Chosen unlucky guy

[Not you! ]

He Jingle was so startled by this comment that he lost sleepiness, he hurriedly sent a message to Xin Sui: [I really didn't say you, I lied to you as a puppy! ]

There was a long display of "typing in progress" over there, and after a long while, Xin Sui replied: [So, it turned out that I misunderstood. ]

Words can't convey feelings immediately, but He Jingle somehow read some displeasure from the news. He chewed on his nails for a long time before realizing: Why didn't the other party ask who he was talking about?

So I still don't believe it!

It was late at night, and he didn't dare to call rashly, so he could only scratch his head and figure out that the circle of friends who was the culprit had already been deleted by him, without leaving any trace.

Young Master He tossed and tossed for half the night, and in the end he was so angry that he couldn't steal the chicken. He opened his curtain with a cry, stared at Yan Yu who was not moving, and finally lay down unwillingly. He got off; thinking about it day by day, even in the dream Yan Yu was scolding him with a stern face, and suddenly became even angrier, no matter how outrageous the plot in the dream, he kicked his legs and yelled: "Yan Yu! I hate you! A xx!"

Such a call woke him up. It was already bright outside, and the sunlight shone through the gap in the bed curtain, making his eyes hurt.He sat up slowly, thinking of his dream that was so real that his teeth hurt, he punched the air twice, and then turned over and got out of bed; but the other foot was not on the ground, and he saw Yan Yu sitting in front of the table , his face was so dark that he could drip, and he sneered at him: "I don't know, but Master He has such a big opinion of me, and he always greets my ancestors in his dreams."

He Jingle: "..."

He suddenly felt uncomfortable. After a whole night of precipitation, his impulsiveness and anger had almost disappeared, so he coughed lightly, trying to pave the way for both parties: "That...haven't you heard a sentence Words? Dreams and reality are opposites."

Yan Yu snorted, with a few large characters clearly written on his face: Really?I do not believe.

He Jingle was even more embarrassed. He stood there in a sloppy manner, with the dull eyes that he had just woken up from. He didn't think about what he should do next for a long time, until Yan Yu called him again: "Idiot!" , take it."

"Huh?" He responded subconsciously, and then felt angry, "Damn, who are you calling stupid? Let me warn you, I don't want to quarrel with you so early in the morning—"

His voice stopped suddenly, and changed into an unbelievable tone: "For me?"

"...Otherwise? Who else is here besides you and me?"

Yan Yu was speechless. Seeing that He Jingle didn't move for a long time, he simply stuffed things into the other party's hands. Because he didn't do this kind of thing often, his ears were quite red. Don't move to the side, and sneered again: "Fool."

He Jingle was dumb, he didn't know where to put his hands and feet, he was like a child, he had to wait for an order to do anything: "Then can I dismantle it?"

"……casual."

He was allowed to open his gift happily, and after taking out a signature pen, he heard Yan Yu say beside him: "When you become popular in the future, remember to carry a pen with you wherever you go, when you meet your little fans, You can even take it out and sign it for them.”

Yan Yu didn't know about his retirement yet, so he thought very long-term. After all, if he had 1 more brains, he probably wouldn't have imagined that Young Master He's acting career would have ended before it even started, and the flowering period was fucking shorter than Epiphyllum.

So, he talked for a long time, but he didn't get a response, so he looked over suspiciously, only to find that He Jingle's expression was stiff, and the other party was putting a pen in his pocket, and muttered softly, "There may not be any in the next life." Fans ask me for autographs."

"……what?"

Yan Yu, who had finally smoothed things over, now really has no temper for the idiot next to him, especially when the other party surrounded him and expressed doubts: "No, you see that I won't be popular, so I'm going to send you away." Do you want to go back with your gift?"

"...Do I look sick from idleness?"

"Oh," Young Master He was relieved, his face became faster than turning the pages of a book, "then you are busy, I won't bother you."

He hummed a song, put on his small white bag with two key chains on his back, and heard Yan Yu asking him from behind, "Why are you going?"

"Eat," he lifted his bag proudly, "Student with the handsome guy from B University!"

But it turns out that there are some things that really can’t be shown off. He called Xin Sui on the phone happily, and planned to have a casual lunch with him. By the way, if the other party is free, he can also have an afternoon tea. On the back foot, his own father called him again: "Hey, little bastard, I'm going to the imperial capital tonight, and we'll have dinner together."

"Why are you here again?" He was stunned, very unhappy, "Didn't you just run twice last week? Dad, is the emperor your spiritual hometown?... If it doesn't work, you can go to college for me."

"Fuck off, don't be poor with me," He Hongguang wanted to curse within a few words with him, "at six o'clock in the evening, the private restaurant that is 500 meters away from Ganlu Road is dead."

The beautiful afternoon was ruined, and He Jingle was so aggrieved that he froze for a while before calling Xin Sui to invite him to dinner.It turned out to be a coincidence that Xin Sui still had class today, and if he had an appointment, he could only make an appointment for dinner, which happened to be a collision with his father's dinner; he weighed the two, and finally decided to see his father first, after all He could tell the difference between eating and drinking, and as soon as it arrived at four o'clock in the afternoon, he carried his bag and walked out of the school leisurely.

He originally thought that his father had a lot of things to do every day, and he said he would arrive at six o'clock, so he had to wait until seven or eight o'clock if he couldn't get it all together. But when he arrived at 05:30, the other party was already sitting there, as usual, and everyone seemed to be owed by the other party. After spending 800 million yuan, the moment he walked in the door, he started to find fault: "...you were told to come at six o'clock, so couldn't you come earlier?"

"If you want to scold me, you have to check the time, it's only 05:30!"

He Hongguang picked up the teacup to drink tea, didn't make a sound for a long time, and then caught a glimpse of the ripped jeans he was wearing, and immediately made use of the topic: "Also, how many times have I said, don't wear such ragged things, they look like our family's I'm sorry for someone like you."

"Do you understand fashion?"

He Jingle felt that the meal between himself and his father would collapse sooner or later, and one more thing would be better than one less thing. While waiting for other dishes to be served, he lowered his head and kept silent, picking the hole in his ripped pants; In the end, who knew that the waiter was a newcomer. As soon as he walked in, the sole of his foot slipped, and a cup of hot soup was about to be splashed on his head.

The young master froze, and accurately dodged with years of experience, but he forgot that his fingers were still digging in the hole in the jeans, and he heard a "stab" sound, but he was fine, except that the pants were torn in half.

"..."

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Le: Tips for life, wear less ripped jeans

see you tomorrow!