Perfect Match

Dai Xiao's face turned dark immediately: "Go to the Quality Supervision Bureau of Zhendong. Near the end of the year, I started to fleece the wool to generate income. I have nothing to do all day long and want to grab money from my pocket. I have to say something."

"What punishment again this time?"

"Noise pollution." Dai Xiao was even more angry, and his face was so foul that he could attract flies. "Who made the noise in our house and can they count it?"

Noise problem has always been a chronic illness of Qingguo Inn.

There is a bar across the river in front of the gate, dancing every day until late at night, and it is not carnival until the day of closing on holidays. The inn industry in the town has regulations that no noise source can be found within 20 meters of a guest room. In principle, the bars that make noise should be rectified and decontaminated. The bars are safe and sound, but a row of inns facing the river are punished every year.

The Qingguo Inn is closest to the bar, and of course the punishment is the most. ??

"Regardless of the source, staring at the victim punishment all day, the underworld does not bring such an upside down to black and white."

Dai Xiaomin read aloud and said something again, said a little, the tone softened: "He An, do you have something to talk about? I can stay with you, and go to the QA later Row."

"I'm okay, you go." He An told him, "Get there and talk well, don't quarrel like the last time. Money is a small matter, and our inn will drive in the town."

"I didn't mean to make a noise, but I really didn't want to. I worked hard for a year and didn't make much money in total. For them, I might as well buy more skirts for Suzuran."

Dai Xiaoting was not convinced, he took the bicycle out of the door, and rode to Zhendong.

Ugh.

After he left, He An sighed softly.

The town of Luojiu is all right, but it still retains a kind of dysentery in a remote small town-it talks about people and clans, but it doesn't talk about rules.

Dai Xiao, like most idealistic photographers, was attracted by the "view" of Luoyang Town, but was not ready to deal with "people". After the inn was opened, all kinds of tossings followed one after another, and it was considered that they had learned the real lessons from the scorched head.

He An pushed the door into the room. Lily of the valley was sleeping on the bed with a woolen blanket.

The child was just terribly frightened. Although he was asleep right now, tears were still on the tip of his eyelashes, and his facial features were twisted in aggrief.

He An was so distressed that she stood by the side and held her little hand for a long time.

In the past, when he was a normal Omega, the child cried, and he could immediately calm her with strong pheromone. Now, he can only spend dozens of times, waiting for a constant concentration of pheromone to drift out, and slowly bathe the child.

Fortunately, Suzuran was extremely close to him, and just smelling a little was enough.

Seeing that the child finally raised his eyebrows, He An was relieved, kissed her, quilted a small blanket for her, and quietly left the bedroom.

When you go out, turn right to the room of Dai Xiao and Cheng Xiu, and then go to the right, which is the public large living room of the inn.

The living room is about 40 square meters, with sofas, bookcases, and televisions. A huge Mediterranean flat rug is laid in the middle, and there is a cabinet of interesting artworks: bamboo woven baskets, porcelain vases, fleshy small green plants, silver plating The mammoth, the bulging puffer fish family ... plus a wall of original photographs by Dai Xiao's hands, decorated with a unique atmosphere.

At night, this is the place where guests from Tiannan Haibei chat, drink tea and watch TV. During the day, the guests went out. No one patronized here, it was deserted, and only Cheng Xiu yawned behind the counter to calculate the bill.

"Let me do it."

Before Cheng Xiu hit the table, He An woke him up.

Cheng Xiu's sleepy worm slipped away for a second, quickly moved away a few steps, and gave He An a way into the counter. He An took his job, flipped through the account book, and knocked the keyboard skillfully.

This is Cheng Cheng's turn.

He even prepared the concise abbreviations, only waiting for He An to come back and use them. At a glance now, He An is not shocked, but calmer than an outsider like him, only the corners of his eyes are tinged with a touch of reddish, wet, said to be tears, also like being blown by the wind.

Cheng Xiu was inaccurate, and he couldn't hold back the gossip, leaned against the counter, and pondered He An's expression for a while, and then probed his head and looked out.

"... You ask." He An helplessly said.

Cheng Xiu immediately perk up: "Where is Zheng Feiyu?"

He An said, "Back to the Yuanjiang River."

"Gone ?!" Cheng Xiu was surprised. "He flew over all the way, and talked with you and left?"

He An laughed: "Of course, it's not just as simple as a few words."

"So what did he do?"

"I also want to pick me back to Yuanjiang, saying that I figured it out, like me, and treat me well in the future."

"You didn't agree?"