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The man outside the door is about the same height as Li Shuhe, but he looks a lot stronger than Li Shuhe. The loose hip-hop style clothes actually fit him a bit. He left a round inch with a cross hanging on his right ear Earrings, it doesn't look like a kind person who is easy to get along with.

His eyes were sharp and his brows were frowning with a serious expression. Staring at people like this would indeed bring a lot of pressure to people.Li Shuhe's expression also changed slightly, from being kind and confused when we first met, to gradually turning to a slightly cold look, the man obviously felt the change in his expression, narrowed his eyes slightly, interested but slightly aggressive, stared at Looking at this unknown stranger.

After waiting for a long time when no one came in, Xiao Peng had no choice but to come out of the kitchen to see for himself. He stopped behind Li Shuhe and was a little surprised to see the people standing outside the door: "Hai Jiajie? Why are you here?"

Li Shuhe turned his head and squinted his eyes, smiling like Feng Jiyuelang, and said to Xiao Peng: "Mr. Xiao, is this your friend?"

Hai Jiajie: "..."

This kid, just now stared at him as if he was going to fight, why did he change his face in an instant?If you don't have 10 years of Sichuan Opera skills, you may not be able to practice this technique, right? !

Of course Xiao Peng didn't know about the fight between the two of them just now, so he just smiled and said to Li Shuhe: "Yes, he is my friend and also Teacher Xiong's friend." He asked Hai Jiajie, "Why are you here today? Don't say a word?"

Mr. Hai stretched out his hand and snorted his head, and stuffed the huge handbag in the other hand: "I heard that you have a dinner party, so I'll bring you some fruits, and have a meal by the way!"

Xiao Peng looked at the two C logos on the handbag speechlessly, and turned sideways to let people in.The moment he brushed against Li Shuhe, Hai Jiajie scanned him from head to toe, walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa without saying a word.

The bathroom door opened, and Xiong Weining, who had finished washing, saw Hai Jiajie sitting on the sofa as soon as he went out, so he gasped and took half a step back in horror: "Are you really here?!"

Xiao Peng looked at him suspiciously, Xiong Weining smiled awkwardly.

It was indeed Xiong Weining who told Hai Jiajie about the dinner party, but he didn't do it on purpose. In the past two days, Hai Jiajie has been chasing Xiong Weining and telling him to invite him and Xiao Peng to dinner on weekends. Xiong Weining has always kept Hai Jiajie at a respectful distance. Of course, he tried to refuse, but he didn't expect this person to chase him into the dormitory after hearing that they were going to entertain guests.

Xiong Weining slid along the wall, moved to the door of his room tremblingly, with one hand on the doorknob, ready to open the door and enter the room at any time.

Xiao Peng was a little puzzled, Hai Jiajie didn't look like a good person, how did he sneak into the school, and how did he escape the interrogation of the dormitory auntie and go upstairs.

Mr. Hai shook his head in a dazed manner: "I don't understand! This is called charisma!"

"Hey!" Xiao Peng was very surprised, "I've known you for so many years, this is the first time I know you have a personality!"

Teacher Xiao's mouth has always been unforgiving, and Hai Jiajie has long been used to it.

Li Shuhe heard the two people gag, and also guessed that they had an unusual relationship, so he went back to the kitchen silently to continue his work.

Hai Jiajie stood up and walked around the small apartment, his disgust was palpable: "What kind of crappy place is this! Can people live there?"

Xiao Peng rolled his eyes speechlessly and didn't really want to talk to him, so he turned his head and went into the kitchen to continue preparing lunch.

Hai Jiajie stuck out two fingers and poked the wall: "Has the decoration passed the inspection? Is there any formaldehyde residue?"

As he spoke, he walked to the corner and looked at the whistling cabinet air conditioner and sighed sincerely: "Is this an antique? Can it still be refrigerated after being broken like this?"

Xiao Peng in the kitchen had blue veins on his forehead, and Xiong Weining at the door of the room tightly gripped the doorknob.

