Chapter Thirty-Eight: Do You Use Me as a Weather Forecast?

Guan Yu personally sent me out, and said that he wanted me to take his ride, thinking of going to get a guitar, he refused his kindness, he looked at me with infinite worry, and said: "Actually, I admire your personality of sticking a knife in the ribs for your friend, but it doesn't seem to be good." ”

"Hey, hey." I smiled and said, "It's really not good to be so dead-skinned, but it's very useful, I've studied, except for Diao Chen, this trick is unpleasant for everyone." ”

"Uh......" The corners of Guan Yu's mouth twitched a few times, and he shook his hand awkwardly and said, "Diao Chen is really right, your comprehension ability is really not good." Okay, you go back, if there is anything I can help in the future, although I opened my mouth, but there is one, don't make such a big battle, I am also a serious businessman. ”

"I know, I know, face." No matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like a good person, in fact, with his temperament and appearance, it's really condescending not to be the biggest pirated disc dealer, especially his signature action of occasionally shaking his hand when he speaks, he looks like a hip-hop singer, and like a cerebral thrombotic attack, the mix and match is too boundary, and I can't bear it with my taste.

When I opened the door and entered the house, I just heard the sound of the vacuum cleaner and was about to float away silently, but Aunt Liu had already found me, dragged the vacuum cleaner to the door, and asked excitedly, "Why haven't you come for several days?" ”

Isn't she disgusted that I came to spoil the fruits of her labor? Why is everyone lining up to surprise me today? She didn't wait for my answer, and moved on to the next topic quite excitedly: "What's wrong with you and Diao Chen, I think he has been different these days." ”

"Aunt Liu, you are also a big boss, and you are still gossiping, isn't it a little inappropriate?"

"Xiaobu, you haven't worked, you don't know how difficult it is to eat, whether I can serve a good job depends entirely on the face of the employer, Diao Chen is so sunny for three days and rainy for five days, I feel that Yali Mountain is big." Looking at her gloomy face, and hearing such an inconsistent sentence popping out of the mouth of someone who came from her, I am only a big Yali Mountain. She looked at me eagerly, and I said from the bottom of my heart: "Diao Chen's temper is not close to anyone, don't guess his mind, brain cells can't hurt, calm and calm." After listening to my words, she nodded with some feeling, and then said, "So I didn't guess, I came to ask you directly." ”

"It's too much, Aunt Liu, are you using me as a weather forecast?"

Aunt Liu's Nunu mouth said with a clear eye: "I thought you all were there, there is still a tacit understanding." ”

Isn't it just to trouble her to wash her clothes, as for such a fantasy? I roared almost an octave: "No, resolutely no!" ”

She said earnestly: "Xiaobu, Auntie knows that you are not a thin-skinned child, this can be had." ”

"Not really." I pointed to the oath of heaven and confessed indignantly: "Although this matter can't be said in too detail, but Diao Chen and I are absolutely innocent, as for whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway!" ”

I don't know why everyone is so persistent these days, but I believe that only a small part of all the obsessive things will follow you to the coffin. Just like the brother in this hospital, known as 'Yi Fourteen', he has an inexplicable sense of intimacy when he sees a tubular object, so he resolutely performs nunchucks in the school-level talent competition, and the soundtrack happens to be Zhou Jie's double-cut stick. The first minute was a good game, but then it turned into self-harm, and after I don't know how many sticks I smoked, I won the sympathy of the judges and the audience like a flash flood, and finally won the second place. From then on, no matter what he did, he would put a few nunchucks in his bag, until one day, he finally stopped being superstitious about stick-like objects, because, when he rode into the school gate, the electronic stop pole hanging in the air gave him a stick in the head in a derangement, and the power of this stick was not to be underestimated, and it was so powerful that it straightened his sexual orientation.

To sum up, all those who are obsessed with the scandal between me and Diao Chen, I will draw a circle and curse you, especially a certain aunt who slanders my innocence.