I Have Paid Too Much For This Home

The man who always talked about the best, directly called Su Xingchen's phone and said, "Now the sun is so big, you should be careful of heat stroke in the mountains."

Listening to the low voice of concern for himself, Su Xingchen froze, then looked at the still fierce sun, and was particularly honest: "No, the sun was more fierce at noon, now it is much better."

Yu Fengxing imagined that scene, and the whole person was bad: "What did you say?"

Go to work in the mountains at noon, don't you die?

"Uh ..." Su Xingchen felt that the owner was a little bit fierce and was afraid to speak.

Mr. Yu was black-faced: "Go back."

Then I remembered an important thing and asked Shen Shen: "How much do you dig?"

Su Xingchen couldn't help thinking that Mr. Yu really cared about the working life of the people: "Forty pounds, not as much as I dug last time."

That's why I want to dig a little longer.

Mr. Yu no longer knows what to say, but it sounds extremely patient and authentic: "Go back, how much do you sell for these things, I bought them for you."

"Ah? That won't work." Su Xingchen refused categorically: "You bought everything, what about the customers who are planning to buy it?"

"..." Yu Fengxing didn't understand the market, and there was a plan to buy it?

"If you want to eat, I'll leave you a little." Su Xingchen smiled: "There is no need to pay for it with me."

In other words, mystery friend's business is not bad?

Yu Fengxing opened his mouth, closed it, and stopped interfering with friends who were working hard to manage his life; it was just that the sun in early July was really poisonous, and he was a little worried.

"Then I'll go back, Mr. Yu, bye." Su Xingchen whispered.

Yu Fengxing nodded quickly: "Well, bye."

It is unethical to disturb others to make money, but when mysterious friend said that he would return immediately, President Yu's caution jumped.

An hour later, Su Xingchen dragged his exhausted body back home and checked it. His hands and feet were not worn, and his shoulders were not worn. It just turned red.

Su Xingchen didn't care, just rubbed his reddish shoulders and felt that he had a good adaptability.

He registered the buyer's information quickly.

Then he took some yam and pueraria, went up to the second floor, and hurry to make dinner for two.

During dinner, the cell phone that often received text messages recently rang again.

Su Xingchen thought it was the owner of the house and sent a message to himself, so he wiped his hands, looked at it, and said, "Mr. Han?"

This number is Mr. Han's number. Since returning from Beijing, the other party called him once and hung up without talking.

Now Mr. Han is texting: Xingchen, the summer vacation is here. Would you like to come to Beijing to play?

Su Xingchen saw that the content of the text message was a joke again. Has the summer vacation come?

The word evoked Su Xingchen's memories of college life and made him stumble for a while while holding his mobile phone.

Then I thought about it carefully and replied to Mr. Han: Thank you Mr. Han, I have no plan to travel during the summer vacation.

It ’s not easy for Han Muyu to receive a reply from Su Xingchen: OK, if you want to come, you can tell me at any time. Last time I was really neglecting, and my heart was very sad.

Having contacted Su Xingchen several times, Han Muzhen knew more or less that this young man was not the ordinary young man of his imagination.

Although relatively simple, but prepared for it.

Can be described as inaccessible, oil and salt do not enter, can not get close.

So he also took a break from the idea of ​​developing it and treated him as an ordinary junior.

Su Xingchen felt a big head when he saw these words, because he was not very good at socializing with others.

In particular, Mr. Han ’s official power seems to be courteous on the surface, but in fact there are not many sincere people in the society. He does not like it.

In contrast, the owner is much better. Although the host is rude and often puts on his face, but the person is extremely good.

Su Xingchen thought of the owner's goodness, and quickly returned to Mr. Han: Hmm! I'm cooking in the pot, Mr. Han, let's talk next time.

Looking at this reply that was not in line with 'Communication', Han Muzhen looked extremely speechless: "..."

All I can say is that Su Xingchen is really a very special person.

Here, the pot rang, gurgle, and it was stewing the ribs and yam, and with a hint of white gas, the flavours of meat and bones and yam floated over Su Xingchen.

He showed an expression of enjoyment and salivation, eyes round and bright.

Five minutes left to eat!

At this time, in order to relocate friends who are going to work in agriculture, the man who deliberately went home late after work opened the door and smelled an incredibly fragrant smell.

A sensation called warmth, which strikes Yu Fengxing's heart as the fragrance is inhaled into the lungs.

He couldn't say why, anyway, I just felt that someone had cooked dinner for him after work every day, and it felt good.

"You ..." General Yu, who opened his mouth to the air, suddenly closed again, because he found that he didn't even know the name of the mysterious friend.

Boss Yu, whose style is always simple and rude, took out his mobile phone and took off Su Xingchen's phone. After connecting, "What's your name?"

Su Xingchen was embarrassed: "Ah ...?"

