I'm fierce, I'm aggressive

The boarding ladder retracted automatically, and the cruise ship left the shore slowly, and the salty sea breeze blew the hair of the guests on the deck.

Xing Wen clutched his beard tightly, leaned on a crutch and looked around, but he didn't see Tang Yao and Liu Ju.

There are not many guests on board today, but a hundred or so, and then there are waiters who are busy.

"Be obedient! Xiaoyou!" A familiar voice shouted.

"I do not!"

Xing Wen was trying to walk away from the deck to the cabin at the moment, when he was hit by a little girl who rushed out yelling.

"Xiaoyou!" The people behind hurriedly followed, and the guests who were blowing the wind on the deck greeted him one after another.

"Master Yuan." The waiters stopped what they were doing and bowed in unison.

For a moment, Xing Wen seemed to have traveled back to the Republic of China, and Yuan Qi who came out was also wearing an indigo-colored robe, looking so handsome, he really looked like a son raised in a deep house compound.

It turns out that the wealthy family hosting the dinner today is from Yuan Qi's family, and this family is so rich that it is surprising.

The little girl pushed Xing Wen violently, and shouted at Yuan Qi: "What age are you still wearing a cheongsam? Mommy likes antique things, I don't like them! I can't celebrate this birthday!"

Yuan Qi frowned, it was difficult to get angry in front of the guests, the little girl wanted to run away, Yuan Qi could only look at the waiter, don't let her fall into the sea to feed the fish.

"Sorry, I didn't hit you, did I?" Yuan Qi apologized respectfully.

Xing Wen guessed that he must not have recognized him, so he just waved his hand.

"Let Yuan You wear what you like, the birthday boy is the biggest, who doesn't like princess dresses." A guest smoothed things over.

"The problem is that what she wants to wear is a leopard-print leather jacket... I am making everyone laugh." Yuan Qi only showed that kind of hearty smile at this moment, "It will be very cold on the deck after sunset, please move to the lobby to keep warm, the dinner will be held soon start."

The guests laughed and walked into the boat one after another.

The inside is indeed much warmer. Unlike the antique appearance of the cruise ship, the interior is decorated in a very western style, which gives Xing Wen a very nondescript feeling.

The dinner is buffet-style, and guests have already started eating and drinking since the boat sailed, and many people are already drunk on their faces.

Xing Wen was too lazy to walk around with a walking stick that was extremely inconvenient, so he found a seat with few people and ordered a glass of iced whiskey, and a waiter immediately brought the menu.

Ancient music was played in the extremely luxurious western hall, and the guests ranged from suits to Hanfu. Although it looked weird, it was really convenient for Xing Wen to recognize their faces.

An hour later, Xing Wen finished eating a pasta with creamy bacon, and when he felt that he was so bored that he was going to sleep, a hand poked him lightly from behind.

When Xing Wen turned his head, Jiang Xi was leaning on the back of the chair and looking at him, showing a sly smile: "Hi, Brother Xing."

"...Hi." Xing Wen was quite shocked, and motioned him not to speak out with his eyes.

"I know." Jiang Xi nodded, and walked around in front of him, "Let's go around together? It's boring here."

Jiang Xi wore a well-tailored black suit today, looking like a little pianist.

When Xing Wen got up, Jiang Xi handed him the crutch with a smile, and whispered, "Why are you dressed like this? It's so funny."

"How did you recognize it?" Xing Wen thought that dressed like this, even his parents might not recognize him.

"It's very simple." Jiang Xi said, "People can pretend and cover their faces with things, but they can't hide the feeling."

"Oh." Xing Wen didn't understand at all, "That kind of vicious feeling?"

When I was studying, the school people always said that as long as Xing Wen was present, he could feel the murderous aura across half of the track and field.

"No," Jiang Xi reached out to the buffet table to get the cake, and ate it as he walked, "You are not a vicious person."

Xing Wen raised his eyebrows and smiled: "No, I'm very vicious."

"You just look fierce, I used to..." Jiang Xi froze in the middle of speaking, and hurriedly stuffed the cake into Xing Wen's hands.

"What are you doing?" Xing Wen was inexplicable, and the other party hid directly behind him.

