Chapter 27: The vest was exposed!!! After the divorce, do you want to live with your father or...

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Xiyouhui's standard tickets are individual seats, with high-backed wooden chairs. The next tier up is the Eight Immortals table. A pot of jasmine and osmanthus Longjing tea costs 80 yuan, a pot of lily tea 30 yuan, and the cheapest, a plate of melon seeds, 10 yuan. There are several varieties of assorted platters, with prices increasing gradually.

The above units are all knives.

The most expensive seats are in the private rooms on the second floor. Including the ticket price and snacks in the private rooms, it will cost you at least four figures in foreign currency for one night.

Chen Che hurried to sit down in the private room at the back of the first floor. It was actually quite spacious, with a red brocade cushion and a backrest.

The eldest young master disliked the elegant seats as plastic stools from a fly restaurant, with long legs that had to be folded up and down, making it uncomfortable to sit on.

The crosstalk show has begun, and Ji Wuling, dressed in a light pink long gown, appears on stage. The bright color draws applause from the audience.

Chen Che turned his head and glanced at the man walking across the aisle. Did that idiot's brain freeze? He reached across the small table in the middle and patiently patted the empty seat next to him.

"Sit here."

Chi Leyou didn't move, his eyes looking around ahead. Where was the princess walking on the red carpet next to him?

Chen Che just thought the fool was being pretentious. If she was offered a seat, she should just sit. Did she really need a sedan chair to invite her? He patted the soft cushion again: "Sit."

That's not how you shout the command, she's not a dog. Chi Leyou didn't want to pay attention to him.

The two royal relatives in the front row tilted their heads, and Zhao Xizhi's eyes accurately hit the corner, chasing the girl left and right.

The staff crouched down and brought a pot of osmanthus Longjing tea and a plate of exquisite assorted square boxes.

Zhao Xizhi, dressed in her best clothes, fiddled with the hem of her skirt and asked again, "Mom, did Chen Che buy this?"

"I bought it," Mrs. Cen corrected. "That brat was so rude that he wouldn't even let us ride in his car. He just drove the sports car on purpose."

"Please send one to that table." Zhao Xizhi instructed the staff.

Two minutes later, a staff member came over hurriedly: "Miss, the gentleman over there said they don't want snacks."

"They...they?" The girl who won the Best Dressed Award grabbed a handful of melon seeds and cracked them skillfully, her eyes already darting to the corners, eager to make a forced landing for gossip.

"Who is that?" Zhao Xizhi poked his head in, and the staff member also looked towards the corner in confusion, "...girlfriend?"

Mrs. Cen, who wanted to soothe her throat with a cup of osmanthus-flower Longjing tea, was scalded by the tea and trembled with anger: "Damn Wang Guihua, she lied to me that her grandson had no partner!"

The staff member glanced at the teapot, and the sweet cinnamon aroma overflowed. He didn't dare to respond and quickly evacuated the scene.

Mrs. Cen had written out a 10,000-word script for the quarrel. If she could fly, she would be on her way to the Shen family right now.

But not only did her daughter not scold Shen Che, she even gave him some food. Mrs. Cen asked, “Aren’t you angry?”

"I just realized something. Why should I waste my life on people who don't like me?"

The words were difficult to understand, but Mrs. Cen, with her high school education but a wealthy destiny, understood them. She felt both sad and relieved. Her daughter had reached enlightenment, but she also had a question in her mind: "Didn't you love playing with Che the most when you were little?"

Every summer vacation, she would take her daughter to stay at the Shen family's house. Summer vacation was just a pretext, she just wanted to artificially stamp the two children with the idea of childhood sweethearts.

The Chen Residence is adjacent to a scenic area, with a shimmering lake in the backyard. The ancient temple's evening bell, so cherished by tourists, always rings leisurely at the most magnificent moments of heaven and earth.

