The strongest way to be narcissistic

Facing the ridicule from the annoying Qiao Peisheng, Song Ange turned back. "I haven't talked about it because I'm specific."

He didn't know what was wrong with him, he was bickering with others like a child, how could he be so aggressive with others in normal times?Communicate directly with fists, let the other party cry bitterly and call Dad I was wrong.

In fact, the reason is very simple, no one can beat Qiao Peisheng.

Depend on!

"To put it bluntly, it's stupid." An obsessed little boy, Qiao Peicheng didn't want to argue with Song Ange childishly about the gold content of his liking for Jiang Tong. "Where are my clothes?"

If we don't change the topic at this time, when will we wait?

The topic took a sharp turn, and Song Ange froze. "Forgot... forgot to take it."

At that time, he thought that Qiao Peicheng was [-]% troubled by the gangsters in Longkou Street, so he didn't care about it, so he threw the bag of clothes on the bed and ran towards him.

"You wait here, I'll go back and bring it to you." After finishing speaking, Song Ange turned around and returned the same way.

The clothes gave this guy some peace and quiet, and saved them from being entangled all the time for no reason.

After walking a few steps, Song Ange stopped and turned to look at a certain tall follower.

"What are you doing with me?"

Didn't he say to wait in place, why did this person follow him when he walked forward?Can't you understand what he said?

Qiao Peisheng calmly pointed to the hot sun on his finger, and then pointed to the thin sweat on his forehead. "hot."

Now the outdoor temperature is 35 degrees, and it may rise a few degrees later. He needs to find a place where he can take a rest. Song Ange's place is naturally his first choice, and he also wants to see Song Ange. City, and his family's lovely bones.

"It's none of my business!" Wouldn't it be too hot to find a place out of the sun to cool off?Wouldn't it be hot and tiring to follow him in the sun?Does this person have a brain?

Qiao Peicheng grabbed Song Ange's vest with one hand, and ruthlessly dragged Song Ange back who was trying to get rid of him while walking quickly.

"What do you want again?" Song Ange exploded, and Qiao Peicheng managed to piss him off.

It's hard to avoid being impetuous in such a hot day, can this annoying person stop always teasing him and making him go crazy?

"The weather is so hot, don't be so angry, it will hurt your body." He had to find a way to cure this little temper.

"Never mind your business!" Whether he is very angry or not has nothing to do with his half-dime, if you care so much, are you in a hurry? "Hurry up if you want to get your clothes, and leave as soon as possible. There are many high-end leisure areas outside that will blow air conditioners for you to escape the heat."

Qiao Peisheng didn't let go.

"Before then, I think it's the best policy to use the summer heat relief method."

He pointed to the old-fashioned freezer outside the grocery store opposite.

There are so many things to hate.

"What's wrong, if you want to buy it, go quickly." Song Ange stood there impatiently, and tore off the clothes that Qiao Peicheng was holding in his hand. Damn, this man tore all the skin around his belly button.

Under the sun, Song Ange was so hot that he pulled his hair out.He has a lot of hair, and he hasn't cut it short during this period of time. His thick black hair is standing in the sun dryly, and he is so hot that he feels irritable and wants to hit someone.He decided to push the broken hair at home today, and cool off with a bald head.

Qiao Peisheng spent a minute shopping for the good stuff, and while the proprietress was curiously looking at it countless times, she took the change from the other party.

Song Ange caught a glimpse of Qiao Peicheng walking towards him, holding a plastic bag containing both iced drinks and ice cream popsicles.

If this guy can finish eating these things before they melt, he will take his last name.

It's just a waste of money.

"Here." Qiao Peicheng held the ice cream with the wrapping paper off in one hand, and waved the bag in front of Song Ange with the other hand.

Why should he take it?

"Take you..." Song Ange was about to blurt out the swear words, but his mouth was blocked by something in the next second. The other party's movements were not gentle at all. He knocked the thing directly on his teeth, and the shards of ice touched his gums, making his teeth crisp.

