you're so stubborn

He sent a private message to Xinghe at Zhou Shuo's house in the afternoon, and he didn't receive a reply from Xinghe until he returned to his father in the evening.

At night, when he was having dinner with his father, he still glanced at his phone from time to time,

There is a signal, there is a network, but there is no reply.

Awesome.

The old man was annoyed by his sinister sneer, and couldn't help saying, "Hmph, the second general was reincarnated, right?"

"..." Ouchen put down the phone with a nose and eyes, "Dad, it's fine if you say I can't catch up with you, but now I use a small private home Weibo and people ignore me, what's the matter? His pair of The charming big eyes just can't hold a cutie like me, can they?"

The old man looked at him with unbelievable eyes. After watching for a long time, he said, "It turns out that cute is a derogatory term. I know it today."

"Let's go to each other." Ou Chen picked up his wine bottle and clinked his father's wine glass, "It's only today that I found out that my father is so uneducated that he doesn't even distinguish between praise and criticism."

"I think you just need a beating." The old man laughed.

"Hey?" Ou Chen took a sip of wine and put down the bottle, "Father, do you think I should seduce him, after all, I have such a good figure."

"Okay, of course," the old man said very kindly, "as long as you resist beating, you can do whatever you want to seduce, but I think that kid has a lot of thorns on his body, and I think you are strong enough to beat him."

"Why don't you beat me up? Daddy, you really have no quality." Ou Chen praised himself without blushing, "I'm such a gentle person, when did I ever fight with someone I like?"

Dad smiled and said nothing.

When Xie Yu got home at night, he took Xie Lang's phone and flipped through the photos for his grandparents to see. From feeding rabbits on the mountain to planting vegetables in the fields, and then to the amusement park, he showed his grandparents all the photos he thought were better.

When he found the photos he thought were the most beautiful, he had to add a few witty explanations.

In the end, I was afraid that my grandparents would not be able to see his cute little face clearly, so I inadvertently zoomed in on those few good-looking photos until the whole screen was full of his big face.

If his grandparents cheerfully praised him for being so good-looking, he would still say with a face full of embarrassment, "Why, these are all good-looking photos taken by my brother."

Xie Lang, who had just come out of the shower, happily patted the back of Xie Yu's head, "Brother is taking good pictures again now?"

Xie Yu didn't hear the sound of his brother coming out, and now he was caught by his brother, he quickly leaned on his grandfather, didn't speak, just laughed silly.

"Virtue," Xie Lang glanced at him, and then turned his attention to his grandparents, "Grandma, don't look at it, you two, go to bed quickly, what time is it?"

"Oh, it's almost ten o'clock," grandma pushed the reading glasses to look at the time, "I didn't pay attention unless you said it, it's just superfluous."

"What's so interesting about this little annoying spirit?" Xie Lang picked up Xie Yu from the sofa and hugged him, "Hurry up and go into the house, he should be sleeping too, he's been crazy all day."

"I'm not sleepy." Xie Yu put his arms around his brother's neck.

"I dare you to have a good day, and you are in high spirits right now." Grandpa returned the phone to Xie Lang, and helped grandma get up, "Your grandparents can't do it, old."

"Not old, not old," Xie Yu looked at his grandfather and smiled, "Grandpa is young, just like my brother, I can't even catch up with you when I run."

"Tsk, look, this kid who loves sugar is really different." Grandpa nodded Xie Yu's nose, "It's sweeter than your brother's mouth...Okay, hurry up and go to bed, tomorrow A grandpa will get up and take you for a run."

"Okay!" Xie Yu responded, "Good night, grandpa and grandma."

Xie Yu ran wildly on the mountain for two days, and today he flew up and down in the amusement park and drank a lot of cool breeze. Xie Lang was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he made him drink an oral solution to prevent colds before going to bed.

Xie Yu drank it obediently, and then asked his brother for milk.

Xie Lang brought him the warmed milk, and let the child hold the cup to drink by himself. He sat on the bed and opened Weibo with his mobile phone, and replied to today's private message that he planned to ask him for a manuscript.

After replying, he didn't intend to wait for the other party's message. After all, there are many people who plan to ask him to make an appointment every day but stop when they know the price, so he is ready to put down his phone and go to sleep after replying to this message.

As a result, before the mobile phone had time to leave his hand, the other party replied to the message.

Xie Lang glanced at it, only an exclamation mark.

Speechless.

I communicate with you?

Xie Lang replied blankly with a full stop, ending the conversation.

Put down your phone.

He took the 800-year-old milk from Xie Yuyu's hand and drank it in one gulp.

Turned off the light in the sound of the child yelling at my milk, hugged the child and said, "Sleep."

I just went to sleep, tired all day.

"It's awesome." Ou Chen lay on the bed fiercely and held a mobile phone to read the message Xie Lang replied.

Although he had already seen the drafting rules on Xie Lang's Weibo, which was the first one, but he watched Xie Lang send him the drafting rules again, plus he accidentally clicked an exclamation point because he was too excited. And received a very impolite full stop.

