I Have Paid Too Much For This Home

Everyone that Su Xingchen saw was stunned, apparently not keeping up with his own pace.

"I was joking."

Although Father Su often did tease Su Xingchen like that, Su Xingchen knew very well that he was not a father who gave balloons in foreigner streets.

Everyone looked at Su Xingchen in a complicated mood: "We know."

Does this guy think that everyone believes that he is in a daze?

"Well, that's good." Su Xingchen adjusted his mood, opened the box containing Ganoderma lucidum, and handed it to Han Muzhen: "Mr. Han, it's safer to take it to the doctor."

Han Muzhen took the box from the youth: "Okay, thank you for my grandfather."

"Mu Yan ..." Grandpa Han grasped the grandson's hand, looking like he wanted to say something.

"Grandpa, uh, rest assured, I know ..." Han Muzhen leaned close to his grandfather, biting his ears quietly, "I will give him a gift back."

Mr. Han listened and nodded with satisfaction.

It ’s a gift to come and go.

The old Han Muxi knew that his grandfather was old and his heart was soft, and he didn't want to think about too many complicated things; his elderly people would rather believe that Su Xingchen really respected his special trip to give gifts instead of hiding his mind .

This is of course.

Han Muxuan was born in a family that couldn't get up and was soaking in the government for many years. He trained a pair of people to see people, not to mention how old and hot, but at least it can be judged that Su Xingchen is simple in heart or deep in thought.

In fact, even if it is fake, then what?

Heroes are twilight, sunsets are in the mountains, and now the young people of Erlang are how many people still remember the efforts and hard work of their predecessors?

Nowadays, a young man who has never known him, after hearing that the buyer has participated in the anti-Japanese / Japanese revolution / life predecessor, is willing to give it away for free without saying a word, and send it in a jealous manner.

If this is true, why not make a good story.

The Han family felt sorry, and it was just a gift.

Next, Han Muzhen pushed Mr. Han down to meet the guests. Yu Fengxing and Su Xingchen followed. Yu Fengxing took a tissue and handed it to the young man who had secretly red eyes next door: "..."

He doesn't often take care of this kind of seemingly rich object. After all, the only girlfriend is that sturdy type, so he seems very unskilled.

"Thank you." Su Xingchen was surprised and looked at the owner of the house.

Although paper towels are rarely needed, I am grateful.

But Su Xingchen was very puzzled. When did the owner become so tender and careful?

Isn't the person on the other side not having friends on the entire network?

Su Xingchen retracted his eyes, wiped his eyes and nose briefly, and immersed himself in the doubt that the owner could not be so careful and gentle.

Yu Fengxing, who was walking with Su Xingchen, said, "You are a man. Don't cry because of something."

Su Xingchen frowned, not too unexpectedly frowning, no snoring, but just exuding a sense of resistance.

After all, he was morbid, just seeing the old and weak heroes of the past. Now he can't speak, and even needs actions to help others, a little bit sad.

Also, this is not a trivial matter.

A man who has lived for more than 20 years can't feel Su Xingchen's resistance when he is experiencing the old fritters Yu Da BoSS. He frowned and thought, this man is not Lao Tzu's cub.

Yu Fengxing left in stride, leaving Su Xingchen with an indifferent back.

It looks like he's angry.

I really don't understand ...

Su Xingchen opened her mouth and kept up a little puzzled.

In the lively luxury villas, many people came in during this time; among them were ladies and children, making the whole scene more festive and noisy.

Mr. Han, who is in a wheelchair, seems to like this lively.

After Han Muzhen pushed Mr. Han to appear, from time to time, a lady brought her child to talk, and the picture was very harmonious and harmonious.

Su Xingchen stood in it and was infected by the atmosphere.

"Xingchen," the busy Korean parent Sun said to the guests he invited. "I'm probably busy for a while. Take care of yourself and tell your helper what you want."

Su Xingchen nodded: "Okay, Mr. Han is busy, I can do it myself."

Not long after I finished speaking, a red ball with a white dot on the bottom rolled to his feet, Su Xingchen looked at it, squatted down to pick it up, and then saw a small, big-eyed loli looking at herself ... The ball.

"Is your little ball?" Su Xingchen squeezed the ball and would still call, so he smiled with a wink, and said happily to Xiaolioli, "Will I play with you?"

Little Loli looked at him timidly, nodded and said softly: "Okay ..."

It's so cute and milky.

Su Xingchen crouched down and said in a soft voice: "Do you really want to play with your brother? Or do you want to play by yourself?"

Little Rory blushed immediately, turning her face and humming, "Play with your brother."

Yu Fengxing, who was entertaining with others, occasionally tilted his head and looked around: "..." A picture of a young boy with a tender face playing with a little loli fell into his eyes.

...... It really is a child.

Yu Fengxing and Han Muzhen are both outstanding young people. Among these guests, they are also hot-selling friends. They are busy and naturally have no time to control Su Xingchen.

"Mr. Su, we're going to be here soon. Please, please." The helper apparently read Su Xingchen's surname accurately after being instructed by Han Muzhen.

"Thank you, did Mr. Han ask you to call me?" Su Xingchen looked at them, and everyone really shifted positions one after another.

The helper said, "No, it's Mr. Yu."

Su Xingchen gave a meal, then nodded, and thoughtfully followed the helper to leave the sitting room.

When I came to the restaurant, a very large table appeared in Su Xingchen's field of vision, and shocked the little garbage Su Xingchen who was from a small citizen.

This is too big.

And the head was throbbing, humming, dazzling.

Su Xingchen walked slowly and looked around the crowd intentionally or unintentionally, looking for his familiar face, so he didn't notice the guest who was passing by, and knocked him down with a force.

