The man who turned the times

Chapter 62

Su Yang: "I apologize to you, can you stop crying?"

Su Weiwei was crying.

"I'm sorry, don't cry."

Su Weiwei was still crying.

"As long as you don't cry, I'll let you fight casually, okay? Don't cry now. You're not a three-year-old kid. Do you want to lose face?"

Su Weiwei was still crying sadly, turning a deaf ear to Su Yang's words.

She tried to persuade her with good words, but her sister ignored her. Su Yang pursed his lips, slapped Lun on her thigh suddenly.

Snapped!
"Ah..." Su Weiwei screamed from the beating, and glared at Su Yang angrily with a pair of red eyes.

Su Yang also stared at her, and said, "Don't cry, okay?"

"You don't care about me, I'm going to cry, I'm going to cry!" Su Weiwei kicked her legs on the floor, rolling and saying.

"Okay, then you cry slowly." Su Yang stood up, glanced at his sister who was lying on the floor rolling, and said:

"It's best to cry and cry. Tomorrow, I will post the video of a female anchor rolling and crying on the ground on the Internet, so that netizens can appreciate it."

While talking, Su Yang came to the bedside, picked up his mobile phone, and aimed at Su Weiwei.

Immediately, Su Weiwei, who was lying on the ground crying, stopped crying instantly, then jumped up from the ground and chased after Su Yang.

"Give me the phone, don't take pictures." Su Weiwei hurried to snatch Su Yang's Noi 5.

"Stop crying now?" Su Yang had a half-smile.

"If you don't take pictures, I won't cry."

"If you don't cry, I won't shoot."

Between crying and not crying, Su Weiwei made the right choice.

Sniffing, she stopped crying, and Su Yang also threw away the phone.

"Smelly brother, tell you to bully me, I will beat you to death."

However, Su Weiwei, who still had some resentment, made a fist and punched Su Yang's chest.

"Hiss, take it easy." Su Yang took a breath.

"It's not light, it's serious. Kill your heartless stinky brother, bully your sister, beat me, beat me..."

After beating seven or eight times in a row, Su Weiwei felt relieved.

However, Su Yang felt uncomfortable. He rubbed his chest and sat slumped on the edge of the bed with a painful expression.

Seeing this, Su Weiwei twitched her eyebrows, wiped her tears and knelt down, and pushed his shoulder: "Hey, are you okay?"

"It hurts." Su Yang tore off his clothes, revealing a mass of red marks on his chest.

Su Weiwei was startled, and hurriedly said: "Ayang, you... I didn't use multiple hands, how did it become like this, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

As she spoke, she was so anxious that tears almost fell out again.

Su Yang coughed: "It's okay, it's just a pain for a while, so don't cry."

"I didn't cry." Su Weiwei wiped her nose and said, "Wait, I'll get some medicine to wipe it for you."

After finishing speaking, she hurriedly got up and went back to her room. After a while, she took a bottle of potion for treating bruises and came to rub the medicine on Su Yang's chest.

In fact, Su Yang's red mark was just a little painful at first, but when Su Weiwei brought the medicine, the pain basically disappeared, and there was no need to take medicine.

However, in order to avoid other accidents, he still pretended to be dying, and obediently asked his sister to administer the medicine.

After finishing the work, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at her sister whose hair was a little messy, her autumn eyes were slightly red, and her thin lips were crystal clear and watery, Su Yang was a little lost.

"How about Ayang, do you feel better now?" Su Weiwei asked.

"It's much better." Su Yang returned to his senses and quickly replied.

"I'm sorry, my sister didn't do it on purpose just now, but she just got angry. She wanted to hit you twice, but she didn't expect to hit you hard." Su Weiwei apologized while sitting next to Su Yang, looking at him.

Although my sister is lazy, she is actually not bad-tempered. She is a very kind little woman in her bones.

Su Yang waved his hands and smiled: "It's okay, if you really feel sorry, just ask brother to come and listen."

"Get lost!" Su Weiwei's face tensed, "Stop joking now, or I will really ignore you in the future."

