Thousands of years old silly white sweet

Xiujue went into the pharmacy and sat on the chair for people to rest for a full minute before he calmed down.

If it were someone else, they would definitely think that Dong Changqing was trying to manipulate her on purpose. This feeling is like marrying a daughter-in-law, only to find out that the daughter-in-law is a man after a wedding night in the bridal chamber.

Still a rival.

That kind of ups and downs, most people can't bear it.

That is to cultivate consciousness and have this powerful psychological quality.

"Sir, do you need anything? Is there something uncomfortable?" The shopping guide wearing a nurse's uniform had noticed him since Xiujue came in, and couldn't help but approach him.

Xiujue glanced at her, "Are there any vitamins?"

"Huh? What vitamins do you need?"

"Sweet."

After Xiujue bought two bottles of vitamin C, he walked out of the pharmacy. Dong Changqing was already waiting for him outside, and trotted all the way to Xiujue, "Have you finished buying? Are you ready to eat?"

He didn't seem to realize how hurtful what he just said was.

Xiu Jue pursed his lips, hummed in a low voice, and then pulled his hand that was tucked into his sleeve, "Let's go."

The place to eat is on the top floor of a [-]-story building. It is a five-star restaurant with a Michelin-starred chef. It has good privacy and a great atmosphere. It can also watch the bustling night view of the capital. It is a holy place for many couples to date.

On New Year's Eve, two men hold hands and come to this kind of place for dinner. It goes without saying what kind of relationship it is.

The waiter was slightly surprised, and asked politely, "Do the two guests have an appointment?"

Xiujue has long planned, and naturally has an appointment, "My surname is Xiu."

"Mr. Xiu, this way please."

Xiu Jue decided on a table with the best viewing angle. Everything from the tableware decoration to the lighting and carpet was extravagant and elegant, and even his breath smelled expensive.

Dong Changqing, who was wearing a cheap bread jacket, looked out of place in this kind of high-end place.

However, the calmness and spontaneity exuded from his bones made the waiter stare at him for quite a while.

"Mr. Xiu, these things look so strange." Dong Changqing held the menu with a confused look on his face.

cream soup?snails?Foie gras?

This, can this be eaten?

"You can have a try."

Dong Changqing immediately shook her head and pushed the menu to Xiujue, "I don't want it anymore, I want a steak."

Dong Changqing is someone who has eaten steak in a fast food restaurant.

Very western.

Xiujue smiled, and let him go, "Okay, a half-rare filet, sirloin, and desserts, you can arrange it as you like. By the way, I have made an appointment for wine."

"Yes, please wait a moment, both of you."

Western food always takes a long time to wait, Xiujue doesn't speak, and Dong Changqing is also bored, as if he suddenly thought of something, he took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the window.

"doing what?"

Dong Changqing replied with a smile, "Send Weibo."

Xiujue was slightly surprised, "What?"

"Weibo, Li Chuang registered for me." Dong Changqing was complacent.

"You can play Weibo, why have you never told me?"

"It's not a big deal."

It's not a big deal, but it's an interesting thing, at least from Xiujue's perspective.

He took out his mobile phone and asked Dong Changqing with a smile in his eyes, "What's your name, I follow you."

"It's holly evergreen."

Xiujue quickly found his Weibo. The profile picture was that of a teddy bear in a coffee shop. He only posted five Weibo posts, all of which were shared pictures.

There is a steaming cup of coffee, colorful drinks, and the little snowman on the Land Rover, all of which are very unnutritious.

No wonder there are only three zombie fans.

There is one more concern.

Xiujue didn't click to look in, but he knew who he was paying attention to.

"Winter evergreen."

"Ok?"

"Do you really, like Ji Xinglin?"

Dong Changqing nodded.

It's not a day or two that he likes Ji Xinglin. This kind of thinking has long been ingrained and cannot be questioned. No matter how many times Xiujue asks, he will nod his head.

Xiujue felt the indescribable distress in his heart. He touched his coat pocket, took out a bottle of vitamin C, poured a pill into his palm, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it.

I heard that eating this is good for your health.

Cultivating consciousness is now like taking good care of one's own body so that one can live a few more years.

Seeing him eating, Dong Changqing felt greedy, and stretched out her hand to beg, "Give me one, please."

Xiujue deliberately refused to give it to him, "The medicine is bitter, even bitterer than bitter melon."

Dong Changqing looked at him with admiration.

After taking vitamin C, Xiujue pulled himself together and continued to ask him, "Do you like Ji Xinglin because he can play the piano?"

At this moment, in Xiujue's heart, Dong Changqing's liking for Ji Xinglin is just the feeling that fans like idols.

That's normal, who doesn't have an idol yet.

"As I told you, he is good-looking, just like me."

No matter how you ask, it is such a superficial answer.

So superficial that Xiujue didn't even think about treating Ji Xinglin as a rival in love.

It's also very funny, one day Ji Xinglin will become his rival in love.

While Xiujue was thinking wildly, Dong Changqing had already posted the photo of the night scene on Weibo.

