[Shanshan is here] Please give me more advice for the rest of my life

Xiao Wu took my hand and walked into the room.

He has done such movements so smoothly in recent days that I couldn't help being a little surprised, but the person concerned looked upright and moved naturally, and he didn't notice the slightest bit of deliberation. I didn't even bother to care about it.

In desperation, I had no choice but to laugh and cry: Now the status of a loving couple is confirmed, as if seeing all kinds of pots falling from the sky.

Tsk, it's too bad.

Han Chen once teased him with contempt after a routine quarrel: "Is it necessary to pull so tightly? Can she still lose it under your nose?"

I thought that I was probably just an innocent prop at the moment, and I just touched my nose with my free hand.

Mr. Xiao didn't even blink his eyes, he just led me and said to Meng Kai who was behind him without turning his head, "Change the itinerary, from three o'clock the day after tomorrow to ten o'clock tomorrow."

I saw Han Chen's smile froze on his face.

Sometimes, I'm actually very curious about what kind of handle Xiao Wu has on him.

A bastard who is cynical, reckless, and takes pleasure in teasing others, will be deflated for the same reason countless times, showing such an expression like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, how can people not be surprised?

After all, the person or thing that can make evildoers exhaust themselves and avoid them is really amazing!

Xiao Wu didn't speak. Since I was being led, I didn't have to worry about the direction and where I was going. I walked carelessly along the way, watching him lead me around a corner, through a corridor, and then stopped at the door of a room.

That slender hand was on the doorknob, but for some reason it didn't move. I didn't react, and before I opened my mouth, I saw him suddenly turn around and smile at me: "What are you thinking?"

During this period of time, he laughed more than before, even though Xiao's matter had already caused a lot of trouble in the city, even though he was almost so busy that he didn't even have time to eat and sleep.

In my mind, I was irresponsibly guessing the reason why that monstrous pianist could be caught without a fight, but I was dazzled by this smile, and unconsciously answered: "Han Chen."

"..."

I saw Young Master Xiao's smile cracking on his face.

I:"……"

This can definitely be regarded as one of the most embarrassing moments in my life. I think I should explain something, but I don’t know how to say it. When I want to cry but have no tears, I feel that Mr. Xiao’s face now matches a certain moment. Han Chen has the same tricks but the same effect. It's really harmful to be distracted after a while. How will it end now.

Mr. Xiao's complexion has returned to normal, and he said lightly: "Oh."

He opened the door and entered the room.

This reaction was really calm and tense. I looked at his unfathomable face and then at my empty hands, but I couldn't help but feel my scalp tingle.

Misfortune comes out of the mouth, the ancients never deceived me.

Sure enough, Mr. Xiao never spoke to me again, and he didn't have a bad face. He sat on the carpet with his legs bent, and leaned on the sofa to read a book.

I knew I was wrong, so I had no choice but to talk dryly, "The butler just sent it. The grapes and lychees are very sweet."

"Oh."

I:"……"

I failed to strike up a conversation, so I had no choice but to sit down beside him, imitate his appearance, and find a book to read.

Before I finished reading a page, I felt the phone vibrate crazily.

Facts have proved that the saying of being afraid of what will come is by no means unreasonable, so that when I saw the name on the screen, my hands trembled.

Mr. Xiao raised his head from the book, and gave me a slight look. I felt chills down my spine from this look. When I came back to my senses, I realized that I had already pressed the hang up button in a hurry.

It's just a guilty conscience, it's obviously a very simple matter, why does it look like it's trying to hide it?

Probably because the phone couldn't get through, the other party started to shift the battlefield. When I opened WeChat, I saw more than a dozen unread voice messages.

I glanced at Mr. Xiao who was concentrating on reading, and turned down the volume to the minimum.

Just put the mobile phone to the ear, and then heard a burst of howling, accompanied by the sound of water and the noise of various things: "Hey, what's going on??"

"What are you two doing?? Breaking into private houses in the middle of the night?!"

"Where's Xiao Wu? Meng Kai was ordered by you, right?! How did I feel sorry for you?!"

"Hey, hey, what kind of operation is it to force someone out of the bathtub!!!"

I was stunned for a while, and after reacting, I was a little dumbfounded.

The movement in the voice is still going on, and it looks like a mess of chickens and dogs jumping around, and it is quite picture-like when put together.

I sneaked a look at Mr. Xiao's face, half of his face was hidden behind the book, he was concentrating on it, and his expression was outrageously upright.

Although, based on my understanding of his reading speed, it's probably time for him to turn the page now.

I looked at him carefully for a long time before I said with some amusement, "Mr. Xiao?"

"what?"

"Will Meng Kai come to pick us up tomorrow?"

Going on like this is afraid that it will not be conducive to driving safety tomorrow.

Mr. Xiao turned a page of the book calmly: "Yes."

I:"……"

If it wasn't for my sanity, I might really be tempted to pat his head.

It's kind of cute to do something like this in such a serious and serious way.

Of course, I still dare not say.

It took me a long time to control my expression: "I made a reservation at the restaurant today, but I didn't seem to be able to make it."

Mr. Xiao's hand flipping through the book obviously paused for a while, and he raised his eyes slightly just now, and finally he no longer had that inscrutable look: "I'll go tomorrow."

"Okay," I laughed, "Isn't fatigue driving really bad?"

Mr. Xiao made a voice call on my mobile phone without changing his face: "Meng Kai, it's okay."

I:"……"

A great god is a great god, and he can do everything with confidence.

The matter finally ended with the pianist Han Da's heart-piercing roar and imageless roar. By the way, he aggressively issued tomorrow's single challenge book.

The young master next to me didn't even frown, closed the dialog box calmly, and said lightly, "Sleep."

I silently lit a row of wax for Han Chen in my heart.

I came to Xiao Wu's room in the old house early in the morning, but it was the first time to stay overnight. In the past, even if it was a bit late, I would go back after dinner.

He never said that he would stay, neither did the old man or anyone else, even though he grew up in the old house, even though his room was clearly cleaned every day.

So much so that right now, I'm not used to it. I closed my eyes for a long while in a daze, and didn't even know when I fell asleep.

I had a dream. In the dream, for a while, it was the cruelty of tit-for-tat fighting on the chessboard. When I came to the balcony, Xiao Wu smiled helplessly, looked at me with tolerance and interest as I struggled to find another way, and after that, I was in a dilemma, there was no way to escape, and there was no way out.

It was midnight when I woke up, and Mr. Xiao was sleeping next to me, with one arm around my waist, breathing long.

I calmed down my breath, sighed just now, carefully removed his hand, and got out of bed, thinking a little funny in my heart, in my impression, his sleeping appearance is very well-behaved, but it seems that I am more well-behaved by looking at it this way .

My mind was in chaos, I was worried about waking people up, so naturally I wouldn't turn on the light, sat at the foot of the bed for a long time, and decided to go to the balcony to blow the air.

It's still raining outside, but it's already much smaller. Accompanied by the dim street lamps and the occasional wind, it's quite a damp and cold mood. However, I can neither write poems nor prose, so I can only put the clothes on my body. Tightened some.

In the end, I didn't do anything, I just went through the whole endgame in my head, tried every possibility I thought, and finally came to the same conclusion.

In the end, I thought it was funny. I obviously hate doing useless work, but I was studying some chess moves in the middle of the night. I really should sleep well.