You’re Beautiful When You Smile

Chapter 29 (2)

Mario stopped jumping, the person who was controlling Mario turned her head around-- --It was a pair of evasive, uneasy eyes under the mask. Tong Yao pushed away the keyboard and stood up on the chair. She looked down on Lu Sichengs face who was a bit shorter than her now. Captain, did I do a lot of improper things last night?

Improper? Lu Sicheng couldnt take his eyes away from the grinning Sun Wukong mask. Which one are you talking about? Yelling that you dont have any boobs but only pads?

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Or mistaking my brother as a ghost that looked exactly like me?

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Or crying while insisting that youre strong and cant be a substitute. Youll lose the whole world if you became a substitute. Then you started singing Fireflies Fly-- --I have a heartfelt suggestion, dont ever sing again; you have turned a childrens song into a soundtrack for a horror movie.

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Or trying to force the dirty tissues into the hands of every teammates as a going away gift. If anyone refused, you would hug the person while crying and wouldnt let go?

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Or hugging your ugly cat and trying to lick its hair? In the end, you had its ear in your mouth and wouldnt let go, though there were 3 or 4 people trying to pry open your mouth. You even bit them? Lu Sicheng lifted his index finger of his right hand, showing a red teeth mark on his skin. Actually, Sun Wukong, the reason I got up this early is to go to get a rabies shot.

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Threw away the cat in her arms, the person who was standing on the chair covered her face and squatted down on the chair, shivering...Lu Sicheng sneered and turned around to go to the kitchen to pour a cup of water for himself. He suddenly asked, Have you taken the medicine?

The one kneeling down on the chair raised her head, What medicine?

To sober up. Wasnt it right in front of your door? Lu Sicheng put down the water jug. Did you think your lunatic behavior can be treated by medicine-- --

Dont say anymore! Dont! Im wrong! Im wrong! The voice coming from behind the mask sounded stuffy. How do I know that drink had alcohol in it! Why does anyone call it Long Island Iced Tea if its an alcoholic drink!

Because theres no wife in Wife Cake; no squirrel in Squirrel Mandarin Fish; no Lei Feng inside the Leifeng Pagoda. Lu Sicheng lazily glanced over the person who was sticking half of her head behind the chair, staring at him. Therefore, the Long Island Iced Tea isnt tea. Dork.

That half of the head quickly shrank back.

Lu Sicheng drank the water in his cup and went back to his desk to turn on the computer to log onto the League of Legends. He turned to cast a look at the quiet person who had curled up in her chair. The gamer chair, which was too narrow for Little Fatty, could cover her whole body. She was wearing the slippers that they went to buy in the market that day. The slippers and her white sleep gown totally covered her ankles...Only those two pale arms were exposed. She was holding her knees. He could even see the scar left on her elbow probably from her naughty childhood.

Due to her posture, some of her half dried short hair had fallen on her pale arm. The hair was a little fuzzy since it had been air dried. The contrast between black and white was quite eye catching.

Lu Sicheng: ......

Hey. The captain slightly frowned and lifted his foot to kick the chair next to him. Have you sobered up yet? Really, how can you come down still wearing your pajamas. The investor is coming over to show us the samples for the summer uniforms soon. Are you going to meet them like this?

The person on the chair shook and slowly straightened up. She jumped down from the chair and fluttered her skirt. Then she asked as if she just remembered something, Can I keep the mask on?

Why are you wearing it for?

I cant show my face.

So you know what shame is. You didnt act like it when you asked people in tears to guard your dirty tissues last night-- --

Ahhhhh! Tong Yao covered her ears with both of her hands. Im not listening, not listening, not listening!

The man sat in the chair using one hand to support his head and smiled behind her, though one couldnt tell it from his voice. Get changed. The others will wake up soon.

From the corner of his eye, he saw the skirt turned around, the feet in the slippers stomped away, then the girl went up stairs, seemingly angry and helpless. The door to her room slammed shut.