Chapter 69:

Cheng Huan was almost dead by the brain of one of his show shows. By the time he recovered, he was already upstairs.
Compared to the downstairs, Jiang Mingyuan has a smaller number of rooms here, which corresponds to a larger area of ​​each room. Even the toy room prepared for the stars has almost forty square meters.
Many toys have been prepared in the toy room. They are like the stars have never seen. When the little guy sees these, he cannot move. He has to stay and play. So after the visit, only Jiang Mingyuan and Cheng Huan were left. Individual participation.
The three-story apartment is connected by stairs. Each floor is no more than two or three rooms. Jiang Mingyuan held the key and handed her each one of them. He walked for a while and introduced from the right.
"This is a gym. It has all the equipment you normally need. You can come and try it when you are free. This is a study, which is more commonly used." He opened the door of the study and let Cheng Huan enter to visit.
Like other rooms, the study area is not small, the walls on three sides are made into book walls, filled with a variety of books, and labeled for classification, which is different from Cheng Huan's imagination. Not many, but many humanities and social science books, and even many novels, Chinese or original text, are neatly arranged.
"Do you still read these books?" Cheng Huan walked to the wall of the book on the right and pointed at the pile of novels. He was surprised and asked that these novels are not famous books, but the most common online novels. .
"..."
"I'm busy, I don't have much time to read." Jiang Mingyuan gave a cough and turned to explain to himself: "These are prepared by the assistant."
Probably I think it's silly to put a lot of books in the big study room at home but not read. Jiang Mingyuan added these words: "A lot of them are read besides this part."
He walked to one of the walls and said to Cheng Huan: "I have read most of these books. If you are interested, I can recommend them to you. Some are well written."
The places he refers to are mostly economic and political books. This room is most suitable for his temperament. However, Cheng Huan has no interest in these things, and even looks at the name, so he shook his head without hesitation and refused: "Forget it, I don't like to watch these."
"Okay." Jiang Mingyuan nodded, and said to her again, "The things in the book can't be fully trusted. It still depends on experience. You need to ask me directly afterwards."
Cheng Huan didn't understand: "What are you asking?"
As soon as she opened the restaurant, the self-employed should not need the complicated knowledge that sounds so tall ...
"There is not much difference between managing a restaurant chain and managing a company. I should be able to provide some experience in the future if necessary." Jiang Mingyuan said that it should be as if opening a restaurant chain is a particularly simple matter.
Cheng Huan never thought of this. Prior to this, her business plan was nothing more than how to come up with new dishes, how to do activities to attract customers, etc. She died thinking of making a name, finding a bustling area and opening another one or two. Only branches.
"I shouldn't be able to do that." She was a little uncertain. The restaurants in the memory that made the chain were mainly fast food. It was not convenient for her to do this.
Jiang Mingyuan was surprised: "Why do you think you can't?"
"I ... it's neither convenient nor distinctive." She frowned and said, "It's not easy to make a name, so there shouldn't be too many people joining. Even if I join, I can't guarantee the taste of others and mine. Similarly, if it's not delicious, then you won't hit the signboard? "
"What if it's a direct business?"
"Direct management ... I have no money."
Jiang Mingyuan paused and said, "Take your time, don't worry."
He didn't say he had the money to lend her, and Cheng Huan was relieved. She smiled and walked over: "Look at another room."
Jiang Mingyuan: "... Okay."
There are three rooms on the top floor, a gym and a study room, and there is a room near the entrance of the stairs. Cheng Huan's mind was confused by what Jiang Mingyuan said. When he walked to the door, he realized that he had forgotten something.
Jiang Mingyuan's house has three floors above and below, and other rooms have been visited. There is no other bedroom except one room. What is the nature of this room, it should not be more obvious!
Cheng Huan secretly cursed a pig's brain and was busy shifting the topic to forget it!
Sure enough, standing outside the door, Jiang Mingyuan paused and said with some difficulty: "I can't give you the key for the time being."
"It's okay." Cheng Huan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly waved his hand: "Then we will return ..."
"If you want to see it, that's fine."
"No need, let's go back." Cheng Huan smiled awkwardly: "I'm not assured that the stars are alone."
"That's fine." Jiang Mingyuan nodded. "Go on."
Although it was an excuse, Cheng Huan was really worried about the stars. He was afraid that something would happen to him alone. He was mentally pretending to be things. Cheng Huan hurriedly walked down the stairs. He Xi.
She was sure that nothing had happened to Cheng Huan. She was relieved. She handed the stars to Jiang Mingyuan and offered to go back, indicating that her home was not packed.
"Do you need my help?"
"No, there are no clothes left, and you can't help." Cheng Huan said, remembering that Jiang Mingyuan's set of clothes was changed in the suitcase: "I'll send you that clothes later You do n’t need it anyway.

Jiang Mingyuan paused for a moment and nodded.
