looking at his desktop curiously.

After seeing the pink ribbon thrown on the table, Song Qiang immediately stood up and walked behind Wen Qing: "Aiyo, no suitor sent it."

Wen Qing looked at the real estate certificate on the table, her eyelids jumped, and she hurried to get the cover.

As soon as he picked it up, he heard Song Qiang exclaim: "What the hell?"

"Fuck!"

Wen Qing paused and looked up at Song Qiang.

Song Qiang stood on the spot and stared at the red book on the table in a stunned manner.

"What? What?" Xu Fengfeng looked over for unknown reasons, and after seeing the six characters "House Ownership Certificate", he blurted out, "Damn it."

Song Qiang stammered and asked Wen Qing, "What's the situation?"

"Have you bought a house?"

Wen Qing was silent, not knowing how to explain.

Song Qiang wiped his eyes and looked at the cover of the book, he was right.

After seeing another set of keys in the box, he said in a trance, "Wen Qing, you are not being kind."

"Why didn't you tell us about such a big thing?"

"If I had known that it contained a real estate certificate, I would have brought the express to you with both hands and feet."

Knowing that Wen Qing's situation would not be easy to buy a house, Xu Fengfeng asked curiously, "Did you win a lottery ticket?"

"Or did you win the lottery on Weibo?"

Wen Qing lowered her eyes, struggling to find a reason.

He does not have the habit of buying lottery tickets, and the Weibo lottery is easier to reveal.

Xu Fengfeng couldn't help touching the real estate certificate: "I haven't touched the real estate certificate yet, let me touch it."

"Where is this house?"

"Nan, Nancheng compound?" Xu Fengfeng's hand trembled slightly while holding the real estate certificate.

He didn't dare to touch it any more, and carefully returned the real estate certificate to Wen Qing, for fear that there would be more folds on it.

Wen Qing took it in a daze, Xu Fengfeng's expression was even more shocked than when he knew that the express delivery was a real estate certificate.

As for Song Qiang, he was speechless at this moment.

Wen Qing wondered: "What happened to the Nancheng compound?"

Xu Fengfeng slowed down for a while and squeezed out a word: "Expensive."

Wen Qing was even more silent.

Xu Fengfeng looked down at Wen Qing's expression, saw that he didn't respond, and said, "This community is a newly built community here."

Wen nodded lightly: "I know that."

When he used to work part-time, the bus would pass by.

Xu Fengfeng sighed quietly: "Do you know what the house price is?"

Wen shook his head lightly.

Xu Fengfeng stretched out two fingers and compared them.

Wen Qing asked tentatively, "Twenty thousand?"

Xu Fengfeng looked at him numbly: "Add another zero."

Wen Qing was startled: "200,000?"

"A flat?"

Xu Fengfeng nodded.

Wen Qing was stunned, he quickly glanced at the bungalow in the real estate certificate, more than 500 square meters.

This real estate certificate is another series of countless zeros.

Xu Fengfeng continued: "It's not just expensive. Not everyone can buy it in this community. When I hear it, you have to submit an asset certificate."

Wen Qing pursed her lips, which means that this house cannot be bought casually.

There is no possibility of winning a lottery ticket.

"Wen Qing," Xu Fengfeng shouted, leaning in front of him and looking at him eagerly, "You didn't pretend to be poor before, did you?"

"Actually a young master?"

Wen Qing was silent for a while, then said, "No."

Song Qiang regained his senses and couldn't help but say, "Wen Qing, I'm dying of curiosity."

"You can reveal a little bit of information, and we will help you keep it a secret."

Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng stared at Wen Qing intently.

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, she let out a breath, and said slowly, "Actually, when you didn't see me just now, I crossed into the infinite game world."

"This house is a reward through the game, and a sum of money was put into my card."

Song Qiang: "???"

Xu Fengfeng: "???"

Io paused at his fingertips, tilted his head to look at Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng, frowning slightly.

Wen Qing didn't notice the different expressions of Io and the other two roommates.

He was stunned at the moment, and he had to explain to Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng that he didn't pay attention to Io at all.

Song Qiang stumbled: "What infinite world?"