"Xiao Peng, you don't have to worry about sleeping on that broken bed!" Hai Jiajie went around and turned out of Xiao Peng's bedroom.

Teacher Xiong couldn't bear it anymore and yelled furiously: "Is my bed firm now?"

Mr. Hai shook his head, "I've been talking about it for a long time, is it your bed? What year is this bed? It should have been put in a museum long ago, okay?"

Xiong Weining rolled up his sleeves in anger - to cool himself down.

Li Shuhe in the kitchen saw the funny things in the living room, so he walked up to Xiao Peng and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Xiao's friend is quite interesting."

Xiao Peng smiled wryly and shook his head, explaining to him: "The noble son of a rich family is very difficult to serve."

Li Shuhe tilted his head and looked into the living room: "It seems that Mr. Xiong is a little afraid of him."

Xiao Peng sighed with complicated emotions: "It's all evil fate!"

Li Shuhe laughed, took the vegetable basket from him, walked to the sink and started washing the vegetables.

Hai Jiajie sat back on the sofa again, stretched his head and yelled towards the kitchen: "Xiao Peng! Don't live here anymore! My villas are all ready for you, and if it's too far away, I'll provide you with a scooter!" Said Looking at Xiong Weining, he raised his chin, "When the time comes, I'll turn the basement floor into a music studio, and put all your junk in it!"

"You know a fart! You're just broken!" Teacher Xiong frowned instantly, "What do you know if you can't even tune a song!"

Hai Jiajie slumped comfortably on the sofa: "I don't know anything! That's why I want to decorate a music room, so I can improve myself!"

Xiong Weining wanted to argue with this person very much, but he didn't dare to confront him head-on, so he could only run back to the room angrily to play games.

in the kitchen.

Li Shuhe found the rice according to Xiao Peng's instructions, estimated the food intake of several people, measured out the appropriate amount of rice with a small bowl, cleaned it and put it in the pot for cooking.After finishing these, he walked to the cutting board consciously, and was about to pick up the knife when Xiao Peng stopped him: "Leave the rest to me, go and rest!"

"No need!" Li Shuhe lowered his head and smiled, "I just gave it a shot, but I'm not tired at all!"

Xiao Peng took the kitchen knife from his hand and patted his forearm: "You are a guest, so it is not right to ask you to help, the rest is cooking, I can take care of it myself, you go and Mr. Xiong will have dinner soon after playing for a while."

After soaking in water, his hands were slightly cold. Xiao Peng's fingers were slender and well-defined, the back of his hands was covered with fair skin, and the blood vessels under the fascia could be seen clearly.This hand rests on Li Shuhe's arm, which is really appropriate, but black and white are distinct.

Li Shuhe lost his mind for a moment, and immediately regained his clarity and said to Xiao Peng: "Then... Thank you, Mr. Xiao, I'm waiting for dinner!"

When Li Shuhe walked out of the kitchen, he faced Hai Jiajie head-on. Hai Jiajie smiled and Li Shuhe also changed his original attitude and smiled very friendly.

Hai Jiajie walked into the kitchen and said to the busy Xiao Peng, "Your new colleague is a bit weird."

Xiao Peng said to him without looking back: "I think you are the one who is weird."

"What's the matter with me?" Hai Jiajie said as he was about to reach out to pinch the tomato on the plate, Xiao Peng slammed his chopsticks on the back of his hand, and Mr. Hai hissed in pain and gasped, "It's too hard, isn't it? Just hit!"

Xiao Peng folded his arms and turned his head: "I hit you to warn you not to touch things you can't touch!"

Hai Jiajie is not an idiot, of course he could hear the meaning of his words, so he licked his fingers dipped in tomato juice and said, "Don't worry, I have a sense of propriety, I know what can and cannot be touched."

Xiao Peng rolled his eyes and snorted coldly: "You better know."

Hai Jiajie approached with a playful smile: "You really don't want to go back to live with me? My house is not much better than here!"

