Chapter 2: Who is talking?

Back to the Public Security Bureau, police comrades lined up to welcome Xia Yao’s triumph.
"Oh, Xia Shao, have you been married for three times?"
"Other police officers from other branches are clamoring to take photos with you."
"The captain will give you a celebration feast, and the brothers will go out for a meal."
"..."
Several people talked a lot about Xia Yao, and Xia Yao silently packed up their own things, and packed up and smiled. "This is a bit tired, let me know if you have time!" Finished, put the uniform on the shoulders and took a big step to evacuate the eyes of everyone.
"Hey, how can I lick his face a little bad?"
"Is it a bad feeling for the foreigner to take the first kiss?"
"Hey - don't tease me!"
"..."
Xia Yaojia lived in Wangfujing, a real imperial city root, a set of hundreds of flat Chinese mansions. There are only three rooms in the apartment, the master bedroom is as big as the stadium, and there is a bed in the middle.
"Hello!"
The speaker is a brother who Xia Yao raised for a long time. The tongue is very fast. Xia Yao will teach him to say two words when he is free. If he has no time, he will take a repeater and hang it in the window, so that he can learn to talk with the repeater.
My brother sang back and forth with a song I just learned. "Kiss you kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss you too realistic..."
Xia Yao’s forehead on the forehead, do you say that you sing something bad? Sing "Kiss"! You have to sing a little better! Singing is like a re-reading machine without a sound, the people who listened to it are embarrassed.
As a result, Xia Yao opened the repeater and found that there was really no electricity. The songs and singers were a bit of a taste. The repeater sang, and the elder brother sang again, and came to an unpowered duet.
"Don't sing!" Xia Yao screamed.
My brother learned a sneak peek, "Don't sing." Then I sang.
When Xia Yao was in luck, the door suddenly rang, and Peng Ze’s face appeared in the field of vision.
"How come you?" Xia Yao wondered.
Peng Ze wears a baseball cap and sighs in. He "I will not pick you up. I can only come to you to come to you. There is a cocktail party for you to celebrate at night. You must have a party." what!"
Xia Yao didn't even think about it and said, "Don't go."
"Don't tell me! Dou Ge's room is fixed, the beauty is pleased, can't you refute his face?"
Xia Yao Gu played with two walnuts, just like he did not hear.
Peng Ze, an incomprehensible expression, "I wondered, what happened to a cocktail party? You have no face to see people? My buddy, I want to grow your face, I have a heart on the red carpet." !"
"Not interested in."
Peng Ze was found to have nothing to say.
Suddenly, there was a cautious question in the still room. "Who is talking?"
Peng Ze’s eyes have been on Xia Yao’s face, and he is sure that he has not spoken.
After a while, the strange voice appeared again. "Who is talking?"
Peng Ze was shocked by the chest and turned his eyes to Xia Yao. He still didn't speak.
"You...have you heard a strange voice?"
Xia Yao hid a smile and said in a light voice: "No!"
At this moment, my brother whispered a sentence: "Who is talking?"
Peng Zexian was a stimulating spirit, and then he smiled with a sudden realization. His fingers trembled and pointed at Xia Yao.
"Is it scared by a language?"
Xia Yao, "..."