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"Add one." San Yue Qi watched Pam climb onto the child seat and sit down, handed over the children's tableware, and poured a drink for herself with a serious look on her face. Her tone was full of emotion, "Dan Heng, Cheng Che, and Ren, oh, and Uncle Yang, all with cold faces."
Although Uncle Yang is not as cold as the one with facial paralysis, these four men can really create cold air.
Sanyueqi finished his preparations before the meal and couldn't help rubbing his exposed skin. "How about we turn on the heater?"
"That's what I thought." Xing muttered, and took out his phone to adjust the temperature. "One by one, they are walking air-conditioning machines."
Especially Cheng Che and Ren, the two grown men not only had cold faces, but also gave people a dangerous feeling that they would go crazy at any time and anywhere.
From heart to body, I feel cold!
"At times like this, I can't help but be thankful that I don't like to have a cold face." Jing Yuan chuckled and gracefully took the chopsticks handed to him by Yan Qing, with a faint smile on his face.
He squinted his eyes and looked at the people on the Star Train. "Compared to this, I'm still pretty good, right?"
Xing looked up at Jingyuan's curved eyes, blinked, and nodded, "That's true."
"Haha..." The white-haired general smiled and coaxed with his chin propped up, "Isn't it? My personality is more suitable for traveling, such as patrolling the seas or something like that?"
At this point, Jing Yuan leaned slightly and glanced at a man who was looking down at the star core ice cube in his thermos cup. "Some people have a cold face and are very intimidating. They are more suitable to be generals..."
To sum up, if it weren't for his responsibilities, he would have run away and become a sea patrol ranger long ago.
But now, thinking carefully, running away completely is not a good idea, but if Cheng Che takes over...
It should be okay to go out and play for two days.
"What? You want me to smile for you?" Cheng Che raised his eyes, gave up the thermos cup, took a sip from the bottle of wine next to him, and smiled, "How is it?"
As soon as the words fell, the gray-haired girl and the pink-haired Sanyueqi shuddered at the same time and couldn't help rubbing their arms, "No, no, no!"
Can't laugh.
As soon as Cheng Che smiled, he knew he was drinking, and drinking meant going crazy!
"It doesn't look good?" Cheng Che rubbed his face, took out a wet tissue again to wipe his fingers, and then picked up the chopsticks. "It's okay, I can practice. I used to deliver takeout, so it's not impossible to smile now."
Xing and Sanyueqi looked at each other, and for a moment they didn't know who was so desperate as to buy Cheng Che's smile.
If you haven't seen Cheng Che's expressionless face, maybe this smile would be a little better, but once you have a preconceived impression...
It's really weird.
Cheng Che took a look, then turned to look at Jing Yuan, "See? I can laugh, so working is impossible."
Jing Yuan suppressed the urge to roll his eyes, thought for a moment before speaking, "How about... you contribute a few more feathers?"
Try to make Jingliu or Rensi a little more normal, even if it takes him one day off.
"I'll try my best." Cheng Che responded, and put his finger on the egg in the bowl, "Eat it quickly, I want to eat after you finish it."
The flame-like pattern on the egg of the unknown creature lit up, absorbed a little blood, and then returned to silence.
Xing's eyelids twitched violently, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but twitch.
She tilted her head and watched Cheng Che feed her eggs skillfully, then wrapped them in insulating feathers and threw them aside. She wiped her hands again and prepared to eat.
After hesitating for a long time, Xing finally couldn't help but speak, "Ah? Male mother?"
Cheng Che: ???
"boom!"
With a slight sound, Cheng Che climbed up from the stool he had fallen on. His expressionless face finally showed a vivid expression. "You are talking nonsense! You are talking nonsense! You are making up stories! You are making a lot of nonsense! You are talking nonsense! You are talking nonsense! You are talking nonsense!"
Xing looked at Cheng Che who suddenly covered his mouth, and could vaguely see a trace of blood flowing out of his mouth.
She stretched out her hand and gathered the food into her arms, "I asked you to bite your tongue, didn't you?"
Chapter 442 This is definitely discrimination!
the next morning.
Cheng Che pushed open the door of the guest room, stood in front of the bed holding a huge bag, bent over and lowered his head, his eyes fixed on the man sleeping on the bed.
The long-haired man was lying on the soft bed, the quilt covering his waist and abdomen at an angle, his chest exposed with a blood-stained bandage.
No one knew how long Cheng Che stood there, but the man on the bed was obviously sleeping soundly.
Another half an hour passed, and Ren still showed no signs of waking up.
Cheng Che pulled out a small clapping prop from his bag and poked the blade. His voice was as mournful as a ghost, "Wake up."
blade:……
The long-haired man opened his eyes, his blood-red eyes were extremely clear, even suppressing a little irritation of having his good sleep disturbed.
He looked up into Cheng Che's dark eyes and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Call me for dinner?"
Or is it a renewal of his temporary death?
"You promised me that you would go to the Industrial Manufacturing Division today." Cheng Che's eyes looked even more resentful, and he poked the blade with the clapping toy in his hand, "I have prepared all the materials."
blade:……
Haven't given up yet?
