214: It’s just a dead person, if it doesn’t work, just change it
Ling Bingbing took a deep breath, then touched Ding Xi's head, as if treating a child, with a smile in her eyes, and said in a half-serious tone: "You know, at first I thought that was the cutest thing about you.
You have big innocent eyes. Every time you catch me doing damage, if you look at me with those eyes, I can’t get angry. Now that you have grown up, you are no longer cute.”
Ding Xi felt like a balloon was popped when she touched her like this, "Sister, I can change it."
"I'm still cute!"
"You can't bully me like this!" He covered his head and pretended to be "hurt" by Ling Bingbing.
Ling Bingbing smiled even more happily, "Silly brother, I really only regard you as my younger brother. Why did you suddenly become like this? You don't have to work so hard to find a partner. Could it be that you haven't seen me for too long and your head has been damaged by the sun?
Already?"
Ding Xi was startled for a moment. He knew that the most appropriate way now was to follow his sister's words and treat the confession just now as a joke.
But in his mind, he heard his own voice.
If he misses this opportunity, he will probably never have a chance to express his love to his sister again.
"No, that's not the case."
"I don't want to find a partner, nor do I want to get married. I just want to be with my sister."
"Even if my sister doesn't like me."
"Or has my sister forgotten what she promised me?" He said, taking out an old-looking but clean doll from his pocket.
The shape of the doll is that of a little girl, which is very similar to Ling Bingbing.
"Sister promised... she will always stay with me."
"Now it seems... I can only return this to my sister."
"Otherwise, every time I look at it, I will think of my sister breaking her promise."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and handed the doll to Ling Bingbing.
He thought that based on the tacit understanding between them over the years and his understanding of her, she...
Ling Bingbing picked up.
He stuffed the doll directly into his bag and zipped it up.
"You..."
"Sister..."
The young man didn't expect her to be like this, and his eyes were red with anxiety.
Ling Bingbing smiled and held down his arm that wanted to take me back and said softly: "What? You still want to go back? Do you think I will give you my dark history?"
The boy's eyes grew bigger and bigger: "But...but..."
"It's not...I..."
Ling Bingbing stopped smiling: "Yes, I did promise you that I would always be with you."
"It's the same now."
"But - Tintin, my love for you has always been like a sister's love for a brother. In my heart, you will always be that cute and innocent little brother. This has nothing to do with who I marry, or whether I will get married in the future.
Impact."
"Do you understand?"
Teenager: "What if I don't just want to be a younger brother?"
Ling Bingbing: "Then... we can only be strangers."
Young man: "Because of the one named Hao?"
Ling Bingbing shook her head: "No."
Even without Mr. Hao, she would not like him.
It's not bad, it just doesn't have that heart-pounding feeling.
Just like there are many beautiful flowers, many beautiful people, and many beautiful mountains and rivers in this world.
But no matter what kind of flower, what kind of person, what kind of scenery, there will be different evaluations.
"Really? My sister didn't lie to me?" the boy asked again.
Ling Bingbing repeated it again in the same tone: "Yes, I didn't lie to you."
Ding Xi lowered his head slightly and was silent for a moment, then raised his head, with a firm light shining in his eyes: "Then I accept it, then I will always be my sister's brother."
"Sister, you should go to bed early. I will continue the live broadcast."
Ling Bingbing squinted at his expression, trying to discern something.
The young man raised the corners of his lips, revealing his white teeth: "What? Sister, do you have anything else to say to me?"
Ling Bingbing shook her head gently: "No, you go and do your work."
Ding Xi turned and left.
Looking at his back, Mr. Hao came out from the corner.
He did not look for Ling Bingbing, but followed the young man silently.
His sixth sense as a man told him that this matter was by no means simple.
He didn't believe that a man would stop liking him just because he said he didn't like him. There was a huge difference between his brother and his husband.
He...
Sure enough.
When he was about to walk from the darkness to the bright lights, he heard Ding Xi's soliloquy very clearly: "Sister is right... No matter what happens, my brother will always be my brother."
"What's the good thing about being a husband? You can change things like a husband easily."
"Not to mention such a dead husband."
"If she really likes collecting corpses, I'll look back and collect some handsome ones."
"How can a mere dead person compare to a living person who can act coquettishly and cute~~"
Hao Youqian, a mere dead man....
Mr. Hao became even more depressed.
It is also useful for him to refute himself.
But apart from having more money, he doesn't seem to be able to compare with the young man in front of him.
And as the saying goes, thirty years to Hedong, thirty years to Hexi.
Maybe one day I will no longer be able to sit on my position as the richest man.
Mr. Hao seemed to have piled up countless messes in his heart. He couldn't help but keep thinking and wandering around. Unknowingly, he was getting further and further away from Ling Bingbing's yurt.
Then...
After exceeding the limit, he was violently ejected back.
He played it directly on the big drum with a 'dong' sound, making a roar.
Although the sound was not loud, Ling Bingbing, who was looking for her husband nearby, heard it immediately and clearly saw the recessed shadow on the drum.
"Tsk... doesn't it hurt?"
Hao Youqian:.....
The collision was so messed up that Mr. Hao became even more distorted.
Ling Bingbing continued to poke his lungs: "What? Didn't you run away from home? Why are you back again?"
"You're not afraid of disturbing me and my brother, so we can have sex with each other."
Hao Youqian:???
Mr. Hao was so angry that he twisted himself in the air.
Is this human language?!
Is this human language!!
"You are scolding me~~ It's a pity that I can't hear you. There are no extra computers here for you to use. Just stop scolding and be patient. The sky is brighter."
"As you get older, take care of your health and be less angry."
Mr. Hao:......
He's going to be so angry, really.
You don’t have to be angry anymore, hum ╭(╯^╰)╮.
Just when he was about to lift the curtain and get into the yurt to find a corner to shut himself up silently, at dusk, he saw his little wife stretching out her hand in his direction.
"It's not like you to go to bed so early. Come on, follow me for a walk."
Mr. Hao was startled, hesitated for a long time, and drew circles in her palm [Are we just the two of us?]
Ling Bingbing rolled her eyes at him.
"Otherwise? Do you still want me to call Sister Xiao?"
Mr. Hao was confused [What to ask her to do?]
Ling Bingbing【What are you asking?】
Mr. Hao:o(╯□╰)o, women change their minds really quickly. I’m impatient now.