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Having no purpose and doing whatever you think of is a happy life.
Besides...
Giovanni turned to look at Cheng Che, and after thinking for a long time, he finally spoke, "Then will you let me go back empty-handed?"
Cheng Che was stunned. "My friend, tell me honestly, what else do we have worth mentioning besides fun?"
Giovanni: ...
Giovanni took a sip of his wine and touched his chest, "Sorry, I didn't touch it."
"What a coincidence, I don't have one either." Cheng Che reached out and bumped the bottle with his hand, then he leaned against the stone behind him and groped for a trash can hidden behind it. He lowered his head and looked for takeout in it, "Want something to eat?"
Giovanni looked at Cheng Che's skillful movements and asked hesitantly, "Eat melon?"
"Ah? What melon?" Cheng Che was stunned and looked up blankly, "What kind of melon do you want to eat?"
Severe winter?
outdoor?
Eat melon?!
"Watermelon..." Giovanni thought of the whispers between Sanyueqi and Xing, and hesitated, "Is it okay?"
Cheng Che was silent for a moment, holding the trash can and rummaging around in it, "Okay, this is a rare life experience."
Watermelon is watermelon. It is better than eating popsicles in the snow and experiencing the coolness.
Cheng Che took out a round watermelon and held it in his arms. After looking around and not finding any weapon, he turned his gaze to Giovanni.
The light amber eyes seemed particularly transparent and clear in the snow, but there was a little expectation in the eyes.
"What's wrong?" Giovanni felt a little frightened for some reason. He recalled the crow breeding manual that Sambo had mentioned and lowered his voice, "Is there something wrong?"
I used to think Sambo was a bit pretentious, but now...
This little crow is a pervert!
Why are you looking at him like that?!
Just watch it, don't say anything, it makes people guess and get scared!
Giovanni was originally very calm and elegant, but after Sambo complained over and over again about how difficult the little crow was, he...
Giovanni now felt something was not right.
"Open a watermelon." Cheng Che bent his fingers and tapped on the watermelon, smiling widely as he listened to the sound.
Finally, Cheng Che turned his gaze to Giovanni, "Do you want to be friends with me?"
Giovanni's pupils trembled, and he said softly, "I want to."
"Good." Cheng Che suddenly smiled, and with a smile he reached out and tapped Giovanni's head, "That's a good start."
Giovanni: ...
Giovanni looked up blankly at the hair falling in front of him.
He knew about the hair loss. Sambo had told him about it before, but...
What does this knock on the head mean?
"I didn't bring a knife with me today. I don't want to draw it in such a cold weather." Cheng Che smiled and smelled of alcohol. "Friend, do you mind letting me use your head?"
"I...I...do I mind or not?" Giovanni was stunned. Before he could finish his words, he saw Watermelon coming towards him.
The mask clicked, and there was no pain in my head, but there was a muffled sound, and my brain trembled with the sound.
When Giovanni came to his senses, the young man who had been smiling just now had already picked up a handkerchief to wipe his mask, and the watermelon that was split in half was placed in the snow pile with a spoon to cool down.
Giovanni: !!!
Use your head! Open the watermelon!!!
are you crazy!
"Does it hurt?" Cheng Che asked doubtfully, his eyes full of curiosity.
Giovanni blinked. "You can try it yourself."
"No." Cheng Che's eyes were filled with regret. He shook his head with emotion and handed the watermelon over. "Don't blame me for that. I didn't have a knife and you ordered the food yourself."
Don't blame him!
He was super polite and even asked before taking any action!
and……
Cheng Che turned his head to look at Giovanni and blinked, "Will you be angry?"
Giovanni: ...
"I'm not angry." Giovanni took a deep breath, holding half a watermelon and biting the spoon, and said earnestly, "How about I call Sambo over?"
No one can escape.
He got hit, and Sambo got hit too!
"Okay." Cheng Che nodded and took out a watermelon from the trash can. "It's ready."
"Get on the road!"
Giovanni uttered a sound of approval, very satisfied with Cheng Che's actions.
He took out his phone and sent a picnic invitation to Sambo, and the corners of his mouth curved again, "Ah... This feeling is really pleasant!"
