The strongest way to be narcissistic

Song Ange witnessed with his own eyes how Qiao Peisheng put his pile of seemingly unappetizing things on an exquisite plate, and decorated them with random decorations. The exquisiteness was instantly enhanced, and it could be worth hundreds of dollars a piece.

Song Ange kept a close eye on Qiao Peisheng's actions the whole time, stealing lessons secretly.

With Qiao Peicheng on his back, he recalled his steps just now, and tried to pose himself, but he couldn't feel that way.

Depend on!Doesn't it look pretty simple?How can it be good at first glance, but useless once you do it?

"If you practice more in the future, you will catch up with me." Qiao Peisheng relied on his height advantage to easily see Song Ange's small movements.

"Who cares." Song Ange said, putting the things on the plate back, this shameful thing should be destroyed as soon as possible, otherwise people will die of laughter.

Qiao Zhixi and Delia, who had been hungry for a long time, finished discussing their affairs and began to sit at the dining table following the smell.Seeing the long table of food made her salivate.

Qiao Zhixi likes the Chinese food made by his younger brother the most, and he must enjoy it to the fullest today.

Relying on her physique of not gaining weight, Qiao Zhixi is able to maintain her foodie attributes without hesitation every day.

When everyone was sitting at the dining table, Qiao Zhixi started to move his chopsticks, and slowly chewed the food in his mouth. Song Ange seemed calm, but actually observed Qiao Zhixi's facial expressions nervously.

Qiao Zhixi likes to chew slowly when eating, and keeps chewing all the time. Judging from his expression, he can't find any additional information for the time being.

Seeing that Song Ange looked nervous like a child, Qiao Peicheng blinded him, and kicked Song Ange's calf under the table.

"Eating, beauty is not a meal."

These words sounded to Song Ange's ears, as if Qiao Peisheng was rationally jealous in the role of Qiao Zhixi's lover.

Hmph, you still care about your girlfriend?Why didn't you often visit the set before that?

Since the kid is so concerned about whether the taste suits his appetite, Qiao Peicheng followed his wish and asked, "Do you think it's delicious?"

"It's as delicious as before." Qiao Zhixi didn't notice anything wrong with the food. "What? Suddenly not confident in your craft?"

"It's very tasty." The translator put down her chopsticks reservedly, pursed her lips and smiled.

Not a compliment, it's delicious

"Satisfied?" Qiao Peicheng turned his head and asked Song Ange.

Song Ange lifted the bowl to pick up the rice, but said nothing because he was embarrassed.

"Is this dish made by little friend Song?" Qiao Zhixi was surprised to hear something.

Compared with the taste of her brother's, there is no difference in the taste. If she didn't tell her, she really wouldn't be able to tell that it wasn't made by her brother.

"Well, except for Delia's western food, he cooks all of them, and I put them on the plate."

"It seems that I don't need to ask little friend Song to bring me lunch here every now and then. I just rent a hotel-style apartment to cook. In the future, he only needs to cook three meals for me, and he doesn't need to bask in the sun every day on the set. Who told me In the past half a month, I can be regarded as witnessing the process of little friend Song's gradual darkening."

Taking advantage of Song Ange's inattention, Qiao Zhixi winked at Qiao Peicheng.Little friend Song won't come anymore, let's see if he's in a hurry.

Qiao Peisheng pretended not to see.

In the middle of the meal, Qiao Zhixi accidentally discovered a detail, thinking it was a coincidence, so he took a closer look at the two boys sitting side by side opposite him, and the more he looked at it, the more novel it became.

"Sister Zhixi, what are you looking at?" Ning Yuqing, who was the translator, asked curiously.

She is the same age as Qiao Peisheng. She studied abroad. After graduation, she went to work as an assistant to a not-so-famous actor. Later, when the actor's contract expired and left, Delia knew that Ning Yuqing knew five languages. , so I asked someone to come and take it with me to do translation when necessary.

Counting it, it has been two or three years, and he and Qiao Zhixi are considered close.

Ning Yuqing knew that Qiao Peisheng was Qiao Zhixi's younger brother, but she didn't know their specific family background.

As for her having such a good language talent, why did she want to do errand work that didn't make much money in the first place?She herself felt a little silly on purpose.

She went to this company to work as an actor's assistant to chase stars, because the assistant would follow the actors around, maybe she could take the opportunity to meet her beloved idol.

It's a pity that after learning some of the other party's true face, Ning Yuqing's beautiful vision for him was suddenly disillusioned.

She wanted to use the actor above her to leave, so she resigned herself. How could she be attracted by Delia, the conditions offered by Delia are attractive, and she can often get in touch with Qiao Zhixi, who is living in a mess. Immediately, he nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice, so he kept doing things in Delia's hands.

