bestfiction Chapter 141 Xiaoting can only be bullied by him; no one else can say anything about it.
Chapter 141 Xiaoting can only be bullied by him; no one else can say anything about it.
Xiaoting and Pengfei had finished their homework and were sitting in their room, their eyes glued to the TV screen.
Lin Dongzhe, who usually loves watching TV at home, didn't hog the TV as usual.
Uncle Zhuang's color TV was so much better looking than my own monotonous black and white TV.
Lin Dongzhe walked into the house, holding a bright red apple in his hand: "Xiaoting, have an apple, my dad just bought it!"
Xiaoting looked up, her eyes sparkling, but she still cautiously asked, "Have you washed?"
Lin Dongzhe nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice: "I washed it, I washed it, you can eat it with complete peace of mind. I even washed my hands thoroughly to make sure this apple was clean."
Xiaoting then took the apple with peace of mind, took a small bite, and found it very sweet.
Zhuang Chaoying came out of the bathroom carrying a basin, bent down, and put the basin under the bed.
"Ah Ling, go take a shower. There's a tub of hot water in the bathroom."
Huang Ling took a towel and a basin and went into the backyard.
He picked up the face cream from the table, gently scooped out a piece with his finger, and applied it evenly to his face.
The popular TV series "The Legendary Fok Yuan-gap" was playing on TV. The exciting fight scenes and thrilling plot captivated the three children, who watched with rapt attention, not wanting to blink.
Two episodes were broadcast every day, and by the time Ah Ling came out of the bathroom, the drama had already finished airing.
Dongzhe has already gone home.
Pengfei, holding a basin in one hand, waved to Lin Dongzhe with the other: "Dongzhe, let's wash together, it'll be faster that way." Lin Dongzhe quickly changed his clothes into loose shorts, running alongside and calling out, "Coming! Pengfei, wait for me!"
After washing up, everyone lay down on the bed. Zhuang Chaoying reached out and gently pressed the switch on the bedside lamp, and the room instantly went dark, leaving only the moonlight shining in from the window.
September and October are the most comfortable months, with neither too hot nor too cold.
Zhuang Chaoying lay on her side and gently put her arm around Huang Ling: "Ah Ling, you've had a hard time these past few days. Tu Nan left, and Peng Fei came."
Huang Ling stroked Zhuang Chaoying's shaved sideburns, feeling a prickly sensation on her fingertips, but the touch was surprisingly pleasant. The more she touched them, the more interesting it became, even somewhat addictive.
"Chaoying, I'm glad you understand me. Besides, you've helped a lot with things around the house. Since we got the washing machine, washing clothes has become much easier."
Zhuang Chaoying grabbed A-Ling's hand and gently kissed it. As if bewitched, she couldn't get enough of kissing it and kissed her arm a few more times.
Then, like a child, he switched places with Ah Ling, lying in Huang Ling's arms with his head nestled tightly against her neck.
"Ah Ling, I heard from my colleague that there's a new style of washing machine. It's a twin-tub model and it can spin-dry. This way, clothes dry faster and it saves effort. You don't have to wring them out by hand like you do now."
Huang Ling gently stroked his back: "What about this at home? We can't just leave it like this."
Without hesitation, Zhuang Chaoying replied, "Sell it to someone else. Something this good will surely find a buyer."
Huang Ling nodded slightly: "Then let's go to the mall on Sunday when we're off work, and we'll decide whether to buy it if we see something suitable."
Zhuang Chaoying softly hummed in agreement, slowly closed her eyes, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
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Xiaoting rode her bicycle, which had been wiped clean.
Lin Dongzhe followed closely behind on his bicycle.
Lin Dongzhe had deeply imprinted Tu Nan's instructions in his mind: he must walk to and from school with Xiao Ting and must not be careless in the slightest.
During recess today, while he was in the restroom, he overheard several male students from the next class openly discussing the female students at school.
When they mentioned Xiaoting, saying she was pretty and making lewd comments about whether she had a boyfriend, Lin Dongzhe immediately got angry.
He regularly reads street literature, so he naturally understands what they mean by what they say.
Xiaoting can only be bullied by him; no one else can say anything.
Lin Dongzhe pointed at them and shouted, "What nonsense are you spouting! Zhuang Xiaoting is a good student! I won't allow you to talk about her like that!" The three boys from the next class were stunned for a moment, then looked him up and down with disdain. One of the tall boys smirked, "Who are you? What right do you have to tell us what to do? Is Zhuang Xiaoting your girlfriend?"
That year, many video arcades and dance halls opened in Suzhou, showing movies and songs from Hong Kong.
Upon hearing this, Lin Dongzhe was so angry that his teeth itched. He had been watching the legendary swordsman Huo Yuanjia every day, and his techniques for punishing evil and promoting good were already...
It got his blood pumping, and without hesitation, he imitated the moves from the movie, getting into a fighting stance: "You guys, come on over here!"
"Brothers, charge!"
The three boys were also enraged and charged over, baring their teeth and brandishing their claws.
Lin Dongzhe is quite strong now, nimbly dodging his opponent's attacks and seizing the right opportunity to strike back.
Two fists can't fight four hands. He was accidentally punched in the face, and the pain brought tears to his eyes. He gritted his teeth and refused to back down.
After a fierce struggle, the three boys clutched their stomachs and squatted on the ground, groaning in pain.
There was a metallic taste in his mouth; he must have bitten his lip and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"If you guys keep talking bad about girls behind their backs, my fists are not to be trifled with."
The three of them quickly waved their hands. "We wouldn't dare, we wouldn't dare!"
Lin Dongzhe rubbed his aching cheek and glared at them fiercely. "Remember what you said today. If I hear it again, you'll be sorry!"
Back in class, Lin Dongzhe carefully lowered his head and used his hand to cover the slightly bluish bruise on the left side of his face.
Xiaoting was engrossed in reading when she inadvertently caught a glimpse of Lin Dongzhe walking in from outside. She turned her head and looked at Lin Dongzhe in the second-to-last row, only to see him with his head down.
Xiaoting didn't think much of it and continued reading.
The school bell rang, and students poured out of the campus.
As usual, Lin Dongzhe rode his bicycle at a leisurely pace behind Xiaoting, keeping a distance of less than twenty meters between them.
When they arrived at the familiar alleyway, Xiaoting stopped her bicycle, stood there, and waited for Lin Dongzhe while pushing her bike.
Seeing this, Lin Dongzhe quickly sped up and rode over, forcing a smile: "Xiaoting, let's go."
Xiaoting then clearly saw Lin Dongzhe's face and frowned: "What happened to your face?"
Lin Dongzhe scratched his head, smiled casually, and waved his hand: "I bumped into you by accident, it's okay, Xiaoting, don't worry. I still have to practice dancing after I finish my homework today. The competition is in a few days, so I need to prepare well."
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