Reborn as a top-notch little wife

There were fine gravels in the wound, and Zhong Jiamu carefully pulled them out bit by bit. His hair hung down, revealing his eyebrows. Xi Changchang had never tried to look at him so close. The young man's handsome face, but the corners of his eyes were slightly

Downward, with a naturally careless attitude. At this time, Xi Changchang was helping her clean the wound intently. Xi Changchang suddenly felt a little blushing and hot-tempered. He smiled dryly and tried to break the strange feeling: "Oh, are you so serious?"

Zhong Jiamu's answer was to apply it directly with a cotton swab dipped in alcohol. Xi Changchang grinned again, and suddenly burst into tears because of the sudden pain.

Zhong Jiamu thrust the band-aid into her hand and said, "Put it on yourself." He turned around and walked outside the door, lighting a cigarette to himself.

Xi Changchang glanced at him, daring to be angry but not saying anything, so he carefully posted it. The salesperson next to him snickered: "Your boyfriend is so cute."

Such a cold look is called cute? Xi Changchang's head was a little knotted. Is it because the adjectives have been changed now? But he still went over to correct him first: "He is not my boyfriend, he is my brother."

The salesperson blinked his eyes with a dreamy look on his face: "Sister-brother love is so romantic."

The seats were smooth and speechless.

On the way home, Xi Changchang told Zhong Jiamu that the salesperson's words were a joke.

Zhong Jiamu was silent for a long time before asking: "Is it so funny?"

He had a poker face, but he didn't expect his heart to be right. Xi Changchang was very sympathetic to someone's lack of humor: "Of course it's funny, I'm your sister-in-law."

Zhong Jiamu disagreed: "I won't always be your brother-in-law."

Xi Changchang didn't hear the strangeness, and gave an example to demonstrate: "The point is, I am two years older than you! A full two years!" When talking about age, he not only looked up to the sky and sighed: "There is a generation gap!" How sad, it's really not the same age.

Time makes people grow old. Originally, twenty-two years old can be regarded as the prime of youth, but I face you every day..."

Zhong Jiamu was stunned and took a deep breath of cigarette. His voice was a little blurry. Xi Changchang didn't hear clearly, so he turned around and asked, "What did you say?"

Under the dim light, his face was half bright and half dark, his hair was an ambiguous light gray, and his eyes seemed to have a strange light.

Speaking of Xi Changchang's love history, she seems to always be envious of other people's sweet relationships: in elementary school, she was envious of other girls for having candies given by other little boys. In middle school, she was envious of other girls who could sit on the

The skirt of the handsome boy was flying behind the bicycle. When she went to college, especially during the final exam every year, every time she saw other girls holding exam questions leaked by their boyfriends, she would feel regretful.

She seems to have been born with no love for boys, and no boy has ever chased her in her memory. Once, at a high school class reunion, she sighed with a sad look on her face. Then she was beaten violently by a group of girlfriends, and everyone was in disarray.

Tongue - List: the guy from your class who has acne on his face, the guy from your class who combs his hair up to look like a Dao Ming Temple, and the guy from my class who has two cute little tiger teeth when he smiles...

Could it be that he always picks fights with her when he has nothing to do, causing her to avoid him every time he sees him? Is this called pursuit?

Is it true that every time I take the same bus after school without saying a word, it is called pursuit?

Could it be that constantly bragging to himself about his love history and constantly praising other girls to himself is called pursuit in disguise?

Under the disdainful gaze of a group of sisters, Xi Changchang found that he was completely out of touch with the concept of love of this era. So under the public indignation of everyone who hated iron, he spent an afternoon cramming into Xi Changchang the distortions of modern people.

Three Views.

"The so-called autumn spinach passed between the eyebrows is like Qiong Yao's sensationalism - outdated and ineffective." Someone said with a look of disdain.

"Today's love is all about speed, ruthlessness and accuracy." Someone looked serious.

"As long as there is love, just one word, come on! For the sake of love, move forward bravely, kill gods when you see them, and drive out ghosts when you see them. Anyone who stands in my way will be dragged out and humiliated!" Someone said with murderous intent.

"As long as there is no love, it doesn't matter whether he is in bed after a car accident or whether he keeps trying to stay in sorrow, just one word, let's go! Remember that the best movie is always the next one, and the best man is always the next one!" Someone said firmly.