"Are you finished?" Xiao Peng wanted to slap the frying pan in his face, "Thank you, I'm not used to living in your high-end villa. The staff apartment in No. [-] Middle School is quite good, and I'm very satisfied with it."

Hai Jiajie was silent for a moment, and leaned closer to Xiao Peng again: "Actually, I also have real estate in the neighborhood opposite No. [-] Middle School, or... where do you two live?"

Xiao Peng: "..."

Damn rich!

Li Shuhe stood in Xiong Weining's room with a very tangled expression on his face. This room was even more chaotic than bandits entering a village!Clothes were piled up on the gaming chair like a mountain, quilts were piled up at the end of the bed, water glasses and books were placed in a mess on the computer desk, and some books were also placed on the bedside table.

The more messy the room was, the more abrupt was the corner by the window. There was a square carpet there, and a set of music production equipment was placed neatly and cleanly.Li Shuhe walked over the messy pile of clothes, went to the corner and sat down, looking at these things in surprise and envy.

Li Shuhe asked Xiong Weining: "Is this equipment used to record songs?"

"You can record songs, but that's just one of the functions." Xiong Weining wiped the microphone carefully, "The main function of this set is music production, from arrangement to orchestration to synthesis, it's enough!"

Li Shuhe nodded with a vague understanding, and looked at the equipment carefully like a curious baby.

Seeing his appearance, Xiong Weining immediately asked, "Are you interested in this?"

Li Shuhe shook his head embarrassingly: "I only learned some guitar when I was in college, and I don't know anything else."

Hearing that he can play the guitar, Xiong Weining immediately became interested: "That's right! Can you sing? Do you want to record one?"

Li Shuhe quickly waved his hand: "No, no, I haven't played for a long time and I forgot how to play the guitar!"

"Come on!" Xiong Weining grabbed the guitar and tuned it, connected it to the device and handed it to Li Shuhe, "I'll give you a keyboard for what you want to sing!"

In the kitchen, Xiao Peng was cooking in full swing. Hai Jiajie wanted to talk to him several times, but he prevaricated him with words, so it became Xiao Peng's cooking and Hai Jiajie served the dishes. The two cooperated It's a tacit understanding, and the small coffee table in the living room will soon be full.

The food had been packed, but the diners did not show up for a long time. The sound of music came from Xiong Weining's room. Xiao Peng and Hai Jiajie followed the sound and walked over. In the messy room, Xiong Weining was standing straight in front of the keyboard. While playing, Li Shuhe sat sideways on the bed with the guitar in his arms, leaned close to the microphone in front of him and sang while playing.

Li Shuhe's voice is gentle and clear, and every word he sang seems to have been soaked in warmth for a long time, and each of his words is affectionate, just like the smile he would show anytime and anywhere, which makes people feel Feeling warm and itchy.

"If I was young and promising and didn't feel inferior, and knew what is precious, I would be ashamed for not giving you those beautiful dreams..."

Li Shuhe seemed to have no intention of looking at the door, and looked at each other unexpectedly, making Xiao Peng suffocate for a moment.

"If I was young and wise, I wouldn't let you suffer for me. Drink a few more drinks at the wedding, and you are now."

Li Shuhe sang too earnestly and focused, as if he was singing to him every single word, which made Xiao Peng's eyes feel a little hot.

At the end of the song, Hai Jiajie applauded without hesitation: "You sang so well! This teacher's surname is..."

Li Shuhe smiled: "Li."

"Ms. Li!" Hai Jiajie took two steps, and sat on Xiong Weining's bed very naturally, "I have a Qing bar under my hand that will open soon! I am worried that I can't find a resident singer! When are you two free?" Give me a show?"

Before the words fell, Yuancun was slapped on the head. Xiao Peng patted the dust that didn't exist on the palm, and warned with a bad face: "Don't cause trouble! These two are the teachers who are making up, if they are caught It's all trouble!"

Hai Jiajie sighed, and had no choice but to reluctantly give up this idea. Xiao Peng rolled his eyes at him, turned around and said to the two of them: "You two artists, you can wash your hands and come out to eat."