Chosen unlucky guy

He Jingle's voice not only frightened the little girl sitting at the front desk who was playing Happy Match, but also stunned Han Yuan who was about to greet him with his fists in his heart. Half of his face asked in disbelief; "What did you say?"

"What? The mouth is not clean and the ears are not good either?"

He Jingle raised his hand and beckoned to the little girl who was looking this way in surprise, and when she saw the other party coming with a few security guards, she turned her head in disgust and glanced at him up and down: "Say you destroy public property, greet people casually Dad, you have no quality, no morals, no bottom line, isn't it right?"

"You..." Han Yuan was so angry that he couldn't speak, "Who the hell are you scolding you!"

The people from the restaurant finally approached, so He Jingle's next words flooded into the ears of the people on both sides: "You are the one who is cursing you idiot who stomps cigarette butts on the carpet! What's wrong!"

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Due to the active reporting by Mr. Xiao He, an enthusiastic citizen, the staff of this private restaurant quickly found the crime scene under his reminder and monitoring records; and finally decided to call the police and let the police intervene in the negotiation.

Logically speaking, this matter is not a big deal at all, and the reason why they have to call the police is also because it is a coincidence: the long carpet in the corridor was spent a lot of money together with the design and processing, which can be regarded as their store to show their own A small feature of style and taste, now that such a piece of charred black is burned, the beauty is of course greatly reduced; and this in itself is a behavior that poses a safety hazard. Unburned cigarette butts are thrown on the blanket in case of fire , Who should I turn to for reasoning in the end?

To sum up, plus the fact that Won refused to bow his head to apologize like a wheezing cow, the police car with flashing lights came quickly, and drove the three of them all the way to the police station. He Jingle seems to have a special relationship with the police station recently. , the policeman outside asked him a few words, seeing that there was nothing wrong with him, and was about to let him go, when he heard Han Yuan shouting from inside: "Comrade policeman, don't you care about fighting?"

Now He Jingle gets angry when he hears his words, rolls up his sleeves and wants to fight: "I call it a fight? Is it right to eliminate harm for the people!"

Seeing that the two were about to fight again in the police station, they were pressed down by several policemen in a hurry. After criticizing and educating each other, they asked someone they knew to call as a guarantee. This is the end, and the others will be mentioned again.

But Young Master He is most afraid of trouble in his life, especially this kind of behavior like asking parents. At least he had his good-tempered mother to wipe his ass when he was at his house. Now he is alone in the imperial capital, and he can't count on it—— Oh, there is a real father, so he might as well go in and squat for a few days!

He flipped over the few friends who were pinned by him, and finally sighed in his heart, but no one said anything after all.

Han Yuan next to him had already passed the phone with an unknown friend. Seeing that he was holding the phone for a long time, he wanted to raise the corner of his mouth for a mocking smile, but accidentally pulled the wound on his mouth, so What he said was also a little bit exasperated: "Yo, Young Master He, don't you know who to turn to?"

"I thought you didn't play with us guys because you didn't like it. You have a better world of your own. It turns out that you are still alone. You don't even have a friend at the critical moment. Why, what are you trying to do?"

He Jingle's face was gloomy, and his drooping hand was tightly clasped to the edge of the chair, showing several ferocious veins; he was too lazy to talk to Han Yuan, but the other party seemed like a big cock who had won a fight, and kept talking more and more vigorously: "... Otherwise, you apologize to me, you are friends anyway, I know you have a bad temper, so restrain yourself in the future, let's just pretend that this didn't happen—"

The phone vibrated twice suddenly, and the person who was frowning while listening to it suddenly relaxed, and then put on an unconscious smile, because the person who sent the message was Xin Sui: [I still chatted with my uncle today. happy? ]

[happy. ] He Jingle opened his eyes and talked nonsense, but the more he talked, the more he couldn't hold it back, he thought, what a joke, the school has already closed at this point, and he went to Lu Lu, maybe he was scolded by his father again, what's the matter? What are you talking about? I'm not happy at all!

But Xin Sui seemed to be able to appease all his bad emotions, and then said: [Then can I make an appointment for you tomorrow night?Try to make you happier than you are today. ]

It’s not afraid of being ashamed to say it. Young Master He’s nose was sore when he saw this sentence. He just wanted to say hello, but the ghost of Han Yuan next to him lingered: “Who are you chatting with? Did you get it?"

"Get out." He Jingle was cold, but caught off guard, Han Yuan suddenly leaned over and snatched his mobile phone. Regardless of 21, he used the phone interface that was still on to make a voice call to Xin Sui when he came up, and waited for the latter to answer. Got up, and deliberately turned on the speakerphone: "Hello."

