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"Wait first!"
March 7th suddenly raised his hand, looked at Sunday apologetically, and immediately stretched out his hand. While Sunday was looking confused, he grabbed Sunday's hand and raised it up to look at it.
She frowned and looked at him for a moment, then tilted her head to look at Cheng Che's hand, and let go after a while, "Forget it, I think you look better in black gloves."
Cheng Che was confused for a moment, "Why should I wear gloves?"
"This way you won't lose hair when you touch your head." March Seven let go of Sunday, frowned and thought carefully for a moment, then his eyes suddenly lit up, "Let's go find gold dust! Take off his gloves and put them on you! I think he won't mind, and he will even look at you with a smile and make a few jokes!"
"I don't like wearing gloves." Cheng Che frowned and rejected the suggestion seriously. "Gloves will hinder me from wrapping bandages on my fingers, and writing will cause calluses."
San Yue Qi looked at Cheng Che in disbelief and retorted loudly, "But if you don't wear gloves, it will affect my hair volume, and you don't write now. You practice sword every day, aren't you worried about getting calluses?"
At this point, San Yue Qi suddenly stretched out his hand, "Look, I'm wearing gloves! It's because I need to draw the bow and draw the arrow! Why don't you follow the local customs at all?"
She doesn't like all the advanced electronic devices bought from the company, and is too lazy to even use the terminals. Her favorites are still basic mobile phones and mobile computers and tablets. She doesn't even wear gloves, and she doesn't even wear the nice clothes she bought for Cheng Che!
"I'm not used to it. Maybe it's because I'm nostalgic." Cheng Che sighed helplessly and looked at his hands. "But I don't really want to touch your head now."
"I don't believe you if you don't want to!" Sanyueqi said, took out his cell phone to send a message to Shajinfa, trying to grab a little peacock from the Interstellar Peace Company and pick up some feathers to play with.
Cheng Che glanced at March Seven and his eyes swept over the robin's wings.
Under Sunday's vigilant gaze, Cheng Che shifted his gaze to Sunday's wings.
It's a little longer than the palm of my hand, and looks very soft. It feels like the tip of a chicken wing without the feathers...
Cheng Che looked down at Zhou Ri’s wings, with a little confusion in his eyes.
"what!"
With a scream, San Yue Qi looked at Cheng Che with wide eyes, "You want to eat chicken wings? Just tell me, I'll help you find a trash can! Why are you biting someone's wings? These are not chicken wings!"
The young man stood behind the master of the family, lowered his head slightly when no one was paying attention, and bit his sharp white canine teeth on the wings. You could even see the reflection of the teeth.
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che loosened his teeth, took a step back and looked at Zhou Ri's wings with teeth marks on them.
After a moment of silence, Cheng Che touched his pocket, took out a tissue, tore off a little, rubbed the tissue on his wings, and said as if nothing had happened: "It's okay, next time I'll let you chew my wings, they're super big."
Sunday:……
Zhou Li raised his hand and touched his wings. He looked at Cheng Che and the tissue in Cheng Che's hand with difficulty, "There won't be a next time."
Chapter 654 You try it.
"Is the picture ready?"
The pink-haired girl turned around, looked at the young man with a bright smile, and said expectantly: "After the photo shoot, let's go to the restaurant to buy a large portion of fried chicken and French fries, and then go to the movies together!"
Cheng Che looked through the photos in the camera and nodded after a while, "Okay."
Hearing this, San Yue Qi's eyes lit up, and she came over to look at the photo carefully. After a while, she nodded, "I am beautiful, but your photography skills..."
At this point, San Yue Qi looked up at Cheng Che, his pink and blue eyes sparkling, "Well, I think I guessed why."
"Because I have a sister." Cheng Che continued the second half of the sentence, recalling it for a moment before speaking, "She needs photos that are casual but not casual, exquisite but not contrived, although they all look the same to me."
March 7:…
San Yue Qi lowered his head and took out two of the photos and held them in front of Cheng Che, "What about these two? Are there any differences?"