"Sorry, I bumped into you." Su Xingchen crooked her body, bumped into the shoulder of a young gentleman, waited for him to turn around to see who was hit, and found a familiar face.

"Why are you again?" The other party also clearly recognized Su Xingchen.

Slightly disgusted eyes looked at Su Xingchen. If this was Yu Fengxing's own subordinate, Yu Fengxing would have been scolded to death.

"It's me, I'm so reckless, sorry." Su Xingchen didn't care, but said sincerely, "Thank you, and let people remind me to attend."

"Um." Yu Fengxing hummed.

With a cold face, he decided not to bother.

Su Xingchen looked around. There wasn't much room in other places, so he didn't know where to sit.

The two places around the house owner were also full of guests.

Su Xingchen looked around looking for a place to fall. It fell a little pitiful in the eyes of Yu Da's BoSS. Although this is not his own person, it should also be the object of other people's distress. Say to the helper: "Add a chair beside me."

Helper hold back: "Are you sure?"

The spacing between guests and the food at each location are regulated.

"Um." Yu Fengxing moved to the side. "Hurry up, thank you."

The helper did not dare to hesitate, "Okay, please wait a moment."

Su Xingchen looked at the helper with a stunned look and put a chair beside the house owner, and asked him to take a seat: "Sir, please sit down."

Su Xingchen took a deep breath and felt that he had said too many words of thank you today, but still want to thank: "Thank you Mr. Yu."

"Sit down." Yu Fengxing patted the cushioned chair.

The helper thoughtfully added a pair of tableware to Su Xingchen, but he couldn't help the food on the table, because only one piece of food could be placed in one place.

Helper: "Sir, food ..."

But did not continue.

"It doesn't matter, it's enough." Yu Fengxing knew what the maid wanted to say, so he glanced at the various delicate dishes that he was not interested in, needless to say that these were all menus formulated by Han Muzhen.

Su Xingchen, who was very surprised, slowly calmed down, his eyes full of change toward the owner of the house, it turned out that this person was really good.

"Mr. Yu, I misunderstood you before, I'm a little sorry." Su Xingchen whispered to the owner of the house, and by the way repositioned the position in front of him, it became clearer.

"Hmm ..." Yu Fengxing's eyes narrowed, and he found that the young man who had been upstairs before was now like a flower that had been watered, and he had become lively and lively.

Yu Fengxing looked comfortable.

It feels like this face should be right.

Immediately to open the table, Han Muzhen, who was too busy to touch the ground, was finally busy, and then looked for Su Xingchen everywhere.

"Have you seen a boy in a white t-shirt?" Han Muzhen grabbed a helper and asked.

"Yes, it's right next to Mr. Yu." The helper pointed.

Han Muyi said: "Yu Fengxing?"

Is he again?

Following the fingers of the helper, Han Muzhen saw the special guest with a thin figure, crowded beside the tall dead opponent, and immediately picked a thick sword eyebrow.

Han Muzhen was surprised. Su Xingchen wasn't one of Yu Fengxing. Why was Yu Fengxing such a cold-hearted businessman so concerned about Su Xingchen?

"Xingchen, why are you sitting here?" Han Muzhen came over and talked to Su Xingchen.

"Mr. Han, are you busy?" Su Xingchen saw him and said sincerely, "Today with so many guests, you have worked hard."

Han Muzhen was very guilty. She bent over and supported Su Xingchen's chair and said, "I asked you to come, but I didn't entertain you."

"It's okay, you're too polite, I'm fine." Su Xingchen looked at Yu Fengxing and smiled: "Mr. Yu takes care of me."

Han Muzhen's gaze moved to the chair where Su Xingchen and Yu Fengxing squeezed together. Is this the so-called care?

"You don't have to be so crowded, let's go. I'll arrange a seat for you."

You don't have to be crowded with people, and you don't have to share the same food with others, otherwise it will be too aggrieved.

"I really don't have to, Mr. Han, I'm fine like this." Su Xingchen looked at Han Muxun earnestly, his eyes were full of firmness. If he really went away with Han Muxuan, it was tantamount to Yu Fengxing's face.

"Xingchen, but it's also very troublesome for you to squeeze here," Han Muzhen said helplessly. "There is only one portion of food in one location. Do you want to divide up Mr. Yu's food?"

Yu Fengxing frowned.

Sure enough, when Su Xingchen heard it, his face changed and groaned: "Is that so? Then I ..."

"So much food, can you finish it? It is a waste if you can't finish it." Yu Fengxing silently threw out the killer, speaking of Su Xingchen's heart.

Yes, there is so much food in one location, Su Xingchen can't imagine that he has eaten the food in one location, what a big appetite; it is more suitable for two people to eat, and he is not the first time to give food to the owner Enjoy.

Today the owner of the house should share it with himself, it should be possible.

"I will not pass, Mr. Han, I will sit here." Su Xingchen finally decided.

Han Muyan was so angry that he couldn't stare at Yu Fengxing boldly, otherwise his good birthday would be completely out of rumor that he and Yu Fengxing were at odds.

Although many people know that he and Yu Fengxing are really at odds.

"Let's do that," Han Muzhen said, holding back, "you help me take care of the stars."

Then left.

"He is busy, isn't he?" Yu Fengxing took Su Xingchen's thoughtful gaze, and continued to administer the medicine: "It is because of his special status and busy affairs that he has no time to accompany his lover. . "

Su Xingchen thought the owner of the house was leisurely with himself, nodded with deep thought: "Yes."

"So I'm looking for someone who is not busy at work, who can accompany you, and who won't throw you away to take care of you, understand?" Yu Fengxing spared no effort to discredit Han Muzhen.

Su Xingchen blinked, his ridiculous gaze turned around on the owner of the house, and he laughed at the corner of his mouth.

The owner of the house was as narcissistic as ever, he thought.