The strongest way to be narcissistic

Qiao Peicheng didn't choose to follow. Song Ange would at most be punished by Xiong Tianlong, so he wouldn't die. It just happened to make this idiot who is dying all day suffer a little bit and have a long memory.

Thinking about it, Qiao Peicheng felt a dull ache all over his body.

Leaving the noisy bar street, Qiao Peicheng stopped and exhaled a foul breath towards the empty front. Sure enough, the cold street is suitable for him now.

Qiao Peicheng took a few more steps forward and sat on the bench under the billboard, just sitting there motionless, neither playing with the phone nor looking around.It wasn't until a little radish head appeared in front of him that he turned his eyes away and stared at this child who appeared out of nowhere.

The other party's mouth was stained with a half circle of obvious cream, and he sucked his fingers happily, staring at his round eyes, curiously looking at Qiao Peisheng who had been stuck here for a long time.

Qiao Peisheng was attracted by the object in the other hand of the little boy.

Cupcakes in pink plastic packaging.

On his fifth birthday, he held this small cake and stood on the street with people coming and going, to welcome the fact that he was discarded.

This kind of small cake is his obsession, to be precise, it belongs to the obsession deep in Song Ange's soul.

It stands to reason that Song Ange would hate this kind of cake to appear in his field of vision again, but it was a proof that he was abandoned by his unreliable mother, and it was the embodiment of his childhood shadow.

In fact, Song Ange wanted to eat it deep down, because this cake not only bears the sadness of being abandoned, but also contains other more beautiful memories.

No matter how delicate and expensive cakes are, they can never be compared with this humble little cake.

As Song Ange, he didn't hate birthdays, but he just hated bad things that might happen on birthdays.

After all, Song Ange's so-called disgust is actually the expectation he doesn't want to face and the disappointment behind it.

Qiao Peicheng smiled what he thought was kind, lowered his body, and waved to the little boy, beckoning him to come over. "Little friend, where did you buy your cake, can you tell brother?"

The little boy stood still, picked up the half-eaten cake and continued to eat, staring at Qiao Peisheng while eating, but did not answer his question.

Qiao Peicheng didn't know how to deal with children, and was having a headache, how could he say anything? Suspected of child abduction.

After all, in this world, one cannot judge a person by his appearance.

"Maomao, mom told you to stay there. Mom just went to the bathroom and came out soon. Why are you so disobedient? What if the bad guys take you away? What do you ask mom to do?" The boy's mother scolded her child, At the same time, he used his peripheral vision to observe Qiao Peisheng, whose face remained unchanged.

Qiao Peicheng, who was regarded as a trafficker, rubbed his nose and dismissed the idea of ​​asking this woman where to buy cakes.He guessed that it should be around here, and if you search carefully, you will find it, and it is to make up for the obsession he didn't want to face when he was Song Ange.

at the same time.

The staff of the bar on this street basically knew that Xiong Yunhui was Xiong Tianlong's baby sister, and no one stopped her when they saw her enter the playground for adults in a bright student attire.

"I think about what kind of wine I want to drink?" The little girl looked at the bar counter, wondering what kind of wine to drink so as not to get drunk and lose her composure, completely ignoring the bartender's little expression of being in a dilemma.

He really didn't dare to mix drinks for this little girl.

"Drink it! Give her an orange juice." Song Ange thought about Xiong Yunhui's thoughts.

Are you kidding me, this little girl still wants to drink?If he really drank it, he would be in bad luck.Looking at the three inseparable big men in the distance, Jue Bi reported to Xiong Tianlong just now, and that beloved girl madman will definitely arrive later.

He is not stupid to let Xiong Yunhui drink at this juncture.

"Didn't you say to drink together?" Xiong Yunhui finally caught the opportunity to taste the wine, but Song Ange refused.

"I drink, you don't know what to drink?" Song Ange asked for a case of beer, after all, he couldn't afford the expensive ones.

"Hmph." The little girl raised her chin reluctantly, and looked at Song Ange who was opening the bottle with her teeth. She thought that if the teeth would collapse immediately, Song Ange who had lost his teeth...

Thinking about that funny scene, Xiong Yunhui covered her mouth and laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" After Song Ange finished speaking, the wine in his hand was already half filled. Because of the excessive filling, a few drops of wine overflowed from the corner of his mouth and slid down the curve of his neck. A wave of ruffian anger made Xiong Yunhuichun's heart twitch, and he scorched his face and sucked the orange juice.

How could Song Ange be so handsome?Bad and handsome.

The little girl regained her composure, and replied with a smile, "You guess."

"What's wrong." Song Ange is not Xiong Yunhui or someone else, so he is too lazy to play this kind of ambiguous flirting trick.

Xiong Yunhui knew that she would encounter a cold face here, so she didn't take it to heart at all, and continued to take out the gifts that hadn't been given before, put them on the table, and pushed them along the table to Song Ange.

"I drank it all with you, you should accept it, right?"

I really don't know whether the little girl's perseverance is an advantage or a disadvantage?

Song Ange bottomed out the second bottle, put down the empty bottle, picked up the box under his eyelids, and shook it. "Thanks."

With this appearance, he obviously didn't intend to take it apart to have a look.According to what kind of broken etiquette, doesn't it mean that you can't open the gift in front of the giver?He still knows something.