"Slow down the fire for you." Qiao Peicheng slowly withdrew his hand, and found another popsicle in the bag.

Eating something cold on a hot day is refreshing, in one word, cool!

"If you don't leave, you'll become real." Qiao Peisheng walked ahead to remind.He vaguely remembered that there was a small refrigerator in Song Ange's house, which was repaired by Song Cheng in a junk shop, and it was specially used for storing beer.

Living in Longkou Street for so many years, the "big artist" Song Cheng was forced by life, and he knew a lot of life skills.

"Crazy." The sweet cream ice cream in his mouth was melting, Song Ange frowned and took a big bite, stepped forward to grab the bag from Qiao Peicheng's hand, and strode forward, urging. "Go faster."

Qiao Peicheng looked at Song Ange, a kid who was striding ahead, with a smile in his eyes.

A child with a hard mouth and a soft heart is not so annoying sometimes.

This child Song who he hates, but who can't help but sympathize and care about him, is a part of Qiao Peicheng's soul.

The stupid part.

"Let me tell you in advance that it's dirty, small and crowded. It's totally different from your place, and it's not a place where rich people like you can stay." Before opening the door, Song Ange said Pointing to the rusty old-fashioned iron gate in front of him.

In his eyes, Qiao Peicheng, a vicious rich second generation, must have never seen such an indescribably difficult environment. If this guy dares to express anything later, he will be completely blunt, and he will spray as much as he wants.

Who told him to follow over with a sullen face.

To be honest, Song Ange was nervous.This was the first time he brought someone home, and he brought a rich man who was decorated with money all over his body, a kid from a rich family whose life trajectory should not have the slightest overlap with his.

In the past, he wouldn't believe that he could have any interaction with this kind of person.

Accompanied by the noise made by the iron gate, Song Ange patted on the door panel pretending to be calm. "If you don't want to go in, you can wait outside, and you can leave after taking the clothes."

"Excuse me." Qiao Peicheng unceremoniously stepped into this dilapidated rental house that he was familiar with and far away.

"I really don't know how to be polite." Song Ange stood at the door and muttered, leaving the door open when he entered.He was afraid of the smell at home, so he opened the door to disperse the smell.

Song Cheng, a disabled person, is sitting in the living room watching the TV series of Gou Xue Family Ethics. When he heard the movement at the door, he knew that Song An Ge had returned. He shook his head and asked, "What did you run out in such a hurry just now?"

I was so anxious that I didn't care if I fell here, and I rushed out when I got up, for fear that I would die if I got there late.

Song Cheng blinked in doubt when he saw the person coming.Because it was not his son's face that was always impatient with him, but a handsome man's face with deep features, and the gray-blue eyes that were not unique to Chinese made Song Cheng feel a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere .

"Hi Uncle, I'm An Ge's friend Qiao Peisheng." Qiao Peisheng had a close contact with Song Cheng at this moment, and he didn't have such strong emotions when he saw Jiang Tong before.

This is not difficult to understand, because Song Cheng's unreliable behavior and his son's behavior made Song Ange's feelings for Song Cheng not as pure as Jiang Tong.

As a friend, Qiao Peisheng opened his mouth and said that they were friends in front of him for the second time, and he was not afraid of the other party's disrespect at all.

"Welcome." Song Cheng was slightly surprised.

Most of his son's friends are gangsters who are not doing their job properly. He has never brought him home, but today is the first time he has brought a handsome young man who is not easy at first sight. He is naturally surprised.

"Just believe what he says, can you be smarter?" Song Ange mocked unceremoniously.Did he and this bastard look like they could be friends?People who are not of the same class at all, how could they get mixed up?

Song Ange stuffed the things in his hand into the refrigerator at the corner of the entrance, reached out and grabbed Qiao Peisheng's wrist, and walked straight towards his bedroom.

