Chapter 56 Christmas Gift Exchange [National Day skit...
He Dongli was very busy for several days and was on duty at the hospital on Christmas Eve. When she came home from work on the 25th, her home had changed a lot.
The most eye-catching thing is the Christmas tree in the yard. It is a real pine tree that was cut down and placed in the yard for decoration. There is a twinkling Christmas star on the top and some decorative ambient lights. Someone has done this before. The tree was planted in their garden. When cutting down the tree, professional equipment must be used to shake off the debris on the tree, otherwise you will receive beetles and caterpillars along with the Christmas gifts.
The tradition of exchanging Christmas gifts dates back to the days of the affiliated high school, but back then it was a class activity with a monetary limit. The gift He Dongli brought to class that first year was a pair of red-lined cashmere gloves her mother had bought her. Of course, she had her hidden redemption card inside the gloves.
After the English corner performance, the English teacher organized a gift exchange program for them.
He Dongli sat at her desk, craning her neck to see who had received her gift. But soon, Zong Chi tossed her red gloves back on her desk, saying they were such tacky things, even Grandma Wolf wouldn't want to go out wearing them, so she gave them back to her.
He Dongli was extremely disappointed. How could he have gotten it? She was so angry that she put the gloves back into her schoolbag and scolded Zong Chi harshly, "Who told you to be so greedy? Bah, it's because you don't know the value of it, humph!"
Zong Chi held a card between his fingers. It was stuffed inside a glove. The glove was not worth much, but the card said that he could unconditionally help the student who received this gift do three things. The brackets limited it to what was allowed and reasonable to happen in the classroom.
Zong Chi threatened her that he didn’t want the gloves, so just wait for the to-do list!
He Dongli was even angrier, afraid that he would embarrass her and make her look foolish, so she teased him, "Zongchi, since you think it's tacky, you put your hand in it, you're even more tacky." She was angry that if he hadn't put his hand in, he wouldn't have found the card.
As a result, he didn't ask her to do anything until they graduated.
There were only two gift boxes under the Christmas tree this year. He Dongli didn't seem to have the right to complain about his downgraded sense of ceremony because she hadn't prepared anything.
She walked over, squatted down, and held the two gift boxes, one large and one small, in her arms.
As soon as I opened the sliding door, I heard the commotion of the guests upstairs. Aunt Tang happened to come down with the cleared cups and plates. Seeing Xixi come back, she hurriedly greeted her and said dinner was ready. "I'll go tell Xiaochi you're back."
He Dongli put down the box in his hand and said there was no rush. He then asked Aunt Tang, "Who's here?"
"That kid from the Lin family. He's the loudest one, and there are also his friends who brought along. They said Xiao Chi has moved into a new house and they're here to warm up the house for him."
"Are you eating here?"
"He's not here." Aunt Tang put down the tea tray in her hand, and then came over to help Xixi put away her coat and shoes.
He Dongli wasn't used to being followed through on every detail and said she would do it herself. Aunt Tang, however, said it was her duty. She said she stayed to take care of Xiao Chi, "But I understand that Xiao Chi hopes I can take better care of you. He has never had any objections to anyone his mother arranged for at home over the years, but he criticized me seriously last time. Xixi, I know you are shy and wouldn't really say anything to me even if you have an opinion, but I promise you, I didn't mean it..."
He Dongli didn't wait for her to finish, "Yeah, I know."
Aunt Tang's problem lies there.
He Dongli smiled again. She really didn't care. It was just that Zong Chi had made a big scene, so in order to disarm the old nannies, she simply joined in. "That Miss Zhou is very young and very beautiful, isn't she?"
Aunt Tang thought Xixi was testing her and quickly expressed her loyalty, "Mr. Zong is right, a person who is good at everything doesn't mean he is right at everything."
He Dongli agreed with this statement. So he echoed, "I know, she must be very beautiful and excellent, and..."
Xixi went to the bathroom to wash her hands, saying as she walked, "I missed Zongchi, but maybe I escaped. Well, Miss Zhou is luckier than me."
