Chapter 72: Girlfriend's Second Tour: An elderly person can actually get early-stage dementia...
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Chi Leyou's heart was experiencing a landslide. He finally calmed down, and boom - the mudslide followed closely behind.
She moved her lips twice, but no sound came out.
Chen Che controlled the volume, raising it a decibel to avoid scaring the young lady, and lowering it a decibel to avoid her hearing. "Why don't you say anything?"
The overhead streetlight was broken, and the two of them were trapped in a huge shadow. The car pushed forward, and the spare wheel made a squeaking sound. He stopped in front of a roadside vending machine.
The tall man stood in front of her, his eyebrows furrowed, and an invisible sense of oppression came over her.
Chi Leyou's scalp tingled. She was crouched in the cart, naturally shorter than him. In a fit of impatience, she slowly stood up like a sloth, half-straddling her legs onto the cart.
Want to get off.
"There's phlegm on the ground." Chen Che lied, and his methods of dealing with her kept coming out.
Chi Leyou retreated back into the car in a very cowardly manner.
"If you don't say anything, it means you agree." His arms were half bent and lightly placed on the handles of the cart. His upper body was slightly leaning towards her, and a hot and sincere light flashed in his eyes.
"Agree to what?" She felt guilty.
Chen Che accurately caught the girl's wandering gaze and laughed, "Old Man Erxun actually got early-stage dementia."
“…”
His fingers, tucked into his sleeves, gripped the cart tightly through his pajamas, and a flood of information exploded in his mind.
Chen Che reached out and twisted Chi Leyou's sleeve. The pale cherry color and new bud green overlapped, like the petals and buds emerging from peach branches in spring. Their clothes gently brushed against each other, and his voice became gentle as well: "Girlfriend."
Those three words were spoken so softly. Chi Leyou's heart felt like it was coated in melted honey. She inexplicably recalled freshly baked Longjing pastry—a gentle bite, the crispy crust falling apart, the refreshing aroma of tea spreading across her tongue.
"If you don't say anything," he chuckled, his voice rising slightly, "I'll take that as your agreement."
Seeing that she didn't express her opinion, the young master who was performing a solo act became angry again: "You agree!"
“…Ah?” As soon as she opened her mouth, her voice became hoarse.
Considering that her bulky body would occasionally run a fever, Shen Che used the white light of the vending machine to look at her 360 degrees.
Under his gaze, the girl's face looked like a video of raspberry growth played at double speed. Her fair skin quickly turned red, then gradually turned purple, and the heat reached the top of her head, to the point of boiling her brain.
The brains are cooked.
"Do you really have a fever?" He let go of her hand and covered her forehead.
His palm was too big, half covering her eyes, and the girl's long eyelashes brushed his palm. It felt numb and itchy.
He pulled his hand back and scanned the code at the vending machine.
Clang, clang, two cans of Coke rolled down one after another, the aluminum cans condensed with icy mist, and Chi Leyou subconsciously reached out -
Chen Che: "Want to drink?"
Accustomed to being fed by him, the girl nodded eagerly and said she was thirsty.
"You wish." She said she was thirsty, but she couldn't accept his confession, right? He was so angry that he pressed two cans of Coke against her face.
The girl shivered at the chill.
The naughty young master used force to squeeze her mouth into a chicken's mouth.
The confession failed and he was tortured instead.
Chi Leyou: "I... um... take the exam..."
She grabbed his wrist and pushed him away with all her strength, finally regaining her breath: "I'll think about it!"
Silence spread all around.
Chen Che's expression cracked for a second, and he said in disbelief: "There's only one brain cell living in your head, and it still needs to hold a meeting?"
"Just go ahead." She turned away, leaving him with the cold back of her head.
“…Turn around.” His murderous aura suddenly faded.
Chi Leyou said, "You wish."
Shen Che reasonably suspected that she was seeking revenge.
The girl was sitting with her legs bent, her black hair was plated in warm gold, with a satin-like texture, covering both sides of her face tightly.
Her expression was hidden beneath her hair, and her heart was beating up and down. It would be more satisfying to give him a knife.
He stretched out his hand and grasped her hair with his palm, like a young boy picking a bunch of wild flowers. Spring suddenly appeared in his palm, but he was hesitant to give it to the girl he liked.
Chi Leyou turned around and asked: "You want to pull out my hair?"
