Chosen unlucky guy

Xin Sui was taken aback by this question, and quickly lowered his head, but He Jingle was relentless; the two were about the same height, and at this moment, the latter bent down and tilted his head to see his expression, as if he was very worried. Yes, and said: "Let's find a place to sleep for a while now, okay? This is also very close to my house, so let's make do for a night."

He Jingle couldn't care less about where he was staying tonight, and whether He Hongguang, who was somewhere in the imperial capital, would secretly laugh at him for going back on his word after receiving the news. Weaken a little bit, and a little bit less.

Before Xin Sui could answer, the staff member who was sent by the restaurant to deal with the follow-up happened to come out. Seeing the two of them, he said strangely, "Mr. He...you haven't left yet?"

"Ready to go." He Jingle nodded at her, opened his mouth, but didn't ask any further questions.

But he suddenly noticed that Xin moved in front of him, and then politely apologized to the staff: "I'm really bothering you tonight, how is the matter handled? If there is anything else that needs our cooperation You can speak up wherever you want."

It's strange that Xin Sui has an overly gentle and handsome face, which is not the same as He Jingle's sharp-edged appearance, which is easy to attract people's liking, so the staff almost didn't even think about it, and subconsciously regarded the two of them as the same Friend: "...No trouble, thank you friend!"

"There shouldn't be anything important in the future. There are only some procedures left." She pinned her drooping hair behind her ears and said shyly, "The main thing now is that we need to negotiate compensation with the parties involved."

"Okay," Xin Sui nodded, "Then we'll go back first."

Xin Sui dragged Master He, who was completely dumbfounded, out of the gate of the police station. When the two were standing on the street waiting for a rental, He Jingle woke up like a dream: "Xin Sui, did you just—"

Is it because of me, taking the words of other little girls?

He still said it so high-soundingly, why is it troublesome, why don't you just speak up, in the final analysis, isn't it just to ask for a follow-up!

Young Master He was full of confidence in this conjecture, but he shut up again when he was halfway through the sentence. He was a little embarrassed and quietly raised his face to take a look at the other party's expression; it turned out that he and Xin Sui looked at each other, and their eyes were in midair When they collided, he heard Xin Sui say, "Is it something?"

"Uh……"

Xin Xueba's expression was half a smile, he didn't know what kind of hatred he suddenly remembered: "I'm afraid that if I treat you so fiercely tonight, I will become the hero who will be complained about in your circle of friends tomorrow morning."

A taxi was driving towards them from a distance with its lights on, and its horn blared loudly, drowning out Young Master He's anxious voice: "Oh, I didn't tell you all, not about you, I said about me Roommates!"

"Xin Sui, you are so stingy!"

The car door slammed shut, the surroundings returned to silence, and the element was detected, Xin Sui asked, "What did you just say?"

"...I didn't say anything."

About when He Hongguang ordered this restaurant tonight, he was thinking of letting He Jingle go back to live, so the two places are very close to each other, and they hailed a taxi, and within three or four minutes, they parked safely The entrance of the community; this is not the first time Xin Sui has come to this place, and he is familiar with it. At this moment, he glanced at the person playing with his mobile phone next to him, and confirmed for the last time: "Jing Le, are you sure your dad won't live here?" ?”

"No." Young Master He said nonchalantly, "My dad is so busy. Besides, it's impossible for him to come to the Imperial Capital because of me. The second straw, being willing to have a meal with me is already a face for me, don't worry."

But Xin Sui is still a little nervous, probably because the luck of the person in front of him is really unflattering, and the reason given by the other party is also far-fetched—what a joke, no matter how busy a person is, he must sleep, how can anyone let it go? You can't live in your own house, so you made a special trip to stay in a hotel?

He pursed his lips and wanted to speak again, but it was too late, because He Jingle had already rushed forward to ring the doorbell.

"Aunt Ting!" The latter shouted at the communicator at the door, "I'm back!"

The door opened quickly, but it wasn't his amiable Aunt Ting. He Hongguang was wearing home clothes and stood expressionlessly at the door. Not coming?"

He Jingle: "..."

He couldn't help but turn around with Xin Sui running away, and stiffly opened the corner of his mouth to his father: "This, isn't this dead yet?"

He Hongguang was obviously also shocked by his shamelessness. He was silent for two seconds, then turned and walked into the room: "Apart from being able to talk, what else can you do?"

He Jingle didn't say a word, and tugged at the corner of Xin Sui's clothes beside him. Those who didn't know it thought that Xin Sui was the owner of the house; the three of them sat on the sofa, and He Hongguang looked them up and down, and said slowly : "You are Xin Sui?"

"Well, it's me, hello uncle."

Xin Sui nodded neither humble nor overbearing, leaned over and picked up the teapot and poured a glass of water for each of the three. He Hongguang looked a little satisfied—because he turned his head and gave He Jingle a hard look at He Jingle, who was drinking from the teacup without doing anything. He also scolded: "Is this how you treat guests?"

He Jingle was so aggrieved, he put down the empty teacup, thought for a while, and filled it up again, then exchanged his own teacup with the one still full at He Hongguang's side, and said in a doggy way: "Dad, You drink."

He Hongguang: "..."

Old He paused subtly, taking advantage of this pause, Young He immediately occupied the moral high ground, only to hear He Jingle pretend to be surprised and say: "Dad, you don't despise me, do you?"

He pretended to pick up the new tea cup and took a sip: "Dad, if you don't drink the tea I made when you come home from a business trip, my mother won't know?"

"My mother won't be angry?"

"..."

"Okay." He Hongguang picked up the teacup with a livid face.

Old He turned to Xiao He again, this time Xiao He won a big victory, he leaned on the back of the sofa happily, but he didn't know whether it was because he moved too much, or the pants had lasted long enough, and finally reached the end of his life In short, there was a "stab" and it finally snapped completely, turning into a jean sleeve stuck to his leg.

Everyone fell silent this time.

After a long, long time, I don't know who it was, and suddenly let out a "poof" laugh.

He Jingle's eyes widened, and he glanced over obliquely. He was keenly aware of the lingering smile on the side of Xin Sui's eyes, so he raised his eyebrows and said, "What are you laughing at?"

"Sorry, I suddenly thought of something happy." Xin Sui clenched one hand into a fist and covered his lips, "...Jing Le, do you want to change your pants?"

"Don't laugh!"

Master He clutched his bare half leg, hopped on one foot, and went back to the house angrily.

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This chapter is also known as "The Fashionista Who Wears Only One Leg of Trousers"

A small notice: Because there are a lot of things this year, the update will be delayed a bit in the future, and the update will be at ten o'clock in the evening!Little treasures who can’t bear it can get up early and watch it~

This article won’t be very long, and it will end at a maximum of a dozen or 20~ Let me tell you in advance! (Of course, I predict that this thing is generally not very accurate