Qi Shan was frightened and didn''t sleep well all night.


    From time to time, he opened the quilt and glanced at some place to see if it was ok, but he waited and fell asleep.


    After about two hours'' sleep, he woke up suddenly. After thinking of something, he looked down


    Qishan falls down on the bed disappointed.


    No way.


    Still not.


    Wuwu Wuwu!


    His happiness for the rest of his life is about to be destroyed.


    When he thought of it, he picked up his cell phone pessimistically and planned to send a message to Su Ye. He saw several messages in "happy sand sculpture".


    Zhen Shanmei: [are you dead? I haven''t heard back all day? @Qishan


    Ningmeng: I think it''s gone. ]Zhen Shanmei: maybe your husband sent him too many tasks. The last message I sent yesterday was that he was going to be busy, and then he didn''t reply. Ning Meng, Qishan is my man. Can''t you let your husband go through the back door? Don''t always bully him! ]


    Ning Meng: [it''s OK to go through the back door, but you need to show a little bit! ]


    Zhen Shanmei: [? ]


    Ning Meng: LV new express crocodile bag is online. ]Five minutes later.


    Zhen Shanmei: [Bao is on his way to your home again. ]


    Qi Shan: "......"


    This loser! Why is the finger seam so wide? Can I have the bag, madam?


    This is the news sent by two people this morning. At the moment, Qishan looks at Zhen Shanmei''s sentence, "Qishan is my man", and feels warm and sad.


    Wuwu If Meimei knew that he could not do it, she would certainly abandon him.


    Moreover, he can''t be selfish enough to let Meimei live with him.


    Thinking of Qishan here, I was ruthless and sent messages to the group.


    Qi Shan: [break up @ Zhen Shanmei]


    Zhen Shanmei: [? ]


    lemon: [? ]Qi Shan: I''ve been thinking about it for a long time. I don''t think it''s appropriate for us to break up. Now we can still be friends when we break up. Let''s break up. ]


    Ning Meng: apart from eating bird excrement, you have excrement in your mind? Or sleepwalking in the morning? ]


    Qi Shan is deflected in an instant: [?? When did I eat bird shit? ]


    Ning Meng: [on the terrace that day, bird droppings fell on the cream cake. ]


    Qishan:??? ]


    he suddenly thought of that piece of cream cake with a different taste from the past. It also had a little fishy smell, and he was almost nauseous.


    Just when he was going to spit out the lemon, Zhen Shanmei replied.


    Zhen Shanmei: [Oh, let''s divide it. ]


    Qishan''s fingers suddenly stopped, and his heart seemed to be severely hit, which made him look slightly stunned. He looked at the message, wanted to return something, but didn''t know what to say, and finally he had no choice but to put down his mobile phone.


    He lay in bed for a while, sighing, a little sad.


    In fact, to try with Zhen Shanmei, he didn''t think he had much deep feelings, but at this moment, he felt very sad, just like the heart has been poached


    Just as Zhinan Qishan was going to play a role in literature and art, the doorbell rang.


    He returned to wechat and turned to Zhen Shanmei''s wechat page, intending to send her a message. After thinking for a long time, he sent a full stop, but a big red exclamation mark appeared on his mobile phone: [! You need to add a friend to send a message. ]


    he stood up dejectedly, walked to the door, and when he opened the door, he was shocked to see the situation outside.