"Who told you not to agree?" He felt a tightness in his chest.
"Sentencing also has to go through the court process!"
"You..." His breath became shorter.
Listen, what kind of words are these?! A scumbag with a vicious mouth and a hard heart.
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Chi Leyou tiptoed like a robot and groped his way into the house in the dark.
The lights in the living room flickered on. Chi Yuanhang and Chen Yun sat at either side of the dining table, looking like the Black and White Impermanence in Hades' Hall.
"Take out the trash." She rushed towards the bedroom.
"Who is that brat downstairs?" The cabbage he had raised for 20 years was eaten by a pig. Chi Yuanhang couldn't bear it for a second and picked up the clothesline.
"Mom..." Chi Leyou winked at Chen Yun.
"Who is he?" Chen Yun crossed her arms, clearly on the same side as her husband. "That guy has long arms and legs, and he's asking you out so late at night. He must be no good."
Chi Yuanhang went crazy, and even the Azure Dragon and White Tiger who were collecting debts were afraid of him.
Chi Leyou was really afraid that he would go crazy, so he hurriedly said, "Are you satisfied with the 'things' from your old classmate, Director Shen's family?"
"You're chasing him?!"
Chi Leyou: "..."
Regardless of how they met, Chi Yuanhang said sternly, "Old Shen is our family's benefactor. His son is also attending university in Maple Leaf Country. Don't bother him with his studies."
It's simply the opposite of Tiangang.
"When I was young, I was pursued by your mother."
Chen Yun grabbed the clothesline and poked Chi Yuanhang's half-Mediterranean area: "I'm blind! I'm attracted to someone like you!"
The crooked handwritten love letter, the jarring bicycle seat, the sweetheart pulling out a bowl of warm red date soup from her arms outside the factory gate after her night shift, the man at the delivery room door asking the nurse, "Is my wife okay?" instead of checking the swaddled child... Life played out the tumultuous past two decades in slow motion. Amid the chaos in the living room, Chi Leyou suddenly laughed.
She went back to her room.
The bedside lamp dimmed into a warm yellow, she put down her Coke, and the screen of her mobile phone lit up.
Mr. Shen: Are you home?
Why does he keep talking nonsense about literature? He clearly saw her enter the unit door.
She didn't rush to reply, but changed his WeChat name first, and then thought of promising him to think about it for one night.
After Chi Leyou pinned him to the top of the post, he sent a message: Remember to return the cart.
Coke supplier: Then let me take a look.
This pestering spirit hasn't left yet? She moved to the window, held her breath, and secretly opened it a crack.
Sure enough, he didn't leave.
Coke supplier: If you become a spy, believe it or not, the entire intelligence station will be wiped out within two days.
Chi Leyou: Hurry up, hurry up, my dad has been shot.
Coke supplier: Come on, the food stall in front of your house is open for dinner, it’s a good time to have a drink with my dad.
Chi Leyou was anxious and shouted, "Who is your dad?"
I have seen scoundrels, but I have never seen a scoundrel who randomly recognizes his relatives.
Shen Che's voice softened: "Then you say goodbye to me, and then I'll leave."
The tone was so sticky that Chi Leyou was about to drown in it.
A shadow appeared, and a fist punched out from the gap between the windows.
This is to say goodbye to him. See, a woman with a hard mouth and a soft heart, if she can't bear to leave him, just say it, at worst she can just climb out the window.
Whoosh, fist pointing upwards, middle finger raised.
“…Okay.” The young master twirled his cheek with the tip of his tongue and laughed angrily.
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A whole woven bag of Jellycat.
Chi Leyou took them out one by one, and the plants lined up on the bed.
"Friend." "Boyfriend." "Friend." "Boyfriend." "Friend."
"male……"
She held the five-needle pine tree, and her hot head became a little clearer.
As soon as Chen Che entered the house, he received a complaint from a girl and a photo of a single-tree ID of a five-needle pine tree: Why did you buy an even number?!
Not knowing what she was up to, he smiled and replied: I like even numbers.
Upon learning that his grandson rarely came home, Shen Dajiang, who was inspecting the new factory site in the neighboring city, rushed home overnight.
The hall was empty as the grandfather and grandson met face to face.
Shen Dajiang lowered his eyes: "Look at you, you look so worthless."