Qiao Zhixi said: "I found that the eating habits and expressions of the two of you are exactly the same."

It seems to be the same person.

Qiao Zhixi knew Qiao Peisheng's eating habits.The younger brother always likes to eat from the middle until a hole is formed, and then fills up the surrounding rice and continues to dig the hole.

Another point is that no matter what Qiao Peisheng eats, no matter whether it tastes good or not, his face remains expressionless the whole time, and he always feels that food is just a tool for him to fill his stomach, and there is no value in worrying about whether it is good or not.

On these two points, little brother Song was right.

Qiao Peicheng swallowed the food in his mouth, calmly. "Yeah?"

This is not a very strange thing.Having lived as Qiao Peisheng for 24 years, he never deliberately got rid of some small habits in Song Ange's life.

"Well, it's true." Ning Yuqing also nodded.

Qiao Peicheng knew the inside story so he was unmoved. On the other hand, Song Ange was affirmed by the two girls at the same time. He couldn't help sneaking a glance at Qiao Peicheng beside him.

Qiao Peicheng filled the dug hole with the rice next to him, and continued to chew the food expressionlessly.

Song Ange looked at his bowl again and filled half of it.He remembered that Zhao Jianshui told him before that watching him eat was very boring. Once the extremely delicious food reached his mouth, the feedback would be the same. As a result, Zhao Jianshui, who had a good appetite, couldn't eat much. .

Both traits, bothersome.

There are many similarities with a person who is many times better than you in every way, which inevitably makes Song Ange feel a subtle sense of magic.

"I'm full." While the group of people were paying attention to what was there, Qiao Peicheng ate the last bite of rice in the bowl with braised eggplant, and put down the bowl and chopsticks.

Looking at the big mouthful of rice left in Song Ange's bowl, he reminded: "After eating, don't waste food."

To be honest, it doesn't feel like being expressionless when I eat, after all, I can't see it, but if the person opposite keeps such an expression, I will feel what the so-called disappointment means.

Witnessing Song Ange's eating from a third-party perspective, Qiao Peicheng seriously suspected that he had no appetite and couldn't finish the bowl.

Song Ange, who had already eaten three rice bowls, settled the matter with two mouths, and even picked up the bowl to show his presence in Qiao Peisheng's eyes.

Hehe, does he look like the kind of person who wastes food?

The small interactions all fell into the eyes of Qiao Zhixi, who had been observing them.

She squinted her eyes, not knowing what to pay attention to.

"No room?"

Qiao Peicheng hugged his bones and sat on the sofa in the living room sucking cats, only to hear him coming down from the stairs, and suddenly told him and Song Ange that they had no spare bedrooms.

If he remembered correctly, there seemed to be five bedrooms in this house?There are no more or no less than five of them.

"That's right, there is no room to sleep in, so little friend Song has to sleep with you today." As expected of siblings, the appearance of lying makes it impossible to see the slightest clue.

Song Ange frowned. "I can sleep on the couch."

He didn't want to sleep with a nasty person, and they would definitely hate him for touching his bed.He was just a little strange, why didn't these two people sleep in the same room, was it because of the presence of irrelevant people like him?

"How can this work? Even if you want to sleep on the sofa, you have to sleep on him." Qiao Zhixi pointed to his younger brother who was next to him, who was fond of stroking the cat.

She has helped him so much, can you give me some help?Don't act like you have nothing to do with cats.

Will Qiao Peisheng feel wronged and sleep on the sofa?Of course not.

It doesn't matter if one person sleeps in one bed.

"Sleep." Qiao Peicheng looked at his phone, saw that the time was almost up, put down his bones, grabbed Song Ange's hand and forced him to stand up, letting him go with him.

Early to bed and early to rise is good for your physical and mental health.

"I wish you a sweet dream." Qiao Zhixi smiled and waved from behind.

Well, today's matter has been resolved smoothly, and tomorrow there will be a whole day for them to get along well and enhance their relationship, so they have to plan their itinerary well.

"bath."

Qiao Peicheng walked to the bedroom and began to rummage in the closet, found a set of bath towels that he hadn't used yet and threw them into Singer Song.Song Ange and Qiao Zhixi had been busy for so long during the day, it was impossible not to sweat, Qiao Peicheng didn't allow the stinky Song Ange to lie beside him.

Even if this person used to be himself, it wouldn't work.

Song Ange held the bath towel and meditated.

What does this mean?It means that the haters despise him for being dirty.

Song Ange's recent overt and covert discrimination was enough to make him uncomfortable. Even if Qiao Peisheng had no other intentions in doing so, Song Ange, who had been made extremely sensitive recently, still felt the so-called embarrassment.

Stupid kid.

Seeing this, Qiao Peicheng took out his own bath towel and nightgown, hooked Song Ange directly around his neck, forced him to the bathroom, and closed the door.