Organizing clothes is actually a time-consuming task. When everything is done, it will be dark, the room will be dark, and the stars will not be at home. The house was empty and silent, Cheng Huan drew his hands in his pockets on the sofa, and seldom tasted the taste of loneliness.
From passing through, she turned around to make money and stars, which would not bother to consider, just let go of the hollow god, honestly quite comfortable, I want to be so decadent.
In fact, this is simply impossible. She was born toil, and after a while, she thought about making rice bowls. Even if she told herself that Jiang Mingyuan would not let the child be hungry, there was no way to suppress the idea.
Cheng Huan sighed, got up and pulled his hand out of his pocket, walked to the refrigerator to see what to do.
The refrigerator was filled with a lot of things. Jiang Mingyuan said that this was a property purchase. The apartment has a group of owners. The residents can inform the property of what they need, and someone will bring in fresh things the next day.
Cheng Huan has never lived in such a tall house, it sounds very amazing, but only later heard of the property fees and rent here, and that share of exclamation was collected back.
The charges are so expensive that it is impossible to justify not serving.
Most things in the refrigerator are dry goods or grains, plus milk and fruits, no vegetables, no meat.
Cheng Huan took the carton of milk and pulled out a bag of oatmeal. Consider whether to use milk to make oatmeal, or to cook millet porridge with walnuts?
She was tangled and thought that both would work, and before the decision was made, the door was knocked.
For security, although the elevator card has already determined the permissions, the location of the elevator is actually outside the porch, separated from the door by the door.
She moved over the first day, and at this time came knocking on the door, either Jiang Mingyuan or the stars.
Cheng Huan put down the milk in his hand, got up to open the door, and the door opened. Both the father and the son were neatly dressed outside. Looking at it, it turned out to be father and son!
"Mom, look at my clothes!" Xing Xing started to chatter when she saw her, and dragged the little monkey on her coat to show her: "Isn't it beautiful?"
This coat is short, fluffy, and black overall, with a little monkey on the left chest and arms. The monkey's head is toward the shoulders and its legs are next to it. The tail is slightly raised up and blocked by the ears. People are average, looking lively and childlike, which is very suitable for children.
Can be suitable for small children, not necessarily for adults, Cheng Huan looked at the enlarged version of monkeys on Jiang Mingyuan's jacket, some do not know what to say.
The man stood behind the stars, carrying a bag in his hand. He wore a jacket that didn't match his style. Through the neckline, he could see the indigo tie inside. He stiffened his face, exhaling the whole person.
Cheng Huan was a little happy: "Where did you get the clothes?"
"He bought it." Jiang Mingyuan pointed at the stars and looked helpless. He walked into the door and handed the paper bag on his hand: "There is one for you."
"I bought it!" Xing Xing came over and grabbed her clothes, pressed the person to the sofa, pulled out the clothes from the bag, and gestured on her: "Mom, you wear this too."
Cheng Huan was pressed by him on the sofa. This posture was not suitable for exerting force, and she could not struggle for a while.
The stars have already finished drawing, the next one is to take off her coat, his movements are not serious, and the meat on the neckline is still a little painful.
"You go down, I'll do it myself." She sighed and dragged her clothes to catch someone.
"That mother, change it quickly and change your clothes to eat." The little boy licked his lips, looking forward: "Dad said that he would eat a particularly delicious steak today."
This dress is really stupid, totally not in line with Cheng Huan's aesthetics, it looks ten pounds fat when put on! Even if you wear it at home, Cheng Huan can't accept going out to eat.
She straightened up and tried to make sense to the stars, but the little guy didn't listen at all, and urged her to hurry up. Cheng Huan looked at Jiang Mingyuan again. The man only showed her a helpless smile, and it seemed that he was looking forward to it. .
Cheng Huan was helpless, and finally went out wearing this particularly ugly coat, stinking his face all the way and not talking. When he got to the place where he ate, he asked a little bitterly: "How did you think of taking him to buy clothes?"
"Just when you are free, take him out." Jiang Mingyuan locked the car and said, "Did I not tell you?"
"I know." Cheng Huan walked behind Jiang Mingyuan, trying to block himself with his back, and whispered, "Don't let him buy clothes next time, he has a bad vision."
The man in front pulled his son, chuckled, and said, "Neither of us will buy clothes. You can come out next time to help you."
Cheng Huan thought for a while: "... Okay, your clothes are too old-fashioned."
Jiang Mingyuan's restaurant is a high-end Western restaurant. All meals are reserved by appointment, which eliminates the queue.
The waiter probably had an impression of him and took them to the place without seeing any questions. The location is close to the corner, the privacy is good, and the view is wide. Jiang Mingyuan took the order for the three and waited for the food. Several people talked one after the other.
Chatting and chatting, a sudden exclaimed: "Ming Yuan?"