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"You can't wear it every day..." Sanyueqi muttered, wrote down the size, and then opened his phone to browse various products. His other hand rubbed Cheng Che's sweater, "You don't seem to like formal clothes..."
As he said that, San Yue Qi tilted his head and looked at Cheng Che.
I walk around in shorts, flip-flops and shorts on the train every day, and put on sportswear when I get off the train. Now...
Instead, he changed into a slightly more colorful moss green sweater. His entire body seemed to be covered in fine fluff, and he looked...
Quite soft.
"You can't wear clothes from the trash can every day, but you can eat the takeout from the trash can every day, right?" Cheng Che reached out and picked up a wine glass from the stove next to him and handed it over, saying softly, "Fruit wine, you can have some."
"Okay." San Yueqi responded, and then glanced at the medicine simmering on the stove, and said casually: "Remember to take the medicine."
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che was silent for a moment, then he picked up the bottle of wine at his feet and drank the whole bottle. His movements were calm and his voice was calm. "I can't take medicine after drinking."
As soon as he finished speaking, San Yue Qi's palms trembled slightly, and he looked at Cheng Che with a pair of pink-blue eyes, and the porcelain cup in his hand was almost unable to hold steady.
"You'll get used to it." Xing leaned on Sanyueqi's shoulder, took out two cards from his hand and threw them on the table. He was used to Cheng Che's operation. "In order to avoid taking medicine, he has learned the unnecessary skill of inducing vomiting."
March 7:! ! !
San Yueqi's eyes widened instantly, and he said in disbelief: "If you drink it, it's bitter once, and if you spit it out, isn't it bitter twice?! Why bother!"
She, March 7, doesn’t understand!
Is Cheng Che really stupid?
"But if I don't spit it out, everything I eat will taste bitter..." Cheng Che finished writing the last document, picked up a piece of white paper next to it that was densely written with correct words, and looked at it.
A piece of white paper is covered with small characters, which not only represent the debt of a certain Baimao, but also represent the heavy workload that General Shen Ce needs to review.
"Ouch!"
"what!"
Two angry voices came from the side. Xing and Sanyueqi stood head to head, looking at the white paper in Cheng Che's hand with shocked faces, and said in unison, "It's over!"
After saying that, the two of them turned their heads at the same time and stared with their sharp eyes at the general beside them who was leaning against a pillow playing cards with a lazy smile on his face.
The white-haired man smiled with his eyes curved, his long white hair casually tied behind his head, his arms resting on his bent legs, and lazily threw out two cards.
When he looked up, Jing Yuan met two pairs of shining eyes.
Jing Yuan:......
What happens when you suddenly feel a little dangerous?
Jing Yuan blinked and glanced at Cheng Che who was sitting behind Sanyueqi and Xing.
The young man with black curly hair was doing something unknown. He sat cross-legged on the sofa, head down, seemingly folding origami...
Origami? ! !
Jing Yuan's eyebrows jumped, and before he could speak, he met a pair of light amber eyes.
Cheng Che shook the paper dart in his hand and threw it towards Jing Yuan with a whoosh, "It's time to pay off your debt."
"pat..."
The paper dart with the Chinese characters "正" all over it hit Jing Yuan's nose, and fell down along the bridge of his nose, mouth and chin, just falling into the open collar of his shirt.
Jing Yuan:......
Jing Yuan was at a loss for a moment, then reached out to pick up the paper dart and looked at Cheng Che with an indescribable expression, "Are you a little hooligan?!"
Why do you always throw paper darts at other people's chests? !
If you meet a girl, you will be beaten three miles away?!
Cheng Che was half lying on the lazy sofa, squinting at Jing Yuan, "Is this what a gangster looks like? Have you never seen a gangster before?"
At this point, Cheng Che couldn't help but smile. He rested his head on his arms, suddenly moved his lips, and blew a long, rogue whistle.
For a moment, the entire stone house fell into silence.
Everyone hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but look back at Cheng Che.
Suddenly, an image appeared in my mind of a little crow standing on a street railing, cackling at the beauty passing by.
Cheng Che patted his thigh with a playful smile on his face, "If you were really a hooligan, I would let you sit on my lap and drink with me, but this is nothing..."
Really, if I don’t write a few words every day, people will always misunderstand me as a child…
"As expected of you."
San Yueqi clapped his hands in confusion, his face dull, "You are probably the first one to blow the hooligan whistle at Luofu's general."
"Oh, then I'll brag to the Star God next time." Cheng Che smiled and raised the bottle in his hand towards Jing Yuan, "Come on, have a drink with the creditor."