The man lowered his head, scooped the fruit pulp with a spoon and put it into his mouth. The expression on his face froze instantly.
The cold wind was biting, and the cold fruit flesh slid down my throat, from the esophagus to the stomach, it was all icy cold, and even my forehead was frozen and felt a little tight and painful.
Giovanni was confused for a moment, then turned to look at Cheng Che who looked calm, "Aren't you cold?"
"I'm not cold, I have the star core to protect me." Cheng Che patted the pillow in his hand, thought for a while, and then buried the unopened watermelon next to him in the snow.
Freeze the solid point and hit Sambo later.
Chapter 294 Where is his melon!
"Snapped--"
With a dull thud, the young man placed the watermelon on the snow, raised his palm and slapped it, splitting the watermelon in two.
Cheng Che took out a small metal spoon and handed it to Sangbo, putting the remaining half aside, wondering whether he should empty it out to squeeze out the juice and then add some wine to it.
"What's wrong with you?!"
Giovanni couldn't help but complain, looking at Cheng Che in disbelief, "Didn't you say you were going to hit him on the head with this watermelon?!"
As he spoke, the man raised his hand and pointed at the blue-haired man sitting next to him with trembling fingertips, with an angry look on his face, "You used my head to open a watermelon, and now you use your hands to open a watermelon!?"
Discrimination!
This is definitely a distinction!
We are all Masked Fools, so how can we treat the new envoy in front of us differently?
"Because I have known him for a long time..." Sambo had a smile on his face, eating the watermelon in his arms happily, "Crows are creatures that don't care about reason or affection."
People’s hearts are biased, and Cheng Che’s heart will only be more biased. Forget it, he doesn’t have this thing.
Sang Bo raised his eyebrows at Cheng Che and said with a smile, "I was right about you. This is the happiest time I've ever had since I met you!"
I cheated others, but not him, Sambo!
happy!
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che glanced at Sang Bo and whispered softly, "It's too early for you to be happy..."
Tsk, he went out to catch dancers, these two...
Cheng Che looked up and down at the person in front of him and nodded with satisfaction.
Very good, with perfect body proportions and elegant and smooth lines, she is a good candidate for a dance partner!
"Did you just say something?" Sang Bo's eyes flashed with confusion. He turned to look at Cheng Che and said in a puzzled voice, "I think I heard something..."
"No, I heard it wrong." Cheng Che took out a palm-sized wine bottle from his pocket, unscrewed it, and bit it between his teeth again.
He tilted his head back and a bottle of wine gurgled into his mouth.
Sambo's eyes twitched and he couldn't help but frowning, "Friend, are you planning to go completely crazy? Drinking so much?"
Cheng Che's drinking capacity after one glass of wine is appalling, and there is a kind of...
Deliberately tell yourself that being drunk is a psychological hint that it is time to indulge yourself.
Hearing this, Cheng Che shook his head and said, "It's cold. Drink some wine to warm yourself up."
Star cores are somewhat useful, but not enough.
It can make the star core a little more obedient and warmer, but it is easy to overcook it...
The corners of Sambo's eyes continued to twitch. For some reason, he always felt that there was a trap waiting for him at today's picnic.
"Sangbo..." Cheng Che sat cross-legged, not minding the snowflakes on his clothes. He propped up his chin and looked at Sangbo, sighing, "How many favors do you owe me?"
Hearing this, Sangbo was startled.
He looked down at his arms, and with a swish he pushed the clothes on his arms up again, "What do you think? My whole arm is almost covered with paint! Do you think this is acceptable?!"
He doesn't even dare to wear shirtless clothes now!
Do you know how much damage this will cause to a dealer who can show off when the cold wave subsides? !
"What about a little more?" Cheng Che took out an alcohol wipe from his pocket and shook it in his hand. "How about I wipe off one word for you?"
Sambo:? ? ?
There was no surprise in Sambo's eyes. He even stepped back cautiously. His tone was hesitant, even with a hint of fear, "Are you so kind?"
"..." Cheng Che remained silent. He stretched out three fingers and retracted one of them regularly under Sang Bo's trembling gaze.
When the middle finger gradually curled up, Sang Bo finally came to his senses, jumped up and held Cheng Che's hand, his eyes were extremely sincere, "My friend, you are so kind!"