Shigeaki

Chongming felt that the one he thought was not far away, and the one Jing Hai thought was not far away, there was a big cognitive gap.

The car drove out of the range of Hua Mao's villa, turned a corner and stopped in front of another villa.

"Here we are." Jing Hai got out of the car and opened the door.

Chongming opened his mouth wide, looked at the pudding in his hand, he didn't finish any pudding, so it's here?

Turning to ask the senior brother for confirmation, he saw that the senior brother was staring at him in a daze, um, to be exact, it was the pudding in his hand.

"Senior brother?" Senior brother... want to eat?

Wei Shufang really wanted to eat it, but not the one that Chongming thought he wanted to eat. He was a little unhappy. He peeled the orange and gave it to his younger brother, but he didn’t expect his younger brother to give half of it to him. He was very happy. It was the first time someone was willing to share with him unconditionally.

Reciprocity, he split the last remaining two petals into two, one for each person, the younger brother didn't dislike it, he was even happier, but he made pudding for the younger brother in the same way, but the younger brother didn't give him half.

It was different from the script he had in mind, and he wasn't very happy.

But he has always kept his emotions secret. In the eyes of outsiders, happy and unhappy are the same expression. According to Hua Mao, Brother Wei is scary when he is not smiling, and scary when he smiles.

But strangely, Chongming could feel that he was not happy.

He looked at the senior brother and then at the pudding, and suddenly he was so blessed that he picked up the plastic spoon and scooped up almost all the rest, and held it in front of the senior brother: "Senior brother."

Very good, the younger brother gave it to him. Although he didn't think of him until the last sip, it was still under his reminder, but he was still thinking about him.

Eat it, sharing the same spoon with others is unacceptable to him.

Don't eat it, this is the wish of the younger brother, and he can't refuse it, what if the younger brother thinks that he despises him?Although he really dislikes it, no, he doesn't dislike his junior brother, he just dislikes his junior brother's used spoon, no, no, he dislikes someone else's used spoon, forget it, anyway, if his junior brother feels sad because of his refusal, what should I do?What should I do if I am sad?What should I do if I don't share an orange with him again?

But he couldn't overcome the physical disgust of sharing a spoon with others.

He struggled, hesitated, and hesitated.

To eat or not to eat, at this moment, for Mr. Wei, it is more difficult than deciding whether Tianliang Wang Po or not.

Chongming didn't know that his senior brother had already broken through the sky with his brain. He held it up for a while and saw that his senior brother hadn't moved. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Hua Mao getting out of the car, so he took back the spoon and ate it in one bite. He said vaguely, "Get out of the car first. Don't make everyone wait."

Maybe he misunderstood the meaning of the senior brother, maybe the senior brother didn't want to eat pudding but...

He cleaned up the last bit of residue, and handed the transparent and beautiful pudding bottle to the senior brother. He understood that what the senior brother wanted must be this bottle!

"It turns out that senior brother also thinks this bottle looks good. I originally planned to keep it for things. Since senior brother likes it, I will give it to senior brother."

Wei Shufang was startled, he took it over cautiously while heaving a sigh of relief, the previous displeasure was swept away.Obviously, in Mr. Wei's opinion, it is not important to eat the pudding, but to be shared, not to mention the whole bottle, even the bottle cap is fine.

Shock!Boss Wei actually has such a hobby!Is this a loss of morality or a distortion of human nature? !

Huamao felt numb in his heart, thinking that tomorrow, no, he could go to UC Toutiao to report on it now.

In comparison, Jing Hai was much calmer than him. He closed the car door and led the way dutifully: "I'll open the door first."

The villa in front of me is indeed owned by the boss, but to be precise, it is only one of the several residences of the boss, not even the ones that the boss usually lives in, so there is no servant, and only someone is hired to clean it regularly.

As a qualified assistant, Jing Hai is familiar with the door password, leading everyone into the house. After all, for Mr. Wei, who has countless assets, there are too many houses, and it is impossible to remember every structure clearly. .

After a few phone calls, the originally quiet and cold villa became bustling with servants and housekeepers, all the equipment that should be equipped.

Soon the table in the living room was filled with cakes and candies in front of Chongming, fruit in front of Uncle Wei, nuts in front of Huamao, and all kinds of snacks in other spaces.

Chongming was dazzled, he peeled off a candy and suppressed his shock, hiss, it was so sour.

For a moment, he held it on the tip of his tongue, spit it out or swallowed it, and his face wrinkled into a ball.

Huamao peeled a pistachio and threw it into his mouth. Seeing this, he teased and said, "Hey, have you tasted sour? This brand of candy is delicious, but you have to pick the flavor. The taste, the sourness, hehe..."

The sharp teeth couldn't take it anymore, so he simply crunched it like taking medicine, and swallowed it with a mouthful of orange juice.

He quickly took another piece of cake to suppress the taste.

Looking at this plate of colorful candies again, the roots of my teeth ache.

It was still early, even before lunch, everyone was sitting in the living room watching TV and chatting with each other.

Huamao was very curious about Chongming, and asked a lot of roundabout questions. Chongming didn't know to lie, unless the master told him what he couldn't tell and what he didn't know, and he answered everything in every detail.