Song Ange opened his eyes and saw Qiao Peicheng unbutton his clothes to reveal his abs, and then when he was about to take off his pants, his face blushed and he was at a loss. "You... what do you want to do?"

Didn't you let him take a bath?What is the bastard following in for?Why do you have to take off your clothes on your own!

Song Ange, who had never seen such a formation before, would be surprised if he didn't think too much!

"Bather." Qiao Peisheng angrily put down his hand on his trousers, and pointed to the large bathtub halfway through the glass, and the shower head behind Song Ange. "You wash, I soak."

He now has the habit of taking a bath before going to bed, and it is easier to fall asleep after taking a bath.

Two people washing together will save a lot of time, and you can basically fall asleep after washing, saving you from having to go in and out and take a long time to fall asleep.

"It's all boys, what are you afraid of?" Qiao Peicheng felt that Song Ange was making a fuss. He and he were not interested in men. They belonged to the type of fighting each other without being impulsive to each other. There is nothing to be nervous about.

"Nobody's interested in a kid's body."

While waiting for the bathtub to be filled with water, Qiao Peicheng turned around to look at Song Ange, who was still unwilling to take off his clothes, looked up and down for a few seconds, and approached him little by little, forcing Song Ange to back away until there was no way out. Only then did he ask with a half-smile: "Or——do you have unreasonable thoughts about me?"

It's actually quite fun to tease yourself.

Since the last time Song Ange was forced to call him brother, he found that it was a bad idea that made him feel good.

"Your mother has unreasonable thoughts!" Song Ange would swear when he was angry, and he couldn't hold back his foul mouth when he was nervous.As long as it can greatly affect his emotions, under any circumstances, he can't help but swear.

Qiao Peicheng didn't like Song Ange's swearing, it was too harsh and uncomfortable, even if he himself would occasionally swear, but he just didn't like hearing swear words coming out of Song Ange's mouth one after another.

Maybe it's because of Song Ange's flaws all over his body. Swear words can obviously be refrained from uttering, or he can change the language of expression to make him less flawed, but Song Ange doesn't do this, and sometimes he feels that he is very awesome. , which made Qiao Peisheng particularly dislike the vulgar Song Ange.

"Swallow these words back." Qiao Peicheng supported the wall that Song Ange was leaning against with one hand, his gray-blue eyes were sharp, his voice was steady and undulating.

Intuition told Song Ange that Qiao Peisheng was angry.

Just because he can't beat Qiao Peicheng doesn't mean he will always be in a state of cowardly surrender, as long as his temper comes up, he won't be able to stop him.

"You fucking let me take it back, just take it back? Can you eat the shit you fucking pulled out? You idiot!"

Song Ange was dissatisfied in his heart, and he could say whatever he wanted, never caring that it might lead to irreparable consequences.

Qiao Peicheng sighed softly when he saw his "I'm sorry you hit me" look.

Song Ange, he really hates him so much that sometimes he thinks it would be nice if the bad Song Ange didn't exist.

This was something Song Ange didn't expect.He thought that Qiao Peisheng would either throw him out, or just choke his throat like last time to force him to give in.

While Song Ange was in a daze, Qiao Peicheng continued to approach him, raised his other hand and moved it by Song Ange's side, before Song Ange could react, Qiao Peicheng pointed something at him, and the next second gushed out. The cold water splashed directly on his face.

The oncoming dense spray of water is actually similar to the effect of being poured into a water tank with your head pressed down. At least for Song Ange, it is basically the same. Anyway, it feels suffocating.

He couldn't see Qiao Peicheng's face clearly, and he couldn't escape Qiao Peicheng's suppression.

"I'm fucking your mother!"

Song Ange scolded, the desire to ask for help made him use all his strength to wave away Qiao Peicheng's hand, and the shower slammed heavily on the floor and made a loud noise.

The water was still spraying upwards.

Both of them were wet all over, and everyone was in a mess.

Qiao Peisheng didn't have any emotion in his eyes, he quietly looked at Song Ange who was about to hit someone,

"Song Ange, sometimes you really need to realize how bad you really are. Always doing wrong things, always hurting people around you, always thinking that you are right, and always refusing to bow your head and admit your mistakes."

Qiao Peicheng's words still did not fluctuate, and his eyes gradually deepened. He remembered many things, many things that Song Ange has done, or has not done, all kinds of annoying mistakes.

These things were all the unbearable things he, Qiao Peisheng, had experienced from the beginning to the end.

Sometimes, he really didn't know how to face Song Ange, an idiot who didn't know anything.

I don't even know if what I'm doing is right or wrong.

He only knows one thing -

Qiao Peisheng hated Song Ange.

It is equivalent to Song Ange hating Song Ange.

This is a fact no one knows better than him.