As he continued his rambling, Rong Shang raised her fist, a half-smile playing on her lips, and asked, "Then do you even know what this is?"
One gesture was enough to scare him away.
Hua Beixing quickly fled and sat down on the single sofa diagonally opposite.
He straightened his collar, as if he was very dissatisfied with his outfit.
Rong Shang saw the look of disgust on his face.
"Girls should be gentler."
Don't hit or kick people all the time; that will make you disliked.
Rong Shang sneered, "If you want someone gentle, there are plenty of them out there. Go find one then."
See if you can find it.
They dare to provoke those who are vulnerable.
One sentence was enough to shut him up.
Hua Beixing tugged at his collar, slightly annoyed, and said, "Go change your clothes. I'm not going to stoop to your level."
He changed his clothes and came down shortly after.
Rong Shang subconsciously looked up when she heard the sound. He was wearing a flashy shirt, and his bangs were combed up and styled with hairspray.
It's obvious that this is a completely different style from the morning.
He'd be more suited to going clubbing dressed like that.
Rong Chang glanced at it and then looked away.
I don't really want to talk to him.
But then, while she was watching TV, this guy actually started dancing in front of her.
What kind of dance?
Judging from his uncoordinated movements, he'd be better suited for disco dancing.
"Hey, don't block my view."
The man wouldn't listen. He even stood on tiptoe in front of her and imitated her dancing ballet, saying, "I heard you teach dance. Do you think my movements are standard?"
Rong Shang glanced at it, "..."
what to do?
It's both funny and infuriating.
"I'll say it again, move aside."
"Can you take a look and tell me if this is how you dance, spinning around like that?"
"..." Rong Changren.
She thought this guy really deserved a beating.
A minute later, she rushed up and pulled him to the back.
Who knew that the pungent scent of his perfume would waft over on the wind, and Rong Shang exhaled.
"Hahahaha." Hua Beixing laughed loudly.
Then he stood on tiptoe again and started singing, "Lulala lulala..."
Enough is enough; there's no need to endure it any longer.
Rong Shang grabbed his shoulders and pressed him down hard, then she reached out and haphazardly rubbed his head a few times.
Hua Beixing shouted anxiously, "Hey, don't touch my hair!"
You can't touch it, right?
Rong Shang deliberately teased him a few more times.
My hair, which had just been styled, was now in clumps standing up and clumps falling apart.
She couldn't help but laugh as she looked at it.
Hua Beixing's face darkened. "Hey, that's enough."
He shoved her away.
Who knew she would rush up again and ruffle his hair a few more times.
Hua Beixing was so angry that his face turned red.
Looking at her beautiful face, he even raised his fist as if to hit her.
But Rong Shang had already walked away by then.
"..."
Are you angry? Are you annoyed?
Rong Shang wanted to let him know that he was just as annoying as he had been.
After a while, Huabei Star calmed down.
Around 11 o'clock, Rong Shang went upstairs and realized she had left her phone behind.
He ran down to get it again.
When we got to the first floor, he was still in the same position, and his hair was still messy.
He rested his chin on one hand, seemingly lost in thought.
Rong Shang noticed that his eyes were red.
Seriously? All I did was mess with his hair, and he's going to cry?
Finding it inexplicably funny, Rong Shang waved her hand in front of him, "Hua Xichen, I only messed with your hair, you don't have to be like this."
As soon as she finished speaking, he grabbed her hand.
The man slowly raised his head, his eyes sharp. "My name is not Hua Xichen."
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