The waves are not romantic, and they are not necessarily soft and cute, Xu Youzhi only knows that if this guy doesn't let go, she may be strangled to death.

Ah, this dog is more juice than cubs!

She slapped He Zhili on the head with her backhand, and gritted her teeth: "When did I say I won't let you hug it!" Sober up! ”

I'm a humble dog! But just because you have a face doesn't mean you can strangle me!

He Zhili was hurt by his slap, and subconsciously let go of his hand and avoided it, and after a while, he woke up, and he bit his lip angrily: "Xu Youzhi, are you sick!?" ”

Xu Youzhi coughed twice, then looked back at the past with a faint gaze, and said something uncivilized: "Sick your mother?" ”

"Then why did you hit me?"

Someone covered his head like a white ball, and felt really inexplicable.

"Then can you explain why you acted like you were going to strangle me?"

"Because I have a nightmare," he gritted his teeth and half-pursed his lips, "I dreamed that you were a fool and broke Lao Tzu's leg and then left Lao Tzu and left, I'm afraid, okay?" ”

"Who do you eat the ashes of the speech so rushed? What else could be true of this dream you had other than me breaking your leg? ”

"You said this by coincidence, you didn't want me?"

"Are you getting back to the old thing?" Xu Youzhi pressed his head irritably, "Your brain is a balloon, you don't pretend to be human, why don't I want you if you look so good?" ”

"And what if I'm disfigured?"

"You're disfigured, what else do I want you to do? Look at your face and block yourself every day? ”

He Zhili: "......"

He grinded his teeth, grabbed the corners of the quilt, reached out to cover the other party's entire face, and then poked her head wickedly, squeezing a contemptuous snort out of his throat.

It was the most contemptuous and disdainful voice she'd ever heard.

She raised her hand and exhaled the quilt on her face, and her originally neat hair was slightly fried by static electricity: "He Zhili, I'll put my words here, you biss tonight." ”

"How do you die?" He stood beside the bed, slowly buttoned his clothes, and whispered, "Are you dying in my sister's arms?" ”

The atmosphere downstairs was warm, the young man's eyebrows and eyes were lowered, his light figure was slender and straight, and he walked slowly down the stairs, and behind him was Xu Youzhi, who was slightly fried.

"Little bastard."

Walking into the dining table and passing by He Zhili's side, Xu Youzhi secretly poked and poked at him and scolded him in a low voice.

“……”

He Zhili smiled slightly.

vividly interprets what it means to "Xu Youzhi scolded me with a bastard, but I smiled in return." ”

“……”

Xu Youzhi felt as if her punch had hit cotton, and she stared at him, raising her eyebrows slightly.

It's a little expression that is ready to do bad things.

The tip of the young man's tongue was bitten by her, and the layer of soft meat would feel a tingling pain when it came into contact with the pungent taste, Xu Youzhi pretended not to know, and served him with a smile on his face, which was extremely eager.

"Xu Youzhi," Xu Zhouqi looked at her disapprovingly, not noticing the sword light in her eyes at all, "You just serve him vegetables?" Don't you have my dear brother in your eyes? ”

Xu Youzhi sat beside He Zhili, and the moment he glanced over, his face turned cold, and then he perfunctorily took a dumpling from his plate to his plate: "You know a fart." ”

The atmosphere at the dinner table was happy, and several parents only felt that the relationship between Xu Youzhi and He Zhili was very good, and they didn't know He Zhili's bitter feelings now.

He frowned indifferently, but he was reluctant to put the dish that Xu Youzhi gave him and then re-sandwiched it to others, so he endured the sensitive tingling and numbness on the tip of his tongue at the moment, and his brows did not wrinkle, and he ate all the leftovers.

After eating dumplings, it is Xu Zhouqi's red envelope link full of expectations, in all fairness, his parents are no better than Xu Shengzhang and Lin Zhi, the former is an ordinary little white-collar worker, but the latter is the executive president of a listed company, fortunately, the relationship between the two is not bad, and the red envelopes are solid and thick.

These are just a formality, Xu Youzhi really doesn't care much about the amount in the red envelope, but almost every year, Xu Zhouqi will wrap her again, and then with an expression of "you see I'm okay to you", he smashed the thick pile into her hands.

Xu Youzhi was squatting in front of the refrigerator, scooping out a bottle of Wangzi milk for a certain autistic cat, glancing at him, but this time he didn't answer: "Wrong." ”

Xu Zhouqi's red envelope, she looked at her parents' bag, it looked quite thick inside - in fact, it was really thick, but there was also a bank card mixed in it, their family was a little difficult this year, but Xu Zhouqi's parents did not speak, their family is that kind of gentle temperament, but the heart is tough, not easy to ask for someone to help.

Xu Zhouqi smiled and reached out to rub her head, and said softly: "What are you doing?" I'm your brother, don't you even want your brother's red envelope? ”

"Keep it for yourself, I don't miss you."

Xu Youzhi raised the little red can in his hand at him, raised his eyebrows beautifully, then bypassed him, walked to He Xiaomei nested on the sofa, reached out and took the cup he was holding in his palm, and spoke, "Drinking alcohol hurts your body, you are not allowed to drink, drink milk." ”

Drinking alcohol hurts the body.

Hearing these four words, the young man trembled, subconsciously glanced at her, and pulled his lips speechlessly: "...... That's white water. ”

The sense of substitution is too strong, and the scene in the dream where she chased him with a stick and said that she was going to break his leg seemed to appear again.

His plutonic pupils narrowed.

The aggrieved emotions came suddenly.

Drinking hurts?

Drinking and she'll break his legs.

It's a good girl to be so violent all day long, who else wants it but him.

But Xu Youzhi was unaware of the words "broken leg" in the shadow of He Zhili, bent over and pinched his face, gritted his teeth, and smiled softly: "I can smell it." ”

He pinched the red jar depressedly, the cold temperature spread along his fingertips, the tip of his tongue against his teeth, his hair was messy, and he sulked: "I'm not a child, why do you keep giving me milk." ”

"Why, don't you like to drink? Don't you like to drink me, as for buying such a box and hoarding it, I can't afford to buy the genuine version, I can't feel sorry for you? ”

He Zhili: "......"

"It's snowing outside again," she said, looking up at the window, "Let's go out and play, open your mouth sister to see if your tongue hurts." ”

He Zhili was caught off guard by someone pinching his cheeks, and after struggling twice in pain, he obediently stuck out the tip of his tongue, and his voice was low and vague: "You still have so many spicy ones for me." ”

She half-knelt beside the young man, and let out a faint "tsk", and after the impulse, she was endlessly distressed: "Then you don't know whether to eat it?" ”

With the character of He Zhili, he is not the kind of person who will wronged himself at all, but he is simply well-behaved and soft in front of him.

Tut.

Moe point.

He looked at her quite lightly, not salty or light: "Why didn't you say earlier that I could not eat it?" ”