Chapter 36:

"Go, my money has been replaced by fixed assets. A 140-square-meter house, a prime area in the center of Yuanjiang, a left-hand museum, and a right-hand theater, are too expensive to die. The money you earn is not enough to pay for the month. .When the house is sold, I promise to pay the rent in one go ... No, I'm going to buy the inn next door to you, renovate it, reduce the price, and grab your business. "
Dai Xiao was even more happy.
Vicious competition, don't need me to take the shot, the confusion of protection fees in town will teach you to be a man right away.
Cheng Xiu didn't hear the ridicule of Dai Xiao's heart, thinking that he admits to it, and quickly enjoyed the pleasure of revenge, ironically: "Hey, you are so kind, shouldn't you look at my family's home? Do n’t even think about it, he wo n’t be able to win you even a widowed. Do you know how good his Alpha was when he was alive? The rooms in your town ’s inn do n’t add up to more than one building in his house.

"Shut up, talk so much."
Dai Xiao grabbed a quilt and threw it to Cheng Xiu. He took two earplugs to cover his ears, and turned over to sleep.
On the first day of staying at Qingguo Inn, Cheng Xiu and Dai Xiao formed a beam. He An didn't even expect that two people with such good personalities would not look at each other's eyes, making the chicken jump.
Cheng Xiu hated Dai Xiao because of a bedtime memo, and he always liked to pick up some odd things about He Xiao, and tried to portray Dai Xiao as a Glan table in the eyes of money, which could not be picked out by steel needles. Anyway, I know that Dai Xiaoxin's kindness is a very popular Alpha.
When Dai Xiao was wearing a vest, showing a flower arm, and holding a 666 on his broad shoulders, the picture was strangely inconsistent, and strangely warm, making people nostalgic for the life in Luocheng.
The days have been like this for nine months, like a cannon, repeating, repeating, and gradually incorporating a little wonderful difference.
Today there are no 666 disturbances. The ducks combed their hair, jumped into the water, swinged around the blue waves and tree shadows, drilled through the low bridge holes, and swam eastward toward the town.
"Goodbye, ya."
Suzuran waved her little hand and said goodbye to them.
In the center of the field of view, a rising sun rose from the east. The morning glow is magnificent red gold, and the sky is gradually clear. The shopkeepers at Yawen Street unloaded the boards one by one and opened their doors. Only the lively half-night bar was still asleep.
There is a bookstore on the corner, and He An has been to many times. There are illustration collections, cooking recipes, plant atlases ... only business magazines with bust of business suits are not sold. Things that belong to the city, nobody cares in the remote town.
But today, He An is a little curious.
After nine months of tranquility, he suddenly wanted to know that the man who had expelled him in the big city that was sooty and exhausted thousands of miles away ... how is he doing now.
Chapter Seventeen
It was cloudy and the dust was blowing.
This is the first feeling that Zheng Feiyu opened the window early in the morning.
But in fact, the weather software shows that the temperature is moderate today, the body feels comfortable, and the air quality index is lower than 30. In the satellite map, the Yuanjiang is densely covered with vegetation and green covers 80% of the city area. Photos of the water in the social circle, just click Opening one is endless clear sky, clear water, bird shade.
Unfortunately, that wonderful world exists only elsewhere.
It is isolated from Zheng Fei's five senses and cannot be imaged on the retina.
The world that belongs to him is more like a photo that has been sharpened infinitely-sharp edges, dazzling tones, and sour odor molecules have been magnified several times, scrambling into the nasal cavity, for fear that he will breathe even a ray of sweet air .
Ever since I did n’t know, the strong sensory discomfort has been entangled in him, like the stain that can't be wiped off the lens, which is annoying and helpless.
Zheng Feiyu closed the bay window and took a bath in the bathroom. When he came out, a shirt was already set by the bed.
High-end sea island cotton, hand-made by Naples, the best fabrics and cuts, after wearing it constantly rubbing the shoulders and necks and wrists, producing a rough thorny feel similar to inferior linen. Without waiting for the buttons to be fastened, Zheng Feiyu could not bear it anymore. He ripped off his shirt and went to bed, and stepped into the cloakroom impatiently.
But until the cloth was laid on the ground, he didn't find what he wanted.
The loud noise of the hanger drew Zhang Ye, and she hurried to see that the man she had taken care of and grown up was standing naked in the middle of the cloakroom, sulking, and holding a Brioni shirt in her hand.
She asked tremblingly, "Hida, what's wrong?"
Zheng Fei raised his hand, and the shirt was like a worthless rag, which was mercilessly thrown at Zhang Ye's feet: "You just let me go out with these things ?!"
Zhang Ye was so scared that he didn't dare to lift his head: "Fei, I really ... I have really ironed as you asked, and the amount of softener has been doubled, even the tailor said ..."
They said they couldn't find a more comfortable fabric.
In the same way, he uses the same excuses every day to obscure him, but he cannot solve the simplest dressing problem.
Zheng Feiyu tried his best to hold the anger, casually dragged a piece of clothing to put on, and said coldly: "Zhang Ye, you have been with Zheng for 30 years, and my father has been bragging about your responsibility, so I chose you to take care of me. As soon as you leave the house, you won't do anything. Is my clothes particularly difficult to maintain, or am I not as good as my father, and I can persuade you? "
This mindset is really appalling. Zhang Ye looked pale at once: "Fei, how can you and you talk like this? I have hurt you the most since I was a kid, and I am no different to you than to my own son ..."