Yuan Qi walked towards him, raised his smiling face and approached: "Old man, we meet again, is the food and drink suitable for your appetite?"

Xing Wen stood still, holding the cake and nodding, Yuan Qi looked behind him suspiciously.

Jiang Xi was holding on to the clothes behind Xing Wen's waist, and Xing Wen noticed that he was shaking.

"I don't know how to call the old man?" Yuan Qi asked.

Xing Wen was silent for two seconds, coughed, and replied with the vicissitudes of life possible: "Chen Keke...Tie Zhu."

Surprise flashed across Yuan Qi's face, he wanted to laugh but tried his best to hold back, recalled and said: "Ah, I remembered, you must be the one my mother said... African horned melon plantation tycoon!"

"..." The corners of Xing Wen's mouth twitched under his long beard, thinking that whatever you say is what you say, "Yes, it's me."

Jiang Xi was still shaking, but Xing Wen suspected that he was laughing.

Fortunately, Yuan You came to the lobby accompanied by the hostess at this time, Yuan Qi's attention was diverted, and he left after a few more pleasantries.

Yuan You succeeded, and as he wished, he put on a leopard-print leather jacket. The old butler rolled out a big cake of human height from the other side of the lobby, and the master of ceremonies began to host the birthday banquet.

"What's wrong with you?" Xing Wen stood still, turned around, and Jiang Xi was still hiding behind him.

The thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy was still growing, only reaching the height of Xing Wen's chest. Xing Wen stretched out his hand, and Jiang Xi grabbed his arm, which was as cold as a corpse.

Xing Wen shivered suddenly: "Do you know him?"

Jiang Xi nodded, the person gradually calmed down, and glanced at the other end of the lobby.

Xing Wen followed him and looked over there, and saw a man in a dark red dress from a distance, with brown curly hair permed to his waist.

It's just the back view. Xing Wengang didn't see this person when he observed it. It should be... He Cuihua?

The lights in the lobby were turned off, the candles on the cake were lit, and everyone gathered together in unison to sing birthday song to Yuan You.

Mu Chen shuttled through the crowd, with one hand on the wig above his head, Zhang Chengbin's voice came from the communication device in his right ear.

Zhang Chengbin: "From your current position to the diagonal direction of the lobby, you will see him, the one who followed you before."

In the dimly lit environment, the two approached each other face to face.

Xing Wen was crowded by the crowd singing and celebrating his birthday. Mu Chen was busy looking around the crowd and didn't notice him.

A drunken foreign man stood up with a blushing face, shouted "mabelle" and opened his arms towards Mu Chen.

Mu Chen suddenly felt the smell of alcohol coming from the side, and when he turned his head, there was a pouting lip——

"Crazy!" Mu Chen ran away.

At the same time, Xing Wen, who suddenly heard Mu Chen's voice, was pushed violently with a puzzled expression.

The candle was blown out, and the lobby was plunged into brief but exciting darkness. Xing Wen only felt a body hit him firmly.

Accompanied by a slight pain in the jaw.

beard beard beard!The beard is trampled off!

The moment Mu Chen fell on it, his head felt cold, and he raised his hand to touch it, and the wig that Zhang Chengbin gave him with glue fell away!

The two couldn't get used to their vision. Amidst the whistles and cheers of "Happy Birthday", they squatted down in panic to pick up the beard and wig, and put them on again with lightning speed.

When the lobby lights came on, Xing Wen breathed a sigh of relief, and forced himself to pat the beard that had been pasted...

Wait, why is the beard on someone else's head? ? ?

Mu Chen was still sitting on the ground, but now he raised his head and stared dumbfounded at his wig—it was hanging on someone else's chin!

Xing Wen: "..."

Mu Chen: "..."

The two looked at each other, and both managed to read a hint of horror from the other's eyes.

The author has something to say: I haven't saved the manuscript, and I will start streaking tomorrow.

Thank you whit mine.

I love you today too.

Extract comments today:

① (In the small note...) Great, let's roast and eat the seagulls when they are fattened up! !

②Hahahahaha It’s okay for two people to be sour with each other, as if they haven’t graduated from kindergarten, I just want to see them look like an old man and a big guy in women’s clothing, walking together, I don’t know what the picture is 23333