I Have Paid Too Much For This Home

Su Xingchen wanted to go to bed earlier this evening, but turned over in bed, feeling slightly irritable.

He sat up, made himself a cup of hot milk, and flipped through a translation novel he had read before.

Looking at it, time flies.

When Su Xingchen fell asleep, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

The alarm clock at 8:20 the next day awakened Su Xingchen. He opened his eyes and closed the alarm clock on the mobile phone screen. He felt a tingling sensation in his eyes, which was the end of staying up at night.

The youth lifted the quilt with a tired face and got up to wash and wash.

Su Xingchen in the mirror had a pale face, eyes were awkward, and looked a little embarrassed; it was not possible to be a guest this way, he thought, and put a hot towel on his face.

Twenty minutes later, Hyun's face recovered seven or eight, and at least he could see people.

Su Xingchen picked out a relatively new set of clothes from the closet, but it was still t-shirt jeans, not formal clothes.

After changing it, I combed my hair carefully and felt that I could see people, so I hurried out the door wearing a mask, hat, and backpack.

Today's weather is the same as yesterday. The sun is not very strong, there is wind, and the temperature is quite high.

Su Xingchen estimated the time and chose to take five subway stations and then took a taxi.

The driver master was very familiar with this movie. Hearing the address from the Su Xingchen newspaper, he couldn't help looking: "Brother, does your family live here? Or go to find friends?"

Su Xingchen heard a joke with the driver and said, "If I live there, do I need a taxi?"

As soon as the driver master heard it, he could afford the villa, so he had to own a car if he could.

"Is that going to find a friend?" Asked the driver master.

"Um." Su Xingchen was so sleepy that he couldn't stand his spirits, so he closed his hat and rested on a chair.

Until the driver master shouted, "Here it is." Su Xingchen woke up, looked at the green scenery outside the window, refreshed, took out his wallet and asked, "Thank you, how much is it?"

After paying the fare, Su Xingchen walked along the clean and wide parking road to the villa that looked luxurious and looked at his face.

Go outside the window of the security kiosk and knock on the window: "Hello."

Inside, there were two young male security guards, who had been flossing their teeth. At this time, they saw a person standing coldly outside the window. He was startled and said, "Scared, who are you?"

This is the Han family's villa. It's all guests who drive private cars. Security guards haven't seen them knock on their windows.

"My name is Su Xingchen, and I'm here to deliver something to Mr. Han. I don't know if he told you?" When Su Xingchen looked at this particular posture, he knew that Mr. Han's family was either rich or expensive.

He was already regretful when he was surprised. He didn't know what the situation was and rushed to donate things. He didn't know what Mr. Han would think.

However, there is an old saying in China that when they come, they can't go back.

"Su Xingchen, is this Mr. Su?" The security guard was indeed ordered by Han Muzhen. He paid close attention to a guest named Su. At this time, Su Xingchen reported himself to the door. The security guard came out immediately, with a polite smile on his face. Su Xingchen asked in front of him: "Are you the one who agreed with our Master Han?"

Su Xingchen froze and nodded: "Well, it's me."

An Bao laughed, looked at Su Xingchen intentionally or unintentionally, and explained to him by the way: "It was Master Han ’s order that he saw you directly into the guest room. He is busy now and has no time to entertain you, please forgive me . "

Su Xingchen breathed a sigh of relief. Since Mr. Han had ordered it, he nodded calmly: "It's okay, I'm just sending something."

The security guard knew, and said, "Mr. Su, please."

"Okay, thank you." Su Xingchen clenched his backpack straps and followed the security guard into this spacious and luxurious villa.

"Mr. Su, this is it." An Bao took Su Xingchen to the spacious parlor, where tables were large and small. The first guests gathered in twos and threes, all wearing suits and shoes. They did not have Su Xingchen's arrival. And stop talking: "Look, where do you want to sit?"

Why has Su Xingchen ever seen such a scene, he is now wearing a t-shirt and jeans, and is incompatible with this place, and immediately said to the security guard: "Are you sure you want to arrange me here?"

"Mr. Su?" The security guard thought he hadn't made it clear, and repeated: "Yes, where do you want to sit?"

Su Xingchen looked helplessly and looked at strangers all over the house. He was very embarrassed, but suddenly, his eyes caught a familiar face, which opened his eyes.

It's the house owner.

Su Xingchen was surprised. How could the owner be in Beijing?

But that handsome face, the domineering of a two-seat sofa by one person, is obviously the house owner who gets along with him day and night.

If it were normal, Su Xingchen would never have deliberately approached it. However, in this strange place today, it is rare to see the only person who is familiar, and it is very kind.

When Su Xingchen returned to God, he could not help walking towards the owner of the house.

The security guard found Su Xingchen's direction and was a bit surprised. Did the guest named Master Han take care of him?

This is fantasy.

Because he heard that the relationship between the two gentlemen is very tense, which can be described as white fever.

"Hello, can I sit here?" Su Xingchen said.

Yu Fengxing looked up and heard, a young man carrying a backpack, exuding youth on his body, stood straight in front of himself.

"Yes." Yu Feng moved his thin lips, but his sitting position remained unchanged.

"Thank you." Su Xingchen glanced at the small space left by the other side, just fitting himself into it, which was beyond reproach.

Security was puzzled again. Didn't this Mr. Su actually know Mr. Yu?

That's really bold.

The security man put away his thoughts and asked, "What does Mr. Su want to drink?"

