I Have Paid Too Much For This Home

When Yu Fengxing opened his eyes again, it was already 9 am the next day.

The quiet ward and the faint disinfectant smell greeted the sensitive nose.

Is this a hospital?

Yu Fengxing frowned, thinking about what happened last night, and found a place that was ignored by him at that time.

Pei Wen said last night that it was the ambulance he called.

So here comes the problem.

How does Pei Wen know that he has a stomachache?

"Mr. Yu, are you awake?" The nurse's voice interrupted Yu Fengxing's thoughts, causing him to frown slightly: "How about, do you feel any pain?" The nurse asked again.

President Yu, who just woke up, was a bit slow, and he felt his stomach that had been calmed down: "It's okay ..." It's no longer painful, but there is still no desire to eat.

"Why don't you have some porridge? What would you like to eat? I'll help you." The nurse is a young nurse who works in the hospital all year round. It's rare to see such a handsome patient.

"No need." But Yu Fengxing avoided others' diligence like a snake, deliberately refusing.

Incomprehensible, he quickly repelled the nurse who had finally found the courage.

When the ward was left alone, Yu Fengxing took out his mobile phone and absently called Pei Wen's phone.

"Boss? How are you doing now? Is your stomach pain better?" As soon as the call was connected, Secretary Pei crackled.

"Well." Yu Fengxing kept things hidden in her heart and asked directly: "How do you know that I have a stomachache in the middle of the night?"

This question is asked.

Secretary Pei looked around and determined that there were no people around, and then whispered, "People around you tell me."

Yu Fengxing had a nervous nerve in his brain, and his eyes were fierce: "People around me?"

"Yeah." Secretary Pei said, she simply hid in the president's office and had a good chat with BoSS, the boy with a nice voice last night.

"You make it clear!" Yu Fengxing rubbed his forehead, his head confused.

"Uh ..." Secretary Pei was confused, so he picked up the story and said, "At 2 o'clock last night, someone called me on your mobile phone and said that your body is uncomfortable, maybe your stomach hurts, let me help Call the ambulance ... "

Speaking of which, Secretary Pei also discovered one thing.

That is, the person did not know the address and house number of the boss, indicating that the other party and the boss have not known each other for a long time.

And most likely, a one-night stand.

"..." Secretary Pei suddenly felt that she knew a little bit more.

impossible.

Yu Fengxing listened to Secretary Pei's statement, and twisted into a Sichuan word between her brows.

But he didn't refute, but asked quietly: "People who call you with my mobile phone, what are the characteristics of the sound?"

"Characteristics?" Secretary Pei thought for a moment, really want to chat with the boss's sweetheart during work hours: "Ah, very young, very nice."

There was silence.

After a while, Yu Fengxing said, "It's a man, right?"

"Well." Secretary Pei did not know why, and blushed.

"What accent?" Yu Fengxing asked again.

It's really impossible to get here. Secretary Pei announced his death: "I didn't listen carefully, really."

The boss is too embarrassing. I haven't seen each other before, and I can talk about what it takes to rely on my voice.

Have the ability to see the company!

Yu Fengxing squeezed the value of Secretary Pei, and immediately changed to another face, saying, "Then don't say it, but you who are paid to work, go to work."

Slap.

Secretary Pei: "..."

Oh man!

Yu Fengxing's stomach didn't hurt, and he didn't want to stay in the hospital either. He went through the discharge procedures for himself, and he walked alone, with a bit of desolation.

This is why Professor Han always persuaded him to marry his wife and have children.

After all, they are Chinese, and what they pay attention to is their wife and children's hot buns.

If a person has money and status, and there is no one who knows the cold and the heat around him, he does not live like a person.

Yu Fengxing introspected himself at every gap, was it really necessary to converge his temperament and find someone who knows cold and hot to live together.

Especially every time the patient is hospitalized, the thought is particularly strong.

Now that the pain has eased, and the discharge procedure has been completed by himself, those reflections have become nonsense.

"Oh!" What object to look for, is it bad to be alone?

This is the most real idea of ​​Yu Fengxing.

He said, however, that Su Xingchen watched the owner go out last night, and his heart was a little disturbed.

One is worrying that the owner's condition will not be controlled, and the other is that revealing his whereabouts will cause unnecessary trouble.

So throughout the middle of the night, Su Xingchen didn't sleep well.

In the early morning of the next day, about seven o'clock.

Su Xingchen picked up a bucket and came to the neglected vegetable garden. He saw that the various small vegetable seedlings moistened by the misty water overnight were not as terrible as they thought.

To say that in the past few days, what Su Xingchen was most worried about was the vegetable field without watering.

Fortunately, the misty water in the mountains is big and heavy.

Squat down and gently pick the vegetable seedlings with the palm of the hand. The cold foggy water wets Su Xingchen's fingers, and Su Xingchen is attentive and pulls out the weeds mixed with the fish-eyes in the vegetable seedlings.