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"The men in the world are all cheap. The only way to conquer them is to be even meaner than them!" Someone sneered again and again.

Faced with such shocking remarks and a bunch of tangled and twisted sisters, Xi Changchang's several questions were bombarded by fiercer fire. In the end, he could only sit blankly and was indoctrinated for an afternoon.

When Chang staggered back, all that was left in his mind were fierce words such as "Fight! Kill! Go!". The excitement of the war was no less intense than watching a classic movie "".

Zhong Jiamu poured water in the living room, took things, put things, and poured water again. He walked back and forth dozens of times, and the sound of his footsteps was unusually loud. Looking at Xi Changchang again, he still felt nothing.

Smirking at the TV.

Zhong Jiamu sighed secretly, and once again determined that some kind of idea of ​​​​saving the country through curves should not be used on some people whose brains can only operate in a straight line.

He pressed his fingers lightly, one, two, three, and as expected, he heard Xi Changchang's angry accusations.

"Zhong Jiamu, why did you turn off the TV suddenly!

Zhong Jiamu pointed to the door: "Help me move my things down."

Only then did Xi Changchang realize that there were two more big boxes at the door. Her anger was overcome by curiosity, and she asked: "Where are they?" Zhong Jiamu answered casually: "Fireworks."

"Smoke...Fireworks?" Xi Changchang's tongue was a little tangled, and pink foam suddenly rose somewhere in her heart that belonged to a girl's feelings.

Zhong Jiamu looked at Xi Changchang, whose eyes almost turned into red hearts, and pursed his lips: "Yeah."

"Then, what then?" Xi Changchang was a little incoherent.

Zhong Jiamu was a little impatient and did not answer. He only lifted one box and told Xi Changchang: "You move the other one."

Xi Changchang had to be picked up by Ling, and then he remembered to ask: "Where are you moving to?"

"Small Square."

The so-called small square is a somewhat empty grassland in a community behind their villa. It seems that there was a plan to build a fitness area or a basketball court. For some unknown reason, it was not implemented, and only a piece of grass was left there.

"Go...to the small square?" The temptation of imagination was too strong, and Xi Changchang had some difficulty in asking.

"No." Zhong Jiamu replied seriously: "I'm going to eat."

Huh? Eating...fireworks, Xi Changchang looked at Zhong Jiamu who looked serious, and it took him a while to realize that he was joking.

I have to say, it was very cold, very cold.

Xi Changchang shuddered, looked at the big box in his hand, and carefully confirmed: "Actually, you are going to set off fireworks, right?"

Zhong Jiamu returned her nonsense look and opened the door from the inside.

Even though the whole person was about to be submerged in pink foam, a good citizen's law-abiding thought still raised its head unyieldingly: "But isn't it forbidden to set off fireworks here now?"

Zhong Jiamu took it as a matter of course: "So what?"

So what? Xi Changchang was stunned and looked at this lawyer who ignored discipline and laws.

I have to say, it's really... downright cool.

Xi Changchang was defeated instantly.

After being stunned for a long time, he remembered his identity and the obligations that came with it. He cleared his throat and was about to start preaching: "Zhong Jiamu, you are like this..." No, I haven't finished yet.

Zhong Jiamu was already very impatient. He frowned and raised his voice slightly: "Are you going or not?"

"Go!" A good and law-abiding citizen nodded hurriedly and couldn't wait to express his attitude.

So one large and one small each held a box and started walking towards the back of the community.

Just like the seven auspicious clouds are to Fairy Zixia, just like the glass slippers are to Cinderella, Xi Changchang has an almost stubborn love for fireworks. This can be traced back to many years ago, when Xi Changchang was still a child.

Holding his arms, he watched a wealthy construction company set off fireworks on a newly purchased piece of land. After the fireworks were set off, Xi Changchang was nostalgic and refused to leave. So Xi's father half-coaxed and half-deceived: "When you fall in love, no matter how much you want to see

That person will set off the fireworks for you, and only for you."

Xi's father's temporary coaxing made the young and ignorant Xi Changchang define happiness as two people standing side by side, relying on each other and watching the fireworks bloom in the sky.