He is not the kind of flower who likes to play with his mobile phone while eating. As soon as the appetizers are served, he puts his mobile phone aside strangely, "What is this?"

The waiter who hadn't left said, "Baked snails."

Dong Changqing thought it was a conch.

Thinking of the cute little snail in SpongeBob SquarePants, Dong Changqing frowned, without any appetite at all.

Only then did Xiujue come back to his senses, put the baked snails in the corner of the dining table, and gave him a glass of sober red wine, "Try this, fruit flavor."

Dong Changqing drank beer and found it bitter, so he was very cautious when drinking red wine. At first, he just licked it with the tip of his tongue, and then took a sip when he found the taste acceptable. When he really tasted the fruity taste, he took a left sip , took a sip, and drank it like a drink.

Xiu Jue didn't want him to get drunk, so he asked someone to remove the wine before he finished his drink.

After a while, the main course was brought up, and Dong Changqing was very satisfied with the meat. He held the knife and fork somewhat unskillfully, cut a piece of meat and put it in his mouth.

"Is it tasty?"

"It's not as delicious as your fried eggs." Dong Changqing said sweetly.

Xiujue turned his head, and a low laugh filled his throat, "If you do this, all my money will be wasted."

Only then did Dong Changqing remember to ask, "How much does this meal cost?"

"55."

"Don't lie to me, think I'm stupid, how could it be 55."

Xiujue had a look on your face that you are so smart that you can actually see through my appearance, "Okay, it's five hundred and five."

He has money, he treats guests, and besides, five hundred and five hundred and fifty is within Dong Changqing's tolerance range, so he is not very heartbroken, "Fortunately, there are no white flowers, but a piece of meat, a few snails, and a few shells are so expensive. It's a bit uncomfortable." Reasonable."

"Alcohol is more expensive."

Dong Changqing quickly handed over the cup, "Then have another cup."

Xiujue shook his head, "Don't get drunk, I still have a gift for you."

When he said this, Dong Changqing's curiosity came up, and he didn't have much interest in eating, and kept asking what the gift was.

Xiujue is very mysterious and doesn't reveal a word.

After dinner, he drove Dong Changqing back to his villa in the suburbs.

What Dong Changqing was like when she left is what she is now. The only difference is that Aunt Wang is no longer a live-in nanny. She comes every two days to clean the room and take care of the flowers and plants.

"Aunt Wang is not here..." Dong Changqing went to open the refrigerator as soon as he entered the door, as relaxed as if he had never been kicked out of here.

Xiujue breathed a sigh of relief.

The heartless Xiaohua really doesn't hold grudges.

"Aunt Wang will come tomorrow morning, and I'll ask him to make small wontons for you. Well, there's nothing in the refrigerator. Close it, and take a look at your present." Xiujue said, carrying the gift box up to the second floor.

Dong Changqing immediately closed the refrigerator and followed.

"What is it?" In fact, he had already guessed a little bit.

A gift that will make him comfortable.

Dong Changqing does not reject things as interesting as playing with a mobile phone.

He followed Xiujue into the bedroom, the bedroom was dark without the lights on, one hand held his wrist, Dong Changqing let out a cry of surprise, and was dragged into the bathroom.

"Why don't you turn on the light?"

Xiujue turned on a wall lamp, and the warm light illuminated the cold bathroom, "Can I help you take a bath?"

Xiujue asked in a trembling voice, his tie was pulled off at some point, and the collar of his shirt was slightly open, giving him a weird feeling.

Dong Changqing swallowed her saliva, and her baby-like dark eyes flickered uncomfortably, "I, I can wash myself."

"Remember the video I showed you?"

That day in the study, I gave him a gift while letting him watch the video.

Dong Changqing was impressed, and he asked, "Are we going to do that?"

"if you are willing to."

Dong Changqing nodded and smiled with bent eyes, "Of course I do."

He is very willing to do something that is a hundred times more comfortable than hugging and touching.

Those ignorant eyes made Xiujue feel guilty for doing something bad. He carried Dong Changqing to the sink and gently stroked his obedient hair, "Do you know what to do before giving the gift?"

"Ok?"

"Blindfolded."

Dong Changqing obediently covered her eyes with both hands, "Okay."

Xiujue smiled and broke off his hand, straightened his tie, tied it on his head, and covered his eyes, "Don't move around, take it off later."

In the unknown darkness, no matter who is at a loss, Dong Changqing subconsciously grabs Xiujue's collar, "You, you can't stay too far away from me..."

His slender and slender fingers clutched his black shirt, the strong contrast made Xiujue's eyes dim.

Again.

He wanted to tell Dong Changqing that such an intimate thing can only be done by people who love each other.

But from entering this villa, it seems that the second personality in the body has been released, and the usual Xiujue, who seized every opportunity to teach Dong Changqing to follow the right path, has been swallowed up.

"Okay, I'll never leave you."

The author has something to say: Mr. Xiu: He doesn’t love me, he doesn’t understand anything, forget it, eat it first and then talk