Aunt Tang choked up and thought, I dare not tell this to the people upstairs.
As he was talking, something fell on the floor upstairs. He Dongli came out of the bathroom and returned to the open space. He found that the original position of the sofa had moved to the side. There was an oak round table placed near the kitchen curtain. The diameter was not large, but it was placed under the round chandelier, echoing the circle.
A bouquet of fresh double lilies was placed on the table runner. The fragrance was pleasant and the lights were friendly.
Aunt Tang was preparing to serve the food. She didn't look down on Xiao Chi's friends from wealthy families who were lazy and frivolous. She was just about to go and call Xiao Chi when He Dongli came over and told her to go.
No matter what, she is also the master. It is a bit unreasonable not to show up after returning.
She turned and went upstairs. She had only taken a few steps when she heard the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. Lin Jiaoyu's voice was the first to speak. "You're kicking customers out at dinner time. This is the kind of shit you Zong guys would do, I tell you."
Another voice, unknown to me, echoed, "Mr. Zong, you're newlyweds, so whatever you do during your honeymoon is right."
Lin Jiaoyu refused to buy it and continued to criticize her friend, "Him!? No, you don't understand him. Others are on their honeymoon, he's on his honeymoon year, honey this year and honey next year."
The strange voice couldn't help but burst into laughter.
The car suddenly braked suddenly while they were laughing. They were heading downstairs when a clean-looking woman with plain face stood a few steps in front of them. She had her hair tied up and wore a neutral shirt and trousers. She looked more heroic than slender and more tired than delicate. She stood there in an elegant manner, looking up at them. What was captivating was her affectionate and narrative eyes.
She slowly said to them, "Are you done chatting? If you are, come down to eat. I was just about to call you. Aunt Tang is already ready."
The three men above, who were all silent, stood on the left and right, with the last one standing one step behind but in the middle.
He Dongli had said it before: he wasn't a showman, but he was definitely the core. The three of them were all indifferent, and she couldn't help but speak again, calling out to the core person in the center, "Xiao Chi?"
Someone responded with a sigh of relief and said to her, "They are leaving soon. Let's invite them another day."
Lin Jiaoyu glanced back at the person who had spoken, "We didn't say we were leaving. It was you who kept chasing us away. Ah Li wanted to keep us. I heard it."
"You heard a thing? I told you to leave, why are you talking so much nonsense? Who would invite you home? You're so loud and drunk, who can stand slamming tables and benches in my house after drinking? The neighbors will sue you for disturbing the public."
Lin Jiaoyu said coldly, "I have a loud voice and a bad drinking habit, but you've forgotten your Master Zong's bad behavior when he got drunk and wanted to turn off the lights in the private room."
As he spoke, Lin Jiaoyu walked down to Ah Li, saying, "Ah Li, why don't you just give him a try? I really miss Zong back then. He was a man who killed everyone he met and never touched a woman. If anyone dared to touch him, he'd tear down their shop. If he went crazy, even the lights in the private room would go out."
He Dongli stood in front of an oil painting, listening and chuckling faintly, and replied to Lin Jiaoyu, "Did you pay the money in the end?"
"What?"
"Didn't you say that the lights were unlucky? Did he pay for it?"
Lin Jiaoyu's eyes were filled with amazement and pity. "Just think about it, a good kid was corrupted by a bandit."
Zong Chi lagged behind by two steps. He did not argue at all, but looked at the person who had remained silent from a distance.
The group went down the stairs, and Zong Chi introduced to He Dongli that the person he didn't recognize was the famous Young Master Dou, Dou Yunong.
He Dongli, because of Zou Yan's stance, gave him a cold shoulder. Since Zong Chi didn't want to keep him around, she didn't bother pretending. She entertained him for a few words before heading inside.
Before leaving, Lin Jiaoyu came in to talk to her, "Hey, you owe me a meal. Zong Chi was afraid you'd be angry, so he didn't dare invite Dou to dinner tonight. I'm left with nowhere to go."