For a time, at the foot of the whole quiet mountain, there was only the voice of a young man pulling grass.

"Uh ..." Su Xingchen looked at the poor vegetable seedlings in his hands and felt very sorry: "I didn't do it on purpose." Then he quickly found a place of feng shui, planted them back, and sprinkled some water.

This should work, right?

Su Xingchen is not sure.

After finishing the work in the vegetable garden, Su Xingchen jumped up to the second floor to see if the owner of the house taken away by the ambulance had returned.

However, the room was empty.

The owner apparently did not return.

Also, it's only eight o'clock now, and the owner is more likely to sleep on the bed.

So Su Xingchen skipped the steps of making breakfast, drove directly to the tricycle, and left the house.

"Boss, want a bowl of ramen!" When it arrived in town, it was still a cheap Shaxian snack.

After eating, Su Xingchen went straight to the vegetable market and carefully selected ingredients for the next few days.

Ducks, old hens, spare ribs ... the eggs are gone, all the old and expensive ingredients.

When the young man paid, his face seemed to be kind and sighing.

Such a flowering method is completely different from what I had previously thought of to save money.

"..." But isn't this the owner of the stomach?

He is young at a young age, and when he gets old, he suffers.

Yam ...

Yam is also a good thing to nourish the stomach, but Su Xingchen doesn't want to spend this money, he still wants to go to the mountain to try his luck.

Therefore, he did not stop at the stall selling yam and went directly to the chicks who just came out of the shell.

Huang Canchan's furry one is so cute.

"Boss, how do chicks sell?" Su Xingchen asked stooping.

"Chick?" The boss snapped his fingers and said, "Two, five, ten, which one do you want?"

Su Xingchen stared at two chicks. He was so poor, of course he needed two.

"It's difficult to raise," the boss kindly reminded.

"Well." Su Xingchen didn't mind: "Give me ten or two."

So there were ten furry chicks on Su Xingchen's tricycle.

And ten pounds of millet-sized chicken feed.

Su Xingchen figured out on the way back, chicken feed is more expensive than chicken cubs!

This boss is too good at business.

Passing by in the village, Su Xingchen turned into Uncle Niu's house and delivered vegetables and fruits to Uncle Niu. By the way, he imported Tim Ding from his house and asked Uncle Niu to send him a cage containing chickens.

"Can you feed?" Uncle Niu looked at the ten fragile little things, his mood was slightly complicated.

What if the ten chickens die?

"Should I be able?" Su Xingchen said, smiling with confidence: "Okay, the weather is too hot, I'll take them back to rest."

Speaking, riding the tricycle smartly, a gust of wind came, and a gust of wind left.

Uncle Niu shook his head, a little worried, and smiled a little happily.

Because he thought that Su Xingchen was a careful child, maybe he could really feed him?

"Coo coo, coo coo ..." Su Xingchen placed the chickens in a cool room, prepared them with feed and water, and admired them for a while.

He stared at the chicks and their two dogs.

"What are you looking at?" Su Xingchen patted two dogs' heads politely, making the dog whimper and back, just like the real thing.

Su Xingchen laughed angrily, pulled over two more, and took them out.

At this time, it is too late.

Su Xingchen converged with a smile and went up to the second floor with a little worry.

When he saw that the owner was working in the study, he probed and carefully observed the owner's complexion, and found that it was okay and not particularly embarrassed.

Su Xingchen exited and went into the kitchen, preparing to make lunch.

Fresh pork ribs, hot water, remove the oil and blood on the surface, and simmer with red dates and wolfberry for half an hour.

Before cooking the red dates, of course, make a few strokes with a knife.

Put the tender yellow millet into the cleaned electric pot and cook it with the crushed barley kernels and lotus seeds for half an hour.

The owner does not eat sweets.

After the fragrant millet porridge was boiled, it was divided into two by Su Xingchen.

Add a pinch of rock sugar and a pinch of salt.

The sweet taste is Su Xingchen's own taste, of course, the salty taste is for the house owner.

However, the red dates and wolfberry stewed pork ribs is also a slightly sweet dish. Su Xingchen is not sure whether the owner will like it.

Here, Yu Fengxing just hung up the phone call that Pei Wen called to tell him to eat on time, and smelled a scent of dates and meat, which was scattered in the room.

"..."

Well, the mysterious man who cooks is back last night.

This indicates that he will have appetizing meals every day in the future.

But Yu Fengxing's face was a little weird.

If he didn't guess wrong, the person who called Pei Wen for help last night was the mysterious man who had been cooking for him ...

Anyway, the incident last night reminded Yu Fengxing a month ago that suddenly one day, he had been tortured by nightmares and insomnia, and he fell asleep.

Yu Fengxing has never noticed these changes.

Until last night, he suddenly figured it out cheerfully.