Although it was later discovered that this kind of trick can be found in idol dramas and romance novels, and it was so bloody that Xi Changchang deeply despised himself, but the budding idea still stuck in Xi Changchang's head.

root.

This kind of deep-rooted pink dream made Xi Changchang spurn herself again and again. She actually went for an unrealistic and superficial fireworks, so she always felt a little disappointed. Xi Changchang deeply felt that she was naive.

In order to prevent himself from becoming the greedy guy who wants to swallow the elephant, Xi Changchang has to reflect on himself every day before going to bed, and conduct deep self-criticism and self-examination on himself. However...according to the signs of his blood boiling today

From a glance, it is obvious that the effect is not very great.

Just as he was thinking about it, he had arrived at the small square. Zhong Jiamu put down the box in his hand, opened it, took out several identical fireworks, and arranged them in a row. Watching Zhong Jiamu take out a lighter from his pocket, with a "pop" sound,

The blue flame ignited.

"Wait a minute!" Ye Gong, a certain dragon hurriedly shouted for a timeout, ran two steps to the side, covered his ears with his hands: "Okay."

Zhong Jiamu shook his head helplessly and waited until she stood up before lighting the fireworks.

Clusters of fireworks soared into the sky amidst the sound of explosions, blooming into gorgeous flowers in the sky. Such prosperous beauty seemed like everything they wanted had come to them. The handsome young man stood among them, lowered his head to block the wind with his hands, and lit the firework.

A cigarette. Fireworks rise and fall suddenly, and his delicate outline is vaguely visible in the blink of an eye.

Xi Changchang's chest suddenly felt hot and he felt slightly dizzy.

Zhong Jiamu blew out the smoke and said something to her. In the loud noise, she couldn't hear clearly, so she narrowed her eyes and shouted: "What did you say?"

Zhong Jiamu didn't answer, just smiled at her. Xi Changchang had never seen him smile like this before. There was a delicate and shy smile on his always cold face, like the rising sun. Occasionally, a bunch of fireworks soared into the sky, illuminating

He looked into his eyes, but there was sadness like water flowing quietly in them.

Xi Changchang suddenly felt the urge to cry.

Such prosperous fireworks, such a beautiful young man.

Zhong Jiamu waved to her and made a gesture to go over. She took a breath, covered her ears and ran over.

Zhong Jiamu pointed to an unlit firework on one side: "Go and light it."

Xi Changchang waved his hand quickly: "I don't dare."

Zhong Jiamu was helpless: "I'll cover your ears for you."

Xi Changchang started to feel a little anxious, because An Xin - Zhong Jiamu would not let her get hurt.

She raised her head and confirmed: "You have to be there to help me."

Zhong Jiamu smiled and took off the cigarette from his mouth: "Use this."

This one is safer, she really doesn't dare to use a lighter.

Xi Changchang took the cigarette, knelt down cautiously, and approached the barrel with trembling hands.

Zhong Jiamu covered her ears from behind. Seeing that she was too slow, he finally sent her forward impatiently. Xi Changchang, who was unprepared, leaned forward involuntarily, and then - the fuse broke out.

Climb up.

"Bang!" There was a loud noise, and the sky instantly turned into daylight, with big white stars shining brightly.

The anger of being framed just now was replaced by boundless joy. Xi Changchang praised: "It's so beautiful!"

Zhong Jiamu did not look up at the sky, but just looked at her, smiled and said something. Only then did Xi Changchang realize that his hands were still on her ears, even though they were so close, she could no longer hear him.

She reached out and took Zhong Jiamu's hand, narrowed her eyes and asked, "What did you just say? I didn't hear it."

Zhong Jiamu didn't speak. She still had the same expression that made her dizzy just now, and her voice was hoarse: "I didn't intend to let you know."

Seeing Zhong Jiamu who had turned his head, Xi Changchang was defeated again.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of rapid footsteps, and someone shouted: "Who's there?" It seemed like the voice of a community security guard, and Xi Changchang was at a loss.

Sure enough, you can't do bad things. Apart from occasionally littering, this is the only illegal thing that I have ever done, and I was caught immediately. My image as a soul shaper and the people's gardener has been completely destroyed. Xi Changchang

His face immediately drooped.

Just as he started to feel sad, someone grabbed his hand and dragged him forward.

