don't date a gangster

"Hey," after entering the door, I lay down on the sofa, watched Song Xuegong sit aside and began to pick vegetables, and took the opportunity to say bitterly: "Brother, I didn't say you, look, what's so good about liking a man, man It’s hard to the touch, and it doesn’t feel good at all, and you have to bear public opinion and family pressure outside, and you can’t give birth to a baby.”

"..." Song Xuegong gave me a blank look: "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, don't worry, with your half-finished product, our parents won't force you to inherit the family."

Me: "Ha..."

"Ahem." I tugged at the corners of my mouth, bit my tongue, and activated my stiff facial nerves: "Well, it's okay if you like men, of course there's nothing shameful about it, your brother and I...cough cough... If you really love, There is no difference between being above and being below."

Song Xuegong: "Hehe." Rolling his eyes.

Well, maybe the name caused trouble, my name is Xuewen, his name is Xuegong, so my handwriting is very beautiful, and I am soft and weak, so I become a big master, a muscular man.

"But, that..." When I think of the movie called [National Male God], I feel a sense of embarrassment. The main embarrassment is the ending. Xiao Shou is dead, woo woo, well, the more embarrassing thing is: "The movie ticket is set by that guy called Xiaobai, right?"

Song Xue'Gong' said lightly: "Well, what's the matter."

Me: "Look, what kind of movies are those, the other party must have something wrong with you, brother, listen to my brother's advice, if you really can't get back, you must remember not to find a hooligan to fall in love with."

"Ha ha."

I shudder when I think of Ling Hao: "And what's more, you can't fall in love with a handsome hooligan, and what's even more terrifying is that the other party is handsome, rich, romantic, and has a n Quiet golden gun!"

I was so scared, I broke out in a cold sweat as I said it! !

"..." Song Xuegong threw down half of the vegetables in his hand, "You are showing off to me, Song Xuewen."

I quickly waved my hands: "No, no, I'm really doing it for your own good."

I saw Song Xuegong looking at me domineeringly: "By the way, I forgot to say, brother, you are suffering, but I am attacking, so your persuasion like this is not convincing."

"..."

"Also, don't worry, I won't let my Xiaobai hurt like this." Song Xuegong looked at my lower body and said, "Besides, my Xiaobai is not as weak as you."

I:……

Well, in my house, my dad is 1.7 meters eight, and my brother is not satisfied now, and he has grown to 1.7 meters eight.

My mother is 1.6 meters, and I am 20 years old, only 1.6 meters five.

Sometimes I have to say, this gene is really a bully! ! ! ! ! !

Although I obviously follow my mother, I look as beautiful as a flower, ying ying ying~~~

"Song Xuewen, come down and get the courier, Song Xuewen..."

Suddenly there was a roar from downstairs, and the little brother who delivered the courier called me by my name!

Well, Grandpa is very used to it.

When my father was in junior high school, my mother loved online shopping, and she asked the courier company to deliver the goods on Saturdays and Sundays, with my name written all over the express, so that I had to run errands without her telling me.

So I didn't grow taller, which is definitely the reason.

I once again bitterly called Song Xuewen, who is 1.7 meters eight: "Hey, tall brother with long legs, go down and get the express delivery!"

"Don't even think about it, whoever's name is called will go down and get it." Song Xuegong picked up the vegetable bowl and walked into the kitchen.

"Damn it! You rebelled!" I yelled: I said exactly the same thing as the old hag, as expected of a mother and son! !

After a while I heard the sound of a horn, but it sounded like a tricycle delivering a courier, rather like a car.

The sound is particularly coquettish.

Moreover, this rhythm is inexplicably familiar: Ba... Baba... Baba... Baba... Baba...

It is very regular, very annoying, and makes people feel the urge to run to the window and throw a stone! ! !

Sure enough, Song Xuegong quickly poked his head out from the kitchen door, not like my own younger brother: "Hey, Song Xueshou, your handsome, rich, romantic temperament, rogue and golden gun are pressing you every day." That pretentious man you hey yo hey yo honked the horn again downstairs, so if you don't want to eat this hot pot, just say so, and I'll invite senior Xiaobai to come over and eat."

I:"……"

The author has something to say:

This courier, hehehe, is not simple.