Chen Che said without any respect, "As long as my ancestors are valuable, that's enough."
Hey, there's nothing wrong with calling grandpa "ancestor." His eldest grandson was coaxing him. After a few years of experience abroad, he was becoming more and more sensible. Shen Dajiang felt relieved. But then he caught sight of his grandson's face from the corner of his eye. The brat was about to hit the phone screen. He felt a pang of fear and asked, "Who is your ancestor?"
Glancing at the old man, Chen Che threw down a sentence and ran away: "It's not you anyway."
"…Asshole! You kid!"
72-year-old Shen Dajiang couldn't catch up with his 22-year-old grandson, and the old man stepped into his son's study angrily.
"Dad?" Shen Dahe finished his official business and was just about to video chat with his wife.
"Where's your mother?" The old man put his hands into his sleeves and sat down like a sullen child.
"Mom went to the hot springs with Yuan Shan."
Ever since her daughter-in-law was exposed, Wang Guihua has come clean and stopped pretending. She has chosen the thirty-six strategies, so she will show off first.
"Dad, do you have something to talk to me about?"
The son was obviously trying to drive the customers away. Shen Dajiang was humiliated by his grandson and then he was humiliated by his son. After all, the old man was a well-known figure in H City and he could not hold his face back.
"What a good son you've raised." The youngest, Chen Che, became the scapegoat. "That bastard never learns his lesson. Why is he hiding abroad? He's messing around with luxury cars and beautiful women, bringing shame to the Shen family. Where's the guy your mother introduced him to before?"
"It's yellow."
The old man let out a breath that was already hanging in his throat. "That won't do. We need to find someone to take care of him! Introduce him to the Zhang family's granddaughter tomorrow!"
The world of wealthy families in H City is so small, who is the Zhang family's granddaughter? Shen Dahe is very familiar with her. Last year at the New Year's Eve dinner, she overturned the round table for 20 people and stabbed her stepmother in the eye with her chopsticks. The incident was so serious that the Zhang family had no choice but to ask Shen Dahe for help.
In other words, Zhang Xiaohe, who is currently on internship, is a tigress who is growing explosively.
If a young man gets involved with her, it will be like a piece of dog-skin plaster that he can't get rid of.
Why did the old man choose a little tiger? His thinking was still stuck in the days of marriages decided by parents and matchmakers. He had been a scoundrel in his youth, but after getting married, he was defeated by Wang Guihua.
A difficult task fell on him again! Shen Dahe said boldly: "Dad, why don't you introduce it?"
"Will he listen to me?!" The old man stood up suddenly. "If he refuses to go on a blind date, you cuff him! If he resists even a little, you shoot him with a gun."
Facing the legal illiteracy, Shen Dahe suffocated: "..."
Tired, destroy it.
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The morning light dispels the damp spring fog.
The spotted doves in the backyard have entered their breeding season. The males are wooing the females with their hoarse voices: "Coo, coo, coo."
I didn't sleep well last night.
The GPT teacher was harassed by him all night.
S: After I confessed my feelings to a girl, she said she needed to think about it. Will she reject me?
GPT: ... Here's a piece of advice for you: Anyone who dares to confess their love has already won over 90% of their secret admirers.
S: Her birthday is... Help me calculate, will she agree to be my girlfriend?
GTP: Astrology...; probability calculated by statistical models...; tarot guidance... If she rejects you, don't be too upset. You can say, "It's okay, it's okay. We can still be friends."—Be good at leaving yourself a way out so that you won't feel awkward when you meet again.
With two panda eyes, Shen Che fell silent.
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Chi Leyou was woken up by her mother. She thought she was back in primary school. The little girl was carrying a bag of explosives and walking to school as if she was going to a grave.
"Youyou, hurry up and try on the skirt."
The girl who was twisted like a fried dough stick on the bed opened her eyes.
"Why are your eyes swollen?"
How can I not get swollen after counting odd and even numbers all night?
Chen Yun's hands flew skillfully, her fingertips moving deftly through her baby daughter's hair. She pulled the fishbone braids on both sides of her temples to the back of her head, stopping the long hair from falling like a waterfall.
Chi Yuanhang hummed a little tune. The newly renovated Fit carried his daughter out of the complex. The receptionist exclaimed, "Oh my!" Sitting in the passenger seat was the girl the young man had stuffed into the stroller last night.
