sweet joy

Chapter 125 Yours has chicken feces on it, don't mess around
Tang Zhihuan stared at Xia Chuyang, with a bit of a sour tone in his tone. I have to say that Xia Chuyang's appearance today was very popular with girls: "Do you know him?"

Song Xixi was about to answer when she heard Xia Chuyang yelling, "Tang Nianxi, come out!"

When Tang Zhihuan heard Xia Chuyang call Tang Nianxi's name, he stood up from the recliner, with a bit of coldness in his eyes: "Who are you, what do you want Tang Nianxi for?"

"Are you Tang Nianxi's brother? I'm sorry, last time I broke the birthday present Tang Nianxi gave you, I didn't mean to."

Xia Chuyang put the motorcycle helmet on the motorcycle, walked over and took out a cigarette from his pocket, and smiled generously: "Hello, I am Tang Nianxi's boyfriend, Xia Chuyang, who is in the same grade as her, today Come play with her."

"Boyfriend?" Tang Zhihuan was puzzled.

"Xia Chuyang, do you still dare to come?" The voice came from the room, Tang Nianxi stared at the arrogant Xia Chuyang with anger on his face:

"You didn't get beaten up by my mother last time, did you? Now you dare to call me my boyfriend?"

Xia Chuyang handed the cigarette and Tang Zhihuan refused to pick it up, so he lit it himself and took a sip, with a wicked smile on his lips: "I knew your mother wasn't home before I came, and today is my brother's birthday, so I promised him to take you with me." Yes, show me some face~”

Tang Nianxi picked up the big broom for sweeping the yard, and glared at Xia Chuyang angrily: "Do you want me to beat you up too?"

"Tang Nianxi, you can't beat me..." Xia Chuyang smiled, he liked Tang Nianxi staring at her, because Tang Nianxi only looked at him when he stared at him.

Tang Zhihuan watched coldly, no one could pester his sister.

He and Xia Chuyang are like two people, one is cold and gentle, the other is arrogant and wild, but Tang Zhihuan's coldness hides warning and cruelty.

Xia Chuyang took a deep breath of the cigarette, then stomped it out with his shoe: "Brother Tang, I really like Tang Nianxi..."

"I tell you how dare you talk nonsense!" Before Xia Chuyang finished speaking, Tang Nianxi came over with a broom on his shoulders. Fortunately, Xia Chuyang reacted quickly, so he didn't get hit by the broom that was still stuck with chicken feces.

"Tang Nianxi, there's chicken shit on yours, don't mess around!" Xia Chuyang was very conflicted, he had to attend the birthday party later, how could he get away with being covered in chicken shit?
"Get out, don't come to my house!" Tang Nianxi put down the broom, her cold face was full of disdain: "If I hear you talk nonsense about being my boyfriend again, I will hit you every time I see you!"

If there was only Tang Nianxi in the family, Xia Chuyang might have thrown Tang Nianxi onto the motorcycle right now, but with Tang Zhihuan and Song Xixi around, they were Tang Nianxi's relatives after all, so he didn't dare to mess around.

Put on the helmet again, twist the accelerator, the sound of the modified motorcycle is very dry, and I feel bored when I hear it: "Oh, I like your violent temper, I will come again when others are not at home~"

Then in a flash, the motorcycle flew away.

"Who is this kid?" Tang Zhihuan stared at his sister.

"It's just a school boy, it has nothing to do with me!" Tang Nianxi put the broom back against the wall, clapped his hands, then turned around and entered the room, obviously not wanting to chat with Tang Zhihuan.

Song Xixi stood up from the recliner, leaned against Tang Zhihuan and snickered: "Actually, your sister has inherited a lot of my mother-in-law's traits, this broom is carried very well, I can imagine my mother-in-law beating you with the broom ..."

Tang Zhihuan frowned and asked her, "How do you know this man?"

"He has been chasing Tang Nianxi for more than ten years, and we haven't been together since we got married." Song Xixi tilted his head, watching the direction Xia Chuyang left: "But I didn't expect him to be so wild when he was a child, and he was still a motorcycle boy... "

"How can my sister like such a man?" Tang Zhihuan complained, sitting on the cool chair, unless Tang Nianxi was blind, she would never like this little bastard at all.

"Don't underestimate him. Ten years later, he will be the boss of the company. In order to commemorate Xi, the company has moved to Italy, just because of Xi's study of Gothic architectural style..."

(End of this chapter)