Chapter 390: It’s not that people get lazy when they get old, it’s that lazy people get old (24 years ago)
Si Qian followed a few aunts and started dancing the zombie dance they created.
Twenty minutes later, she sat down on a stone pillar in the square and waved her hands.
Let her rest for a while. She hadn't exercised for a long time, and her muscles were sore after suddenly doing some difficult back bends, hip thrusts, and splits.
Si Qian sighed: "I'm old and lazy now, I can't dance anymore, I'll just watch others do square dancing in the future."
10089 mercilessly complained: [It’s not that people become lazy when they get old, it’s that lazy people get old. ]
Si Qian: "When I get old, I'll be an internet addict."
Maybe the news in the future will be about an octogenarian getting a pentakill in King of Glory at 3 a.m.
The whole of my grandmother Changshan Zhao Zilong shines into reality!
1748: [With all the high-tech you guys eat and staying up all night drinking beverages, you might not live long enough to be able to square dance.]
10089: [Also, host, your hip thrust just now was really intrusive. I felt harassed.]
Si Qian: ""
Have these two systems eaten too much red beans recently and are missing each other?
10089 didn't hold on for more than three seconds. Realizing that the host was angry, he immediately slid down on his knees and apologized.
[Private Marseille host, Wadashi didn't mean it!]
Si Qian rolled his eyes: "Watch less Japanese movies."
10089:【】
No, how can people still spread rumors about the system in this day and age?
10089 tried to prove his innocence and loudly corrected the host: [I was playing on my phone! I was playing!]
There is a feeling of powerlessness as if a widow is being slandered.
Too lazy to bother with his nerves, Si Qian's eyes fell on the beautiful woman in suspender hot pants dancing with her aunt not far away.
I have to say it’s really pleasing to the eyes!
No wonder Chi Ye likes looking at beautiful women so much.
Saliva couldn't help but flow from his nostrils.
The wet, hot and sticky touch mixed with a fishy and salty smell in the wind.
I feel itchy in my philtrum.
wrong!
Si Qian thought to himself that something was wrong and reached out to touch around his philtrum, and sure enough, he felt a pool of blood from his nose.
Holy crap!
Just when Si Qian's brain was shutting down, she noticed strange gazes from people around her falling on her.
Before Si Qian could figure out what was going on, he saw a group of shirtless old men working out opposite him.
It seems like I was misunderstood.
Faced with the implicit prying of the people around him, Si Qian suddenly had a good idea.
She calmly wiped the blood from her nose, took out her cell phone, dialed an unavailable number, and then spoke in a low voice that everyone could hear.
"Doctor Zhang, my nose is bleeding again."
The way people around looked at Si Qian changed.
Si Qian pretended not to see it and was silent for more than ten seconds, looking up at the sky with tears in his eyes. His face was forbearing and restrained, but his tone was a little choked and self-abandoned.
"I won't do chemotherapy, just tell me how long I have left!"
Another dozen seconds of silence.
Si Qian hung up the phone, looked dejected, and a tear welled up in the corner of his eye.
At this time, the eyes of the people around gradually changed from the initial contempt to the current sympathy.
Several aunts who danced square dance with her came forward to comfort her.
Fearing that she would be exposed, Si Qian quickly pulled Pei Li away from the place of trouble.
It is said that when you go out, your identity is given by yourself.
At this moment, she felt that her IQ was close to that of Einstein.
Walking out of the square, little Pei Li held Si Qian's hand, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.
Si Qian was in a good mood: "Baby, are you hesitant about something?"
Little Pei Li held it in for a long time, and finally couldn't help but open his mouth to remind her.
"elder sister……"
"you say."
"You were holding your phone upside down."
""
Ahahaha…
Si Qian's smile gave people the feeling that her life was very miserable.
She felt that she shouldn't be here, she should be wandering around the world.
Even when he returned, Si Qian was still feeling ashamed of his own cleverness.
Lying in bed and reviewing all the stupid things she had done today, she wanted to stab herself twice.
How can people be so stupid?
As expected, people cannot empathize with their past selves.
Not even a few hours ago.
When Si Qian thought about becoming the target of everyone's gossip after he left, he wanted to die.
You know, that square dance aunt group is like a village intelligence station, and they might be ruined tomorrow.
Si Qian felt more and more agitated the more he thought about it, so he went downstairs and poured himself a glass of ice water.
Housekeeper Zhao, who was strolling in the yard late at night, heard rustling noises in the kitchen and thought a big black rat had entered the house. When he turned on the light, he found that it was Si Qian, a mouse foraging for food.
"Oh my, Aunt Wang, you're not sleeping so late at night! It's so scary!"
Si Qian, who was holding a glass of specially made juice, raised his head.
"Well, I'm hungry, let's find something to eat."
The servants' dining room is separate from the main household's, and the food here is incomplete. Si Qian was planning to look for some fast food.
When Butler Zhao heard this, he immediately bent down, stuck out his big butt, and started looking for the instant noodles he had stockpiled a few days ago for Si Qian.
When the light shone on them, the pair of big buttocks that were sticking out were very eye-catching, and it was hard for Si Qian not to ignore them.
She looked away somewhat embarrassedly, but the image in her mind would not go away.
As soon as I closed my eyes, I thought of the couple who were practicing fasting.
Butler Zhao had no idea of the mess in Si Qian's mind, so he took out his instant noodles and gave them to her.
As he stood up, the corner of the table hit his chest (Y).
The butler cried out in pain and pressed his chest muscles.
Si Qian was startled: "Uncle Zhao, are you okay?"
Butler Zhao covered his chest muscles and his facial muscles twitched in pain: "No...it's okay..."
Si Qian's eyes fell uncontrollably on his chest muscles again, and then he looked down at his own.
no……
How do you feel older than yourself?
How did he practice? Why didn't I notice it before?
Si Qian: "Uncle Zhao, you are immoral!"
Butler Zhao was confused: "What did I do?"
Si Qian: "Why didn't you ask me to go to the gym? I'm ashamed of myself for the chest and buttocks you've built!"
Butler Zhao and her were exchanging compliments: "Nothing compares to Wang Ma's elegance and grace."
After nine years, he felt that there were fine lines at the corners of his eyes, but Wang Ma had not changed at all.
Si Qian interrupted with a wry smile: "Your figure is truly great. Look at it, it's comparable to that of a male celebrity!"
Speaking of this, the 39-year-old housekeeper Zhao, who still retains his charm, looks very proud.
It is no exaggeration to say that his buttocks are so high that they can hold up a bottle of soda.
Butler Zhao winked at Si Qian and said, "Auntie Wang, next time I go to the gym, I'll take you with me and introduce you to a handsome guy!"
During these nine years of getting along, Si Qian and Butler Zhao can be said to have a revolutionary friendship.
Naturally, I am also concerned about her lifelong affairs.
This can affect yourself
Si Qian: "That's not necessary..."
Butler Zhao: "Don't be so quick to refuse. Those guys are all in great shape!"
Si Qian: “How great!”
Butler Zhao thought for a moment, then stretched out his hand and gestured to her the outline of a person.
And in a very abstract and unexpected way.
Si Qian: "..."
10089: […Hmm]
1748:【(゜o゜;】
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