He didn't want Song Cheng and Qiao Peisheng to talk further.

He felt that Song Cheng, a good-for-nothing trash, would embarrass him.

Song Ange didn't know when he started to hate Song Cheng and when he would remove him from the role of father. By the time he realized this, his prejudice against Song Cheng was almost extreme, and it was impossible for him to get along with Song Cheng like a normal father and son. get along.

Qiao Peicheng knew exactly what Song Ange was thinking.

Not only the current Song Ange, but he himself doesn't even like Song Cheng.Even though he knew that Song Cheng had done a lot for him as Song Ange in the later period, he still couldn't treat Song Cheng like a normal child treats his father.

Song City is very complicated for him.

Song Cheng's contributions cannot offset all the bad things he himself has done. In Qiao Peicheng's eyes, wrong is wrong, good is good, good and bad can't be covered up by anyone, and no one can offset someone.

He was ashamed of Song Cheng's kindness to him, and he would not forgive him for his mistakes.

"Meow~" A person in the room heard the sound of the door opening, jumped off the bed immediately, ran to Song Ange's feet with short legs and called out, and started walking towards Qiao Peicheng a few seconds later, circling under his footsteps. After a circle, it finally stopped in front of his feet and fell down, exposing his belly, rubbing back and forth.

It likes Qiao Peisheng, and is begging to take him away.

Seeing this, Qiao Peicheng's heart softened, and he knelt down to look at the bones.The little guy may have wandered around the place where the paint was placed in Songcheng, because he saw a lot of dried paint slag on the bones and hair.

He stretched out his hand to brush away the scum, and poked the dirty, soft belly with his fingers, causing the little guy to wag his tail comfortably.

Gu Gu was very important to him when he was Song Ange. It was Song Ange's only spiritual sustenance after Jiang Tong's death. It's just a pity that due to his improper care, Gu Gu died of illness at an early age due to obesity.

Thinking about it now, it seems that there is basically one word that cannot escape the relationship with Song Ange: death.

It was so frustrating.

Song Ange witnessed how his cat acted coquettishly and cutely towards the annoying ghost Kejin.

"Sightless little thing."

Song Ange held back a wave of jealousy, and was about to ask Qiao Peicheng to put on his clothes and leave quickly.

Yet sometimes life is full of drama.

The bag he threw on the bed was out of place, causing the jacket inside to slip onto the bed.

It's nothing strange, but he clearly remembered that the clothes didn't have so many lumps of color and didn't look dirty, as if they hadn't been washed.

After much deliberation, the culprit is only his family.

It must have gone to play in the pile of garbage in Songcheng, and then ran in when it was tired, jumped on the bed and messed around!

This guy also knows how to choose a good place to lie down, and this laying down directly cost tens of thousands of dollars, what a prodigal!

The prodigal bastard was meowing in Qiao Peicheng's arms unnoticed, but he was innocent.

"How much are your clothes?" Song An trembled, his heart trembling.

"What's wrong?" Why did you suddenly ask about the price?

"Just say it quickly." To give him a clear idea.

"I'm not sure, the exchange rate is about [-] to [-] yuan, right?" Many of his clothes were almost bought for him by Qiao Zhixi, and Qiao Peisheng didn't care much about the price.

The clothes Qiao Zhixi bought him were never cheap.

The selling point of Song An's clothing brand is its design and comfortable fabrics. It is aimed at people who are not short of money, so the price will naturally not be low. Although Qiao Peisheng's suit sounds expensive, it is still expensive. Not the most extravagant collection.

Hearing this, Song Ange took a deep breath to calm himself down.

"Pay in installments, do you think it's okay?"

He moved his body away and pointed to the completely ruined clothes on the bed. Even if they were washed, they would not be restored to their original appearance, so he should accept his fate and pay for it.

The development of the matter was beyond Qiao Peisheng's expectation.

What is this called?