He Dongli picked up a piece of braised pork with taro from the plate on the table and brought it over, saying, "Oh, this is very delicious. Would you like to try it?"
Lin Jiaoyu watched her bring a piece of meat over, almost holding it to his mouth. His pupils trembled with fear. He glared at Ah Li fiercely, "Don't hurt me, your family's psychopath can be quite serious. Whoever dares to eat your food, take it away quickly."
The person who said this ran away as if escaping.
When Zong Chi came back, he saw He Dongli carrying a piece of meat and asked her, "What are you doing?"
He Dongli brought the plate and chopsticks to his mouth and shoveled everything into his mouth. "Is it delicious?"
Someone nodded briefly, swallowed it, and immediately reminded her, "I asked Aunt Tang to make it. I remember your mom also likes to put some lentils in it."
He Dongli praised his good memory, but the young master didn't know the seasons, "The lentils are not delicious now, they have to be eaten in summer."
Because of the new round table, Aunt Tang prepared several extra dishes for dinner. There was also a festive cake on the table, but it wasn't orange-fleshed. Zong Chi said he'd tasted a few, but none of them seemed right, so he didn't buy it.
He Dongli felt a rare sense of guilt and kept picking food for him, until the bowl was almost piled high. Then he asked him, "Is this all you've been busy with these days?"
"ah."
“When does the new project start?”
Zong Chi smiled and asked her mischievously, "Are you worried that I can't support you?"
"Kind of, and hopefully you enjoy your work as much as SpongeBob does."
Some people didn't understand her childish metaphor, but she called him that in front of outsiders today and was so willing to stay by his side. He really felt that it was more accurate to say that she was worthy than satisfied.
But he still wouldn't easily tell her the truth. "Whoever was trying to persuade her nephew to learn from him a few days ago, and now is urging people to love their work, be struck by lightning."
He Dongli drank the soup from the bowl, and inevitably became weak. Yes, she knew better than anyone what he was like when he was busy. He had clearly been racing against time to leave a mark in her life.
Things cannot speak, but solid objects can carry sounds and show mercy.
After dinner, when cutting the cake, Zong Chi asked her if she had seen the Christmas present.
He Dongli then remembered to take it apart, and she asked him what it was?
"We'll know once we tear it down."
He Dongli responded, and the two of them sat on the floor at the foot of the stairs. She opened the small box first, and Zong Chi smiled and said, "I guess you'll open the small one first."
He Dongli looked up at him.
"People line up according to their height when buying cosmetics, and there is a sense of order everywhere."
So He Dongli rebelled, "Then I have to demolish the big one first."
Zong Chi grabbed her wrist. It was his pleasure to provoke her, but when she escaped his control, he was filled with panic. "Be obedient and be yourself."
He Dongli was in a stalemate, and Zong Chi held her hands, asking her to open the smaller box first. He moved behind her and forced her to open the first small box bit by bit. The moment she opened it, He Dongli was full of surprise and very surprised. It was the car key.
He had wanted to buy her something that year, but she had never agreed. On the way to the meeting that day, he had agreed to her request, and she had bought it herself; he hadn't intended to buy her anything rashly.
Today was a holiday, and he bought it for her as a gift. "Even if you live close by, it'll be useful someday. I don't want you to have to take a taxi the next time you go to Feidao."
He Dongli said frankly, "Taking a taxi is actually quite convenient."
Zong Chi picked up the car keys and threw them into her collar. The cold object fell on her chest, and she shuddered. "Zong Chi, you bastard."
He said to her angrily, "Well. I didn't buy it for you. Transfer the money to me along with the painting."
She didn't say yes or no, and he was hesitant for a moment, so he became even more aggressive and said, "Do you want it or not? Don't want it back to me." As he said that, he took action and said he wanted to take his key back.
He Dongli grabbed the hand he extended and bit him hard at the base of his mouth. He stood up again, pulled out the hem of his shirt, and the car key fell out.