Wen Qing lowered her eyes and said slowly, "It's the infinite flow you see."

Song Qiang was quiet for a while, then asked tentatively, "Then can you take me next time?"

"I also want to earn some money in my spare time."

Wen Qing said with a stern face, "it's too dangerous inside."

"It will kill people."

When the words fell, Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng did not respond.

The 301 is exceptionally quiet.

Wen Qing raised her eyes and saw Song Qiang holding back her laughter, Xu Fengfeng was so happy that he couldn't even make a sound.

Wen Qing: ""

Song Qiang looked at his stern face and said cheerfully, "Wen Xiaoqing, it's better to say that rich parents came to the door rather than traveling."

Wen Qing looked startled and looked at Song Qiang in surprise.

Good excuse, good reason.

Very reasonable.

From Xu Fengfeng's side, his appearance was the truth told by Song Qiang.

Xu Fengfeng flexed his arms and pressed a pestle against Song Qiang's stomach.

Song Qiang's hippy smile disappeared immediately, and he realized it. He looked at Wen Qing and asked nervously, "That... Wen Qing, shouldn't it be true?"

Wen Qing pursed her lips, not knowing how to make it up.

It is quite reasonable for parents who have lost contact for many years to send money and housing.

But then what should the parents say?

Or simply say inherited inheritance?

Wen Qing lowered her head and thought, lost in thought.

Seeing this, Song Qiang felt more and more that he was right.

Thinking of Wen Qing's absence just now, everything is reasonable.

It must be because the biological parents came to the door.

Given such a large sum of money, it never showed up.

Song Qiang thought about it for four years, and made up a complete plot in his brain. The rich father or mother re-established a family and gave money to cut off the relationship so that Wen Qing would not disturb their current life.

Wen Qing was still hesitating what to say, when Song Qiang suddenly patted him on the shoulder and sighed: "Wen Qing, don't think about it anymore."

"Anyway, they have never taught you or raised you, so you should just take the house and the money as a windfall."

Song Qiang persuaded: "The feelings in the rich are fake, and the money is the real thing."

"Now that you have money and a house, you don't have to get involved in those messy things. How nice."

While persuading Song Qiang, he quietly pinched Xu Fengfeng.

Xu Fengfeng grinned and nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, Song Qiang is right."

Wen Qing blinked and understood.

Song Qiang thought that the house and the money were the money that his biological parents cut off ties with him.

Wen Qing nodded slowly, and sincerely thanked Song Qiang: "Thank you."

Song Qiang really dozed off and gave him a pillow, he's a nice guy.

There is no need for him to make up his own excuses.

Song Qiang patted him on the shoulder again and comforted: "Wen Qing, you don't need to feel uncomfortable, tell us directly if you have anything in the future."

"We'll help you scold that idiot together."

Wen nodded lightly.

Xu Fengfeng continued: "Wen Qing, if you don't mind, I can be your father too."

Wen Qing: "..."

Xu Fengfeng: "Song Qiang can play the role of mother."

Song Qiang stretched his sleeves to show his muscles: "Xu Fengfeng, how do you think I should be my father?"

Xu Fengfeng: "You are more mother."

Song Qiang: "You are a special mother."

The two of you said a word to me, and suddenly, Io said: "The milk tea is here, I'll go get it."

Song Qiang muttered: "Io is really calm."

"Faced with a hundred million faces, you don't change your color."

Xu Fengfeng smiled and said, "Io must be a young master too. Look at the bullying, and look at your appearance."

Wen Qing looked at Io's back and asked them tentatively, "Do you think Io's appearance has changed?"

Song Qiang wondered: "What changes, hasn't he always been like this?"

"Tall and handsome."

Xu Fengfeng muttered: "It's okay to be tall, I look about as tall as me."

Song Qiang kicked him: "Go and pee and look in the mirror."

Soon, Io came back with four cups of milk tea.

He threw the milk tea to Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng, walked over to Wen Qing, took out a cup of the signature milk tea, opened the straw, inserted/inserted the milk tea, and handed it to Wen Qing.

