Please let her act on beauty

Chapter 723 I Just Like Old Men 21
It's an emoticon package sent by the boss.

A fat doll is gnawing its feet, and there are three glittering words beside it, are you busy.

Rao Rao has seen many similar emoticons exclusively for elders, but every time she sees them, she still can't help but twitch the corners of her lips.

This hot-eyed painting style.

She actually doesn't quite understand why the boss is in the golden age of a man, why his mentality...is so buddhist.

She replied a few words quickly.

[Your emoji is too ugly. 】

The boss frowned.

【Is it ugly? 】

Rao Rao felt that she had raised a son, which made the corners of her lips slightly curled up, very proud.

[It's very ugly. 】

The boss doesn't think his aesthetics are strange, he can only think that this is a child throwing a temper tantrum, and he has to be tolerant.

[Go to bed early. 】

Rao Rao looked at the time, it was only nine o'clock, but she agreed.

[Mr. Sheng, good night. 】

Sheng Xikun who received the message: "..."

I suddenly regret it.

But he still put down his phone and picked up the newspaper.

The reading glasses he wears are specially made, and the lenses are ordinary flat mirrors.

He has very good eyesight, unlike his grandpa.

Sheng Xikun was on the sofa, like a silent statue.

In my memory, the old man who reads the newspaper under the flickering light of the fire always has a smiling face, and the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose always look like they are about to fall off. He always pushes with his hands, once and again.

When he was a child, he was very envious, lying on his grandfather's lap, always felt that there was another world on paper.

Small rooms hide big dreams.

The picture turned around, the sick and haggard old man on the bed, holding his hand, telling him again and again, to go outside and have a look outside.

Sheng Xikun was named after his grandfather.

Tin is a metal that is very malleable at room temperature, and the old man hoped that he would learn to be flexible.

Kun, representing heaven and earth, the old man hopes that he will have great fortune.

Sheng Xikun was different from others since he was a child, he was as cold as a piece of ice, he sat for a whole day, taciturn, and seemed abrupt to everything around him.

The old man who knows that he can't be with his grandson all the time, hopes that he can go out for a walk.

The old man worried that his grandson would grow old alone.

Sheng Xikun didn't want to go out, but it was his grandfather's last wish.

So, Sheng Xikun, who was dressed in rags and spoke a local accent, came outside the mountain.

He has seen what is prosperity and wealth in the world, but he is still not interested.

He also thought that he could be a little boy for a day just sitting on the rock.

He still misses that old man with a kind smile on his face under the dim light.

There are very few things that can touch his heart.

He is like a passerby, watching passers-by with cold eyes.

Sheng Xikun put down the newspaper, folded it, and put it on his lap.

He remembered a kiss.

With a slight coolness, but the sound of heartbeat can be heard.

A bit of freshness broke into the lonely world, wanting to occupy the whole world with all its claws and claws.

Sheng Xikun touched the position of his heart and knocked his eyes slightly.

Many people wanted to come in, but an iron wall was erected here, and someone with an extremely hot light melted everything.

He seldom thought about why, except for this matter, but he couldn't figure it out no matter how he thought about it.

This is a big picture.

The girl's smile is as bright as spring flowers in March, holding a bouquet of pure white gardenias in her hands, her eyebrows are lowered and her smile is full of warmth, a white silk is squeezed on her wrist, the wind blows just in time, and the white silk flutters .

But behind her was the flames of war, the smoke billowing in a gloomy and oppressive, desperately gloomy.

She is like a touch of immature whiteness in a desperate world, delicate and warm.

(End of this chapter)