Su Xingchen's stomach murmured, reminding the owner in due course that the breakfast should not be eaten: "..." The young man was slightly embarrassed and said smoothly, "Please give me a cup of hot milk and some snacks, can you?"

"Haha." The security guard softened involuntarily in the face of Su Xingchen, who was embarrassed, "Yes, please wait for Mr. Su."

"Thank you." Su Xingchen was particularly uncomfortable staying in a crowded place. His calmness was about to be maintained. Only the smile was maintained, and people wanted to laugh after watching it.

After a while, the young security guard who just left, carrying a tray full of food, returned to the living room.

"Mr. Su, please use slowly." The security guard put the food in front of Su Xingchen one by one, and said, by the way: "I have informed Master Han that you are here, and he said that he will come right after he is busy."

"Okay, thank you." Su Xingchen thanked again, making people feel a little too alienated in addition to being polite.

But it was really nice to laugh, causing the security guard to involuntarily look at it twice.

Yu Fengxing closed her eyes and listened to the word. When she heard the word "Master Han" mentioned by the security guard, she opened her eyes immediately, and thought about the harmless creature like cotton candy next door.

According to Yu Fengxing's visual observations, this young man is of ordinary origin and has a temperamental temperament, which seems to be incompatible with this kind of performance. No matter how he looks, he can't hit the Han family.

The only possibility is that this person is Han Muzhen's target.

As for why he turned to the house, Yu Fengxing didn't know, and he didn't have the desire to explore.

"Sir, do you eat?" Before Su Xingchen was about to start, he politely asked the owner sitting next to him.

"Don't eat it." Yu Fengxing said for a moment, then answered.

"Okay, then I'll eat it myself." Su Xingchen was also polite. She put her backpack on her back and took a few sips of milk. She picked up the soft waffle on the left and placed it on the fragrant strawberry jam. Smudged before sending it into the mouth.

The taste is good and the sweetness is moderate.

Su Xingchen took a few sips, and the stomach he had rebelled with just now was much more comfortable.

The plate also contains chopped chocolate donuts and cranberry cookies. Su Xingchen also ate a little each. The sweets are easy to feel full, so they are full soon.

"..." Su Xingchen whispered a milky puppet, and leaned on the sofa with his backpack and closed his eyes to rest.

In fact, on this occasion, he did not want to come subconsciously. However, Dr. Fang said that if he had been in the comfort zone and could not break through himself, there would be no chance of improvement.

"What's your relationship with Han Muyu?"

Just when Su Xingchen was comfortably about to fall asleep, an unexpected voice sounded in his ear.

Who is it about ... Han Muzhen ... Han Muzhen is Mr. Han?

"We're okay." Su Xingchen opened his eyes, and then returned after answering the questions.

"Then you are the orphan of Grandpa Han's comrade-in-arms?" Yu Fengxing is 99% sure that the other party is not, because Mr. Han's birthday is attended by him every year. He can come to only a few people. impression.

"Abandoned orphan?" Su Xingchen looked at the owner who spoke to him, thinking carefully, and said, "No, I'm Mr. Han's guest."

Then he saw that the owner's face became eccentric and puzzled.

Here, Han Muyi was busy with what she had on hand and hurried to the reception room.

The security guard at home told him that Su Xingchen was wearing a white t-shirt, jeans and sneakers, and he was very photogenic and very recognizable.

Han Muzhen came to the living room and looked around the room for a week. At first glance, he saw Su Xingchen showing a small leg.

What makes people frown is that this leg is resting with Yu Fengxing's straight male cancerous leg.

Not only that, from the perspective of the two, the two talked to each other and chatted with each other.

Han Muyi hesitated for a moment, wondering what the situation is now?

With full of doubts, Han Muzhen came to Yu Fengxing and Su Xingchen: "Hello, are you a star?" His sight was mainly on the young man sitting with Yu Fengxing.

Su Xingchen looked up and saw a magnificent and handsome man wearing a fitted suit. He was getting taller and taller. At first glance, he was a rich man from a good family.

"Hello." Su Xingchen stood up quickly and asked: "Are you Mr. Han?"

Only then did Han Muyi show a faint smile, which dispelled the sternness on his face: "Yes, it is me."

Su Xingchen also smiled and reached out to the other side: "Hello Mr. Han, my name is Su Xingchen."

Han Muzhen nodded and held the palm of his hand: "Xing Chen, let's go, I'll take you to see my grandfather."

"Okay." Su Xingchen didn't think much about it, and let Han Muzhen continue to hold his palm, while Han Muzhen felt a delicate touch, melting in his palm, surprisingly comfortable.

This behavior was seen by Yu Fengxing. The righteousness in the heart of the old cadres burst into bursts, and Yingqi's eyebrows suddenly frowned.

"I'll go too." Yu Fengxing stood up, deep in cold eyes, staring at Su Xingchen's and Han Mu's hands.

Han Muzhen gave a quiet meal, and said something gently: "General Yu, we have a personal matter to discuss."

Yu Fengxing was disappointed with Han Muke's character. How could he believe it and ask, "What private matter? Take your little boyfriend out to Grandpa Han?"

Han Muxian stared at his eyes instantly, his expression cold.

"???" Su Xingchen was in the middle, shocked and embarrassed.

Yu Fengxing knows that his dog has a lot of gossip about using a mouse, but since he is in control, "If it isn't, just loosen your paw and don't eat human tofu."

Speaking of which, Yu Fengxing opened Han Muzhen and held Su Xingchen's hand, and said to Su Xingchen, who looked skeptical by the way, "Boys must learn to protect themselves and not be held casually, especially oily middle-aged and old men. "