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Since I met Cheng Che, this is the only bad news that has been beneficial to me.
As for the knife, the green bomb and the golden shield, they seemed to cause greater hindrance to their own people.
"I've made a note of that." Cheng Che leaned back in his chair and opened his lunch box, half closing his eyes. "But you should know that I run a black shop."
Dan Heng:......
Dan Heng pushed the marker next to him forward, took off his gloves, stretched out his hand, and tilted his head, "You have the final say."
Cheng Che was silent for a moment, looking at his hand lying in front of him.
Ah this...
So how long has Dan Heng been tormented by nightmares?
I really risked everything just to get some sleep...
Cheng Che sighed softly, suppressed the softness in his heart, took the pen and added a stroke to Dan Heng's palm, "Okay."
Chapter 134: Different genders, incomprehensible.
After Dan Heng finished recording the debts, he watched in silence as Cheng Che set a good night alarm on his phone, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Dan Heng lowered his head, his eyes flickering, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Cheng Che opened the takeout bag and handed the chopsticks to Dan Heng, "Want to chat for a while?"
"What do you want to talk about?" Dan Heng nodded. When he saw Cheng Che opened a bottle of wine, he frowned slightly. "Aren't you drunk?"
Continue drinking?
"Get a little more drunk." Cheng Che blinked, put on disposable gloves and started to peel shrimps. "Anyway, I will be like this no matter how much I drink."
Dan Heng was stunned for a moment, then nodded.
Fine.
Cheng Che, someone who will listen to you but will never do what you ask.
"Are you familiar with that Star Core Hunter?" Cheng Che finished a whole plate of shrimps, divided them in half, and asked softly, "It seems like there is some grudge?"
Hearing this, Dan Heng's eyelids jumped, "Maybe, but not really."
Cheng Che nodded, "Then there's no problem."
It looks like a trap, but he shouldn't get involved and just watch the show.
"friend."
A blue head appeared outside the door, with complaints in its eyes, "Have you forgotten about handsome Sambo?"
"I didn't forget." Cheng Che looked back and took out a large bag of melon seeds from the bag next to him, "Thank you for your help."
Sambo: ...
Sambo glanced at the bag of melon seeds and widened his eyes. "Is it really that serious?"
"I only ate a little bit of your melon seeds!" Sambo rushed in, shaking the big bag, "You want me to peel them all for you?"
"Thank you then." Cheng Che sighed, took off his gloves, propped up his chin and looked at Sang Bo, smiling with his eyes curved, "You took the initiative to propose this, I don't think it's moral not to fulfill your wish."
"You still have this thing called morality?" Sambo frowned and pulled a small bowl over from the side. "You peel shrimps for others, and you ask me to peel melon seeds for you. You have a double standard!"
"Maybe it's because Dan Heng's debt is not as much as yours." Cheng Che held the wine bottle, staring blankly at the small felt ball on the desk next to him, "One favor."
"Okay, dear customer, Sangbo will start right away!" Sangbo's eyes lit up, but he still couldn't help but bargain, "Can you increase the price a little? Such a big bag..."
I won’t even play if my fingers bleed.
"The two?" Cheng Che blinked, thought for a moment and said, "At most two."
"It's a deal!" Sambo laughed again, but then he felt something was wrong.
Sang Bo carefully studied the expression on Cheng Che's face, then looked at Dan Heng inquiringly, "Is he so easy to talk to after he gets drunk?"
Hearing this, Danheng glanced at Sangbo and fell silent.
Come on, Sambo doesn’t even know how much he owes now. Aren’t two a drop in the bucket compared to his debt?
Is this considered easy to talk to?
This is obviously the little crow giving Sambo a little hope to pay off his debts, so that Sambo won't be in debt and completely lose everything.
Sangbo and Danheng made eye contact and felt inexplicably that they were being mocked.
He touched his head, where hair loss was slowing down, and began to crack melon seeds resignedly.
Two is two.
I thought Cheng Che was going to say that this was the melon seeds he owed him or just do him a favor and get rid of him.
The two have already exceeded my expectations.
