365 Kinds of Difficult Living Methods

Ever since Xia Yihan joined Superman, Song Qingyang wanted to fight her. To be precise, she appeared at Superman.

But Xia Yihan didn't want to fight her. To be precise, he didn't want to talk to her. In the initial stage of joining, he didn't take the initiative to say a word or two.

But Song Qingyang didn't give up, she wanted to provoke, but even if it was a provocation, Xia Yihan still didn't throw her away.

For example, after breakfast, Xia Yihan was about to go to the office to sort out documents. Song Qingyang appeared from nowhere and followed her sneakily.

If they don't go out, they usually wear pajamas, lazy slippers, and sometimes a hair band or headband, which can be described as a must-have at home.

Xia Yihan wore a set of green dinosaur spring pajamas with a small hat at the back, almost useless, just a decoration.

Song Qingyang followed, suddenly jumped forward and hit his hat, "Come on, single out!"

After speaking, he bounced away again, showing a defensive posture.

Xia Yihan knew that it was her. She was aware of her as soon as she came out, but she calmly walked to the office on her own.

Song Qingyang stood there for a while. Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, he followed her with small steps, hit the dinosaur hat again, and the hat flicked up and quickly fell down, lying on Xia Yihan's back.

Song Qingyang quickly bounced back, putting his hands on his chest: "Come on, single out!"

Xia Yihan walked to the door, opened the door and went in, and closed the door by the way.

Song Qingyang felt her self-esteem hurt. No one ever felt ignoring her Song Xiaobang, never-because people who ignored her were beaten by her.

With the determination to kill the other party, Song Qingyang opened the door, swayed in, and walked to the desk. Xia Yihan was checking the electronic file and the paper serial number, looking back and forth between the desktop and the screen, without even looking away.

Song Qingyang felt that her self-esteem was about to split. She walked behind Xia Yihan and abused her hat frantically.

"One-on-one." He said, hitting his hat.

"Come heads-up!" There was another fight.

"Don't you dare?" Another click.

"Are you afraid of me so you dare not look directly at me?" One more time.

Xia Yihan suddenly raised his hand and handed a document to her.

Song Qingyang immediately assumed a fighting posture, ready to take the hidden weapon empty-handed at any time.

"What do you pronounce this word?"

Song Qingyang came forward, looked at the name on the cover, scratched his head, then took out his mobile phone and checked it, "read biao."

"Okay, you read the name and serial number, and I'll check it." Xia Yihan gave her all the files and looked at the screen by herself, so she didn't have to toss back and forth between the file and the screen.

Song Qingyang often helped Muyu with this matter, forming a conditioned reflex. Looking at the piles of documents, he took it and began to report the serial number and name.

As a result, the two of them worked efficiently in the office and checked all the files of their target objects in one morning.

After finishing his work, Song Qingyang was hungry and was about to go to eat. He realized that something was wrong when he went out of the office, and he felt like he was being fooled.

The self-esteem exploded. The bombed Song Qingyang made up his mind to rub Xia Yihan well, otherwise she didn't know who was the force responsible for Superman!

She tried a variety of methods, all in vain. Xia Yihan didn't know whether to use the shielding function, or to hide her strength deliberately, just to ignore her provocation, and she didn't even bother to pay it back.

Seeing Song Qingyang's gloomy look, Chu Yu comforted and said: "She may be too tired to jump in front of me. She needs to save some physical fitness elsewhere, or she will be overworked."

What Chu Yu was telling was the truth. Xia Yihan was always in front of her, and she often couldn't stop her hands, her little mouth still said vigorously, Chu Yu sometimes wondered: Where does she get so much energy? Later, she realized that she had accumulated a large amount of energy elsewhere, so she could concentrate on it.

However, after Chuyu reminded him, Song Qingyang gave a rudimentary initiation and finally came up with a unique trick that could definitely attract Xia Yihan's attention.

The next day, everyone was sitting around for breakfast. Chu Yu picked up a custard bag. The tip of the bun was a little yellow. It was easy to distinguish. When Song Qingyang saw it, he immediately twisted his shoulders: "Sister, I want to eat this."

Everyone in the room looked at her together, Fang Datuo's eyes even showed affection for "caring for children with mental disabilities," and wanted to take her temperature.

Before Chu Yu could take a word, he clamped the bun into her bowl and clamped another one by himself.

Xia Yihan raised her eyes and said to Song Qingyang: "You are not allowed to call her sister."

Song Qingyang said while eating, "Sister Chu was originally my elder sister. My mother and her grandmother are best friends. We almost worshipped a handful of things!"

Chu Yu ate the buns, his tongue and teeth couldn't be empty, and he took a gap in his busy schedule: "Don't make trouble, have you ever seen any leader and subordinate worship the handle?"