"I want My Little Pony, but he's selling me Ultraman cards. A man like that who doesn't care about a girl's life or death, whoever wants one can take it, I wouldn't even take it for free."

This is a vengeful person.

When Chen Che was a child, he sold her playing cards for 20 yuan for two cards. She remembered this for a full 10 years.

The audience was silent, with only a few people suddenly turning back, all looking in the same direction, glancing at the corners.

The two teachers' thoughts at this moment: Is the crosstalk not attractive enough?

Time was silent for a moment.

Chi Leyou's eyelids fluttered, and he moved to the private room as if he was forced to do something.

Shen Che's peripheral vision focused on her. The girl sat up straight, her fists placed neatly on her knees, her back 30 centimeters away from the back of the chair.

He clicked his tongue: "I'm the dean of studies?"

The sound was a little loud. The lady in the front seat turned her head, and the pearl glasses chain made a crackling sound, and two snow-white sanitary balls popped out from behind the lenses.

Chen Che apologized, but his face showed no regrets. His wife was burned by his gaze and felt annoyed that she had offended such a tough guy.

The girl retorted: "Sit still. Don't talk."

The evil god reflexively lowered his right leg, which was stacked high, and placed his two long legs firmly on the ground.

The lady in the front seat's eyes widened in shock.

Zhao Xizhi was absent-mindedly eating melon seeds like a hamster: "Mom, Chen Che's girlfriend is so awesome, she's training a dog! Hahaha..." You, Chen, have come to this day!

Shen Che, who was eager to communicate with Chi Leyou, was torn between his conscience and his desires in his mind, and he had many questions.

Why are you here? Can you give me my bike back?

The question piled up in my mind, and finally I uttered a breath: "Ah."

"Quiet." The girl looked straight ahead. She liked listening to Ji Wuling's crosstalk.

“I mean—” Shen Che wanted to speak.

"No bark." Chi Leyou's expression was firm, and she was not willing to say another word.

The young master pondered her words and gained enlightenment in shock.

Chi Leyou, you're such a grudge! He said sit is dog training? This is the Land of Maple Leafs, so saying something in English isn't too much to ask, right? How did she treat him? Did she really think he was a lapdog?!

Manager Yang, who acted as a waiter, brought a tray with jelly noodles, spicy strips, and Lychee Plums, ordinary snacks that are very common in China, but have become the new elites in Asia in the Maple Leaf Asian Super League.

Chi Leyou hurried up, pulling Manager Yang into the shadows of the side door, and said in a barely audible voice, "Sister Yang, this is very expensive, isn't it?"

"I brought it from China," Manager Yang added, "My little mood snack. It'll calm all your worries."

"Huh? I'm not unhappy." Chi Leyou wondered.

Manager Yang pursed his lips and pointed in a direction: "Go and comfort that guy whose eyebrows are squeezed into the shape of a "川" character."

The girl's eyes turned back, and her gaze and the man's withdrawing gaze formed two perfectly parallel lines.

The sides of his coat pockets felt heavy, and Manager Yang left with a smile.

Chi Leyou put his hands into the bag and felt the coldness that chilled him to the bone.

She sat down gently, the air was stirred and then calmed down.

On stage, Ji Wuling made a big joke, and the audience burst into laughter. He cue Zhao Xizhi, who laughed the loudest in the audience: "Girl, did you top up your laughter?"

Zhao Xizhi smiled even more heartily.

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Suddenly, the tray crossed the 38th parallel and attacked Chen Che.

A few bags of scattered snacks, a can of Coke, and other things that Bear Baby likes to eat.

And a mobile phone.

In low-light mode, the crooked handwriting is vaguely visible: Bing Kuo Luo, for you to drink.

The waves rising in Chen Che's heart were suppressed lightly by her.

He also took out his mobile phone, quickly closed the Instagram page, and turned the screen to dark mode.

The phone screen pushed over had six big characters written on it: Why are you here?