Zhong Jiamu turned around and glared at her as he ran: "Hurry up!"

Xi Changchang reacted immediately and hurriedly fled the scene of the crime.

According to the design of this community, each household has a small vegetable plot, and those on the first floor have a small courtyard in front of the vegetable plot. Many residents on the first floor have ivy planted beside the carved stainless steel courtyard walls.

In summer, the lush green is not only pleasing to the eye but also cool. In winter, although it has faded and faded, those dark rattans are still like a gray wall.

Zhong Jiamu took Xi Changchang and hid under the ivy vines. The two of them squatted, breathing low.

Two beams of light hit them, and they moved back a little.

The beam of light swayed just a short distance away from them, and two security guards with flashlights walked over, muttering all the way.

"Hey, he ran pretty fast," one said.

"They must be young people, young couples coming to light fireworks and have some romance. How can we old arms and legs keep up!"

Suddenly feeling a heat on her neck, Xi Changchang looked up and saw Zhong Jiamu smiling all over her face. Because the corner was too small, the two of them were very close to each other. When Zhong Jiamu smiled, the heat hit her cheeks and neck.

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Zhong Jiamu's eyes were full of smiles, and from such a close distance, his long eyelashes could be seen clearly.

Xi Changchang had never been so close to someone of the opposite sex outside of his family. He suddenly felt unnatural and shifted his body slightly.

There was a sudden tightening between the arms, and Zhong Jiamu's whole body covered her, hugging her.

Xi Changchang's chest felt hot, and her heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably. She looked up and saw Zhong Jiamu glaring at her - it turned out that the two security guards hadn't left yet.

After hugging each other for a while, the footsteps of the two security guards moved further and further away, until Zhong Jiamu could no longer hear them, and then Zhong Jiamu let her go.

It was obviously just a temporary measure, but Xi Changchang felt inexplicably that her face was red, her heart was hot, and her breathing was a little short. She was still squatting there, still in the same posture that Zhong Jiamu had just held her in, with a rumbling sound in her head.

The air seemed to be sticky with glue, it was so dull that it was suffocating, and time seemed to have frozen.

After a while, Zhong Jiamu stood up suddenly, his voice always cold: "Go back." He lifted his feet and walked forward slowly.

He never glanced at her from beginning to end.

Xi Changchang also stood up nonchalantly, like a child who had made a mistake. He just said "hmm" in a low voice and followed Zhong Jiamu home.

As we walked through the small square, cannon slips of different lengths were spread out in a mess on the ground.

Early in the morning, Changchang stood in front of the mirror, with a set of clothes in one hand, spinning three circles to the left and three to the right. Zhong Jiamu was drinking soy milk on the side, his face a little dark.

Really unable to make up his mind, Xi Changchang turned around with a grimace: "Zhong Jiamu, which one looks better?"

Zhong Jiamu glanced at the two sets of clothes in her hands and raised his chin to her left: "The big red one."

Red? Xi Changchang glanced at the black suit on her left hand, and suddenly remembered that she slowly turned around. There was a set of bright red dresses hanging on the hanger behind her.

It was the dress she wore as a background in a Republic of China drama when she joined the drama club in her sophomore year. Both the design and the fabric were vulgar to the extreme. Therefore, after that performance, she never wore it again.

Passed. The reason why she posted it today is because she decided to donate it over the weekend.

Xi Changchang was shocked by the bright red lace and asked stiffly: "You mean this one?"

Zhong Jiamu opened his eyes and lied: "Well, it's a very beautiful dress."

"Yes...really?" Looking at the suit, Xi Changchang felt a little embarrassed.

Zhong Jiamu struck preemptively: "You don't believe my vision?" He said in a fierce tone.

"Believe it! Believe it!" Thinking of the scene where Zhong Jiamu "attracts bees and butterflies" while walking on the road, and then thinking of how she usually dressed like a passerby, Xi Changchang fell into the trap as expected.

Five minutes later, Xi Changchang looked at himself in the mirror, dressed in red, bloated and tacky, and finally couldn't help but wonder: "Zhong Jiamu, why do I feel a little... weird?"

Zhong Jiamu, who was drinking soy milk, looked up and saw Xi Changchang, who looked like he had stepped out of the most vulgar country movie, and almost spit out a mouthful. He coughed twice before holding back his laughter, and said with a serious face: "It's indeed a bit strange...

