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Chapter 114 Is the guest official coming to a bowl of mixed bean porridge (2)

"She said there was no," Lin He replied.

"Then let me see, let's talk about it," said Cheng Boyan. "By the way, do you two have a camera there? The one you bought the one that showed off the show the show the show the show the show the show the show the show the show the show the show the show the show the show the show the show the show the show the show the show the show the show the show the show the show the show the show the show the show the show the show the show the show the show the show the show the show the show the show the show the show the show

"What are you saying...why, you want to use it?" Lin He smiled.

"If you don't use this formation, let Song Yi give it to Xiang Xi, he will use it." Cheng Boyan said with a smile.

"You..." Lin He wanted to say something, but he didn't continue to say it, "Okay."

Xiang Xi was in the house for two days and didn't go out. He ordered takeout and ate it in the house. He also cleaned up the house, wiped the dust, and swept the floor.

Liu Yuanping was alone at home and came over to take him out for a meal. The two chatted for a while and heard Liu Yuanping talk about a lot of school affairs.

Xiang Xi was envious of hearing it.

University, a serious college student.

He didn't even get into a primary school student and felt like he was a storyteller when listening to things in college.

After envying, he went back to the hut and stood there.

It is said that he said he would invite Cheng Boyan to dinner these two days, and Cheng Boyan also said that he would call him when he is free, but after saying good night that day, Cheng Boyan never contacted him again, without a phone number or text messages.

Xiang Xi couldn't say what it felt like, he was uneasy, afraid, and expectant.

If he didn't contact him anymore, he thought it was normal. When he saw him that day, he felt like he had hundreds of needles on his body. Anyone would be embarrassed to contact him.

Isn’t I so embarrassed that I walk around the edge?

In fact, after he came back, he thought about this for a whole night and didn't sleep well, so he kept thinking about why Cheng Boyan was.

But I didn't understand.

Until Monday, he was about to go to the supermarket to go back to work, and he didn't wait for Cheng Boyan's call.

I didn't know if it was disappointment or relief.

wait?

Yes, Xiang Xi took me with his father... No, "I accompany my mother to visit the supermarket" and his laptop were put in his backpack and walked out of the cottage. He was waiting for the phone call.

If you want to breathe a sigh of relief, maybe it is because you still feel embarrassed. He likes to stay with Cheng Boyan, likes to listen to him, and likes to tease him...

If you want to say disappointment... it is true disappointment.

Even though he was embarrassed, he still wanted to receive a call from Cheng Boyan, just like Cheng Boyan suddenly said that he was at the intersection that night.

Cheng Boyan is different from everyone to him.

For so long, Cheng Boyan has always been stretching out his hand to him. Without Cheng Boyan, he would not dare to think about how far he could go.

Maybe I was lying in that ditch full of mud and rotten grass...

I said when a fake blind man chatted with him before, the bottom line.

"I'm a person with a bottom line," the fake blind man pushed his sunglasses. "Some things I definitely won't do, that's my bottom line."

This made Xiang Xi happy for a long time. A fake blind man who cheated and stole all was a woman. He actually told people the bottom line with a deep and serious expression.

"You have a bottom line of butt. What you can't do is not that you can't do, but that you dare not do it," Xiang Xi said with joy. "Your bottom line is your courage. The greater the courage, the lower the bottom line."

The fake blind man was worried about his words for a long time. He always bumped into him when he walked and knocked him with a dog-beating stick several times, saying that he was blind and could not see him.

Xiang Xi has always felt that the bottom line and principle have nothing to do with him, but he has really thought about the bottom line issue seriously.

Where is your bottom line?

There must be a bottom line.

But it's rather erratic and unreasonable.

For example, when Uncle Ping asked him to try to extort money, he had a bottom line.

When Fang Yin asked him to take photos, he was unwilling to do so. When he said he would give him money, he agreed again, and the bottom line was gone.

For example, when Tan Xiaokang touched him, he had a bottom line.

As long as Cheng Boyan doesn't leave and is still by his side, it doesn't seem like he doesn't care what happened... the bottom line is gone again?

He arrived at the supermarket early today, except for the foreman Zhang Xin, the other colleagues in the same group have not arrived yet.

Time was made in advance by him. He went into the locker room, found his work clothes that had drawn wavy lines, took out his pen, and took a breath.

He wants to write his name on his collar.

But I was afraid that others would see that he was writing too hard.

When the pen fell on the collar, he was a little nervous, holding his breath and afraid his hands would tremble.

Xiang Xi.

After writing, he raised his clothes and looked at them, laughing, it was pretty good! It was written neatly, not particularly large, and not written in a ball.

He was in a good mood to put his clothes on the table, and then took a pen to draw a frame outside the name, which made the name look even more handsome.

After admiring for a while, he changed his clothes and walked out of the locker room.

"Xiang Xi," Song Yi poked his head out of the office and called him, "Come on."

"Oh," Xiang Xi ran into the office, "Brother Song... Thank you for allowing me to have such a long vacation."

"It's okay, sick leave will be accurate, health is important." Song Yi smiled, picked up a small black bag from the table and handed it over: "Give it."

"What to do...thing?" Xiang Xi didn't dare to answer.

"Camera," Song Yi glanced at him, "I bought it and put it at home and I haven't used it twice. Bo Yan said you want to use it and let it be given to you."

"Ah?" Xiang Xi was stunned.

"Hold it first, it's quite heavy." Song Yi said.

"Oh," Xiang Xi quickly took over the camera bag, "I thought he was talking about his own camera."

"He doesn't play with these things, he only has a card machine with broken legs and broken bones inside. I don't know what he thought he was a perverted murderer," Song Yi smiled, "This is good. If you take this to the street stall, you will definitely come out to beat you up, thinking you have been in secret."

"Thank you Brother Song." Xiang Xi laughed in her camera bag and added: "I... will use it carefully and will not break it."

"It's okay to break it up, just deduct your salary," Song Yi waved his hand, "Go and do it."

Xiang Xi took the camera to the locker room and locked it into his cabinet. In fact, what he wanted to say was not to use it carefully. He wanted to say that he would not use this thing at all.

But I don't have the nerve to say it.

Although he took something that was not useful and was quite expensive to make him feel careful and tired, his mood suddenly improved.

This is what Cheng Boyan asked Song Yi to bring.

I haven't been at work for more than a week. As soon as I go to work today, Xiang Xi is very motivated and is wearing a handsome name written by himself. The most important aunt in the residential area comes to pick things and thinks it is expensive and bad, he doesn't feel annoyed.

"Xiang Xi," Zhang Xin called him, "When there are fewer people, you can sit at the cashier for a while, your legs are not healed yet, right?"

"It doesn't matter," Xiang Xi shook his legs, "Look."
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