Chosen unlucky guy

"Hey, aren't you going too far?" He Jingle said, "I'm talking about a dog, what do you think I'm doing?"

Xin Sui stared at him affectionately with that disgusting Bara eyes again: "Aren't you my puppy?"

"Oh," he thought for a moment, then nodded, "That's okay, being a dog is also good, you keep me at home, take a walk in the morning and evening, I will be responsible for eating, sleeping, eating and sleeping every day, and then I have nothing to do when I have nothing to do. Sofa legs."

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was feasible, and he was even a little eager to try: "Is this really possible? Xin Sui? Then I won't go to school tomorrow, and I will just stay at home as your dog."

"He Jingle," Xin Sui said quietly, "do you want to be a puppy, or do you just want to find a reason not to go to school?"

"Don't ask about such things that you know you have the answer to, it will hurt our relationship." He Jingle waved his hand casually, and said, "So is it okay?"

"……no!"

"Ah? Why is this?" He Jingle looked rather disappointed, "Then being a dog is the way to do it. Do you still expect the dog to come into the kitchen and cook you three dishes and one soup? I'm not a snail boy."

"I'm not talking about this kind of dog—never mind."

Xin Sui was so choked by him that he had nothing to say, thinking that He Jingle might never understand that the puppy he said had another deep meaning in his life, but he didn't finish his sigh when the other party suddenly raised his head with strange eyes , pretending to be shy and slapped him on the shoulder—this is the aftertaste: "Hey, you are so crazy!"

"..."

"Then I won't be a dog anymore, I'll be a snail boy." He Jingle said again suddenly.

Intellectually, Xin Sui knew that he shouldn't ask, but emotionally, he really wanted to know what this little fool was pretending to be all day long; the two of them walked all the way to the nearby food street, and met each other. He hesitated in front of a noodle shop and a porridge shop next door, but finally he couldn't hold back and asked, "Why?"

"what why?"

"Why do you want to be a snail boy?"

Young Master He had long forgotten about this, and was counting his troops to see which one he wanted to eat. Hearing the sound, he turned around and gave him a very surprised look: "Are you still thinking about this?"

Xin Sui inexplicably felt that his IQ seemed to be despised: "...um."

"Okay, because you want to know so much, then I'll tell you," He Jingle decided to reveal the correct answer mercifully, and he waved at Xin Sui chi chi, "Come closer, your ears come closer! "

The latter moved his ear closer with the reverent attitude of listening to the imperial decree, and then heard him say mysteriously: "Of course because of this, we can play the game of guessing the name of the dish!"

"..."

"The two of us are sleeping meat, and we will make a dish! Guess, guess!"

"..." Xin Sui began to have a bad feeling.

"Stir-fried snails! How about it, isn't it interesting!" He Jingle proudly raised his hips.

The omnipotent Xin Sui staggered suddenly, almost kneeling in the street.

When he came back to his senses again, his fair face was more than half red. At this time, Senior Xin was not as cheeky as before. He looked at He Jingle, He Jingle looked at him, and the two looked at each other. Coughing loudly against the wall: "You, you—"

"How old are you!" He slowed down, dumbfounded, "Why are you still ashamed like a child?"

He Jingle kept silent, wondering if he had listened or not; until the two of them went to the noodle shop to order, they still didn't speak, and just sat there and gnawed their nails; it was inevitable that Xin Sui felt that what he had just said was a bit awkward. too much?

It's still a little boy, so it's okay to talk freely.

When he looked at He Jingle, he logically thought of the boy who was a few years younger than himself when he moved next door when he was a child. He had the same temperament as He Jingle now, and he was just as noisy; He Jingle, but no matter how cute he looked, he was cute even if he said nothing, as if as long as the other party was there, even if he didn't do anything, he felt that no one in the world was more lovable than his Xiao Le.

Senior Xin's heart was boiled soft like noodles. He sighed and wanted to find a topic, so he thought of the phone call he missed in the afternoon, so he asked, "By the way, call this afternoon. Is there something to say?"