God help me too.

Qiao Peicheng stood up with his bones in his arms, squinting at an angle Song Ange couldn't see, like a cunning fox thinking about how to change his previous plan.

Before he came, he originally planned to coerce Song Ange into Qiao Zhixi's temporary assistant.But looking at it now, it seems that there is no need for such hatred at all, and Song Ange can be obedient with a ready-made reason.

Qiao Peisheng groomed his bony hair, and followed Song Ange's words and asked, "How many installments do you want?"

How many issues?That's not good.

Mingcheng's consumption level is not high, and the most common salary basically fluctuates around [-]. According to Song Ange's current conditions, there is still no job at this salary level for the time being.

Aside from the daily expenses, Song Ange can only repay 1000 yuan a month if he saves money, which is still in the most optimistic situation.

According to this situation, he will still have to pay for several years.

A piece of clothing has been in debt for so long, do you think it's crazy or not?

"One...one or two years?" Song Ange's words were forcing himself to death.It is impossible for him to pay off [-] to [-] yuan in one or two years of basic operations.

Song Ange panicked with embarrassment when he said it, he had no idea about the so-called one or two year deadline.

"One or two years." Qiao Peicheng thought about it, his tone revealing embarrassment.

Song Ange licked his lips anxiously, he didn't have any more confidence to lower the deadline.

Feeling that the atmosphere was just right, Qiao Peisheng suggested with a reluctant expression: "Well, I happen to need some manpower for something. If you help me, not only will you get the money, but I will also write off the money for the clothes."

"What to do?" Song Ange became vigilant, earning money without having to pay back the money, it didn't sound like a serious job at all, he would not do some outrageous things just to pay back the money, such as Zhao Jianshui's kind of work.

"Do you want to be an actor's temporary assistant? I want to find a local who can do errands. You should be able to do this, right?" Qiao Peisheng explained the job description directly and clearly.

The fields involved and Song Ange's guesses have taken a 180-degree turn.

In the morning, Sister Tong asked him if he wanted to be a group performer, and now the annoying ghost asked him if he wanted to be an actor assistant.Why do you have anything to do with this circle?Shouldn't it be a crew?Can it be such a coincidence?

"I will be an assistant, and the money will be returned to you." Naturally, a temporary assistant will not last long, and he must not make much money. He felt uncomfortable when he wiped out seventy to eighty thousand yuan all at once.

He kicked the annoying ghost's car before, vomited annoying ghost all over, and the money that needs to be compensated has been erased at will. This time, it will make him very awkward.

Maybe the money is just a bunch of small numbers in the eyes of people like Qiao Peisheng, or it's the money for a meal, but he can't accept this kind of luck again and again with peace of mind.

Song Ange agreed, and the problem was solved, and Qiao Peicheng was in a good mood.

It doesn't matter at all if he still doesn't pay back the money, the important thing is that he can be a temporary assistant.

"Okay, you will come to report tomorrow. I will send you the address later, and someone will pick you up in the lobby when you arrive, and she can arrange everything after that. Remember to pack your luggage before you go, you need to live with the crew temporarily. A hotel, not long, only two or three months."

Qiao Zhixi's movie has a small part of the plot background here, and her director is a person who is extremely particular about her own work.As long as there is a specific background transformation in the plot of his movie, he will definitely spend a lot of time and money to find the best shooting location. During the shooting, it is very possible to grind a shot for a week.

It may take more than a month for Qiao Zhixi to finish filming the background scene here, and it may take at least three months at the slowest.

Two or three months are also the holiday life of prospective college students, which is enough time.

Qiao Peisheng's first step plan can basically predict success, and then he only needs some time as a foreshadowing, and he can start preparing for the second step plan.

The second step of the plan is a long-term battle, and he needs a lot of energy and patience to participate.

Because he had to let the scumbag Song Ange repeat the study willingly, and he was willing to put in more effort than normal people for it.