Zong Chi laughed so hard that he lay on the floor. When he went downstairs, he wanted to tell her: Ah Li, you look so damn good in that blue shirt!
The enraged person was about to kick him, but the nimble one was a step faster, leaping up and dragging her down like she was drowning, so she could sit on him. "Who ruined my fun? I've been preparing diligently for days. So what did you say I should give you? Surgical equipment or a scalpel? I just want you to suffer less. I saw you driving your mother's old Reiz the other day, and it was very upsetting. I beg you, just for my sake. Next time you come after me to argue, be more efficient, okay?"
"I just said it's convenient to take a taxi. I didn't mean to disparage your gift."
Zong Chi held her waist and said, "Well, but the public cars are so dirty and smelly."
“…”
"Besides, when you go meet your cousin's family, it'll be more convenient to have a car. Your sister-in-law works in luxury goods sales, so you can imagine what kind of vision she has. If they only know that you have a boyfriend and nothing else, they'll laugh at you, and then they'll laugh at me. We'll both be laughed at by others, and our lives will be wasted, right?"
He Dongli glanced at him and said, "Well, you should go into sales. You will definitely be the top seller."
"I'm the best-seller in everything, okay?"
"shameless."
She had been cursing a lot lately. Zong Chi leaned over and whispered in her ear, "If you curse like that, I'll take it as your acceptance."
Then he let her go and asked her to open the second one while he got up to have some tea.
He was holding the Ceylon black tea bag she had bought, which was now brewed perfectly.
Zong Chi leaned against the door, watching the person sitting there finally remove the colorful paper wrapping of the big box. Inside was a sturdy kraft paper box. When he opened it again, it was an opaque vacuum-compressed bag, and no specific outline could be seen.
She turned around to look at the person who had been silent. Zong Chi raised his chin while drinking tea, indicating that she should continue.
When she tore open the vacuum bag with her bare hands, the contents inside expanded in front of He Dongli.
It was a strawberry bear half the height of a person. When it appeared in front of her eyebrows, He Dongli suddenly turned her head to look at him.
This was the moment Zong Chi had been waiting for, and he burst into laughter.
He Dongli blamed him, "Why buy such a big one? I'm talking about the kind that sticks to the back of the car."
"Not only does it stick to the back of the car and absorb exhaust fumes every day, but even if it rains, it's pathetic even if you wear a raincoat. Why not sit with you in the passenger seat? When you're in a good mood, you can touch it, and when you're not, you can punch it a few times. When I'm driving for you, you can throw it in the back and use it as a pillow to take a nap."
He Dongli fell silent for a moment after hearing his words.
Zong Chi suddenly approached with a serious expression, holding a cup of tea to her lips and feeding her. The tea in the cup was fragrant and just warm enough to drink. He continued to sit with her on the floor. "Ali, I've thought about it and I still feel that your previous idea is too lonely and depressing. I can't bear to see you get wet in the rain, even for your favorite doll child. This result is our compromise, okay?"
"There's no need for it to be so big."
Hearing this, Zong Chi said slowly, "Well, a bigger one is better. Hold the passenger seat for me."
He Dongli narrowed his eyes for a while and then glared at them as expected. The person being scrutinized pretended to be harmless and nonchalant. "When I'm not around, no one can sit in my passenger seat."
He Dongli stood up and stuffed his "big running dog" back to him, "You are not only the crown of sales but also the crown of the palace. As long as I am alive, you will always be my concubines, right!"
Zong Chi laughed heartily and shamelessly admitted, "Yes, the car I bought for you is forbid any unruly man from riding in it!"
*
Before going to bed, He Dongli decided to buy a down jacket for someone as a Christmas gift exchange.
Zong Chi came over to take a look and politely declined, "It's not cheap and it's ugly."
"It's not ugly at all. If you wear it, you'll look better than this idol. He's not as tall as you and his figure isn't as good as yours."
Some people couldn't believe their ears. "What did you do to me that you have to make amends so against your will?!"