When Chu Yuyi said, Song Qingyang immediately followed the hair, showing the flattering spirit of an excellent subordinate: "Good sister!"

Xia Yihan frowned, and Song Qingyang's shadow was reflected in her dark pupils.

After the meal, the table was closed, Song Qingyang was about to go upstairs, leading the secret operation team members for training, she was changing her shoes, and suddenly felt a cloudy wind floating behind her.

"Aren't you a stick, how can you talk?"

Song Qingyang stopped the work in his hands, and his expression began to be puzzled.

Xia Yihan stared straight at her, "Aren't you a stick, why do you want to eat?"

Song Qingyang's expression gradually lost control.

"Aren't you a great guy, why do you still have a sister?"

Song Qingyang's expression was distorted, and finally he yelled, and turned around to fight with Xia Yihan.

Half an hour later, Muyu came out holding a coffee cup and was about to sit on the balcony for a while. When passing by the living room, he saw Xia Yihan and Song Qingyang both here, but far away, one was standing in the aisle close to the kitchen, and the other was standing. Behind the sofa, but they are all facing the wall, standing straight and motionless.

Muyu hugged the cup and floated behind Song Qingyang: "What's the matter, facing the wall?"

Song Qingyang nodded and said nothing. Seeing her unkempt hair, Muyu looked at Xia Yihan on the other side, and guessed what was going on.

Suddenly, she opened her nostrils, raised her head, and took a big mouthful. She smelled a perfume-like lavender and jasmine, with gentleness in the elegance, luxury in the gentleness, and low-key in luxury. The breath makes people know that this perfume is expensive at first sight!

Half an hour ago, Xia Yihan and Song Qingyang were fighting happily. With a sound, the glass bottle on the shelf broke, and the colorless liquid flowed all over the room, and the fragrance quickly filled the room.

This is the perfume that Chu Yu specially ordered. It just arrived today. Seeing that the crystal clear bottle is very beautiful, it was placed on the Bogu shelf, and I took the opportunity to show it off in front of the clerk-look at your director, how tasteful !

It took less than half a day to put it on the table, and he died, and I didn't use a single drop.

The price of this perfume is not low, and Chu Yu finally managed to be successful. Instead of embezzling public funds, she bought it out of her own pocket. Looking at the "remains" on the floor tiles, she was heartbroken, wishing to tie Xia Yihan and Song Qingyang together and hang them. I sold it online, make up the perfume money.

However, it is impossible to sell. She became angry and punished them to face the wall for two hours. She was not allowed to move without her order.

Xia Yihan and Song Qingyang knew that something had gone wrong, and that it was more expensive, and they couldn't afford to sell them.

So they face the wall upright, not daring to shake their bodies, confessing their crimes to the wall with their minds.

Muyu observed the appearance of the two of them. Song Qingyang's hair was messy, Xia Yihan's clothes were messy, and the collars were all torn out. Looking at it this way, I don't know who has the upper hand.

Muyu’s gossip heart ignited. The strength of Xiaohuahua and the mace has always been a topic she and Fang Datuo talked about. This time, she finally had a chance to "reveal the answer". Of course she didn’t. Will let it go: "Who won between you and Xiao Han?"

Song Qingyang deliberately snarled his voice, letting a friend on the "side of the mountain" hear: "This time I let her, or she would have broken her leg prematurely. It is estimated that she could only lie'facing the ceiling'."

Hearing what Muyu meant, the two should be almost tied, and I don't know if they have exerted all their strength.

The words were clearly passed to Xia Yihan, but she was motionless, she didn't even turn her head, and she seemed to be unresponsive.

Muyu looked at her back, and when she saw that there was no movement, she exited the spectator mode and continued to walk on the balcony.

Suddenly, a sentence floated from Xia Yihan's side: "She thought she was a golden hoop. I just checked it. It's actually a enoki mushroom."

Although the words were not loud, the living room was quiet and spacious, and it was accurately transmitted to Muyu and Song Qingyang's ears without losing a word.

Song Qingyang's expression was distorted, and he let out a howl, and rushed towards him, "Ahhhhhh-I am going to kill you!"

When Muyu turned around again, the two of them fought together again and rolled onto the sofa. Song Qingyang rubbed Xia Yihan's body vigorously, trying to use the iron thorn on her body to stab her to death.

Xia Yihan tried his best to cut her away, not wanting any physical contact.

Muyu was holding the cup and standing there with no expression on his face, as if seeing two milk lions biting together.

But this time they didn't last long, the director's bedroom door opened, and Chu Yu walked out with a variety of styles.