He sighed again very sincerely.

Really cool.

Let's look at the rules made by this great god who is not human.

Pay the full payment for the final draft, and only accept font changes, no technical guidance, no finger-pointing, and 70.00% of the money will be refunded if the manuscript is not satisfied.

Gee.

Still awesome.

With this attitude, he can still hang out in the illustration circle instead of being beaten to death. This must be due to God's special favor for his little face that seems to be the creator's own son.

But then again, Xie Lang's group is one thing, but Ouchen Qian Duolang's insistence on asking others for drafts is another.

So he didn't pay attention to Xie Lang's unruly rules at all, but used his intellectual property-poor brain filled with a lot of yellow waste to think of a respectful and graceful sentence to tease... No... I'm here to make an appointment with Xie Lang.

- That's Mr. Xinghe, I already know your rules, but I believe in your skills very much, so I still want to ask you out.

- No, I'm not asking you. I made a typo. I want to ask you to help me draw a sketch of a couple.

- Is it okay, Mr. Xinghe?

Ou Chen waited for Teacher Xinghe's reply with secret joy.

5 minutes passed, Teacher Xinghe didn't reply, didn't you see?

Ou Chen sent him another message.

- Teacher Xinghe?

Twelve minutes passed, and Teacher Xinghe still didn't reply, fell asleep?

Ou Chen scratched his heart and waited, his hands itched, and he couldn't help but send another message.

-relative?

Eighteen minutes passed, and Teacher Xinghe still didn't reply. Are you fast asleep?

Send another one.

- kiss?

25 minutes have passed, Mr. Xinghe...

Fuck. Your uncle!

The dog thing has fallen asleep!

Ou Chen flicked his phone on the bedside table, fuck your Xinghe!Fuck you!

Rolling up the quilt, I have to sleep with my head stuffed, the more stuffy I get, the more fucking uncomfortable I am!

He was upset for at least 2 minutes before he suddenly lifted the quilt and stretched out his long arms to reach for the phone, pulling his weibo into the blacklist at a speed that was against Mr. Xinghe.

After stretching, I feel at ease, let out a long and flattering sigh of relief, honestly put the quilt on my chest, and prepare to sleep.

In the end, the upper and lower eyelids were not tired enough, he opened his eyes again, reached for the phone again, and blacklisted Teacher Xinghe's Weibo at a sneaky speed.

And pray in my heart, he didn't see it, didn't he see it, didn't he see it!

The idiot prayed nervously for 360 rounds before he remembered that Xie Lang didn't know that this was his trumpet.

After realizing this point, he let out a long breath of relief, feeling that he was about to let go of his breath, and then he said a very pertinent truth as if he had just returned from wandering in the sky and the world, "Ouchen, do you have any questions?" Get sick! It's in the middle of the night!"

If Zhou Shuo were here, he would definitely have to retort that he didn't know if he was sick or not, but it was somewhat abnormal.

It was already [-]:[-] when Xie Lang slept until he woke up naturally the next day.

He yawned and turned over, only to find that Xie Yuyu, who usually woke up early to play by himself, was still sleeping at the moment, and his sleep was very restless, his little brows were furrowed.

Xie Lang listened carefully, only to hear that the child's breathing faintly implied that his nose was stuffy.

After drinking so many oral liquids to prevent colds, I still caught a cold.

Xie Lang sighed, and pressed his forehead against his forehead, trying to see if there was a fever.

Fortunately, there was no fever, Xie Lang breathed a sigh of relief, covered him with the quilt and got out of bed with his mobile phone.

There were a few unread Weibo private messages on the phone, Xie Lang didn't care, today is the day when the third year of high school is forced to go to school, he has to send a message to the old class to ask for leave.

The reason for asking for leave is the same as always. My brother is sick and I have to take care of him at home today.

The old class didn't reply to him, and he didn't know if he was in class or he was too lazy to talk to him.

Xie Lang didn't care about that, anyway, he always asked for leave like this, even if the old class disagreed, he would definitely not go to school again after taking leave.

He looked awesome, as if the school was run by his family.

As soon as he put the phone on the cabinet, Xie Lang went to the kitchen to make medicine for Xie Yuyu.

It is said to be medicine, but it is actually hot soup.

Children don't like being sick, even a small cold will be slower than normal children for a few days, Xie Lang doesn't like to raise Xie Yu as a medicine jar, so he tries not to let children take more medicine for this kind of small cold , Only drink a kind of three root water specially prepared by myself.

It is coriander root, green onion root and white radish root.

When cooking, add a few slices of ginger, and give Xie an extra bowl in the morning and evening, which is much more useful than taking cold medicine alone.

As soon as everything was ready to cook, the mobile phone on the cabinet rang, and it was still a voice call.

Xie Lang was not in a hurry to pick it up, but unhurriedly threw three kinds of vegetable roots and ginger slices into the pot, turned on a low heat and cooked slowly, and then walked out of the kitchen to get his phone.

Opened WeChat and saw that it was a call from someone who was sick.

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Ou Chen: Are you polite?