Xin Sui came out with a very gentle and pleasant voice: "Hello, Jing Le?"

"Are you fucking itchy?" He Jingle was in a hurry, trying to get back the phone, but Han Yuan had already finished speaking, "No! I'm his plaintiff! Handsome guy, what are we doing now? At the police station at the intersection of Lu Road and Mingxin Road, if you don’t want him to stay in the police station, come quickly and vouch for him!”

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone and threw the phone back into He Jingle's arms.

It's a done deal, it's useless to say anything, Xin Sui's questioning call came back quickly, this time he answered it himself, he heard the wind from the phone, Xin Sui's voice was mixed in, it seemed very ethereal , but the anxiety is real: "Hi, is this Jing Le?"

He picked at the corner of his clothes and responded in a low voice: "...um."

Xin Sui didn't speak for a long time, and He Jingle could only hear the sound of the other party running for a while; after a while, he panted and said, "How are you now? Are you okay?"

"I am fine."

He heard Xin Sui exhale suddenly, as if he forgot the words after he relaxed, he just repeated over and over again: "It's fine, it's fine, I'm on my way, wait for me a little longer, don't be afraid. "

He suddenly felt all the grievances in his heart redoubled. The quarrel with He Hongguang at night, the quarrel with Han Yuan at the store entrance, and the unhappiness in the past few days all broke out in one brain. So he held the phone, changed his words, and complained to the child As if to say: "something!"

He Jingle glanced at the stunned Han Yuan beside him, sniffled, and repeated, "Xin Sui, I have something to do."

Young Master He unilaterally described the black as the white, just like playing tricks: "He hit me!"

"...You fart!" Han Yuan's eyes widened, "Obviously you hit me first!"

Xin Sui suddenly had the illusion that he was coaxing the children in the kindergarten. He sat in the taxi, supported his head with a headache, and emphasized to He Jingle: "Even if this is the case, I can't fight with him anymore. I'm still at the police station. Do you hear me?" ?”

"But he hit me!" The young master was shocked, "You don't even ask me where it hurts, Xin Sui, you are so cruel!"

Han Won interrupted: "I repeat, I haven't even touched half of your hair—"

Xin Sui: "..."

"Okay," he could only go along, "where does it hurt?"

"It hurts everywhere!" He Jingle felt it for a while, "I'm not bleeding internally! Xin Sui, if I die, you must sue him for bankruptcy, and let my father pay for the lawsuit. !"

When the matter developed to this point, Xin Sui had almost guessed that there was nothing wrong with this person. He hung up the phone amidst He Jingle's warnings, and heard the taxi driver laughing in front of him and saying, "What? My girlfriend is arguing with you. ah?"

"No, it's not." He retorted subconsciously.

"Little young man," the driver said with a smile, "I can almost hear it. It must be your little girlfriend who told you that she was uncomfortable. My wife is also like this. She will cry when she has a little problem, but as long as she is sincere I like it, no matter how you look at it, it's cute...don't be angry with her when you arrive later, just be patient and coax her."

Xin Sui couldn't argue, so he could only stay silent. He thought of He Jingle who was "crying" on the phone. After a long time, he sighed deeply again.

"Master, please stop at the pharmacy in front."

"Ok?"

"I'm going to buy some medicine for him." Xin Sui said, a little embarrassed, "Don't get me wrong, it's really not my girlfriend, man, we are friends."

"Why are you in such a hurry to explain to me?" The driver smiled, "Go, people will wait anxiously if it's late."

"Hey." He opened the car door in response, and walked towards the door of the pharmacy wrapped in the night. On the way, he turned his head and saw a smoothie shop next to him. It was about night, and there was no one there. Only two little girls each had a drink, talking and laughing Sitting in the store, he hesitated for a moment, but still carried a bag containing a bunch of dog skin plasters and bruise spray, and pushed open the door.

The waiter was also a young girl, she smiled and asked him, "Handsome guy, what flavor do you want?"

Xin Sui didn't know much about these things. He looked at the dazzling menu for a while, pursed his lips, and finally asked, "Which one is the most popular? I bought it for a friend."

"Strawberry ones!" The waiter smiled and pointed to the two little girls behind him, "I especially like girls!"

Xin Sui was already numb to such a misunderstanding, he said: "Ah, let's do this, pack it for me, thank you."

Then, carrying a bag of medicine and a glass of cold smoothie, he walked to the taxi waiting on the side of the road.

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The idiot boyyyyy who fights still has smoothies to eat, whatever you want, you can get used to him (hate the iron but not the steel