"Yes, one eye has light reflection, the other doesn't." Cheng Che took a look and patted San Yue Qi's shoulder, "You don't think I'm the kind of person who would answer that both of them look good when I'm asked about taking photos while shopping or carrying two skirts?"
Sanyueqi looked up and said, "Isn't it?"
"No, after all, if you don't know how, you can learn." Cheng Che shrugged, looked around to identify the direction, and pushed San Yue Qi to the restaurant next door. "If you are confused about what dishes to eat, I will say buy them all and I can't eat them all. If you are confused about two skirts, I will say buy them all and give you accessories suggestions. If you are confused about two photos, I will say I will take them for you. Isn't that good?"
Although it's a bit troublesome, this answer can avoid arguments.
"Okay, if you weren't so cold and talkative, you might have a lot of girlfriends." San Yue Qi came back to his senses and took Cheng Che's hand and walked forward, "So I'm going to order two sets of meals, and the rest will be yours."
Sanyueqi went to the ordering counter and ordered a serving of fried chicken and two drinks. He also bought some fries that came with a free sticker. "But what were you talking about with Sunday just now? You seemed to be trying to test him?"
"Let's see if he can break down the defense." Cheng Che handed over his phone to pay, and stood aside waiting for San Yue Qi to finish selecting from the menu. "But he really has a secret. This kind and gentle person must be hiding something very important. He keeps it to himself all the time."
San Yue Qi turned around and looked at Cheng Che, wondering, "He is the boss of Pinocchio. With this status, is there anything he needs to vent about?"
"Who knows? Anyway...it's not a beautiful dream." Cheng Che raised his hand, thought for a moment, and then grabbed San Yueqi's wrist. He lifted San Yueqi's fingers and pulled the broken hair around his ear over. "Okay, this way my hair won't fall out."
San Yue Qi looked at Cheng Che suspiciously, "Where did you learn these tricks to coax little girls?"
Although he still looked cold and aloof, Cheng Che had a kind of gentleness and respect that emanated from his bones, except... he could be a little unscrupulous and mischievous sometimes.
"I've learned from what I've seen and heard." Cheng Che answered, taking the tray handed over by the waiter and walking outside, "Let's go pick a good seat. I want to watch Hamster Ball Knight and Brother Hanu... Never mind, I'll think of Xing as soon as I see him."
San Yue Qi's eyes were blank for a moment, and he hesitated, "So what do you think of Pinocchio?"
Cheng Che stopped and glanced sideways at San Yue Qi.
The innocence in the girl's eyes disappeared, and was replaced by confusion, and even a sense of incongruity that was inconsistent with her behavior.
Cheng Che: ...
Oh, the top number in March that’s a little ahead of him?
Cheng Che recalled it and seemed a little unsure, "Is it fun?"
But now it seems like I'm just a locked-up piece of fun.
March 7:…
There is no need to be so joyful.
"Okay." San Yue Qi returned to normal and walked towards the screening room at the back. "But I asked Dan Heng, and he said that it is not in the racial habits of crows to have fun."
"Who said that?" Cheng Che muttered, watching San Yue Qi find a seat and put the tray on his lap. He curled up in the chair and looked at the curtain in front of him. "As for me, I just look for some garbage when I wake up, and hide some shiny stones when I'm full. I also tease other cute little animals and pluck some fur to decorate my own nest. Isn't that fun enough?"
At this point, Cheng Che sighed softly, took off his coat and placed it on San Yue Qi's legs, and said softly: "What I am satisfied with, what I like, and what I am willing to do, these are all my pleasures, not just laughing."
"Is that so? Then we can have a lot of fun." San Yue Qi leaned back in his seat and flipped through his phone, trying to find a pair of anti-hair loss gloves suitable for Cheng Che on the shopping interface. He patted Cheng Che with his other hand, "Where are your wings? Put them out for me to lean on."
Cheng Che: ...
They are just buddies!