..." After pondering for a while, he continued unconscionably: "This dress is very beautiful, it's because you don't have any makeup.

"Make up?" Xi Changchang was a little sad: "But I don't know how."

After what happened last time, Xi Changchang finally realized the fact that he can't put on makeup.

Zhong Jiamu shook his head in dissatisfaction and said with an upright face: "You must wear makeup to match this dress."

Xi Changchang had a deep ideological struggle, and finally said weakly: "How about forget it, I will stay as usual."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Jiamu immediately objected: "No!"

Today's Zhong Jiamu seems to be very abnormal. Compared with his usual self, he is obviously a little "nosy". Xi Changchang is a little confused: "Why?"

Zhong Jiamu began to interrogate: "Is today your birthday?"

"Yeah." nodded.

"Aren't you going to have dinner with your boyfriend?" His tone was a bit dull.

"Yeah." He nodded blankly.

"Don't you want to look pretty to see him?" The voice was a little rough.

"Think." The lamb fell into a trap completely.

Zhong Jiamu concluded: "So, you are going to put on makeup now."

"Okay." He was completely on board the pirate ship.

The makeup you add is nothing more than making your face whiter, your eyebrows thicker, and your lips redder."

Zhong Jiamu took the cosmetics in her hand and looked like a wolf grandmother: "I'll help you."

Xi Changchang closed his eyes, feeling like the powder puff was rubbing on his face like dough, and then there was a tickling and tingling sensation brushing across his eyebrows, and after a while, greasy lipstick traced the shape of his lips - this time

It was very gentle, but my hands were slightly shaking.

"Okay." Hearing Zhong Jiamu's voice, Xi Changchang opened her eyes. In front of her was Zhong Jiamu's enlarged face. When she opened her eyes, she looked at her blankly, a little surprised.

He looked at her as if she were an alien.

After what happened last time, Xi Changchang was already a little timid. Seeing Zhong Jiamu's reaction, he felt even more guilty: "Isn't it ugly?"

Zhong Jiamu looked away and answered a little unnaturally: "It's... very beautiful."

Thinking back to watching TV, Zhong Jiamu had a scornful attitude toward many of the female stars that Xi Changchang was envious of. Then he thought about how Zhong Jiamu’s friends were all beautiful women. Now even his eyes are higher than

Even though he praised himself as "very good-looking", Xi Changchang was immediately elated and went to look in the mirror happily.

Zhong Jiamu stopped her: "It's getting late, let's go find him."

Xi Changchang checked her phone, and sure enough, there was no time. She immediately let out an "ouch", grabbed her handbag and rushed downstairs.

Xi Changchang's life has never been so glorious. Along the way, whether it was on the platform or on the bus, or even when she was walking in the company, everyone who came her way looked at her sideways, whispered and turned back again and again.

Xi Changchang, whose style has always been ordinary, tried hard to maintain a dignified posture. Although he was a little out of breath, his heart was still full of surging passion.

With such a rate of turning heads and being so eye-catching, could this be the legendary beauty?

Xi Changchang burst into tears.

In full view of everyone, Xi Changchang arrived in front of the office, took a deep breath, and opened the office door.

Three employees in the office were talking. They all turned their heads, glanced at her, and then turned back to talk. Then they turned back stiffly, and Xi Changchang almost heard the "crunching" of their necks.

Uh...their expressions can't seem to be called stunning.

Facing six eyes that were almost bulging, Xi Changchang found it a little difficult to keep smiling, so he lowered his head and hurried to his seat.

The two old employees glanced sympathetically at the man with a rare expression of astonishment, said "haha" and walked out.

She and another employee were suddenly the only two people left in the office. Xi Changchang felt a little frustrated and just lowered her head to tidy up her things.

When it was almost time to get off work, the male idol who had been agreed in advance came to pick up Xi Changchang. When he saw Xi Changchang at the door, he came to her desk quietly without saying a word, and only handed her a mirror.

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A snow-white face appeared in the mirror, with thick black eyebrows twisted and tangled like a centipede, a bloody mouth with red lipstick, and the face of a female ghost in a midnight ghost story. Xi Changchang recognized it for a long time.

