302 Sheng Chuncheng Still Habitually Waking Up Early
Sheng Chuncheng still habitually wakes up very early and cannot fall back to sleep after waking up.
He simply got up, washed up, and stood at the stairs without going downstairs. Xiao Meng was still on duty downstairs. After getting to know each other, Xiao Meng would make fun of Sheng Chuncheng every time he saw Sheng Chuncheng.
No wonder, being in this small world all day is too boring, so I have to find ways to have some fun and make myself happy.
Sheng Chuncheng walked back to the room, folded the quilt and placed it on the bedside. He stretched out the sheets with his hands and arranged them neatly. Then he sat on the bed, fell down, and leaned on the quilt.
Sheng Chuncheng himself didn't understand his behavior. If he wanted to sit down, why should he straighten out the sheets? Wouldn't they wrinkle them again immediately after sitting down? But he couldn't help it. These were already his subconscious actions, a bit obsessive-compulsive. That's it.
When I was in college, in that doghouse-like dormitory, his bed was always the neatest, and his roommates all took pleasure in messing up his bed.
Including when she was with Ding Huamei, what made Sheng Chuncheng most intolerable was that she liked to throw clothes and other things around the room. Every time Sheng Chuncheng talked about her, she always spoke plausibly. Mr. Sheng, are you mistaken?
If I don’t mess up, what are you going to clean up?
After moving to Ducubic, it became even more complicated. There were more rooms. Her things were scattered so much that she couldn't even find them. She sat up on the bed and yelled, "Honey, have you seen my pair of jeans? Come on, help me find them."
one time.
When Sheng Chuncheng talked about her again, she still spoke plausibly. Did she make a mistake? I knew where I had thrown it. You sorted it out for me. How could I find it?
Sheng Chuncheng leaned there, restless. He looked out the window. It was already dawn and the time was later than yesterday. He was thinking about that guy and asked him to come over for a massage. Massage is just like smoking and drinking, it can be addictive.
, I pressed it yesterday, it felt comfortable, and I want to press it again today.
Sheng Chuncheng didn't know why, but he wanted to go in there at this time. There seemed to be some invisible thing pulling him there.
Of course, it would not be a half-naked upper body that he could feast his eyes on. To Sheng Chuncheng, a half-naked upper body was nothing, it was too childish.
There must be something else, Sheng Chuncheng couldn't figure it out, and he couldn't figure it out clearly.
But at the same time, he was a little afraid of going over there. He was very afraid of the back figure on the bed, which was Yanyan. He was also afraid that during the massage, he would not be able to control his impulse and press the guy's head on the bed.
Give him a few hard punches.
This is why he kept looking at the back of that guy while massaging him yesterday. If he saw clearly that it was Yanyan, he felt that he would not be able to control his anger.
No one knows what this masseur, who has light and skillful techniques, is thinking in his mind when he is massaging, or what undercurrents are surging beneath his calm appearance.
Just like when he was massaging Xueer, he had to control his desires at all times. When he was massaging that guy yesterday, he also tried to control his anger and impulse. Yes, he was polite and soft-spoken on the surface.
There is anger hidden in his words.
There is also a heartbreaking pain.
Sheng Chuncheng knew very well that the source of his anger was aroused by that guy. It was his frivolity and arrogance, his frivolity towards people, especially the figure next to him, that made Sheng Chuncheng feel that it was better to curse people directly.
Beating people, even stabbing them with a knife and hurting them.
He said, it's like a pig. When he pushed the person towards the bed with his butt, the disdain and indifference naturally showed on his face suddenly made Sheng Chuncheng very angry. He felt that a person had no right to do this.
When dealing with another person, you can fuck her and hit her. This is a matter of mutual consent, a transaction.
But you can't treat others with such an attitude, it's worse than scum. It's worse than rolling your eyes at someone for three days and three nights. Rolling your eyes is better than hurting someone with a knife.
People are hurt more deeply. The knife hurts the body, but the white eyes hurt the heart.
At that moment, Sheng Chuncheng thought that this girl was her parents' treasure at home. She was so beautiful, and she might be the pride of the family. But her family members definitely didn't know that she was treated like trash outside.
treat.
At that moment, Sheng Chuncheng even thought of Chuni and his sister, who was also a girl. If someone treated her with such an attitude, Sheng Chuncheng would definitely kill him and he would do what he said.
Sheng Chuncheng didn't see clearly whether that figure was Yanyan. If it was Yanyan, he would definitely be angered. To be fair, Sheng Chuncheng had never loved Yanyan or longed for Yanyan. This was different from Xue'er and Shanshan.
It's the same. It's not because Yanyan isn't beautiful enough, let alone because she does this, but because she feels that she and she are from two different worlds.
How could people from two worlds merge together? It was impossible. He had never thought about it.
But when he was with her, Sheng Chuncheng felt a sense of closeness. This feeling of closeness had nothing to do with men and women. It was more like being of the same kind, a bit like a relative.
He was very relaxed when he was with her and felt that he had a lot to talk about. Yanyan was really a bit like Yu Dazi. If she were a boy, they would become brothers. She was a girl. In Sheng Chuncheng's view, they
We can still be brothers.
If brother is treated so lightly and treated like trash, how could he not be angry?
Sheng Chuncheng's cell phone dinged, and then it kept ringing. He looked and saw that it was Sun Hong. When he opened WeChat, Sun Hong sent him more than a dozen voice messages, just like Ding Huamei sent him that day.
Sent.
Sheng Chuncheng clicked on the first one, and Sun Hong's voice rang out one after another:
"It can't be done, it can't be done, let me tell you, it can't be done, this little girl of yours is so good, I must accept her as my sister, I have decided."
"When she entered the box yesterday, she acted so much like me. She said, sister, my mother was hit by a car and was being treated in the hospital. She couldn't get through when she called me, so she asked someone in my office and found out I was here.
Come here, she asked me to leave quickly."
"Haha, didn't you see her pitiful look when she called me sister, and her expression and nervous look when she said her mother was being rescued in the hospital? The acting was so good, it was absolutely amazing.
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"When those people heard this, they immediately believed it and said they wanted to accompany us to the hospital. The girl said that she could go with me. Now during the epidemic, other people can't get in even when they get to the hospital, so those people gave up."
"They sent the two of us downstairs and into the car. The car started. They also told us that when we get to the hospital, if we need any help, we must call them. Haha, it was a ghost call. As soon as I got in the car
, I don’t know anything anymore…”
Sheng Chuncheng held the phone and also laughed. What's so good about acting? Chung Xinxin was acting in her true colors. How much courage did she have to muster to enter the box? If she wasn't nervous, she would have seen a ghost.
