Panguan

"Because I expected you to be uneasy and kind-hearted, and planned to let me freeze to death here." Xie Wen joked, "Can't I take precautions to save my life?"

When he sat down on the sofa, he put on his coat.

Ordinary people wearing this kind of red in this season always make people feel anxious. Xie Wen is an exception. He seems to be particularly suitable for this color.

Maybe it was because the collar of his snow-white shirt was exposed, or maybe it was the red that neutralized his strong aura of illness just right.

Xia Qiao was stunned.

Until Xie Wen took out a pen from the jar on the coffee table and tapped it lightly on the stone countertop. He suddenly came to his senses, ran into the room quickly, and brought out a few pages of paper.

"Here's the contract. Thank you, boss, for taking a look." Xia Qiao pulled a small horse and put it on the opposite side of the coffee table. He also grabbed a pen and said, "Brother, are you coming over to take a look?"

"If you don't see it, it's up to you."

Wenshi leaned over and sat at the other end of the sofa, closest to the air conditioner outlet. The cool breeze was left to him alone. He lazily pinched his ear bones while working as a supervisor for the two people.

Both parties have a relationship that has been in the cage together, and the contract is just a formality. Xia Qiao was checking information with Xie Wen, and Xie Wen responded simply.

Wenshi listened for a while, and his peripheral vision fell on the red color unconsciously. When Xie Wen spoke, his thin jawline moved.

That familiar feeling came over him instantly, lightly scratching his heart.

When he heard it, he looked away, lowered his eyes and touched his Adam's apple.

After a while, he stood up, pulled on his slippers and walked away.

He dug a can of Coke out of the refrigerator, opened the ring and took two sips. He turned around and found that Xie Wen had raised his eyes from the coffee table at some point and was looking at him.

Wen Shi paused as he raised his head to drink the drink, glanced from the end of his eyes, and bumped into each other.

After a while, he walked back to the living room carrying the Coke can, grabbed the remote control and turned off the air conditioner, and asked Xie who had already looked away: "What do you want to drink?"

Xie Wen's eyes fell on the drink in his hand: "Is it only this cold?"

Xia Qiao was filling in the number of rooms and rent. Hearing this, he raised his face in confusion. He didn't understand why the two of them suddenly talked about drinking.

"There is also hot water." Wenshi said.

"Do you want to pour it for me?" Xie Wen smiled and looked back at the coffee table. He pointed to the "1" written by Xia Qiao and corrected him: "It's wrong. I'll rent two rooms."

Xia Qiao: "Ah???"

Xie asked: "Didn't you hang up the two rooms upstairs? I want both."

When I heard the words coming to my lips, I swallowed them back. After a while, there was a cup of hot water of just the right temperature on the coffee table.

Xie Wen was a little surprised.

He raised his head and muttered when he heard it: "For the money's sake." Then he walked away with the Coke can.

Xie Wen looked at his tall back as he turned the corner, entered the bedroom, and closed the door behind his back. After a while, there was a faint "beep" sound in the bedroom, which must have been the air conditioner in the bedroom being turned on.

He looked back and took out the cap of his pen, signed the last page of the contract, and whispered at the end: "Where did you learn how to be a money fan?"

"What to study?" Xia Qiao didn't hear clearly.

"It's nothing." Xie Wen put down his pen, took a sip of hot water from the glass, and said slowly, "I didn't say anything about you."

"Oh." When he heard that Shi was not around, Xia Qiao was a little afraid of Xie's question. He was honest and respectful, "Thank you, boss, you can stay here today."

"So the entire second floor belongs to me, right?" Xie Wen confirmed again.

"Yes." Xia Qiao said quickly.

"Then I'll ask them to pack up their luggage and send it over. It might be a bit much."

Only when Lao Mao and the others drove over with a big car covered in stars and moonlight did Xia Qiao understand what "a little bit too much" meant.

When I heard about it, I was frightened out of the bedroom by the chant of "Hey Ho Hey Ho".

Several porters were delivering a huge thing wrapped in red silk to the second floor...

When Wen Shi stepped aside, he saw Xie Wen leaning against the kitchen door with his arms folded.

"What did you move?" he asked, frowning.

"A tree." Xie Wen said.

When he heard it: "What's a tree?"

Xie asked: "Tree."

Wen Shi: "...are you renting a house for Shu to live in?"

Are you sick?

"Don't curse people quietly." Xie Wen saw through his inner thoughts at a glance and leaned against the door with a smile: "Haven't you seen that tree on the second floor of Xiping Garden? If you can put it there, it will be enough here."

Soon, Wen Shi realized that he had scolded him too early.

After the tree, there are a bunch of large and small stone rockeries, flowers and plants, a nest for who knows what, and... two little tortoises.

This is not moving luggage, this is transplanting the second floor of Xipingyuan.

Looking at this posture, Wen Shi almost thought that his store was gone and he was about to run away. Fortunately, we didn't move the ones on the first floor, so we still look like a boss.

After all the things were moved, it was already past 10 o'clock at night.

Lao Mao settled the bill for the group of people and paid the fare for the bus, and then walked in with a shy stomach. Together with Dazhao and Xiaozhao, they stood in a row by the door obediently, blinking at Wen Shi and Xia. firewood.

Xia Qiao was in a panic.

When I heard about it, I glanced in the direction of the second floor. Although some people were moving very loudly, the handrails, walls, and floors were all in good condition, with no scratches or wear at all, and the floor was clean.