, only then did he realize that the flour dumpling inside was his face, and he was stunned for a long time. He looked up and saw the speechless expression of the person next to him, and thought for a long time to defend: "I didn't know it would be like this..."

Looking at Xi Changchang who looked depressed, he sighed: "Why do you dress up like this?"

The more Xi Changchang thought about it, the more aggrieved she became: "Because it's your birthday today, I want to go to dinner with you, and I want to dress up better..." She was so shocked by herself that she began to speak incoherently.

The male god was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "I'm very happy."

"Ah?" Xi Changchang was a little confused about the male god's genius.

The male god touched her head, his eyes were gentle and full of tenderness: "You did this for me, I'm very happy."

Xi Changchang slowly understood. His face was burning and his head lowered, but he still pouted and complained: "But it's ugly."

The male god gently placed his hand on hers, "Just go and wash it."

It took four or five packs of paper towels and half a bucket of purified water to get those black, red and white stains on the new paper towel. Xi Changchang's face had been wiped red and it hurt.

.The phone rang suddenly, and she quickly picked it up. Zhong Jiamu's voice came from inside: "How was the effect?"

Gloating, absolutely gloating! Thinking of the culprit who made herself so embarrassed, Xi Changchang was furious: "Zhong Jiamu, what kind of makeup did you put on me just now?!"

Zhong Jiamu asked without any guilt: "He doesn't like it?"

Xi Changchang was helpless: "Who would like that kind of adjustment?"

Zhong Jiamu was silent for a moment, and soon discovered the crux of the problem, and said righteously: "He doesn't know how to appreciate it."

Xi Changchang was speechless and couldn't find any rebuttal, so he could only reply feebly: "Well, there is a generation gap between our aesthetics and yours."

"You guys?" Zhong Jiamu's voice was a bit high, and then he hung up the phone with a bang.

Listening to the beeping busy tone, Xi Changchang was speechless again.

Although the opening of Twenty-Two was not very exciting, Xi Changchang became shy again when he remembered the expression of the male god just now, and put the unhappiness just now behind him.

Just as he was giggling, his phone rang again. Unexpectedly, it was Zhong Jiamu again.

Zhong Jiamu's tone this time was a little lazy: "What on earth did my brother say?"

Even though she knew he couldn't see it, Xi Changchang still blushed with embarrassment and lowered her voice a little: "He said he was very happy that I dressed up for him."

Zhong Jiamu was silent for a long time, then said "Oh". He asked another question very worriedly: "Then why did you go out with him today?"

Facts have proved that Xi Changchang's trick of changing the topic has been tried and true. She immediately switched from the questioner to the answerer: "Why can't you go out?"

Zhong Jiamu spoke earnestly: "Since my aesthetics are different from his, are you sure he will like the clothes I choose for you?"

Shocking, scary, Xi Changchang then remembered that he was wearing a bright red antique suit. He quickly stood up and rushed to the window. Although it was not clear, he could still see a bloated and tacky red ball on the glass. Xi Changchang

His face quickly drooped: "What should we do?"

Zhong Jiamu kindly suggested: "If it doesn't work today, then we can do it another day."

Xi Changchang was a little moved, and pouted in embarrassment: "But today is my birthday."

Zhong Jiamu's voice suddenly became cold: "Do you really want to celebrate his birthday with him?"

Without waiting for Xi Changchang to answer, he hung up the phone with a bang.

The familiar busy tone rang in his ears again, and Xi Changchang had begun to get used to it. Thinking about Zhong Jiamu who was extremely "enthusiastic" today, Xi Changchang frowned and felt doubt in his heart.

Just as Xi Changchang was about to leave the bathroom, she heard her male idol speak: "Xi Changchang, I'm sorry, my company has an important meeting to hold. I've put the birthday gift on the table, so I'm leaving now."

"But today..."

"Bang." With the sound of the door closing, Xi Changchang knew that her boyfriend had left. She lowered her head and sent a message to Zhong Jiamu: He went to work.

Zhong Jiamu rarely replied once in a second: I am sick. Come out, I will be downstairs in your company.

Xi Changchang:......

Xi Changchang came down without any hope, and while walking on the street, Zhong Jiamu didn't say a word.

