Is Plato Okay?

Friends who know Qiao Zhiqiao say he has a cold personality. Bai has a delicate and beautiful face. She has almond-shaped eyes and long eyelashes, and cold and charming eyebrows, but she has been single for twenty-eight years. She finally found a boyfriend, but after they broke up, she was complained about and refused to kiss or hug her. She was not even allowed to hold hands. I'm afraid she had some psychological problem! Qiao Zhiqiao listened. He invited his friends to drink and reflect seriously. "Do you think I really have any psychological problems?" "How is that possible!" The friend was sure that the problem was with his ex-boyfriend, so he asked him to look at bars and ask for his contact information if he liked the one he liked. Just as Qiao Zhiqiao was about to wave his hand to decline, there was a commotion at the door of the bar. A man wearing a high-collared tight-fitting black suit came in carrying a military green bag. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing a strong wheat-colored arm. Qiao Zhiqiao looked at the man's chest muscles that were about to burst the clothes. The rush of male hormones and pure wildness made Qiao Zhiqiao stand up suddenly. What a perfect figure! Under the shocked eyes of his friends, Qiao Zhiqiao, who had just finished saying that he wanted to have sex with Plato, walked straight towards the man. Friend: Didn't you mean Plato? ? ! —— Chen Shichuan almost got lost when he came back to the city for the first time. He walked around the neighborhood three times and finally found the address given by his relatives at home. He pushed open a wall and saw a clean, fair and flushed face in front of him amid the dazzling lights and feasting. The other party said his surname was Qiao. Coincidentally, the boss who introduced him to the job was also surnamed Qiao. The boss took him into an expensive-looking hotel and ordered him to take off his clothes and sit down. Chen Shichuan did as he was told. The boss asked him to sit by the bed, and Chen Shichuan sat down. Chen Shichuan was shocked when the boss' palm touched his chest! The boss's fingertips slid down along his abdominal muscles, and Chen Shichuan didn't dare to move. Is this a very lucrative job recommended by relatives? The boss asked: "Is Plato acceptable?" Chen Shichuan: Plato? The new industry slang in town? Chen Shichuan shook his head. The boss asked him what he did before. Finally there was a question he could understand. Chen Shichuan answered honestly: "Farming." —— Damn Chen Shichuan, what an honest farmer, he will never believe it again! The friend looked at the red-faced Qiao Zhiqiao in a funny way, "I don't know who vowed to have Plato before?" Qiao Zhiqiao frowned: "The platonic love I'm talking about is transcending physical desires and pursuing soul compatibility." A friend joked: "Then have you surpassed it?" Qiao Zhiqiao: "..." Okay, Qiao Zhiqiao admits that he is a layman. Those who farm are really energetic... * Qiao Zhiqiao: "Is Plato okay?" Wild Man Chen Shichuan: "I don't understand." Intention: Positive and positive energy