Thousands of years old silly white sweet

Although he is not full, Dong Changqing has already nourished his energy. Apart from the pain in the soles of his feet, his body can be called comfortable from all angles.

At this time, Dong Changqing was not so eager to find Ji Xinglin, and all the new things in modern times could attract his attention even more.

LCD TVs bear the brunt.

"Wow, this is too powerful!" Dong Changqing lay on the TV screen, her eyes were round and round, "Is this locking people in?"

Cui Yan still had things to do, and he was afraid that Dong Changqing, who had nothing to do, would disturb Xiujue, so he turned on the TV, but unexpectedly, the little fool didn't even know what a TV was.

Hey... life is hard.

"Look, this is a mobile phone, take a picture, press this to take a picture of you, and you can also record a video, just like that, see, what is shown on the TV is a video."

Dong Changqing immediately looked at Cui Yan with admiration.

Not worshiping him, but worshiping people.

It's really wise to be small.

Cui Yan was panicked by his eyes, "What are you watching, I tell you, you just watch TV here, don't move, otherwise..."

Cui Yan originally wanted to threaten him, but after thinking about it carefully, he really didn't know what Dong Changqing would be afraid of, so he turned his mouth 180 degrees, "You have to be obedient, how much delicious food do you want? , I will give you as much as you want."

Give as much as you want!

Dong Changqing nodded sharply, "I am obedient."

The look of his chick pecking rice is so interesting, Cui Yan couldn't help laughing, picked up the remote control, and stuck it on the paper box, "I'm starting to record now, and I can see everything you do on my phone."

This can be done!

Dong Changqing's original world view completely collapsed. He felt that people are as powerful as gods. He swore that he would never say anything about mere mortals again.

So...he is the most useless.

"Then I'm leaving, you must not move, just stay on the sofa."

Dong Changqing sweetly agreed, "Okay~"

Seeing him like this, Cui Yan felt inexplicably guilty.

he lied...

When he finishes his work, people from Ningyang Mental Hospital will come to pick up Dong Changqing.

After standing there for a while, Cui Yan left with a sense of guilt.

Dong Changqing didn't feel anything wrong at all, he tried his best to keep his butt still, found the most comfortable position, and then stared at the TV intently.

Although this is a worthless and bad drama that has been scolded on the Internet, in Dong Changqing's view, every scene is very fresh.

The plot...he just didn't like it that much.

The heroine in the play is a miserable little white flower who depends on others. Her parents died when she was only 16 years old, and she was adopted by her uncle and aunt. The uncle works in other places all the year round. The aunt’s family has two sons and one daughter, and her family is not very good. Her aunt is also not good to her, not only let her wash and cook, but also beat and scold her frequently, even the three children in the aunt's family treat her like a servant, so it can be said that she is a real version of Cinderella.

This kind of plot makes Dong Changqing involuntarily substitute himself.

His current situation is the same as that of Xiao Baihua Yimao, with no relatives, no reason, and no support. Dong Changqing can't help worrying about himself while appreciating the trivialities of people's daily life.

Fortunately, human time flies just as fast. In the blink of an eye, three years have passed, and little white flower has grown up.

Her aunt said she had no money for her to go to college, and urged her to go out and look for a job to supplement the family income. In desperation, Xiao Baihua had no choice but to go to an agency to find a job. She was beautiful and agile, and quickly found a job as a nanny The person who hired her was a divorced ceramic artist who was old enough to be Xiao Baihua's father. He was very gentle and treated Xiao Baihua very well. He bought her new clothes, took her to eat delicious food, and planned to pay for Xiao Baihua's college education. Just like Xiao Baihua's father, Xiao Baihua was moved by this and made up his mind to take care of him as his own biological father.

In the second episode, Dong Changqing was super happy to watch.

Sure enough, there are still many good people in this world.

However, in the third episode, the artist's style of painting changed, and he became a wretched idiot who peeked at Xiao Baihua taking a bath at night and threatened her by taking pictures, completely overturning his decent image.

"Hold--"

Xiujue in the study trembled in fright.

Dong Changqing's reaction to watching TV was the same as that of most viewers.

Many people commented on the Internet that they wanted to smash the TV because of the garbage plot.

Dong Changqing is different from those who just talk but don't do it. He really smashed the TV.

Use a floor lamp next to the sofa.

When Xiujue came out of the study, what he saw was a mess all over the floor, and he was still angrily patting Dong Changqing who was hugging the pillow.

"What are you doing!"

Dong Changqing was still immersed in the TV series and couldn't extricate herself, "It's too bad! This person is really too bad!"

Become crazy.

Although the LCD screen was smashed, it was not completely smashed and did not affect the screen display.

When Xiujue was watching, the old man was threatening the innocent little white flower. For some reason, he secretly complained about Cui Yan in his heart.

