Curry Jam and Zhao Haitang left in confusion.
Even before they left, the two of them did not understand why the entire incident had passed just like that.
"Why are you back so early?”
Zhang Wei sat on the sofa and hugged Dali as he asked.
"I only have one class in the morning. Besides, didn't we agree last night? We're doing yoga together today."
When Dali mentioned this, Zhang Wei remembered that he had to learn Cantonese yesterday because of that client from Guangdong Province.
"Here, I bought this for you on the way back. Wear it when you do yoga.”
As Dali spoke, he handed Zhang Wei a bag with clothes inside.
"I'll go prepare the yoga mat. Hurry up and change your clothes.”
As Dali spoke, he pushed Zhang Wei into the room.
Zhang Wei went back to his room to change his clothes. He also received the reward for signing in at the editorial department yesterday.
[Beep. Congratulations to the host for obtaining Language Skill (Master)]
As a large amount of information poured into Zhang Wei's mind, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have learned Cantonese.
emmm
How should he tell Dali?
He had actually learned Cantonese long ago?
Dali wouldn't tear him apart, would he?
bah
What was he thinking?
Could it be that he really did yoga to learn Cantonese?
He was clearly lusting after her body and was a slut.
After Zhang Wei changed his clothes, Dali had already laid out the yoga mat.
"Come on, uncle, I'll teach you the basics first.”
As Dali spoke, he pulled Zhang Wei to the yoga mat.
Their bodies were pressed against each other, and Zhang Wei allowed Da Li to position his body.
"I couldn't tell, Uncle. Your body's flexibility is not bad!”
As Dali spoke, he patted Zhang Wei's butt.
"Stop fooling around. This is so tiring. Brother Dog, are you sure you can learn like this?”
Zhang Wei struggled to maintain his movements. It would be a miracle if he could learn under such circumstances.
"Not yet. Your body's softness hasn't reached the standard yet.”
As Dali spoke, he sat down opposite Zhang Wei.
Looking at the face that was less than ten centimeters away from him, Zhang Wei kissed Dali.
"Aiya, Zhang Wei, what are you two doing in broad daylight?”
Zhang Wei had just kissed her when Hu Yifei opened the door and came in.
Zhang Wei quickly let go of Da Li. Just as Da Li was about to get up, he lost his balance and fell back.
Zhang Wei quickly reached out to pull Dali.
"Kacha!"
"Oh my god!"
There was a sound from Dali's waist. Dali stood up in Mandarin, which sounded like a Northeastern accent.
"Oh my god, Elder Hu, why didn't you knock when you entered? My waist hurts from this.”
Dali said as he sat on the yoga mat with his hands on his waist.
"Zhang Wei? Where did you find a substitute? Where is the real strength?"
"What are you doing? Am I not?"
Dali glanced at Hu Yifei and said.
"Oh my god? What's with my accent?"
Dali also realized that there seemed to be a problem with his accent.
"It's over. This must be the Northeastern dialect that I learned in the corner of my head. It's over. I haven't learned the Fu Eastern dialect yet, and now it's Northeastern dialect again.”
Dali covered his face speechlessly.
"It's okay, it's okay. It's good that I'm like this. It's okay, Brother Dog.”
Zhang Wei hugged Dali with a smile on his face and also imitated the Northeastern dialect.
Needless to say, Dali who spoke Northeastern Chinese was also very cute.
"Then what should we do? Another side of my wall collapsed."
Hu Yifei also learned the Northeastern dialect and sat on the sofa.
"It's okay. I think I'll be able to change back once I do it again. Uncle, don't stand there. Come and help me.”
As he spoke, Dali called Zhang Wei to help him stretch.
"Then you two continue. I'd better keep an eye on those two. Otherwise, smash the bearing wall for me.”
After Hu Yifei finished speaking, she turned around and left.
"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and do it!"
Dali turned to look at Zhang Wei and called him over to stretch.
"Just hold my hand and lift it up.”
Da Li put his palms together and instructed Zhang Wei.
"Don't worry, it's fine."
Unfortunately, after stretching for more than half an hour, there was still no improvement.
Zhang Wei was fine.
After all, Zhang Wei's hand never left Dali's body.
However, Dali was anxious.
After all, he couldn't keep speaking Northeastern Chinese like this!
"Aiya!"
In his panic, Dali, who was originally half-squatting, fell to the ground.
"How is it? Brother Dog, are you alright?"
Zhang Wei quickly helped Dali up.
"It's okay, it's okay. I'll be fine after a while.”
Dali hurriedly shook his head.
"Eh? Dali, you seem to have recovered.”
"He recovered?"
Dali was stunned for a moment. As expected, he realized that his tone had changed back.
"That's great. I've finally recovered. I have to quickly learn Fudong's language in a while. Otherwise, Teacher Hu's family will be in trouble.”
As he spoke, Dali sat up and continued to practice.
"You didn't fall just now, did you?"
Zhang Wei asked worriedly.
"It's fine. Don't worry. Help me get the yoga ball from my room.”
Dali shook his head and continued to study.
A new book seedling, asking for flowers, asking for everything!!!!!!!!!!!!
The third watch was added.
I think I can add more tonight.
So, wait for me for a while, drink some water and continue writing. Give me the flowers and evaluation tickets!
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