"Okay, okay, no kidding." Su Yang quickly responded, thought for a while and said, "By the way, you came to my room so late, what do you want me to do?"

"I forgot if you didn't ask, there is indeed something."

"Say."

"That..." Su Weiwei showed hesitation, lowered her head and struggled for a while and said, "In my live broadcast room, there are many little fans of yours who said they want to see your new work, let me ask if you have any No new songs."

"New song?" Su Yang blinked, nodded and said, "Yes."

"Really!" Su Weiwei's beautiful eyes flickered.

Su Yang nodded.

"Great, take it out for me to have a look, hurry up." Su Weiwei rubbed her hands and said eagerly.

Su Yang looked at her and smiled faintly: "You can ask for a song, but you have to call brother first."

"Ayang, you are here again, can't you not be joking?" Su Weiwei frowned and said angrily.

Su Yang said, "My request is too much?"

"Excessive!" Su Weiwei nodded.

"Then why didn't you think about my feelings when you hacked me in the live broadcast room?" Su Yang smiled.

Su Weiwei: ...

My sister was silent, stopped talking, and her face became a little embarrassed.

After a while, she glanced at her younger brother with a guilty conscience, and said, "Why are you peeking at my live broadcast? You are really shameless."

"I looked at it openly." Su Yang said, "Why don't you explain? You promised me not to blackmail me before."

"I, I was just kidding." Su Weiwei's well-trimmed eyebrows moved, she twisted her slender waist and said coquettishly: "Okay, I was wrong, Ayang, I apologize to you, I'm sorry .”

"Call me brother."

"You're here again!" Su Weiwei gasped, her chubby chest rising and falling.

"In front of so many people hacking me in the live broadcast room, it's good not to let you call me dad."

"Hey, I'm still calling you Dad, do I dare you to agree? Let's see if Mom and Dad don't beat you to death."

Su Yang was disdainful, thinking that if you dare to call out, let's see if I dare to agree?

Su Yang curled his lips: "If you want new songs, forget it, um, I'm so sleepy, I'm going to sleep."

Seeing his rhythm of putting down his picks and preparing to chase people away, Su Weiwei's eyes flickered, biting her thin lips and struggling for a while.

He whispered: "Brother."

"Huh? Didn't hear clearly." Su Yang's eyes widened and his face showed a strange look. He really screamed.

"Get out, don't pretend to me, anyway, I called, it's your fault if you didn't hear clearly, there's a new song, give it to me quickly!"

"What are you panicking about? I'm thirsty, go get me a glass of water." Su Yang glanced at his sister and said leisurely.

Su Weiwei pouted, frowned and looked at her younger brother for a while, muttering "Goofy, you've changed", she could only compromise and go to pour water.

When she came back with water, Su Yang was already sitting at the desk and turned on the computer, writing the lyrics with a pen.

"Little dimple?" Su Weiwei leaned closer to take a look, and muttered.

Su Yang glanced at her from the corner of his eye, and then continued to write the lyrics.

After a while, after the lyrics were written, Su Yang handed the paper to Su Weiwei.

Su Weiwei read it once, and then said blankly: "Who is this song for?"

"Your, don't you want a new song?"

"Me?" Su Weiwei rubbed her cheeks with her slender fingers, and snorted, "I don't have dimples, are you bluffing?"

"Does it matter, it's just the lyrics." Su Yang rolled his eyes.

"Smelly brother."

Su Yang ignored her complaints, clicked to play the accompaniment of "Little Dimple" and began to sing.

After singing once, I looked at my sister.

Su Weiwei raised her eyebrows, blinked, and muttered, "It sounds good."

"Do you want this song?" Su Yang asked her.

"Yes, of course!" Su Weiwei nodded quickly,

Although she doesn't have dimples, that doesn't stop her from singing the song.

Apart from other things, the song "Little Dimple" is similar to "Confession Balloon" in terms of style, melody, and lyrics, so it suits her quite well.

(End of this chapter)