His handwriting was so beautiful that it made her feel inferior. Chi Leyou was unwilling to write it by hand, so she typed directly: Manager Yang brought me in.

Teacher Ji on the stage was performing crosstalk with all his strength, while two poor students who were absent from class were trying their best to "pass notes" below the stage.

Chen Che’s spokesperson – his phone: Why don’t you write it by hand?

Chi Leyou: Handwriting is too tiring.

The private room creaked, and Shen Che changed his position, covering his mouth with his hands and moving his shoulders slightly.

The girl glared at me with her black glass eyes and mouthed: What are you laughing at?

Amidst the audience's laughter, he stood up, approached the 38th parallel and shouted, "Is your handwriting like that of an earthworm? Why is it so ugly?"

When the enemy dropped bombs, he decisively hid to the other side of the private room.

Chi Leyou pulled her hand back angrily, because her opponent's fighting power was too high and she couldn't beat him.

"I'm actually left-handed," she said, trying to save face. "When I was little, I was scolded by the head teacher for writing with my left hand."

"Oh~" The corners of his lips curved out of control.

Chi Leyou curled his lips and asked silently: You don’t believe it?

Chen Che wrote slowly: Then please allow Teacher Chi to show you the unique skill of writing with his left hand.

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The girl leaned back in her chair, her shoulders slumping—that was the look on her face when she walked away from her opponent's beachfront property in a game of Strong Hand and declared bankruptcy because she couldn't afford the four hundred yuan toll.

After three and four flips, the audience was very happy. Zhao Xizhi laughed so hard that he got a stitch in the side. When Ji Wuling got to the point where he was excited, he started to perform another joke.

When the last dish was announced, the atmosphere reached its peak.

The annoying guy next door suddenly stretched out his arm.

"This is my Coke," Chi Leyou said hotly. The hand, which was exactly the same size as the plaster hand model, opened the pull ring with its index finger and pushed the Coke in front of her.

He was dressed differently from usual, in a gentleman's suit, with his hair styled very stylishly and his eyebrows and eyes wide open.

At this moment, he had shed the immaturity of a young man, and his former arrogance had quietly been put away. Only when he spoke to her, his pupils opened up like ripples on a lake.

"Show Teacher Chi your unique skill of opening a can." Shen Che waved his hand and emphasized, "Left hand."

Intentional.

She took a sip of her Coke and pushed a jelly to him: "Eat this."

The grown man didn't like to eat the girls' snacks. He glanced at them and pushed them back: "They are for little brats."

Manager Yang's figure vaguely flashed behind him on the right, and the eldest sister's voice drifted down: "You picked up the little snacks to coax me."

Shen Che's ears became code receivers, accurately receiving key information: coax.

There was a moment of silence.

The man sitting next to her was like a twisted dough stick, moving towards the girl.

"The main thing is, I've never tried it." The deep voice was heard by only the two of them, "What's that CC jelly?"

Knowing that he did it on purpose, Chi Leyou curled up the corners of his mouth and said, "Suck it."

"CC Dong." The parrot mimicked again.

The whole audience applauded, and Shen Che followed the audience's rhythm and applauded the crosstalk performers on the stage nonchalantly.

He was chatting with her while skipping class just a second ago, but the next second he was calmly and seriously following the teacher's lecture on the stage.

Chi Leyou lowered her head, tore open the ice cream and handed it to her: "Eat it, Princess CC."

Chen Che took a leisurely sip, his eating manners were elegant, and the slight movement of his lips made Chi Leyou inexplicably think of the lipstick commercial that Kimura Takuya had filmed.

She was almost mesmerized by the sight, but she snapped back to her senses and cursed herself for being seduced by male beauty. She comforted herself about her criminal mentality: it's not illegal to look, it's his fault for looking like that.

Manager Yang's words just now completely enlightened Chen Che. The other tables only had melon seeds and tea, but his table was different. He must have been prepared with great care. As a grown man, he naturally couldn't ignore a girl's feelings. He understood the situation.