He Dongli thought she was very objective. "I'm telling the truth. His head and shoulders are not as good as yours, and he hasn't had the same affluent swimming training team as you did since childhood. Please don't question the aesthetics of a professional surgeon." After saying that, she asked Zong Chi not to block her screen, forcing her to rewind and watch part of it.
Zong Chi spread his hands and asked, "So you're praising me, but it has nothing to do with me, right?"
"You're questioning my aesthetics, why should I agree with you?"
Zong Chi was back to the time when she was in school. She was always trying to gather energy with him, attracting him to get close to her, provoking her and even trying to conquer her at all costs.
As a result, the person who was about to place an order put down her phone, and Zong Chi ran back to ask her if she had bought it.
He Dongli shook his head and seemed to be concentrating on watching the show.
“Why don’t you buy it again?”
"You think it's ugly."
"Okay, I don't mind. Buy it."
"If you buy it, you have to wear it. If you don't, don't waste my money."
Zong Chi smiled and asked her, "Why did you think of buying me a down jacket?"
He Dongli remained calm, "You went out with me that morning, but you were wearing too little. It was very cold."
This time, Zong Chi nodded happily, "Buy! I want two to alternate between."
*
When both of them lay down, Zong Chi's cell phone rang. It was Zong Jingzhou calling. He and his wife were in Zurich and it was afternoon there.
This was the first time the father and son had spoken after their argument. In the afternoon, Zong Chi was giving instructions to his secretary, pretending to ask a few questions. The secretary then handed the message to Mr. Zong with a polished finish.
Zong Jingzhou called back. The old man, with all his airs, asked Zong Chi, "Why are you asking about the current principal of No. 1 Middle School? Do you want to go back and get those 4 A's?"
"I don't need to know who the principal is if I get eight A's!"
"Then what are you asking?"
"I want you to help me send a child to the attached primary school."
When He Dongli heard this, she realized that this call was related to her. She quickly sat up and looked at Zong Chi with a serious expression.
He reached out and played with her chin, more as a gesture of comfort than amusement.
Zong Jingzhou asked directly whose child the child was.
Sochi: "It's mine. It can also be yours if you like."
It was a rare occasion for Zong Jingzhou to hear the brat bow his head. He said in a very arrogant tone, "I don't understand. Don't tell me you gave birth to an illegitimate child."
The next sentence Zong Chi said was shocking, "If you hadn't come to break up the partnership, you might really be worrying about where your grandson would go to school now."
He Dongli pinched his thigh hard from under the quilt. He endured the pain, but remained calm and held her hand in return. Zong Chi shifted his stance after hearing what was said on the other end, propping up his pillow for better support while arguing. "Yeah, I didn't say it was your fault. I was stating the facts." He'd learned this trick from the people around him; facts are better than subjective opinions.
On the other side, Zong Jingzhou, a fellow man, understood the weight of Zong Chi's words, and in fact, he only took them more seriously. The brat's words resonated with Chen Xiangyang's report. Zong Jingzhou was old, after all, and more than anyone else, he longed for a third generation.
Thus, Zong Chi's smokescreen hit Old Zong hard. He asked the brat, "Whose child is this? Xiao He's."
"Her uncle's family. I've seen the child's transcript. There's no problem for her to participate in the selection. I want a quota. It's safer to have both hands ready."
Zong Jingzhou knew that such a small matter didn't require him to come and ask for help in person. Since things had come to this, the father and son decided to speak frankly. "Zong Chi, you've learned to turn the tables and even pass the ladder to others. It wasn't easy for you to open your mouth and ask for help. It seems that my move was not wrong, right?"
The person on this end remained noncommittal.
During the silence, He Dongli quickly typed on his mobile phone and handed it to him: It doesn't matter if you don't go in.
