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Chapter 437 The Black History That Can't Be Mentioned

Cheng Xu didn't know why the car suddenly started to stall, but in order to prove his strength, he opened his eyes and casually uttered nonsense.

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It's easy to brag about it.

Jing Xing's patience was completely exhausted, he knocked on the door frame twice with his fingertips, and issued an ultimatum: "Hurry up."

Hearing the silent threat in his voice, Cheng Xu didn't dare to say anything, got out of the driver's seat obediently, opened the rear door with one hand, and got in very cowardly.

Seeing that the driver's seat had been changed again, He Xiangyang's heart, which was hanging in his throat, fell back into his stomach again. He let out a breath, and loosened the tight seat belt. Suddenly, I felt that I had lucky enough to pick up a dog's life back from the Palace of the King of Hades.

The car door was closed, Jing Xing started the car, and drove away from the underground parking lot. Cheng Xu put his hands on the back of the passenger seat and stretched his head forward, as if he wanted to say something.

Lin Qingyou glanced at him, then at He Xiangyang, who was obviously in the mood of surviving the catastrophe, and promptly passed the small fish tank in his arms to Cheng Xu.

"Here, your little goldfish."

"Eh?" Cheng Xu's attention was drawn back by her, he took a look at the lively goldfish, then took the transparent small fish tank with both hands, and put it on his lap.

"Sister Qingyou, don't you like it?" He scratched his head and asked.

"That's not the reason." Lin Qingyou didn't hide it from him, and told him honestly, "I can't feed this kind of living thing."

"..."

A good reason to be honest.

"That Yangyang," Cheng Xubai poked the bubbles out of the little goldfish's mouth out of boredom after hearing what his sister Qingyou said, then turned his head and asked He Xiangyang in the front seat, "Shall I give this to you? I remember You like fish and shrimp, don't you?"

"Yes." He Xiangyang nodded cheerfully, turned around from the front, and took the fish tank over while talking, "I have always liked small fish and shrimp."

Jing Xing turned his head to look at him, and said in a slow tone, "Really, how did I remember that your favorite fish is cumin horse bream, and your favorite shrimp is spicy crayfish?"

He Xiangyang: "..."

Cheng Xu: "..."

Lin Qingyou: "..."

Because of this sentence, the atmosphere in the car was cold for three seconds. Lin Qingyou said in her heart that the little fish and shrimp are also very good, which is comparable to the small animals she likes.

The corner of He Xiangyang's mouth twitched, but he still couldn't hold back his voice: "Brother Xing, I think, I don't just like what you said, besides that, I also like little turtles."

Jing Xing raised the corner of his eyes, and the tail sounded: "Stewed soft-shelled turtle with mushrooms?"

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He Xiangyang was startled, stared at him with rounded eyes, and after a long time he murmured: "Brother, how did you know?"

It's a little secret that he likes to drink this kind of soft-shelled turtle soup, and he never orders it when he eats with Jing Chengxu and the others outside, because——

I heard that the efficacy of soft-shelled turtle soup is also a little secret.

"Your Aunt Chen said it." Jing Xing glanced at the rearview mirror, pointed the steering wheel casually with the tip of his index finger, his tone was light and calm.

"Ah? When?" He Xiangyang really didn't know there was such a thing.

The nanny in his family is an old aunt who is familiar with her, and she can chat with everyone she meets. Every time Cheng Xu, a nonsense output machine, goes to his house to play, Aunt Chen will always drag her and chatter until dark , I still linger until I leave, and we will meet again next time.

He Xiangyang thought that Cheng Xu and his Auntie Chen would form a cross talk group, without other cross talk actors, just the two of them would be able to support a cross talk studio by themselves.

But what He Xiangyang didn't expect was, how could his Auntie Chen be so awesome, even Jing Xing was dragged to chat with her, although there is a high probability that Auntie Chen would be there. He kept talking, Jing Xing would occasionally nod his head and say yes.

Who among them doesn't know that Jing Xing is known for being cold-tempered? When Jing Xing is not in a good mood, friends like them who have played with him since childhood are afraid to talk to him. Auntie Chen of his family The ignorant are truly fearless.

What did Lu Xun say?

A true warrior dares to face the bleak life and the blood dripping...

Sure enough, the words of Lu Xun and his elders still apply after decades.

"I went to your house to look for you once, and I happened to meet Aunt Chen cooking. She said that the biggest effect of stewed turtle with mushrooms is to improve intelligence and brain. Since you know this effect, you have said to drink turtle soup every day."

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Jing Xing unhurriedly added another sentence: "I also said that after you drank for half a month, you had nosebleeds for another half a month because of internal heat."

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"After the nosebleed was healed, in order to develop the intelligence of the brain, you began to drink restraint and restraint again." Jing Xing's words were specially emphasized on "reserved and restraint".

"..."

There was a wordless silence in the car. Lin Qingyou and Cheng Xu looked at each other silently, and then turned their heads to the outside of the car at the same time, so as to hide the corners of their lips that could not help but turn up.

...to develop the intelligence of the brain?

This effect sounds so...a bit miraculous.

"Okay, brother, it's okay—" After a long time, He Xiangyang raised his hand to cover his eyes, as if he felt that those years of being an idiot could not be recalled, and his tone was tactful but straightforward, "Let this matter pass." .”

I beg you, don't mention the past again, life is full of ups and downs, people grow up so big, who hasn't got some stupid black history?

After leaving the underground parking lot and bypassing the security section of the library, Jing Xing raised the roof of the car up.

Cheng Xu was wearing sunglasses, facing the sun with a concave shape, when his eyes suddenly darkened: "Huh?"

He took off his sunglasses and raised his neck: "Brother Xing, why did you raise the roof of the car?"

Before Jing Xing could speak, He Xiangyang said, "I'll tell you the truth, in fact, I wanted to talk about you when I came here just now."

It seems that in order to get rid of the suffocating topic of turtle soup to develop brain intelligence as soon as possible, He Xiangyang answered the conversation very smoothly this time: "What do you think? It's a hot day, and the surface temperature outside is almost Forty degrees, if you even get a convertible for the car, aren't you afraid of drying out a layer of your dog's skin?"

"That's what you said is wrong. If you want to be a handsome boy, you have to be not afraid of the sun." Cheng Xu said confidently.

"Okay." He Xiangyang shrugged, looking very talkative, pointing at Jing Xingdao, "You are right, then you talk to Brother Xing yourself."

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(End of this chapter)