Rebirth of the giants face brushing system

Sloppy, lazy thinking is mostly compared with a negative and pessimistic attitude towards life.

But for the blond man, laziness is a philosophy of life and a blessing, so he has no psychological pressure to be lazy, as long as he works a little harder, attends Kou Qiu's wedding as a flower girl with Greed, or is caught by curiosity when he steals money. The face of the target he stole, the source of this tragedy, can be killed in the cradle.

The little partner on the opposite side was ready to go, even wearing white gloves.

"How do we start, drugged or tricked?"

"Why bother?" The person opposite laughed softly, "It's just a girl, apart from being a little taller, there's nothing to worry about."

He was so lazy that he didn't even want to raise his eyelids, but he was full of interest in kidnapping Hei Changzhi, "You mean robbery?"

"Charm." As he spoke, the person on the other side stood up, lazily paid the bill with the money from Kou Jiashun, and followed.

Opposite of the road

The peddler handed the packed red dates to Kou Jixiang, "It's 12 yuan and five in total."

Kou Jixie was about to take out the money, when a beautiful hand stretched out beside him, "I'll pay the fifty cents."

The man who spoke smiled warmly. Although it was dusk, he was as radiant as the handsome Apollo.

The peddler was stunned. What day is it today? First, a man with a very respectable status drove a luxury car to buy dates, and now there is a man with such an outstanding appearance who is willing to pay him a fraction.

Laziness frowns, hardworking guy is not willing to spend money to pick up girls.

Diligent stared at Kou Jixiang affectionately, took the bag from the peddler's hand first, and slowly brought it in front of Kou Jixiang, "Hey, it's your red dates, don't forget to mention it."

Kou Jixiang just took the red dates, his face remained indifferent as usual.

Qin Gong stretched out his hand first, "Hello, I think you are very special, I want to get to know you."

The only thing that responded to him was a passing figure. Hardworking didn't seem to mind his indifference at all, and introduced himself several times enthusiastically and generously, "Aite."

He was so tight that Kou Jixiang finally stopped and looked at him, "No Q, Q from Mo Shangren."

After speaking, he left.

Aite was stunned for a moment, until there was a lazy muffled laughter behind him, he turned his head and said viciously, "Shut up."

Laziness continued to laugh indifferently, "I told you not to have a strange name, do you want to hit me?"

Aite ignored him, standing still and thinking about what to do.

The sky began to drizzle.

The corner of Aite's mouth slowly curled up into a smile, and trotted to Kou Jixiang's side, "Hey, we met again on a rainy day."

Kou Jixie, who had only seen him more than ten seconds ago, walked his own way.

Aite took off his coat and wanted to help the other party cover his head, but he found that there was still a distance between his height and he could only reach it by clicking on his toes. His posture was not very elegant and he had to give up.

At this time, he blamed Kou Qiu very much, it's nothing more than suffering, the height genes are not strong yet, doesn't this drive people to death?

Seeing that Kou Jixiang was about to get into the car, Aite was about to grab Kou Jixiang's wrist and take him away forcibly, adhering to the principle that the fat sheep he got could not be lost.

His fingertips touched the cold skin, and before he could open his palm, he was backhanded by the opponent, and the sudden attack made him stagger.

"Delicious enough." Aite licked the corner of his mouth, his eyes glistening with bloodlust.

Hei Changzhi's force value is beyond the charts. It tastes good and is strong enough!

Aite's movements are small and tricky, like a snake's drive, cunning and deadly, while his opponent's movements are extremely simple, fast and precise, and in the blink of an eye, it turns into a sharp black shadow. Before he can react, Hei Ying retracted his wrist suddenly, he was only surprised by the speed, and he was completely subdued when he woke up again.

"Who sent you here?" A deep male voice rang in his ear.

It turned out that he wasn't going unorthodox, playing with neutral dress, but a genuine man.Aite, who kicked the iron plate, rolled his eyes, "I just think you are a good fit, and I want to make friends."

The car door opened with a bang, and Aite thought he would be knocked out and taken away. The next second, he felt a sharp pain in his chest—he was pressed firmly on the door frame, and continued to exert force as he subdued the hands of others. , Aite felt the air in the chest cavity pass by a little bit.

"Ask one last time, who sent you here."

"Lazy," the opponent's hand loosened a little, allowing him to speak a complete sentence. Aite couldn't care less about breathing, and shouted hoarsely, "Lazy, don't come to help!"

The blond man held a lollipop in his mouth, and felt a sharp gaze cast on him.

"A gang?"

The blond man had a cute expression, puffed out his white and tender cheeks, and shook his head innocently.

"I passed by by accident."

"Fuck!" Aite couldn't hold back his curse.