A fool, just show him cartoons, how can he watch this kind of thing.

Being able to understand Dong Changqing's behavior doesn't mean that Xiujue can tolerate it. He frowned and walked up to Dong Changqing, "Get up."

He couldn't let Dong Changqing stay here any longer. If he didn't have a heart attack, he would be frightened into something else if he came here a few times.

Dong Changqing grasped the pillow tightly, looked up at him with a puzzled expression, "Huh?"

He was so angry just now, he didn't hear clearly what Xiujue said. ,

"I said, stand up." Xiujue's face was gloomy, and his tone was cold. If it was someone else, his legs would be trembling at this moment.

"No, I can't get up." Dong Changqing is not a human being after all, he answered too decisively, without any hesitation, even the form of sentence breaks is the same as Xiujue.

It was the first time in Xiujue's life that he had the urge to hit someone. After he tried his best to endure it, he still chose to use brute force.

Xiujue reached out and grabbed Dong Changqing's collar, trying to lift him up.

met with fierce resistance.

Very violent.

The moment Dong Changqing grabbed her collar, she lay down on the sofa, her two slender legs kicked Xiujue fiercely, "Don't, don't, don't!"

Xiujue was stunned by the kick, and took several steps back, looking at Dong Changqing in disbelief.

Repelling the enemy and holding the ground, Dong Changqing is proud and proud of herself.

and many more.

Not right.

That person has to listen to this person, and he has to rely on this person to find his lover.

Yes, that's the logic.

Dong Changqing reacted, sat upright, deliberately softened his voice, lowered his posture, pointed at the remote control, and looked at Xiujue innocently, "I really can't move, that person, He was using this thing to look at me, and he said that I would not move obediently, so he would give me delicious food, as much as I wanted, and as much as I wanted."

"..." Xiujue, who was talking clearly and eloquently at the negotiating table, had nothing to say at the moment.

He looked cold and arrogant, Dong Changqing thought he was angry, so he drooped his head and admitted his mistake with a pitiful look, "I didn't mean to break the TV."

Not on purpose, it's easy to say.

Xiujue sneered and asked him, "It wasn't intentional, but why."

Watching TV shows, it’s not interesting to watch by yourself, you have to discuss it with others.

Dong Changqing half-kneeled and crawled to the arm of the sofa, leaned out, approached Xiujue, and tugged at the corner of his clothes, "Come here, come here and I'll tell you."

Dong Changqing's black and white eyes are clear and pure, her voice is soft and glutinous, very sweet, even the movement of pulling the corner of Xiujue's clothes is very like a coquettish kitten, like a half-grown child with nothing to do, childish , also cute.

The corners of Xiujue's raised mouth slowly fell down, but his eyes were much softer than before. He stared at Dong Changqing for a long time, and suddenly felt a pity.

Cui Yan was right, he was good-looking, but unfortunately he was a fool.

When he cultivated his senses, he almost got into a fight with a fool.

Xiujue laughed again, this time mocking himself, "Okay, tell me."

Dong Changqing is very good at telling stories. In just a few words, he vividly summed up the plot of the three episodes. He did not forget to hold Xiujue's hand and sigh, "That man is so bad, you said he is going to become bad." Well, it’s been fine all the time, and the TV won’t break, if the TV doesn’t break…”

He babbled a lot, but Xiu Jue didn't listen much, and all his attention was on the tightly clasped hands of the two of them.

It's a bit strange.

People will subconsciously think that fools and lunatics are dirty, even if they look clean, they are unwilling to touch them. The same is true for Xiujue. In his previous 28 years, he has never had any contact with such people, but Now, being held by Dong Changqing, he didn't feel any discomfort, only felt that Dong Changqing's hand was cold.

In spring and summer, the weather is already hot. At two o'clock in the afternoon, the temperature can reach up to [-] degrees, but Dong Changqing's palm is abnormally cold.

"So, you must be a good person, you know." Dong Changqing said earnestly, as if he had been there.

Xiujue pursed his lips, and after three or two seconds, he smiled.

He has single eyelids, long and narrow eyes, a straight nose, thin lips, cold browbones, and a sarcastic smile.

But now he's smiling nicely.

Dong Changqing stared blankly at his face, trying to say something, "You..."

Dong Changqing was interrupted by the sound of footsteps at the door.

Xiujue pulled his hand out of Dong Changqing's palm at an extremely fast speed, lifted his buttocks, and sat down on the small sofa next to him in the blink of an eye.

Cui Yan pushed open the door, looked at the shards of the floor lamp on the ground, with a ferocious expression, and looked at the leader with a gloomy face, wanting to die.

"Xiu...President Xiu, the person from the mental hospital is here, I will take him there now..."

Who is Xiu Xiu.

Xiujue glanced at Dong Changqing who was holding the remote control motionlessly, and said slowly, "No hurry, I want to see the case."