The little girl didn't even look at Song Ange, and asked, "Why don't you dismantle it?"

She just wanted to see Song Ange's expression on opening the gift, at least to let her know if she liked it or not.

Song Ange raised his eyebrows. "You want me to tear it down?"

When the little girl nodded sharply, Song Ange followed her will and opened the outer packaging, and then pushed open the packaging box of the thing itself, not to mention it was quite heavy, and saw a black pen with a silver border inside.

Xiong Yunhui looked forward to it. "How is it? Do you like it?"

Song Ange had a weird expression, looked up at Xiong Yunhui, who hesitated to speak, then picked up the pen and turned it flexibly in his hand, saying: "This is the only function it has in my hand, and there are a lot of substitutes."

Turning pens can be done with just a pen worth one or two yuan. This pen can tell that the price is not cheap at first glance. It would be a bit extravagant and painful to turn it, not to mention flying.

"Aren't you going to take the college entrance examination in a few days? This can be regarded as my blessing to you." Song Ange finished the college entrance examination, and Xiong Yunhui was about to enter the difficult third year of high school.

"I think you are mocking me." Song Ange put the pen back into the box, and said with a half-smile, "Everyone knows who I am, Song Ange. Do you think the college entrance examination is meaningful to me?"

"Of course, it is a part of our youth no matter what. Whether it is good or bad, it is just a written grade at a certain stage, and it does not deny your future possibility." Xiong Yunhui said clearly. "What other people think of you is their business, but you can't think of yourself that way. And, I'm not going to be unfairly biased against you like they are."

No one is perfect, good and bad are the basic characteristics that a flesh and blood person should have.In her heart, Song Ange is a very good person with many shortcomings but also many advantages.Because she likes Song Ange, she is willing to accept his shortcomings, but also good at discovering his strengths.

"What does a kid know?" Song Ange scoffed, and continued to drink quietly without saying anything.

After more than an hour, Xiong Tianlong really arrived.He thought he would see a drunk and careless younger sister, but when he came to the scene, he only saw Song Ange lying on the table as if he had fainted from drunkenness, while his younger sister was staring foolishly through the scattered wine bottles. Looking at the other person's hair, there is a glass of unfinished orange juice next to him.

This kid is quite interesting.

"Go home after seeing enough." Xiong Tianlong angrily stepped forward and pulled his sister's back collar.His sister is a weakling, and he can lift her feet off the ground with one hand.Of course, he was reluctant to do so.

"How can I see enough?" Xiong Yunhui, who was fascinated by watching, answered casually when she heard the voice, and when she realized whose voice it was, the little girl immediately laughed dryly. "Brother, why are you here?"

"What do you think?" Xiong Tianlong's eyes fell heavily on Song Ange who was lying motionless on the table.

"I'll go back with you after I send Song Ange home." Xiong Yunhui pointed at Song Ange, she was worried about leaving him here alone.

The little girl could see that Song Ange had something on her mind today, otherwise how could she drink to such a degree.

"No need." The person who answered was Song Ange, who had already raised his head from the table, not seeing the two siblings leaving in the other direction. "I'm not drunk, let's go."

"But..." Xiong Tianlong snorted coldly what Xiong Yunhui wanted to say, but she gritted her teeth and ran to Song Ange. "Are you all right?"

"It's long-winded, it's okay if you say it's okay." Song Ange's tone was impatient, and it was impossible for him to tell this little girl if something happened.

Xiong Yunhui could only get out of the way and said, "Then be careful, don't walk back, take a taxi."

When her eyes landed on the previous place, the gift she gave was still there.

The little girl sighed, puffed up her cheeks and stuffed the gift back into the handbag again.

People visited the thatched cottage three times to invite Zhuge Liang, but she still didn't send out the gift three times, so depressed to death.

Is Song Ange drunk?

He felt that he was not drunk, but in fact he was not clearly drunk. He was so dizzy that he had no ability to think at all, and bumped into the shoulders of many people with his unsteady steps along the way.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Song Ange suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, and he needed to sit down and rest for a while.

There was a bus stop ahead, Song Ange wobbled over there and sat down on the bench.He closed his eyes, rubbed his aching head, and took out his mobile phone to check the time. In his blurred vision, the screen of the mobile phone showed that it was 10:[-] at this time, and there were still [-] minutes before his broken coming-of-age ceremony would pass.

After sitting for 10 minutes, he took a taxi to go back.

A gust of wind blew, and something was blown off by the wind. It happened to land at Song Ange's feet. It was a transparent plastic cover, and something seemed to be stuck on it.

Song Ange belatedly looked to the side, not knowing when a person was sitting, maybe this person was already sitting here before he came.

This person should be looking at him.Because of being drunk, Song Ange saw double images of everything, and couldn't see this person's face at all.

Song Ange glanced down from the corner of his eye, and saw something familiar on the other side's hand. He couldn't see it clearly and wanted to figure out what it was, so he could only squint his eyes and lean over to observe.

His consciousness became unclear in an instant, causing him to lose his focus, and his body suddenly fell down, face down, directly hitting the man's powerful thighs, or between the roots.

The ghost knows why he happened to meet Song Ange's Qiao Peisheng, his demeanor became distorted in this second, and his heart: I'm so cute!

Chicken hurts! ! !