"Then," Kou Jixie turned his gaze back to Aite, "the opportunity has already been given, and since you don't want to say it, there is no need to speak again."

"Hairball?" Aite looked at the car, and suddenly said these two words inexplicably, because he was too surprised, his body relaxed a little, "Is this... bought by Kou Qiu?"

He followed Kou Qiu before, and the other party seemed to have bought this in a department store. Although it was a common plush toy, this batch was imported from Germany and made by hand. There were no more than ten of them in the whole city.

Kou Qiu bought five at a time, and he remembered that one of the five was in the shape of this animal.

The chubby raccoon sat quietly in the passenger seat, cute and cute.

Aite was horrified immediately. Where did this pervert come from? He treated the bear like a baby, and even put on a seat belt.

Hearing Kou Qiu's name, Kou Jixie let go of his hand, and Aite's legs were a little weak because he was on the door frame for too long.

"Know Kou Qiu?"

Aite didn't admit it directly, but asked, "Could it be possible that you also know each other?"

Kou Jixiang's tone was very light, but his voice was indeed authoritative, "I am his father."

Aite was taken aback, then shook his hand, "Are you making an international joke, you don't look alike at all."

After finishing speaking, he laughed a few times, completely oblivious to the cold air emanating from Kou Jixie's body as soon as he finished speaking, which made Lazy hide quietly behind the nearby electric pole.

It's a pity that Aite is still immersed in the presumptuous smile and can't help himself. He looked at Kou Jixie, "The eyebrows, the eyes, the high nose bridge, and the thin lips, it seems that they were carved out of two different molds."

Speaking of which, he first succeeded in entertaining himself, and laughed again and again.

Laziness was holding the telephone pole with both hands, his body was shaking like a caterpillar, his forehead was dripping with raindrops or cold sweat—not to mention, didn’t you see that the person was almost completely blackened?

"what--"

There was a crisp bone dislocation sound.

Laziness turned up his collar and covered his ears, then covered his eyes with his hands, not to look at the tragic situation a few meters away.

When the world returned to calm again, the last scene he saw was a pair of high-end custom-made leather shoes stepping over Aite's face.

He didn't dare to go out until the luxury car drove a few hundred meters away, and came to Aite's side and said cautiously, "Are you okay?"

"The left hand was broken, the right wrist was dislocated, the Achilles tendon may have been somewhat torn, and the face was trampled."

Laziness comforted him, "If you step on it, that's the way."

Aite was paralyzed on the ground, his eyes glazed over, "What can I do if my face is flat?"

After thinking lazily for a while, "When Kou Qiu becomes a plastic surgeon in the future, you can ask him to do a cheekbone push and liposuction for you. If not, let's pay for a mandibular angle grinding surgery."

……

Kou Qiu still doesn't know that his future value has already been taken into consideration by others. Facing Kou Jixiang who suddenly visits Lin's house, Kou Qiu can't understand it.

Looking at the red dates on the table, he thought for a while and said, "For me?"

Kou Jixiang nodded, "You don't look very good recently."

Kou Qiu thought to himself: You don’t understand this, you insist on the effect of whitening mask.

For several ten minutes afterwards, Kou Jixie didn't say a word, just stared at Kou Qiu with his brows furrowed.

Kou Qiu is used to being careless and heartless, and only treats the other party as awed by his beauty, stunned.

In fact, Kou Qiu's appearance contains all the characteristics of the Kou family. He has gentle eyebrows, slightly raised eye corners, a straight nose bridge and tight thin lips.

Kou Yanliang has similar eyebrows and eyes as him, but it makes people feel dull. Kou Binyu's eyes are slightly raised, but he has a pair of unrestrained peach blossom eyes, and the same thin lips are tightly pressed. Kou Jixiang is indifferent, and Kou Qiu is cool.

This child is most like the Kou family, but the essence is different.

Kou Jixiu looked at it for a long time, but he didn't find anything that could link Kou Qiu and himself together in terms of appearance. Finally, he raised his hand and touched Kou Qiu's head, "Don't go to the barber shop recently."

Kou Qiu raised his head, not knowing why.

"You must have long hair within three years." Kou Jixiang said lightly, "Tomorrow I will ask Zuo Yi to send Polygonum multiflorum and sesame seeds."

The facial features are not the same, but the hair can still be cultivated.

The author has something to say: Little Theater [-]:

The world in Daddy Kou's imagination——

In a certain year and a certain month, Xiao Kouqiu, who has long hair reaching to his waist, is walking on the road. Passing acquaintances will say: This must be Kou Jixiang’s son. His hair is as long as his father’s, and he is definitely his own.

Small Theater [-]:

Left one: I heard that there will be snow tomorrow.

Father Kou: It’s snowing, let the barber shop go bankrupt.