Why is Zhong Jiamu as moody as the menopausal old lady at home today? Just as he was feeling good about himself, he suddenly felt Zhong Jiamu stop and follow his gaze. It turned out to be a cake shop on the corner of the street.

Zhong Jiamu pursed his lips: "Go in."

"ah?"

Zhong Jiamu rarely explained: "I want to eat sweets."

Could it be that when a person gets sick, his taste will completely change? A big academic question arises in Xi Changchang's mind.

However, no matter how suspicious he was, Xi Changchang was accustomed to resolutely carrying out Zhong Jiamu's words, and helped Zhong Jiamu in with a human-shaped crutch.

Half an hour later, Xi Changchang walked forward with difficulty, holding Zhong Jiamu in one hand and holding the cake in the other.

After passing a supermarket and looking at the bottles of wine in the bag, Xi Changchang felt like crying without tears.

Zhong Jiamu finally showed mercy: "Take a taxi."

After supporting Zhong Jiamu after walking such a long way, he went upstairs with a few bottles of wine and a big cake, opened the door, and Xi Changchang threw himself on the sofa.

Hearing Zhong Jiamu's light and heavy footsteps and the sound of plastic paper rubbing in his ears, Xi Changchang was about to fall asleep. Suddenly he felt someone shaking him. He opened his eyes relaxedly, and Zhong Jiamu had a look on his face.

Impatient: "Come here and make a wish."

Making a wish? Only then did Xi Changchang realize that on the coffee table was the cake he had just bought. It had now been disassembled, and a few candles were crookedly inserted on it.

Today is his birthday, Xi Changchang immediately realized it, and then looked at Zhong Jiamu, who still had a cool face, and couldn't help but shake his head and felt that he was really a filial brother-in-law.

Zhong Jiamu was stunned by her loving gaze and glanced at her: "Hurry up and make a wish."

Facing those crooked and crumbling candles, Xi Changchang still made a sincere wish.

Opening his eyes, he blew out six candles in three breaths, making Xi Changchang feel proud.

He glanced sideways at the silent Zhong Jiamu, then glanced sideways at the silent Zhong Jiamu, and then squinted at the silent Zhong Jiamu again. Finally he couldn't bear it anymore and shouted: "Zhong Jiamu, why don't you ask me Xu?"

What wish?!

Zhong Jiamu glanced at her sideways: "What wish did you make?" His tone was very perfunctory. Xi Changchang raised his chin even more angrily: "I won't tell you."

Three minutes later, Xi Changchang shouted again: "Zhong Jiamu, why didn't you ask me?"

"I asked, but you didn't answer." Zhong Jiamu spread his hands, looking very innocent.

She really didn't know how to cooperate, so Xi Changchang was very seductive: "If you ask, I won't tell you. If you ask again, and I won't tell you, you will keep asking until I tell you." This is a birthday drama every year.

Zhong Jiamu couldn't laugh or cry: "I don't want to know."

Xi Changchang was very obscene and seductive: "One of them is related to you..." The last "oh" was very long.

"I know." Zhong Jiamu picked up the plastic knife and started to cut the cake, lowering his head to hide the bitterness on his face: "But what you promised is different from what I want."

Just as he was sighing, Zhong Jiamu had already handed over a piece of cake and a glass of wine.

Looking at the glass of liquid with a dark red luster under the light, Xi Changchang felt a little sad. She, who had always been a teetotaler, picked it up, took a sip, and sighed with emotion: "I have aged another year."

The day after a certain rookie died heroically in front of three sips of wine, he finally showed up at noon. He sat on the sofa and drank water while carefully peeking at a certain person with a paralyzed face.

Half an hour later, a certain rookie finally couldn't help it and asked worriedly: "Zhong Jiamu, after I got drunk yesterday, did I do anything... uh, very unusual behavior?"

I heard that when a person is drunk, he will show a completely different personality from his usual one. According to this logic, wouldn't he want to transform into a royal sister?

Thinking of the scene where he was wearing leather boots and holding a soft whip, Xi Changchang shuddered and couldn't help but look at Zhong Jiamu up and down several times.

Hmm...Fortunately, I don't see any scars yet.

Feeling Xi Changchang's radar-like eyes, Zhong Jiamu didn't even raise his head, and answered perfunctorily: "No." He just talked about a lot of life from the beginning to the present, and did not rush to the balcony to sing.