He wished he could die right after dinner yesterday. Who would remember what he had promised?
Ren threw back the quilt and climbed out of bed. He lowered his head and pressed the bandage wrapped around his chest. "Look, I can still forge like this—"
The voice stopped abruptly, and then a silver sword light flashed.
The sharp sword blade rubbed against the bandage, and broke into pieces that fell down.
Cheng Che glanced at him and said, "You have been dead for so many days, and there is no wound on your body."
Are you trying to scare him?!
"I don't remember anything about forging..." Blade sighed, lowering his eyes to look at his skin which had some scars but no wounds, "I don't have the skills anymore, and I have forgotten the experience I once had."
Decline!
"I'm going to make a scene." Cheng Che sat on a chair nearby and threw clean clothes over. "Be careful or I'll roll around on the floor. I was only one year old when I made a scene."
nobody!
No one can stop him from getting what he wants!
Ren couldn't help but frown, and casually touched the sword blade on the pillow, untied the bandage wrapped around it, and gestured on his wrist as if he was about to cut it.
"Wrist rejection won't work." Cheng Che used the scabbard to block the sword in Blade's hand, expressionless, "I don't accept any rejection."
blade:……
Is this a rejection?!
This is making things difficult for this crazy centenarian with shaking hands, blurred vision and poor memory!
Ren snorted, looked up at Cheng Che and said in a hoarse and low voice, "Do you think I dare not hit you?"
"You can't kill me anyway." Cheng Che's face was full of calmness and shamelessness. He sat aside hugging the back of the chair and refused to give up. "How about you stab me a few more times? Maybe I can make you a little more normal."
Ren raised his hand and pressed his eyelids, then put on his clothes silently, "Just try, don't force it."
There's no point in forcing it.
"Although a forced melon is not sweet, how can I know if it is sweet if I don't take it off and eat it?" Cheng Che had no expression, but his tone revealed an unwarranted certainty, "What's wrong with forcing it? I'm respecting life by not forcing it!"
Blade closed his eyes, "Shut your mouth!"
Stop talking. It makes my head buzz.
Cheng Che opened his eyelids a little and watched Ren buttoning his clothes with his eyes downcast. He turned around silently, facing away from Ren and looking down at himself, "It's not fair at all."
Others don't exercise and eat and drink a lot but still have such a good figure, but he...
He works very hard every day and spends two hours in the gym to maintain his abdominal and pectoral muscle lines.
Discrimination!
This is definitely discrimination!
I opened the door and went out. There was a white-haired cat leaning against the window outside, rubbing the cat in his hands and waiting boredly.
Hearing the noise, Jing Yuan raised his eyes, "Huh? Wake you up?"
"Yeah." Cheng Che walked over and touched the cat, raised his hand and poked Jing Yuan to change the direction, looking at Jing Yuan from the side, "Can I interview you?"
"Just say it's not a flash of inspiration..." Jing Yuan said vaguely, tilting his head and looking at Cheng Che with a raised eyebrow in confusion, "Do you have anything else to ask me?"
You can tell at first glance that he's a man with big ideas since he was a child. Why do you still want to interview him?
Cheng Che tilted his head and looked at Jing Yuan's profile, his voice was unclear and very low, "How do you exercise?"
Jing Yuan:......
Jing Yuan couldn't help but frown and turned sideways, "What did you say?"
Cheng Che's eyes moved to Jing Yuan's face, expressionless, "You heard it, if you don't answer I'm going to start--"
Before he could utter a word, a candy was quickly thrown into Cheng Che's mouth.
Jing Yuan held the cat in his arms with a calm expression, "In my spare time, I taught Yan Qing swordsmanship, and occasionally followed the Marshal's orders to go into battle, that's all."
Cheng Che: ...
It seems to be of no use.
"You drink tons of high-calorie Immortal Happy Tea every day, and take naps when you have nothing to do..." Cheng Che couldn't believe it, and seemed a little puzzled, "Practicing sword for a while can burn so many calories?"
Jing Yuan thought about it and couldn't help frowning, "So why are you so serious about staying in shape? Do you have to calculate the specific number of calories?"
I usually avoid high-calorie foods unconsciously, and eat vegetables, fruits, meat, eggs and milk according to their types every day. I feel like... I have a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder.
"I already don't have a wife. If I get any sloppier and uglier, there will really be no hope at all." Cheng Che's eyes darkened instantly, and he seemed very resentful. "I don't care about my figure. I care about the last bit of hope of having a wife."
Jing Yuan:......
A perfect answer.
"Be more casual. It doesn't matter if your figure is good or not." Jing Yuan stretched and put the raccoon slave in his arms on his shoulders. He thought for a while and then lowered his voice, "Have you noticed... people who have received the power of abundance, especially men, always have good figures."
A hint of surprise flashed across Cheng Che's eyes, and he lowered his voice as well, "Really? I haven't met many people who have received the power of abundance... Then... I'll go to the Prison of Hell to see Rakshasa tonight?"
Jing Yuan patted Cheng Che's shoulder, his eyes darkened, "Come on."