Jing Yuan sighed softly, leaning against the pillow and looking at Cheng Che, "What? Has the general of Luofu now been reduced to serving wine?"
"That's not how you accompany wine. You haven't seen the world..." Cheng Che muttered, drank the last bit of wine in the bottle, and curled up on the sofa with his eyes closed, "I've drunk too much."
Jing Yuan finished the wine in his glass and threw the cards away. "This vacation is really terrible..."
The vacation was fun, but I was in so much debt...
Jing Yuan looked at his skin which had turned red from soaking in the hot spring and sighed heavily.
Can't I find a notebook to keep accounts in?!
"I got even more feverish when I was drunk." San Yue Qi patted Cheng Che's shoulder, took the paper dart from Jing Yuan's hand and observed it with a puzzled look on his face, "It's folded so neatly, but... I seem to have seen this kind of folded paper somewhere..."
Xing was silent for a moment, then rubbed San Yue Qi's head lovingly, "If you can't remember, then forget it."
Where else could it be? It’s just a wanted poster in Phoenix!
but……
Xing blinked, moved closer to Cheng Che and lowered her voice, "Have you seen the world? What is the world like?"
Cheng Che looked into Xing's sincere and sparkling eyes, and seemed to really want to know.
"Don't ask, you're already despicable enough." Cheng Che stretched out his hand to push Xing's head away, leaned against the sofa and stared at the ceiling, a hint of disappointment seemed to flash in his eyes, "I don't have the chance to see the world either..."
Chapter 270 Is this a roundabout way to save the country?
"Report, no gray girl was seen entering Klipperburg to deliver food!"
"Report, no pink girl was found delivering food either!"
"Report, no Black Crow delivery was found!"
The staff of Interstellar Peace Company traveled back and forth between Goethe Hotel and Klipperburg, secretly observing whether there were any delivery staff from the Starry Sky Train escorting delicious food.
In the hotel room, a girl with short white hair sat on a chair, her face looking lost and sad.
takeout……
She was really curious about what the takeaway food delivered by the Starry Sky Train tasted like!!!
It smells like my saliva is about to drip onto the ground!
Topa propped his chin up with both hands, thinking about how he could find an excuse to go to Klipperburg for a meal, or to the Star Train for a meal, but...
Is Starry Sky Train really not considering opening a store?
So couldn't Belloberg hesitate when paying back the money?
She hesitated and bargained, and the friendship came out in a back and forth, and now she can't even find an excuse.
After thinking about it for a while, Topa suddenly stood up and slammed his palm on the table.
Excuse?
What excuses are you thinking of!
She's going to Klippeburg for a free meal now!
"咚咚-"
There was a gentle knock on the door of the room. Topa was startled. He took two steps forward, opened the door, and looked at the girl who appeared outside.
With silver-gray curly hair draped behind him, the former debtor looked at him with a smile.
"Ms. Bronya?" Topa's heart skipped a beat and he asked in confusion, "Is there something you want to talk to me about?"
fast!
Tell her you want to treat her to a meal!
The words that Bronya had prepared were stuck in her throat. She looked at Topaz's sparkling eyes and was almost blinded.
Why does it seem like Miss Toppa is a little excited now?
Is it because there is no debt relationship between the two parties that he took off his work status and revealed his true nature?
For a moment, both the tenant and the host fell into silence, and an awkward atmosphere spread inexplicably.
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Bronya:......
After a while, Bronya came back to her senses, kept smiling and said softly: "A guest is a guest. I'm here to invite Miss Toppa to the banquet. I wonder if Miss Toppa has time?"
"Yes!" Topa's eyes suddenly lit up, as if there was a flame burning in his eyes.
As Bronya's gaze gradually became dazed, Topar quickly turned around, picked up his phone, and sorted out his clothes. In the blink of an eye, he closed the door and stood in the corridor, looking at Bronya, and said seriously, "If we have time, let's go now."
The silver-gray bangs swayed slightly, Bronya opened her mouth slightly, her throat was dry, and her eyes were blank.
What just flashed by?
"Ah...ah..." After a long while, Bronya came back to her senses, the blank expression on her face still there, "This way, please."
Topa followed Bronya, holding his little pet in his arms. For the first time, his steps lost their steady pace and seemed to jump up and down like a girl.
A quarter of an hour later, Topa stood in the Klipperburg banquet hall, looking at the food on the long table and fell into deep thought.
The aroma was nice, but different from anything I've smelled before.
There is a wide variety of items, but they are not packed in takeaway boxes.
There was a waiter standing nearby serving the food, which was obviously freshly made in the kitchen.