He just smiles when he doesn't see anyone. Although he doesn't drink well, his wine is pretty good.

"Really not?" Xi Changchang was very suspicious.

Zhong Jiamu finally looked up at her, half-smiling but not smiling: "Then what do you think you did?"

It's okay not to say it. His words immediately made Xi Changchang's face heat up quickly and turn red.

"No...no." Xi Changchang stuttered a little.

Zhong Jiamu didn't expose it, and kindly explained: "After you were drunk yesterday, you talked a lot of nonsense and fell asleep."

Nonsense? Xi Changchang raised his eyebrows, but in the end he chose to ignore it as usual.

But thinking about it, I do remember some of it. I talked a lot, but I have no memory of when I went back to my room to go to bed.

What Xi Changchang remembers most clearly is a dream he had last night.

In the dream, she actually time-traveled into a fourteen-year-old or fifteen-year-old girl. She was the kind of beautiful woman who would be obsessed with him regardless of whether the leader, emperor, or killer looked at her.

On this day, she hid from her handsome father and handsome brother in the house, and went out to buy candied haws. While eating happily, she suddenly felt a little person underneath pulling her clothes. When she lowered her head, she saw that it was an eighty-nine-year-old man.

A little boy with a stinky face.

In line with the kind nature of the time-travelling girl, she lowered her head and smiled gently: "Little brother, why are you pulling me?"

The little boy raised his eyebrows, said nothing, and still looked at her with a disgusting look on his face.

Xi Changchang laughed for a long time, and the muscles on his face finally sagged under the contemptuous look of the little boy. The little boy finally spoke: "I want to go home with you."

Xi Changchang was speechless. Could this be the charm of a time-traveling girl who could win over everyone with a smile? She didn't even know how to dance to Tang poetry, Song lyrics, pop songs, and Latin dance, so someone was so devoted to her?!

The little boy's next dull narration instantly interrupted her narcissism: "I've been on the street for so long, and I've never seen anyone smile so idiotically."

Xi Changchang was furious and accused angrily: "Then why do you still want to go home with me?"

The little boy's eyes drooped, with a nonchalant look on his face: "Because you are an idiot and I am bored, so I just want to see how stupid a fool can be."

Xi Changchang was on the verge of going berserk. Looking at the serious kid, he was so angry that he was tongue-tied and speechless.

The little boy didn't notice it at all, or didn't take it to heart at all, and continued: "Since I have decided to follow you now, let's make a mark now to prevent you from stupidly following others in the future.

Walk."

Xi Changchang was so angry that he laughed back and glanced sideways until the kid on his chest was very contemptuous: "What mark do you want to give me?"

Could a little kid still be able to brand her with a pig iron?

"That's it." The kid chuckled and suddenly grew much taller, much taller than her. He reached out and pulled her into his arms, lowered his head...

Zhong Jiamu looked at Xi Changchang, whose face was red for no reason, and did not ask further questions. He just reminded him casually: "Can you make it to the afternoon class?"

Xi Changchang immediately screamed. In the morning, Zhong Jiamu called the company to ask for leave for her. If she was late in the afternoon, even if it was her own company, she would probably have to pack up and go home. After all, her father would not let the company's employees spare her.

Although it is his own company, Father Xi doesn't give him any face.

Xi Changchang quickly packed up her things and hurriedly ran out.

When I walked to the door, I remembered a very serious question: "Zhong Jiamu, will drinking red wine cause allergies?"

"Huh?" Zhong Jiamu had a rare expression of doubt on his face.

Xi Changchang was very troubled: "Why did I wake up today and feel that my mouth is red and swollen? Is it because my skin is allergic to red wine?"

Zhong Jiamu was stunned for a moment, and there was an inexplicable blush on his face and ears. After a while, he nodded stiffly.

That night, Xi Changchang bought a lot of allergy medicine and applied it on her mouth.

Zhong Jiamu sat aside, watching TV seriously, and occasionally peeking at it.

Xi Changchang accidentally caught his gaze and asked stupidly and innocently: "Is something wrong?"

Zhong Jiamu taught her like a wolf grandmother: "Since you are allergic to alcohol, don't drink outside in the future, so as not to scare others."