Yu Fengxing paused and said softly, "My name is Yu Fengxing."

With a few seconds of buffering, Su Xingchen finally kept up with Mr. Yu and quickly introduced himself: "My name is Su Xingchen ... 唔 ......"

Su Xingchen, who noticed that she was filling her mouth, closed her mouth and wanted to die!

"What is Su?" Yu Fengxing didn't hear clearly, and asked on the phone.

Su Xingchen blinked, and hurriedly replied, "Su, Xiao, Chen!"

A very village name passed into Mr. Yu's ear crisply.

Mr. Yu comforted in disapproval: "The name is very cute." Then he didn't mention the name again, and asked Su Xingchen: "Is dinner ready? I smell a very delicious smell."

Su Xingchen said: "It's ready, put it on the table, you go and eat."

"Okay." Yu Fengxing hung up.

Then he walked over to see what the smell was so appealing to him.

When President Yu saw the mysterious friend Su Xiaochen digging yam up the mountain today, he raised an eyebrow, and his heart was sour and swelled, which was not a taste.

Why is Su Xiaochen so stupid, Yu Fengxing thought.

And this silly Su Xiaochen, after lying, her ears turned red, and she felt hot to touch.

"Ahem." Su Xingchen was sitting in the kitchen, holding a bowl of meat and bones.

Yu Fengxing, who has great ears, is outside, listening to the extravagant sound of bones thrown into the trash can in the kitchen, his muscles are stretched, and then there is a pair of small hands in his heart, stroking his internal organs and itching. .

But he was motionless, without any thought of peeping in the past.

Even if there are, they are violently carried away!

Yu Fengxing didn't want to peek over because he was afraid to scare away Su Xiaochen.

In this way, Su Xingchen finished eating ‘quietly’, ate a contented meal, and prepared to take a bath and rest.

Speaking of taking a bath, Su Xingchen's face was hot again because he hadn't bathed in hot water for several days.

Tonight, he was so tired that he wanted to take a hot shower.

So if you want to take a hot bath, you have to say something to Mr. Yu.

Su Xingchen texted Mr. Yu: Mr. Yu, I want to take a hot bath in your bathroom for a while, do you mind? And sorry, I've used it before ...

When Yu Fengxing saw the text message, his thick sword eyebrows were raised, and he replied very generously: I don't mind, you can use it casually.

Su Xingchen: Thank you!

From the short two words, Yu Fengxing can feel the joy of Su Xiaochen.

Really easy to meet, the man who read the text message shook his head, but there was a slight arc in the corner of his mouth.

Su Xiaochen, who was approved to sprinkle Huan in the owner's bathroom, brought a washbasin from below, which contained his toiletries, toothpaste and toothbrush.

There was also a pair of clean trousers, which lay over the shoulders.

When Su Xingchen hummed Geer to take a bath in the bathroom, Yu Fengxing couldn't hold back, and came to the door of the bathroom with a complicated look.

Of course, he could not hear Su Xingchen's singing voice, but only the sound of water falling on the floor.

Foretelling that someone was indeed taking a shower inside.

This is a strange thing that cannot be explained scientifically.

But Yu Fengxing didn't care.

After listening for a while, Yu Fengxing returned to the study room to handle the work.

However, after he sat down, some suspicious clues emerged in his mind. For example, the two names Su Xiaochen and Su Xingchen are somewhat abnormal.

For example, when calling Su Xiaochen for the first time, Yu Fengxing felt that his voice was somewhat familiar, like ... like a trail in a game.

But it is logically impossible to be so coincidental.

So Yu Fengxing shook his head and felt that his imagination was too rich, so he would associate these three unrelated people.

Su Xingchen was too tired tonight, so after reading the book for a while, he went downstairs to sleep.

A text message was sent to the owner before going to bed: I went to sleep, Mr. Yu. If you feel hungry, warm the pork rib soup in the refrigerator and eat it. good night.

Mr. Yu, who went to work when he got home, returned: I see, good night.

Su Xingchen can even imagine that the serious-working Mr. Yu frowned at the sound of text messages, and then took the mobile phone to reply.

It must be pretty bad!

But sincerely reply to good night to myself.

How does Mr Yu feel so cute?

Su Xingchen thought about it, scratched her hair, and then paused for a while. Then she pulled up a thin quilt and covered her bare skin, so as not to be bitten by the smoked mosquito.

However, Su Xingchen was unlucky.

Waking up the next morning to wash his face, he found a big red dot on his cheek.

Swollen, bulging like a small crater.

Su Xingchen poke with her fingers, it hurts and itches, and she secretes unknown liquid!

A little depressed Su Xiaochen, texted the house owner for help: early, does Mr. Yu have anti-inflammatory ointment at home? I got a swelling on my face from mosquitoes.

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