Zong Chi glanced at it and laughed, retorting, "Why is it not important? If your mother hadn't fought so hard to get you in, where would I have found you?" He closed his eyes slightly, speaking firmly to his father, "Yes. I'm not calling you about a spot, but because I've figured it out. Just like what my mother-in-law said about me, I can't let her and my family, or our relationship, end forever. In other words, she's already been angered by my family because of me, and if she can't get any corresponding benefits, there's only one person to hold her accountable, and that's my incompetence. I'm calling you to tell you that I will definitely marry her, so her business is my business, and it's my responsibility to use the Zong family's connections and finances to handle my business. I'm letting you know, and consider it my procedural justice."
Zong Jingzhou listened to the stubborn man grumble for a long time, but he didn't bother to argue with him. He just asked him, "That's not what you said that day. You almost killed me and your mother with a knife."
Zong Chi was silent for a moment, and Zong Jingzhou thought he was denying it, but he unexpectedly responded, "Well, that's not the case, but I know very well that, one thing at a time, this issue today is not about me, but it is about me."
Zong Jingzhou immediately made the decision, "Send the child's information over. I want your mother to handle this matter personally. This is our gesture to you."
Zong Chi did not say anything about thanks or gratitude.
It was the old man who teased him personally, "I'll give you an extra attitude, okay? I think it's necessary."
"Tell me about it."
"Your grandfather's alumni donation won't last a lifetime, so I've decided to add a scholarship in your name and in the name of you and Xiao He. This way, your children will have a guaranteed place in school when the time comes, okay?"
Zong Chi immediately turned against his father, "Does my child need a quota? You are making a fool of yourself!"
Zong Jingzhou asked him where his confidence came from, "Or is it that you found a girlfriend who's a top student and kept such a tight rein on her all the time just to make a long-term investment for the next generation?"
Zong Chi, who was not very hot at night, grumbled to the old man, blaming him for not knowing when to stop. Then his bad temper flared up, "Who wants to find a fool, huh?"
"Xiao He, she's almost stupid for jumping into your fire pit."
Zong Chi immediately hung up the phone. He Dongli, who was standing next to him, had heard almost everything. After a while, he used his father's words to comfort the man who had become so angry that he was withdrawn. "Why do you have to ask your parents for help on this matter?"
"It's not a request. It's a draft letter of intent before requisition."
"I mean, isn't it a bit too much to ask your parents for additional scholarship money, Ah Sheng's child?"
"What's there to worry about? Don't worry, they have their own considerations." Zong Chi said, laying the pillow flat and pulling her to lie down.
He Dongli's hair brushed against his face, smelling of fresh, dry roses. He repeated his promise to her, "I told you I'll treat this special nephew of yours well."
He Dongli threatened him, "A Sheng has nothing to thank you for."
"Why should I thank him? I just want to make you proud." Zong Chi said, rubbing against her affectionately, but he was extremely well-behaved. He held her well-behaved, but without any evil thoughts.
Their breaths intertwined, He Dongli was almost coaxed to sleep by his warmth. Suddenly, she thought of something and nudged his face. Zong Chi hummed, "Why, aren't you tired?"
"Do you remember the card you took out of my Christmas present when we were in school?"
"To-do list. I told you to do it three times." He closed his eyes and listed them like the back of his hand.
He Dongli was not satisfied with his dead look tonight, "Why didn't you ask me to do it later?"
"What can you do? Clean the blackboard or the glass? Mop the floor? Forget it. What kind of stupid check can a nerd come up with? I just don't want your gloves to fall into the hands of other boys."
He Dongli turned around and said, "Forget it."
When his hand came over again, He Dongli pulled it away unhappily. After a few exchanges, Zong Chi seemed to get some fun or hint. He stretched his hand over to her side and pressed his whole body against her without any effort. "I want it, so do you really promise to do it?"
He Dongli said nothing.
He bit her cheek. He Dongli wiped his face in disgust, saying that it was too late and he would not wait any longer. "Who told you not to use it before the expiration date?"
“You didn’t even mark the expiration date!”
"I'm talking about the classroom. Is there a classroom now?"
"If you insist on getting stuck, I'll take you to the classroom."