The comic hand reached out again, and clenched its long knuckles a few times: "I want more food."

The girl lightly touched the snacks on the plate with her fingertips, picked out a bag of spicy strips, and handed it to him through the air: "Are you afraid of spicy food? If you are, you can't eat it."

Who are you looking down on? He's afraid of spicy food? An international joke.

Seeing him confidently opening the package, Chi Leyou hesitated to speak.

Forget it, maybe he really isn’t afraid of spicy food.

Zhao Xizhi on the diagonal line was paying all his attention to the back row. Crosstalk was not as interesting as gossip. He was cracking melon seeds and looking around without blinking.

She spied chipmunks and squirrels hiding in a tree hole, sharing pine cones.

The next second, the peeping Tom was caught, and Chen Che raised his sharp eyes and asked her: Does it look good?

Zhao Xizhi's muscles tensed, and he turned like a stone statue. Within two seconds, he turned another 30 degrees, glancing out of the corner of his eye.

The spicy strips had a strange texture when eaten. Gradually, a fire started to ignite on the tongue, like the Samadhi Fire of Taiyi Zhenren.

His face suddenly changed and he grabbed the ice cola and drank it gulp.

The young master felt the spiciness, but he held himself together in front of the girl. Zhao Xizhi drank a cup of Osmanthus Longjing tea happily, feeling refreshed.

Seeing that he was coughing due to the spiciness, Chi Leyou hurriedly opened her bag and searched for it, but she didn't find any tissues, only a handkerchief.

She was the one responsible. It was she who was bewitched and handed the hot-tempered spicy strips to him. If he was taken away by an ambulance, she would not be able to afford the ambulance bill from Maple Leaf Country.

After a moment of internal and external struggle, she obediently handed over the handkerchief: "Wipe your mouth, this is new."

The crispy young master took it and pressed it against his mouth and nose. The texture was soft and sticky, and the light fragrance filled the air, suppressing the pungent spiciness.

He rubbed her new handkerchief until it was wrinkled into a ball. Chi Leyou felt heartbroken. Was he a dog?

The small theater was filled with laughter from time to time, and the atmosphere was harmonious. Only in one small corner, a barrier rose, and time seemed to stand still. Chen Che spread out his handkerchief and watched it over and over again.

A dim light emerged from the phone screen, and he couldn't wait to open Instagram.

Across the square table in the middle, an expert in evidence comparison is working hard, with a handkerchief on his left knee and a mobile phone on his right knee.

He felt incredible.

Yoyolooping is his only user on Instagram. He actually has quite a few followers on Instagram. Besides a few childhood friends, the rest of the accounts are related to his collecting hobbies, including Lego, yo-yo players, and classic car collectors.

The reason he insisted on going on Instagram all these years was simply to wait for Yoyolooping to sell him another limited edition champion yo-yo.

He was online at the same time as "him" more than once, and the other party was active in his comment section like an old friend.

"Wow, I've never seen this dragon head sold in Lego."

"Did you make it yourself?"

Chen Che was very patient with this layman netizen. He explained that this is not called DIY, this is called MOC, My Own Creation, players design and build it by themselves.

Yoyolooping was very clever. After asking him what software he used to make it, he asked the core question: "How do you put all the Lego parts together?"

Shen Che told "him" that there was a website called Bricklink, and that he bought all his MOC parts from there.

Knowing that she liked the dragon head, Chen Che offered to give it to "him" more than once, but was declined by "him". It is not difficult to see that "he" is not greedy and is a very measured person.

It's just that the network he always thought of - Yoyolooping, was a man.

Until now.

The girl held a cushion in her arms and successfully caught the joke that Ji Wuling threw out on the stage. A smile appeared from the corner of her mouth, curving into a bright smile.

"Where did you buy the handkerchief?" he asked her tentatively.

