Chosen unlucky guy

Chapter 12 Unexplainable

Regarding the matter of taking the station, it is actually a normal operation for He Jingle. After all, this young master is rich and well-raised. The opposite direction is more common; but for Xin Sui, who has a strong self-management ability, it is quite embarrassing. It is the first time that the majestic B university bully has been in the imperial capital for so many years. Wrong car.

The subway was still broadcasting the arrival reminder, and the onlookers watched these two handsome guys who seemed to have something wrong ran out of the car in embarrassment, and then walked to the opposite side to transfer;

Xin Sui's face is completely familiar, and I don't know if it's a psychological effect. I always feel that there is no one around who doesn't look here, but He Jingle next to him doesn't know what he is looking at with his mobile phone. Overwhelmed with joy, he leaned over: "Xin Sui, look at this!"

He looked up at the other party's screen in extreme shame, and found that it was a moving picture, which seemed to be posted by Yu Yehao in the group. The general content was that a dog was thrown from a moving vehicle with a very serious expression Innocent, it really makes people laugh; but Xin Sui vaguely felt that he seemed to be being ridiculed. He looked up again, and then found that it was actually the head of the two hundred and five around him!

I saw He Jingle first posted in the group: [Keep to the north, sitting and standing again! ]

Soon someone replied: [Correct, it's not You, it's You Shuang. ]

Then, there was such a moving picture that perfectly fit the situation of the two of them by accident.

Xin Sui: "..." I don't know what's ridiculous.

However, He Jingle seemed to have been poked in the laughing hole, and he kept laughing there, attracting the attention of the people around him; this familiar feeling of being watched made Xin Sui feel a chill and tremble uncontrollably. It was a hot day, but a thin layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on his back, which made his whole body itchy, as if he had been crawled over by a thousand ants, and there was a fine pain.

The world was spinning in his eyes, he thought, don't look at me, don't look at me, I didn't do anything.

Xin Sui knew that his state was wrong, but he didn't care too much, he covered He Jingle's mouth, and said almost fiercely: "Stop laughing!"

He Jingle struggled in his palm and said indistinctly, "What are you doing! Let me go!"

"Keep your voice down," Xin Sui paused indistinctly, as if his spirit had returned to his place, and it was just a delusional illusion just now.

He quickly let go of He Jingle, and the two of them looked at each other in the subway station. Finally, the former turned his head, his expression was not very good, but he tried his best not to look so abnormal, and then said in a low voice, "Jing Le , there are so many people around, all watching."

"Oh," He Jingle stopped laughing, and was keenly aware of Xin Sui's strangeness. Young Master He is extremely talented in seeing people's eyes. I saw him blinking and standing there, wondering what he was thinking. Driving from the tunnel, amidst the roar, he turned to look at Xin Sui, a little cautiously, "I'm sorry, did I disturb you?"

Xin Sui immediately regretted it, and said with a forced smile, "It's not your problem, it's my own problem."

The two got into the car, no one spoke this time, even He Jingle was as quiet as a quail; the car drove for a while, Xin Sui got off at a few stops earlier, and before getting out of the car, he saw that the people beside him were still low. With his head down, even the strand of hair that was always upturned seemed to be drooping down listlessly. He felt more and more guilty. Just about to speak, he suddenly saw something in the other party's hand, pinching it back and forth. He was so concentrated that he didn't even notice the movement of him getting up.

It was a dark thing, soft and elastic, and one could not help thinking of——

"..."

His thoughts suddenly went to that night when he couldn't sleep because of shit in the middle of the night, he subconsciously slapped He Jingle's hand, like a father controlling his son, he was so angry: "He Jingle, you, you—"

You you you you for a long time, but didn't say anything, He Jingle was still so wronged by this blow, and looked up at him eagerly: "What's wrong with me?"

Don't let him laugh, don't let him talk, and now he will be beaten even if he moves?

The young master got a little angry: "My dad has never cared about me since I was eight years old!"

Xin Sui was a little dazed by his yelling, and then looked down again, which ruined the big deal: it turned out that he had misread it, it was a decompression toy, and he didn't know when He Jingle was holding it in his hand of.

It's going to kill me, who is in their twenties and still carries small toys in their pockets?

"...Uh," Xin Sui spoke for a long time, sweat dripping from his forehead, he said carefully, "I thought what you took was--"

He Jingle also looked down, and burst out laughing. He raised his hand, didn't bother with the other party, but stuffed the hot ball into Xin Sui's hand: "Toy, what do you want?"

Suddenly, his smile gradually faded away, as if he had just reacted, he slowly looked at Xin Sui, the eyes of the two collided in mid-air, and at the same time: "..."

"Shut up!" He yelled, and pushed Xin Sui off the subway amidst the announcement of the arrival of the subway.

So Xin Sui, who was pushed down, stood on the platform of the waiting station where people were coming and going before he could react.

The train carrying Young Master He has already left, but the little Heibuliuqiu decompression toy that the other party was playing with not long ago is still in his palm, soaking in He Jingle's body temperature;

He stared at it for a while, then suddenly raised his hand and squeezed it, and then he stuffed it into his trouser pocket indifferently, and when he sent a message with his mobile phone, he said very gently and jokingly: "Don't want the toy anymore?" ]

He Jingle didn't reply for a long time, it's not that the subway network is bad, it's just because he is too busy to take care of himself at the moment, because his rich father has quickly grasped his whereabouts, and he is calling aggressively at the moment Questioning: "Stinky boy! Look at what good things you have done!"

This legendary real estate tycoon does not seem to be as gentle and elegant as ordinary people imagined, even a little northern accent can be seen in his speech: "Do you know, because of you, your aunt Ting has high blood pressure!"

Old He scolded Xiao He, and Xiao He had already prepared: "I didn't do anything, I just drank too much and said a few nonsense! If you take your drunken words seriously, then you were drunk eight years ago and lay on the curb and said You want me to be your father!"

This output stunned his father so angry that he blew his beard and stared: "Fuck you! When did I get drunk... Pooh, did I tell you this? Also, when you wake up in the morning, the man on the bed Who is it? All right, He Jingle, the emperor didn’t make a name for himself in school, but he learned how to play with little boys?”

"The little boy your family is playing with is 186 and has eight-pack abs! That's my friend, we were just kidding around... You don't understand, we young people talk like that now!"

This time there was silence on the phone for a long time, and he listened with trepidation. He was very happy, but also a little worried that his father would be so angry that he would poke him away.

Fortunately not, this young and promising entrepreneur seems to be in good health after getting old, He Hongguang rested, and continued to scold him wheezingly: "One more nonsense, believe it or not, I stopped your card !"

"Love can't stop!" He Jingle's neck twitched, and his temper rose, "I really don't mind asking for your living expenses! I'm going to be a star! Do you understand stars!"

He snapped and hung up the phone.

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This article is also known as "Master He and His Cheap Dads"

"The Art of Speaking"

It's been more than ten chapters, and our random brother (the nickname I just took) can finally shout out that sentence: I'm not a funny man!I am black and white!

I'm so sleepy, I'll continue to be unlucky tomorrow (meaning there's still tomorrow!