C19 (1/2)

Long Shisan didn't know what Mu Xiaoya was thinking, he only felt that it was good for him to vent his resentment. He was not only helping Mu Xiaoya, he was also helping him out as well and that the girl with the ponytail might not be able to repay him for the rest of her life back then. But what was important was that Long Shisan knew that he was selfish.

”What's there to cry about?” Long Shisan said, he did not think about how he could improve quickly just because of a coincidental hero saving the beauty. Speak slowly, and his wife will explain everything to him, even if the rabbit does not eat the grass at the side of the bed, Long Shisan would not be able to do such a thing.

Mu Xiaoya shook her head and said, ”I should have done what I wanted to do a long time ago. It's just that I don't have the courage. Thank you for giving me that courage.”

Long Shisan, who was behind him, lit a cigarette: ”I'll take you home, and don't call me Brother Long. Just call me Thirteen, I'm not that much older than you.”

”Thirteen, how old are you? I thought you were almost thirty.” Mu Xiaoya innocently added fuel to the fire.

Long Shisan, who had nearly choked on a mouthful of smoke, helplessly asked: ”How am I old?”

”It doesn't look like me at all. I'm not talking about looks, but rather, the way I do things. My cultivation experience is not enough, so I really can't explain why.”

Mu Xiaoyan, who had followed Wang Miao for half a year, could be considered as someone who had seen the world. She had seen nearly all of the so-called young talents in the North Sea, including those who were extremely smart, those who were domineering, and those who had a low mouth. However, without a doubt, none of them were as complicated as the man in front of her.

”My grandfather once said that when you meditate in advance, even if you can't do it, you have to pretend to do it. After a while, you will also come out.” Long Shisan was amused: ”Of course I'm not that kind of black-hearted man, you can rest assured that if I help you out of this disgust, a third of me won't be able to bear it, a third of me won't be able to bear it, and a third of me won't be able to bear it.”

Before Long Shisan could finish his sentence, Mu Xiaoya shot him like a student answering a gun in class. ”Because I look very much like that girl with ponytails?”

Long Shisan was startled. As expected, no matter how foolish a woman looked, her mental sensitivity was comparable to Holmes's. In an instant, she had guessed most of the things she wanted.

Mu Xiaoya curiously said, ”Thirteen, tell me about your story with her.”

Long Shisan took a puff on his cigarette and stopped a taxi, then said: ”I'll tell you about it next time, let's go home first.”

Mu Xiaoya didn't want to get on the carriage. She pouted at Long Shisan, making him uncomfortable.