"It's not nice to take off clothes in public." Cheng Che lazily nestled in the chair, took out a grilled chicken wing from the fried chicken bucket and bit it, mumbling: "I don't want to waste my newly picked shirt. Putting on a wing costs a piece of clothing. No matter how rich I am, I can't afford such waste..."
"You should learn from Sunday and the robin and use their wings as clothes." Sanyueqi tilted his head to observe Cheng Che's palm, then recalled Cheng Che's movements when he usually practiced sword, selected the product and decisively placed the order, then pointed to the waist, "Wrap it around you, you know, the shirt under their coat is like wings, so you can put the wings when you take off your coat."
Cheng Che looked blank, and raised his hand after a while, "Wait, let me see the photos from Sunday. I remember I recorded everyone's conversation before."
As he spoke, Cheng Che quickly found his little crow pendant and looked carefully at the clothes of a certain patriarch.
"Look, isn't it beautiful? And very convenient!" San Yue Qi whispered, looked up at the video that had already started playing, slightly turned sideways, raised the camera, took a picture, and decisively saved the photo.
After a while, Cheng Che finally put away the little crow pendant and said, "Won't this make your waist look thick? The waist-to-hip ratio can really lengthen the proportions."
Wow.
Is Sunday so hot?
Look, the wings are not completely covered, and a little bit of the belly is exposed.
San Yue Qi turned his head sharply, "But it would be nice if the waist was thin enough!"
At this point, San Yue Qi looked down, stretched out his palm and placed it on Cheng Che's belly, and encouraged him, "Try it."
"I won't try." Cheng Che stretched out two fingers to pinch San Yue Qi's hand and threw it aside, expressionless, "Friend, this kind of scene would not look good on me."
"How could that be?" San Yue Qi looked at Cheng Che suspiciously, frowning, "You clearly never admit defeat in this burning matter."
"This is not about admitting defeat or not, this is..." Cheng Che finished chewing a chicken wing, threw the bone into the empty small bag, and sighed heavily, "This is about catching a cold in your belly."
You can expose your entire body, but not just your belly.
Chapter 655 He doesn’t know either!
"March?"
The gray-haired girl stood in front of the table, patted her friend, and asked worriedly, "What's wrong with you?"
The pink-haired girl held her head with her hands and closed her eyes, and it looked like she was trying to fall asleep.
The moment she was woken up, a hint of horror suddenly flashed across the girl's confused eyes.
She raised her head and looked at Xing. She opened her mouth but didn't know what to say, "Cheng Che? Dancing? Sunday? Robin?"
star:? ? ?
what?
Are so many people dancing the Shao dance?
Should we find a few more people, and then stop developing Pinocchio, and just have a big flood, resetting all the progress and starting over?
"what happened?"
Walter put down the teacup in his hand and looked at March Seven with a serious look, “Little March, do you remember anything?”
"I..." Sanyueqi touched the back of his head and said hesitantly, "We were dancing in the square, and I stepped on his shoes eleven times. Then he threw himself out and danced with Sunday. He seemed to be whispering to Sunday, and finally bit him."
star:……
Walter: ...
The two looked at each other in confusion, then shifted their gaze to San Yue Qi's face.
For a moment, I actually felt that Cheng Che could indeed do such a thing, but... Sanyue seemed to be able to think of it as well.
"What did you say?" Walter pondered for a moment and asked, "What happened next?"
"I didn't hear it clearly, but Cheng Che said that Sundays always made him feel a little crazy, but he was crazy without showing it." Sanyueqi frowned, as if he was trying hard to think, "Then I don't know, we went to the movies, I ate half a bucket of fried chicken, and fell asleep leaning on his wings. Oh, by the way, let me see if I placed the order in my memory."
San Yueqi looked down at his phone and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the order information appear on his phone.
She held her chin up and recalled carefully. After a long time, she spoke, "Before I fell asleep, he seemed to say... He said that if Uncle Yang looked at Mr. Sunday carefully again, he would be horrified."
Walter: ...
Oh, I got it.