Chu Chu pouted, but she didn't refute.

She never refuted him, because he was like a god in her mind.

"Brother Dong Lin, let's go to the opera, I have two tickets..." She was very excited, "My elder brother said, this ticket is very, very difficult, and he also tried a lot of ways to get two tickets, it is very, very Elegant, I heard, is a world-renowned..."

Wang Donglin was patient and smiled: "I don't understand opera..."

Chuchu opened her mouth wide: "This...Brother Donglin, are you kidding me?"

"I really never watch operas. I think they babble and sing very badly, and I can't appreciate them at all."

"Don't you like ballet too?"

"No, I think that kind of tiptoe dancing is funny and awkward, it's better to tap dance."

The little girl's brows were completely frowned: "I think it's very beautiful. I went to study for two years when I was young, but my health didn't make me stick to it."

"Haha."

"Then, Brother Donglin... what do you like to watch?"

"I like to watch martial arts movies, Hollywood blockbusters, even listening to cross talk and Sanda are good choices, and 'Errenzhuan' occasionally takes a peek..."

The little girl's eyes widened, as if looking at an alien.

Today, this eldest brother has a clean white shirt, a tall and straight figure, and is very handsome. No matter how you look at it, he is a genuine male god—and, she knows that he graduated from Harvard University—such a tall male god—but, So shocked, he actually watched "Errenzhuan"!

"My mother said that Errenzhuan is the most vulgar, and Li Boqing's Sanda is also vulgar... Brother Dong Lin, don't you think that old man Li Boqing is obscene and disgusting at first glance? Let alone Errenzhuan, it's all vulgar In the section of the bridge, the dress is also sloppy, and the few people in Benshan are also quite like that..."

"Is it okay? It's better to make people laugh and amuse yourself than something you can't understand at all like a ballet."

Occasionally, she peeked at him, always in disbelief: Is this true?Could it be that this male god really doesn't even understand opera?what a pity.

There is no common language.

Deep Well Ice.

"Brother Donglin, what hobbies do you usually have?"

"What do you mean?"

"Hey, it's like my elder brother and my second brother. They usually only know how to do business to make money. They talk about money and money every day. It's so boring. Don't they want to cultivate a little more elegant interest? My mother thinks they are philistines. ..."

"Oh, what are you talking about? I like making money, too."

"What about free time? Playing golf?"

"Golf? No! I can't play it. I usually play Mahjong and Fight the Landlord."

Chu Chu and her little friends were immediately stunned.

Along the way, there was nothing more to say.

I secretly thought that this male god was different from what I had imagined.

She was very distressed: why can't he be taller?

At the door, Mrs. Zhang greeted the two of them, and she was very polite: "Donglin, thank you so much, I am so busy, and I even asked you to come here. No, I didn't want to bother you so much, but this The girl is naughty, she must be picked up by you, otherwise she will be determined not to leave the hospital... Sigh, I love her so much, I can't..."

Wang Donglin smiled: "It's just a little effort, you don't have to be polite, Auntie."

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