He Dongli asked him to stop bothering her, but Zong Chi refused to listen. He coaxed her into giving him more advice, and finally devalued the uncashed check into one more chance.
He turned her face towards him and pressed his lips against hers, which was like a seal, and the contract came into effect.
Just when He Dongli was dizzy and thought he would make some unacceptable demands, Zong Chi slowly said, "Then when you and your mother go to welcome your cousin's family, I'll go too, okay?"
He Dongli opened his mouth and took a gulp of air. It turned out that he was waiting here. He blamed him for being useless. His cleverness backfired. You wasted an opportunity yourself. Who can you blame?
So, she vaguely said she would talk about it later. Zong Chi held her tightly and asked her to stick to the contract.
He Dongli imitated his inconsistency and said, "I advise you not to make any verbal contract with a woman who is sleep-deprived and has her period. When a migraine comes, life is more important than any contract."
Zong Chi understood now, and he immediately got busy, turning her around and teasing her with a smile, "So you mentioned that card so thoughtlessly, because you thought I had something else to say to you?"
"You wish."
"It is beautiful if you think about it, but it is not beautiful if you don't think about it."
He Dongli pouted at him, saying that he had caused her menstrual migraine to come early because of the noise.
Zong Chi said, "Then hurry up and come." "I originally thought that you would be very tired after being on duty and working. You still have the energy to chat with me for so long, so why not save it and use it when it is necessary."
“…”
"Oh, not use, but call."
"Zongchi, I won't take you to our family's welcoming party."
He squeezed in, his relief almost overwhelming all his fatigue and emptiness. He grumbled, "Say it again. People who say one thing and mean another will be arrested and tortured to tears."
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a.
When boys were in school, they would inevitably play arm wrestling to dominate the game charts out of boredom. He Dongli felt that male carbon-based creatures were born with a sense of enclosure, fighting for territory and women, and that even generations could not change this despicable gene of loving to fight.
One day, she wanted to try out the amazing strength of a man's wrist.
She called someone over, and Zong Chi said that this kind of competition with no suspense was boring, so let's forget about it.
He Dongli said, there is no comparison, how do you know.
Zong Chi said: "Even if I let you eat for another ten years, you still can't change it. This is determined by your genes. Besides, a smart person insists on competing with others in strength. This is called Tian Ji's horse racing, stupid."
He Dongli was still not discouraged and insisted on trying. She said, "I'm not afraid of losing, so what are you afraid of?"
Hey, Zong Chi said, I'm going to fall for your tricks, come on, little one.
Before the official fight, he wanted to raise the stakes, saying that a game without chips would be too boring, and he wanted her to lose and obey him for 24 hours.
He Dongli: Gamblers are not allowed to have houses.
Zong Chi tilted the bet, saying that if he lost he would listen to her for 72 hours.
He Dongli doesn't want these empty things. You wash the dishes for a month and don't let your aunt get involved.
Zong Chi nodded and the deal was done.
He raised his wrist to show fairness. The countdown on his phone was three, two, the last second. Before anyone could make a move, He Dongli shouted, "Xiao Chi, I love you!"
Zong Chi's wrist was knocked down so lightly until He Dongli stood up and said to him, "Wash the dishes for a month, it's agreed."
The tall and strong man squatted beside the coffee table and slumped down on the carpet. "You just wanted to trick me into making dumplings just for this dish of vinegar, right? Ah!"
b.
At a party, Zong Chi lost a bet and had to call his girlfriend. As a test of his obedience, he could only say "I love you".
Lin Jiaoyu started to make a fuss, saying that as long as Ah Li's answer was within three words, Young Master Zong would win.
If you don't answer the phone or say more than three words and get scolded, criticized, or checked on, you, Zong Chi, will have to order another round of drinks, and you'll have to pay for it tonight.
So, Zong Chi turned on the speakerphone of his cell phone, and he said those three words without hesitation, and then Lin Jiaoyu covered his mouth.
He Dongli heard some tricks on the other end and hung up coldly. A moment later, he sent a WeChat message as a response:
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