In the end, this time, he achieved his goal of wanting He Jingle to talk to him, but he dug another hole, because the other party raised his head very nervously and said, "No, just... just miss you very much."

"Really?" Xin Sui raised his eyebrows, not wanting to expose it, but He Jingle kept trembling, which was a small gesture that would only happen if he was sincere, so he still couldn't hold back, and said jokingly, "Then why are you nervous? I don't know." I thought you did something bad behind my back."

"How can it be!" Young Master He immediately slapped the table, Xin Sui made a flat A, and he handed over his big move Flash, "Am I that kind of person, I won't secretly cuckold you!"

"...?"

Only then did he realize that he seemed to have said the wrong thing, but it was too late and then the plastic curtain of the noodle shop was suddenly pushed open, and two girls came in holding hands, one of whom opened his mouth and said, "Oh, but I really don't know what to say." I really think He Jingle and Yao Xuan are a good match."

The actor who was being discussed choked suddenly, wishing he could drown in the noodle bowl on the spot.

Holding the bowl in his hand, he didn't dare to look up at Xin Sui's expression, but he already noticed that the other party's thoughtful eyes rested on the top of his head; he continued to pick the small piece of green onion left in the bowl , After about two or three minutes, I heard Xin Sui say warmly on the opposite side: "Aren't you full? Let's order another bowl."

"I am full."

He raised his head shyly, but to his surprise, Xin Sui didn't say anything, he just raised his hand to call the waiter to pay the bill, and even put on his mask thoughtfully; he didn't understand Blinking eyes in the palm of the other party, I heard the other party say pointedly: "Generally, you don't want the gossip protagonist you are talking about to be there."

"..."

He immediately realized that Xin Sui really still cared about the two girls who talked about him and Yao Xuan just now, and the implication in his tone was too obvious that he would settle accounts later, it was hard for people not to pay attention.

Sure enough, the two walked out for a while, and just as the signboard of the noodle shop disappeared around the corner, Xin Sui asked, "Yao Xuan?"

He Jingle didn't answer, Xin Sui thought he didn't hear, so he asked again: "Who is Yao Xuan?"

It was really fatal, senior Xin felt absurdly thinking: Isn't one Ji Hancen enough, why another one?

He Jingle still didn't answer, he finally felt that something was wrong, turned his head, and found that the other party was clutching his stomach in pain, everything was so fucking familiar: "Well, Xin Sui, I seem to be a bit full."

"..."

In the middle of the night, they started looking around like headless chickens for open pharmacies nearby.

Xin Sui searched for the nearest one on the map, and He Jingle put his head on his shoulder as if he had no bones, and even his voice was soft, as if blowing into his ear: "Xin Sui, are you a little angry? "

He originally wanted to say he was jealous, but after some consideration, he changed the word; from the perspective of Young Master He, Xin Sui's face was illuminated by the light of the mobile phone, and his lips were a tight line, which at first glance seemed a little bit Unhappy, but looking carefully, it seems to be the same as before, as if it was just an illusion of his own affection.

Xin Sui glanced at him lightly, and helped him straighten his sliding head to his shoulder with his hands, then nodded and said, "En."

But when the other party admitted this, He Jingle's vigilance dropped by more than half. He smiled and rubbed his hedgehog-like head against Xin Sui's neck: "You are lying. You are not like this when you are angry. You can be as gentle as you are, Then say, 'Jing Le, don't you think this is noisy' or 'It's okay, I don't mind', you're such a duplicitous bastard!"

Xin Sui rarely knew how to respond, and He Jingle was indeed right to a certain extent; but he made an exception for the other party more than once or twice, and people healed by love occasionally enjoy the right to backtrack, so he said: "Then I'm not like that now."

"How is it now?" He Jingle asked after chasing him.

"Now he is a selfish ghost who speaks his heart and speaks his heart,"

I don't know whose cell phone started to ring. In the silence, he followed the irregular ringtone and said slowly: "I'm not happy, but I still think, why are you so good? There is always such a Many people like you."

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I was so sleepy that my feet hit the back of my head, how could I be so sleepy, cut my head, my autumn hurts so much,