Don't follow the rules

"Wow!!!"

Ning Yao stood at the door, shouting and jumping around in an exaggerated manner.

"Is this the world of rich people?!"

"Shhh." Xin Cheng put his index finger in front of his mouth. "Keep your voice down. There is a very busy old couple living below my floor."

Xin Cheng opened the door: "I even flushed the toilet and they complained, saying they were sleeping lightly and I woke them up. I don't know what kind of sleep they were sleeping in during the day. Did they take a nap in the morning?"

Manyi squatted next to the wine cabinet and picked things up very familiarly: "The sound insulation is so bad? Do you rich people also have shoddy decoration in your world?"

Xin Cheng shrugged: "After all, it's not home, so it's normal to have a hard time living outside."

Ning Yao pinched his face and silenced him: "Don't make me slap you."

An Han pushed up his glasses and carefully looked at this large flat-floor suite with an area of ​​more than 300 square meters. His eyes fell on an unexpected corner that was incompatible with the overall environment: "It's sealed with a blackout cloth. It's the opposite glass as you said. Where is the house?”

"Um, uh-huh!" Xin Cheng's face was still pinched and he could only nod.

Yingying stood at the door, scanning the whole room up and down, left and right, and finally seemed to have found the target, striding over the pile of unpacked sneakers at the door.

"A rich man's cloakroom! Here I come!" Yingying rubbed her hands excitedly.

Xin Cheng broke away from Ning Yao's hand: "Hey, wait, that's not the cloakroom!"

Yingying moved so fast that Xin Cheng didn't even have time to finish his words before she had already opened the door.

"...What is this?" Yingying half-squinted his eyes, as if he had been smoked by something dirty.

"Hey," Xin Cheng said with some embarrassment, "Well, although I'm not a collector, I like to collect some small objects occasionally."

Yingying took out a bamboo stick from the door and shook it at him: "What's so good about collecting this kind of thing?"

Xin Cheng explained: "Those are the marshmallows I bought for Xu Sui when we went to the amusement park together last time. The marshmallows have been eaten up, and only this bamboo stick is left. I rinsed it."

Yingying waved his hand in disgust and inserted the bamboo stick straight into the ground: "I really don't understand the hobbies of you rich people."

Xin Cheng tried hard to defend himself: "I didn't collect everything. The Qimeng Amusement Park is not haunted. I only kept it for the sake of being haunted."

"What about this one?" Yingying picked out a small, slightly deformed iron box.

Xin Cheng stepped forward and took it carefully: "Sister Yingying, you have strong hands, don't crush it. This is very memorable."

Ning Yao stepped forward to watch: "Ah~ this is it." There was a clear look of nostalgia on his face.

Yingying was curious: "You know?"

Ning Yao nodded: "It was originally a box used by Rao Qian to store string picks. Later, it was given to Xu Sui in the larval state as a temporary nest."

Xin Cheng put the iron box back to its original position: "Later, when Xu Sui turned into a human form, it was a little crushed and the lid couldn't be closed, but I didn't want to throw it away, so I found a corner and stored it."

Yingying pointed to a row of cute children's clothes in the transparent wardrobe: "Where's this?"

Xin Cheng: "Oh, these are the clothes Xu Sui wore. He is different from ordinary children. He grows up very fast. He can basically outgrow a set of clothes after wearing them twice. I think these little clothes are very delicate and cute. , and it’s quite new, so I stayed here.”

Yingying lowered his head and said in a cold voice: "Xin Cheng, are you actually a pervert?"

Xin Cheng:? ? ?

Yingying pointed to the cloakroom that was used as a temporary collection warehouse: "Which of all the collections here does not belong to Xu Sui?"

"I, I, I'm not... I just..." Xin Cheng was at a loss for words. He wanted to explain but couldn't think of any strong reason.

Ning Yao took Xin Cheng in his arms and said, "I understand, this is the mentality of an old father who loves his children."

"Yes, yes!" Xin Cheng was granted amnesty.

"Fuck your dad!" Ning Yao slapped him on the back of the head.

"Xu Sui is still a child! You beast!" Xin Cheng said anxiously: "I didn't! I really regard him as my own!"

Number 1: "Beast."

Xin Cheng: "Hey!"

An Han came over and interrupted them weakly: "Stop teasing Xin Cheng. By the way, Xin Cheng, can I drink the wine in your wine cabinet?"

"Wine?" Xin Cheng blinked, "What kind of wine?"

Manyi held an opened wine bottle in one hand: "This wine."

An Han was helpless: "Why did you drink it? Didn't I say that I would ask the master later?"

Xin Cheng smiled and said, "It's okay, just drink it. But this wine is provided in the guest room, and the taste may be average. In this case, I'll ask Xiaotang to get whatever you want to drink."

Manyi took a sip directly from the bottle to her mouth: "It doesn't matter, this wine is fine, I'll just rinse my mouth."

An Han: "Don't think of yourself as an outsider..."

Ning Yao raised her hand: "Tell Xiaotang, I want to drink milk tea, all sugar and ice."

Number 1 raised his hand: "I want a Coke with lemon and ice."

An Han said disapprovingly: "Ning Yao! Don't bring up bad children. No. 1, you should also learn something good."

No. 1 put down his raised hand and ran to Manyi: "Then give me a bottle."

Manyi tilted her neck and drank a lot of wine. After hearing this, she obediently handed the other bottle of wine to No. 1.

An Han swooped: "Dah!"

Manyi clicked her tongue: "You are just too nervous, don't kill children's nature."

"Drinking is not a child's nature, Doctor Man." An Han suppressed his anger and forced a smile through gritted teeth.

Xin Cheng immersed himself in sending a message to Assistant Tang: "Wine, milk tea, coke... If anyone else needs soup delivery service, please order it all at once."

Yingying was exploring the new area of ​​the suite and took the time to reply: "I don't need takeout, just urge him to find the makeup team."

Finally, Xin Cheng looked at An Han, who was the only one who hadn't asked for anything yet, and greeted him warmly: "Would you like something, too?"

An Han pursed his lips, seeming a little embarrassed to speak.

"It's okay~" Xin Cheng said, "If you have anything, just leave it to Xiaotang. Let him be busy so he won't have time to stare at me."

An Han glanced at Ning Yao awkwardly: "Is it really possible to do anything?"

Xin Cheng: "Yeah."

An Han seemed to have made up his mind: "Then I will say it."

Xin Cheng picked up his phone and prepared to record it.

An Han covered his heart: "I have suffered from Ning Yao's mental pollution all day long. Now I need to read a book to calm down, preferably pure literature."

Xin Cheng took out his ears suspiciously: "Ah? What is it?"

An Han pulled at his collar uncomfortably: "Actually, I feel dirty from the inside out. We haven't even gone to our room to rest since we were so busy in the morning. After all, I haven't taken any pictures for more than ten hours." It’s in the text.”

Ning Yao kicked An Han in the butt: "Stop pretending, believe it or not, I will wipe my ass with your degree certificate."

An Han held his butt and turned around with difficulty: "You should be launched to the Centaur. I really don't know how Brother Chunyu can tolerate you."

Xin Cheng suppressed a smile: "It's okay, it's okay. I'll let Xiaotang look for it. No need to bother."