In fact, the handkerchief's clumsy fancy hem is exactly the same as the one in the picture on Instagram, but he still wants to ask an answer.

Chi Leyou's smile froze as he looked at him: "I was kind enough to give it to you, and you picked it?"

"No, the handkerchief is fine." He was very sincere.

The girl became even more suspicious. Would he say nice things? Didn't he love to tease her the most?

After confirming again and again that Chen Che had changed his personality, she finally spoke: "It's made of scraps of cloth, the stitching is a bit ugly..."

"Not ugly, beautiful."

“???”

"Did you embroider this egg?" Chen Che pointed at the circular embroidery on the corner of the handkerchief, which was crooked and resembled an oval egg.

Chi Leyou's forehead twitched, and she knew that he had no good intentions!

This isn't an egg; it's her clone, the logo of her name. If she becomes wealthy, her family crest must incorporate a yo-yo element.

"This is my code name." Chi Leyou's patience was almost running out.

"How can an egg represent you?" Shen Che really couldn't bear to call her silly.

The girl said coldly: "I embroidered a yo-yo."

The man couldn't help it, his broad shoulders shook, and a smile spread from the corners of his mouth to his neck.

As the crosstalk performance came to an end, the audience seats on the first and second floors burst into warm applause.

His smile blended into the curtain call, not seeming abrupt, yet eye-catching enough.

"Mom," Zhao Xizhi, who stood up in the front row, was incredulous, "Chen Che smiled."

"Crosstalk is funny, isn't it?" Mrs. Cen Wu was listless. Du Yuanshan returned to the country to reshoot scenes. She thought Shen Che would play the role of a good host and take her and her daughter out for some fun, cultivating the young couple's relationship. Who knew that without Du Yuanshan's suppression, Shen Che's true nature would be exposed.

"No, it's not a crosstalk. He didn't even look at Teacher Ji during the whole process." Zhao Xizhi, who had eaten his fill of melons, discovered an incredible secret.

The fact that the poker face can smile is a ghost story in itself.

"He's crazy," Zhao Xizhi yelled, "Chen Che must have eaten Hanxiao's half-step madness."

The audience left one after another.

Chi Leyou threw away the Coke can and turned back. There were still a lot of snacks on the table. Her small crossbody bag was only big enough for a phone. She said, "Take these back and eat them."

Chen Che stood up and spread his hands in embarrassment: "I'm not a girl, I don't go out without a bag."

Help! His speaking style has completely changed! What the hell is this reduplication?

Chi Leyou lowered his eyes and said, "Put it in your pocket."

Pocket? Chen Che lowered his eyes. His suit did have two pockets.

Zhao Xizhi's hand shook and all the melon seeds spilled.

Shen Che opened his suit pocket, and the girl next to him quickly stuffed the snacks on the table into his pocket.

The posture was just like that of a criminal robbing a gold shop.

Young Master Shen's handmade suit was bulging.

"What's in your bag?" Chi Leyou, a gold shop accomplice, noticed his other pocket.

The man proudly reached in and gently lifted it up, revealing half of a lamb.

"You brought Meeme here?" Chi Leyou's eyes were full of surprise.

"Take it to listen to crosstalk." He hid the lamb in his pocket again.

Seeing her own child lying in someone else's arms, Chi Leyou's gums were sore from biting. What Park Ye-jin said was indeed true. The man surnamed Shen wanted to take her son away!

A silent war of "After the divorce, will you live with your father or your mother?" is about to begin.

The corners of Chi Leyou's eyes gradually turned red. She stretched out her hand and grabbed her own child.

When the hand touched the edge of the pocket, it was caught.

Chen Che held her wrist lightly. The audience walked in one direction after the show, like two migrating salmon, swimming upstream in the crowd.

"Where to?" She was forced to follow him.

"Go backstage and take a photo with your favorite Wuling Hongguang."

"Who—?" The girl's voice hit his ear.

"Ji Wuling."

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