She is wearing a beige dress with chiffon lining on the inner layer and hollow lace pattern on the outer layer. Her long legs are looming. Her hair was curled with a curling iron the night before. Now the long foam hair shawl is fresh and elegant.

She walked to the living room and saw the two on the sofa, her hands folded, her voice lowered: "Are you trying to **** me off?"

She is going to attend a classmate's wedding soon. She dressed up specially and should spray some perfume in the end, but now she can only deal with it with toilet water.

When Xia Yihan and Song Qingyang saw her, they separated immediately, went back to their respective positions, and stood in order.

But Xia Yihan couldn't stand this time. She quietly turned her head and looked at Chu Yu, her small eyes could not hide.

Chu Yu looked at the messy sofa and coffee table, and realized the seriousness of the problem—they had to be colored, or else the roof would have to be demolished in the future, and the fighting power was comparable to Huskies and Alaska.

"You," Chu Yu looked at Song Qingyang, "this month's salary is confiscated and used as food for the department."

Muyu said he liked to hear about it, and it's been a long time since I went to eat hot pot together.

"You," Chu Yu looked at Xia Yihan again, and suddenly remembered that she had no salary and was completely voluntary labor at Superman, which was equivalent to a prisoner's labor reform, with living allowance, but it would not be paid to her. Instead, Fang Datuo purchases daily necessities in a unified manner.

Finally, Chu Yu finally figured out a way, "Give us a month's massage!"

Chu Yu experienced Xia Yihan's SPA and felt very satisfied, and finally seized the opportunity to enjoy it for a long time.

"Do you have any opinions?"

Seeing that Chu Yu was so angry that the fairy frowned, the two of them acquiesced in daring to comment.

Chu Yu put on the bag and flicked his hair out of the door.

Later, Chu Yu found that punishment didn't work for the two of them. They would still fight when they wanted to fight. That was an uncontrollable passion.

Although she repeatedly said to Xia Yihan: Xiao Bang actually wants you to play with her and accompany her to fight, if you ignore her, she makes you jealous!

But Xia Yihan didn't listen, she just wanted to kill all the giant babies named Chu Yu's "sister" in the cradle.

In the end, Chu Yufo was over, and she simply drew a "competition field" on the fourth floor. It was an empty dam where Xia Yihan used to let the wind blow. You are not afraid of breaking things, so that they can splash around as much as you want. By the way, they can also strengthen their bodies and complete them. Exercise daily.

At the same time, she also knows that Xia Yihan and Song Qingyang, as the only mentally handicapped people in the world, have spiritual connections in certain points. Fighting may be the way they communicate.

As she had hoped, Xia Yihan and Song Qingyang became familiar with each other. Among the sergeants, Xia Yihan took the initiative to speak to Song Qingyang. Although Song Qingyang usually said ten sentences, she only said one, but somehow she had the desire to communicate.

The two of them often played tricks, and they became familiar with each other's routines. Later, in the work, the tacit understanding became better and better. Song Qingyang wanted to develop Xia Yihan into his own little brother, and he used it very smoothly.

Later, Chu Yu found that the two of them hardly fight, and the atmosphere is much more harmonious.

It turned out that Xia Yihan bought a genuine mace on Song Qingyang's birthday. It was close to one meter and weighed 3 kilograms. The mace would glow, and it would flash blindly under the sun.

Chu Yu struggled to mention this stick, but Song Qingyang couldn't put it down, put it in the room and wiped it every day.

Attention was all on Brother Bang, she didn't have the energy to hook up with Chu Yu, and Xia Yihan didn't beat her again.

Xian Chuyu thought that Xia Yihan gave Song Qingyang a gift because she had cultivated feelings during the fight. Later, she discovered that it didn't seem to be the case.

Xia Yihan began to "speak slanderously" to her: "Should we let Song Xiaobang and Mace stick worship, so that she would recognize him as her sister?"

Lest she keep hitting you to pay attention.

Chu Yu: "..."

After a few months of tranquility, Muyu got up to eat breakfast and found that they were fighting again and they were fighting quite attentively.

The reason was that Song Qingyang ate the red bean paste buns on the table, which Xia Yihan baked specifically for Chu Yu.

Finally, Xia Yihan finally knew why Song Qingyang, as a stick, could talk and eat.

"I'll tell you a secret." Song Qingyang looked around, his eyes turned straight, and finally lowered his voice, as if he was about to leak state secrets.

"You said." Xia Yihan stood still.

"I am not the same as the silly sticks out there, I will use anthropomorphic methods!"

Xia Yihan gave a thumbs up: "Oh, great."

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Many words may be blocked in the next chapter, I will modify it again, it should be posted tomorrow~