The phone on the table vibrated. Cheng Che opened it and saw a game invitation.
[Waiting for friends: Want to play a game? I have hacked into your phone and installed it for you, but this game is not very fun. I will show you a better one next time.]
Cheng Che paused and glanced at the wine glass in his hand.
【Cheng Che: Wait until I sober up. 】
After sending this message, Cheng Che turned off his phone.
What's the point of playing games?
Once again, getting backstabbed into a game in which you're playing?
"You said I should follow you after you leave Yalilo 6?" Sambo raised his head from his heavy task and asked in confusion, "Does it count as running away secretly?"
If you count...
That won’t work, he wants to have fun!
"I don't know." Cheng Che ate his meal and drank his wine slowly, and said softly, "It depends on my mood."
As he said that, Cheng Che turned to look at Sang Bo, "But I remember I said before that we would meet unexpectedly in various places?"
Sambo: ...
Sambo's eyebrows drooped, and his whole face looked particularly aggrieved. "I understand. If I have a secret, then it's really an unexpected encounter. If I don't have a secret, then it's just your crow's mouth that led me to meet you unexpectedly."
"Congratulations, you've developed a habit after being tortured by the crow's mouth." Cheng Che glanced at the small bowl in front of Sang Bo, thought for a moment, and then gave his shrimp to two of them, "Here."
Sambo:? ? ?
"You're talking about favors! Not shrimps!" Sambo's eyes widened, "I want to pay back my debts!"
Cheng Che: ...
Are you stressed?
"It's a favor..." Cheng Che glanced at the shrimps on the small plate and hesitated, "But don't you want to eat? Don't you need some snacks?"
Sambo pursed his lips and calmed down, "Okay, I'm overthinking it."
As he spoke, Sambo glanced at the wine glass in front of him and asked, "What kind of snacks do you need for your glass of wine?"
I finished drinking it before I even ate it.
I've never seen anyone drink one glass of wine all night.
"No, no, no." Cheng Che suddenly smiled, his eyebrows slightly raised, and there was a little arrogance in his smile, "This is the second bottle today."
Sang Bo paused, turned to look at Dan Heng beside him, "Are you crazy or am I deaf?"
Have you forgotten the midnight fright you had some time ago?
Hearing this, Dan Heng sighed and didn't want to pay any attention to Sang Bo.
Cheng Che had promised to send him a goodnight message tonight, he was going crazy...
Even if he went crazy, he must have fallen asleep. It wasn't him who was being tortured, right?
……
"you……"
March 7th pushed open the door and was shocked instantly.
On the side, Xing, who had reluctantly returned to the upper area from the lower area, had his eyes shaking and his feet did not move.
Behind him, Walter pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose, “Ah this…”
Inside the house, a small green dragon was lying flat on the bed, with silent headphones on, falling into a deep sleep, with a harmless look on its face.
Across a bedside table, a little crow was lying on another bed, with his hands folded on his chest, his eyes closed and muttering, "Why do you think I don't have a wife?"
"Do you think Aha is ill?"
"Promise me, as long as you can trick a wife back for me, all my debts will be written off!"
"Hey..." Sang Bo sighed heavily, sat on the stool beside Cheng Che's bed, and patted Cheng Che's face, "Wake up!"
"Oh." Cheng Che responded and stretched out his hand, "Put the melon seeds in my hand."
Sangbo counted them and stuffed ten melon seeds into Cheng Che's palm.
Cheng Che swallowed the melon seeds and buried his face in the little crow doll. "Keep peeling. Thank you for your hard work, worker."
Sang Bo had no desire to live and continued to peel melon seeds.
San Yue Qi's eyes were filled with confusion. He turned to look at Xing, "Does not having a wife hurt Cheng Che so much?"
Do you need to drink to drown your sorrows?
"We are of different genders, so I can't understand." Xing crossed her arms and shook her head.
As soon as the words fell, two pairs of eyes looked at Walter at the same time.
Sanyueqi tilted his head and asked sincerely, "Uncle Yang, you and Cheng Che are the same gender, so..."
Chapter 135 You are so hot.
"Do you feel embarrassed?"