As the saying goes, clothes make the man, and gold makes the Buddha. A young girl only needs to dress up a little to instantly become extremely beautiful.
"Your Uncle Shen is famous for his integrity. He will definitely accept any gift you give him." Chi Yuanhang warned, "Don't tell your Uncle Shen about his son."
Chi Leyou responded indifferently: "Yeah, I know."
Chi Yuanhang's thinking was actually quite simple. Shen Dahe had done him a favor, and he remembered it. It just so happened that his daughter had brought a lot of foreign specialties and asked the younger generation to give them as gifts to the elders. Even if Shen Dahe refused to accept them, he had to give the younger generation a favor.
Considering the particularity of Shen Dahe's profession, the three met in a teahouse.
As Chi Yuanhang expected, Shen Dahe politely declined the gift: "Hey! How can I accept that!"
"Uncle Shen," Chi Leyou said with a smile, "It's really not expensive. These are all my favorite foods. Give these dried cranberries to Auntie, and these chocolate truffles...for the rest of the family."
"No, no, how can I accept a gift from a child! Expenses abroad are high, don't waste money on others and spend it on yourself!"
"Uncle, I have a part-time job and I'm not short of money. These are my gifts to you." She pushed the gifts over.
Old classmates are not bad people. This is why Shen Dahe is willing to help Chi Yuanhang.
Shen Dahe looked at the Chi family father and daughter, and his eyes were full of envy. How could he have given birth to such a beautiful girl! Not only was she beautiful, but when she spoke, her voice rose naturally, and her soft Wu dialect made people unconsciously immersed in it.
My heart melted instantly.
"Does our Youyou have a partner?" Shen Dahe seemed nonchalant, but in fact, he was very concerned. Whether the brat is lucky or not depends on whether the girl is single!
Chi Leyou blushed instantly: "..."
How could Chi Yuanhang dare to marry someone so high?
Even if Shen Dahe's son is really interested in his daughter, that is their own business. Is it his turn to interfere?
In this day and age, parents’ orders are the most unacceptable thing.
Even if young people fall in love and eventually break up, as long as the relationship doesn't get too ugly, they can still sit down and drink tea with their old classmates and reminisce about the past.
Just let them be.
"I'm sorry, uncle, I'm sorry for being rude." Shen Dahe's cell phone rang. Fearing it was a work call, he went outside the box to answer it.
Chi Leyou stood up and left the table. He stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, scooped a handful of cold water on his face, and told himself to stay calm.
After calming down, she glanced at her phone and saw that the pig had been sending messages all night, asking her if she had thought it over.
She counted carefully, and found that Shen Che asked her 29 times in total.
If he asked again to make it an even number, then she would agree.
At this moment, Chen Che was silent. He was indeed a pig, and the sun was shining on his butt.
She walked along the wooden corridor, her eyes passing over the gold-plated numbers on the box door, trying hard to recall the box number.
A familiar voice came from the corner ahead.
It’s Shen Che’s father.
"My son just arrived yesterday and is still adjusting to the jet lag. He's quite tired too. Xiaohe, look..." Shen Dahe was troubled. Why don't you just forget it? You two are not suitable for each other.
The voice on the other end of the phone was clearly a girl's, and she spoke in a familiar tone: "Uncle Shen, is Che back? I'll come to your house to play with him later!"
Chi Leyou stopped.
"Ah, this..." Shen Dahe cursed the old man in his heart, "It's not convenient for my son."
"Uncle, what are you talking about? He's not in a good mood, but I am! I'll go find him!"
“…”
I don't know when the phone was hung up.
Shen Dahe met Chi Leyou's eyes.
"Uncle Shen." She called out, and the light in her eyes suddenly disappeared.
Shen Dahe exclaimed, "Oh!" and didn't know what was wrong with the girl.
He waved his phone, explaining to the younger generation for no apparent reason: "That was my son's kindergarten classmate. They grew up together. Our two families are old friends, and our backgrounds are similar. Xiaoxi's grandfather wanted to pair them up. Well, it's hard to explain young people's affairs. Right, Youyou?"
Chi Leyou: "Yeah."
The phone suddenly vibrated.
Chen Che sent the latest news——
Agree if the number is even: This is the 30th time, my ancestors, have you considered it?
She drooped her head, and the cold light from the screen illuminated her red eyes.
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