Wen Qing watched his series of movements, and then looked at Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng who were on the side, and slowly retracted his gaze.

He lowered his head to drink milk tea, his eyes stunned.

The taste of this milk tea is very familiar.

It is very similar to the milk tea that the housekeeper made for him, and it is exactly the same as the milk tea that is normally sold in batches in the world.

Wen Qing's eyelids jumped, and she looked up at Iou.

He opened his mouth and was about to ask. Song Qiang took a step forward and asked Iou directly: "Master of the dormitory, which store's milk tea is this? It's delicious."

"Newly opened," Io pointed to the bag of milk tea and said to them, "It's called a milk tea shop."

Wen Qing lowered her eyes, stared at the trademark for a while, and searched the Internet for this milk tea shop.

Not a single piece of news.

He asked, "Isn't it a chain store?"

Io hummed: "It's private."

Wen Qing took another sip of milk tea, and 001 said that he would come to him.

Will it be 001?

Io glanced at him and asked casually, "What are you thinking about?"

"Thinking about..." Wen Qing paused and said casually, "The house thing."

Hearing the house, Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng became more energetic, and quickly asked, "Are you going to sell it? Or live by yourself?"

Wen Qing said honestly, "I haven't made up my mind yet."

Song Qiang hurriedly asked, "If you plan to live by yourself, can we stay overnight after going out?"

Xu Fengfeng interjected: "Is it a rough embryo room or a renovated one?"

"I don't know either." Wen Qing pursed her lips and lowered her eyes.

With the character of 001, it should be decorated for him.

Wen Qing was biting the straw unconsciously, and he suddenly thought of 001.

"Let's go and see it another day, Wen Qing will show us how to gain knowledge." Song Qiang said with a smile.

Wen nodded lightly.

"Fuck, how come it's only two o'clock?" Xu Fengfeng exclaimed, pulling Song Qiang's clothes and walking out, "Hurry up, the squad leader said there will be a meeting this afternoon."

The two hurried out.

Wen Qing held the milk tea and stared at the air in a daze.

Would you like to visit the milk tea shop?

Io tilted his head and stared at Wen Qing in a daze.

His eyebrows drooped, his teeth were clenching the straw, and the lips were slightly sunken by the plastic straw, which made him extremely red.

Couldn't look away for a while.

Wen Qing felt the particularly fiery gaze beside her, and tilted her head to look over.

Io stared at his face and asked, "Is there anything in the afternoon?"

Wen Qing shook his head hesitantly: "No, what's wrong?"

Io put down the milk tea in his hand, put his hands on the table, and said lazily, "I recently joined a professor Chen's project to design a new holographic game."

"Every member needs to draw up a plan for current fashion trends."

Wen Qing nodded in understanding but said to him, "But I don't play games very much."

Io said casually: "This game is for everyone, and it also needs the opinions of people who don't play games."

Wen Qing didn't think much, and asked directly, "What do you want to ask?"

Io closed his eyes halfway, and tapped the table with his fingertips casually: "What you said just now is very interesting."

"If you study a game based on this theme, the player is a human being, and the boss should be a god, right?"

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she pursed her lips.

"There are too many gods and monsters in the Greek mythology series and our traditional Chinese mythology," Io paused and continued, "In comparison, it is easier to make up a simple mythology system yourself."

Wen Qing lifted her eyelids and stared blankly at Io's angular profile.

Io didn't seem to notice his gaze, and said lightly: "Excluding the words of the main god, do you think a few more gods are more suitable for new players?"

"Three? Four? Five..."

Wen Qing: "Three."

Io nodded, the corners of his lips raised slightly: "The three are good, and the triangular relationship is relatively stable."

Wen Qing pursed her lips, and after a while, she slowly raised her hand and touched Io's face.

It is warm, human body temperature.

There is no coolness, different from Yu Xing, Sikong, Ji Yu and the housekeeper.

Wen Qing gritted his teeth and touched Io's chest again.

"thump"

"thump"

steady heartbeat.

is human.

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she flexed her fingers.

He was about to withdraw his hand, and the next second, Io suddenly grabbed his hand.

"Touch me?"