Seeing that Wei Shufang didn't stop him, Hua Mao chatted deeper and deeper: "...I see, so you came to find your fiancée."

Chongming was about to go back to him when he suddenly saw a familiar face on TV, it was Zhang Yiyao, she seemed to have lost some weight, and she had lost the sense of deliberately speaking with the reporter before, she seemed a lot calmer, remembering As Lu Lixuan said, Zhang Yiyao has been guiding fans to be better on Weibo recently. Whether it is really regretful or frightened, it is always a good thing to guide fans to be better.

"What? You like Zhang Yiyao?" Hua Mao laughed.

Chongming shook his head: "No, I don't like her."

In Chongming's understanding, an idol is a symbol of being admired and loved by people, and it should bring positive meaning to people, encouraging those who believe in idols to work hard towards the beautiful characteristics of idols, but he has learned from Zhang Sihan and What Zhang Yiyao sees is exactly the opposite, uh, but from a certain point of view, Zhang Sihan is indeed working hard towards Zhang Yiyao, if cursing is considered a major trait.

Of course Zhang Sihan has her faults, but Zhang Yiyao also has faults. Since she has gained fans' admiration and stood at a high place, she should shoulder the responsibilities of an idol, especially her fans are mostly teenagers and girls. According to Master, these things can be turned into merit. For a good idol, the more positive meaning fans get from him, the more merit he will get.

On the contrary, just like Zhang Yiyao, her meritorious deeds failed, and her karma was carried instead, so there is a reason for her not being popular, even those celebrities who became popular, the evil they did in the past, and the cycle of karma will always make him return in some way. Come back, or family or children, or fall down the altar again.

Chongming told Hua Mao about Zhang Yiyao, and dragged him into the Long Aotian group by the way.

After hearing this, Hua Mao sighed repeatedly: "So, the one who cheated and divorced a few days ago, and the little fresh meat that was exposed last night, are all retribution? Tsk tsk, I really don't believe it. Look up, God forgive me Who, the guns that I had an appointment with at the beginning are all tears today."

"Huh?" He suddenly seemed to think of something, "But there are some that are fine until now, such as that cough—"

"The what?" Jing Hai answered.

Huamao coughed lightly: "This one involves personal privacy, so I won't talk about it. After all, the company's artistes are not, so you can't expose your shortcomings."

Jing Hai rolled his eyes.

Chong Ming had no interest in these stars, after all, he bumped into Zhang Yiyao right after he came down the mountain, which completely shattered his longing for stars.

He said: "It depends on the individual's fortune. Some people have deep fortunes. They have accumulated good merits in previous lives and have no worries in this life. However, after squandering, they still have to settle their bills when they go down."

What Hua Mao said made sense to him: "That's right, it seems that that so-and-so just didn't recharge enough in the previous life. You see, when you were young, you were in a hurry, but when you got old, either there was something wrong with your son or your own body. There is a problem, so to speak, I have to make a good calculation and try to recharge more blessings before the end of this life, and it doesn’t matter in the next life, as long as one of my wishes can be fulfilled.”

"what?"

Hua Mao brushed the broken hair in front of his forehead, and raised his chin proudly: "Of course it's my extremely handsome face. It doesn't matter if I don't have money, it doesn't matter if I have an arm or a broken leg, but I must not lose my handsome face!"

"Ah bah!" Jing Hai bounced a melon seed shell, and landed firmly and firmly on Hua Mao's forehead.

"You—" Hua Mao went crazy.

Chongming nodded seriously: "Yes, your face will definitely stay."

"Huh?" Hua Mao took the vase and gave a pause.

"Because you are a peach blossom." If it was someone else, he might not be sure, but for a peach blossom person, even if his appearance does not increase, it will never decrease, and it is still life after life.

"Peach Blossom Life?"

"Well, you are born with a peach blossom. If I guess correctly, you must have been very attractive since you were young. There must be many people who have confessed to you, and even if you don't like them, they will not blame you. I will also excuse you, and there will be no such thing as peach blossom evil, and it is not like those who deliberately try to recruit peach blossoms, which may have side effects."

The more Chongming talked, the more he envied him. If he had a peach blossom life, Xiaofang would have become his wife.

"Really?!" Huamao's peach eyes were full of light, and in Chongming's eyes, the big pink flower on the back of his head trembled three times, "So, if I confess to someone else, she will definitely accept it? "

"Uh..." Chongming was stunned for a moment, "This, strangers definitely won't work, and someone who clearly hates you... probably won't do either."

"Of course not." Two red clouds floated on Huamao's cheeks, and there was obvious shyness on that flamboyant face, "How could my little Yueyue be a stranger? Little Yueyue is someone I like. Ever since I met The first time I saw her, I fell in love with her, so I just said, how could someone not like me, Xiao Yueyue must be shy, I will go to her right now! Sorry, I will definitely be back before dinner!"

Said hurriedly rushed out the door.

Chongming opened his mouth, and chose to peel off a candy to suppress his shock. This time, he read the instructions on the candy paper in advance, and the sweet taste instantly overflowed his lips and teeth.

But who will tell him what to do if the client runs away halfway?

The author has something to say: update!

Brother: why don't you wash up and sleep.