I collect waste in heaven

Chapter 739 Ice City Yesen
"Boom!"

"Sir, are you all right?"

Hearing the sound, the waiter at the cold drink shop rushed over. Following the sound, it was a young man wearing glasses who hit the corner of the table in the cold drink shop and fell to the ground.

"How many?"

"My precious girl is really a natural beauty. Look at the fascination of these young men. The wall hits the wall, the door hits the door, and this one hits the table."

Xin Zhao grinned, and glanced at Xiao Qingli on the opposite side from time to time.

No reaction at all.

Rubbing his hands together, Xin Zhao reached out and tapped on the table.

"Baby girl, can you pass the friend application?"

"Heh..." Qingli raised her eyelids and glanced at Xin Zhao and let out a cold snort, Xin Zhao grinned stupidly, "Don't be angry, it was Dad who made a mistake just now, Dad apologized to you."

Qingli didn't even bother to look at Xin Zhao, she just lowered her head and played a small game downloaded from the app store.

"Liao Mingliang!" Xin Zhao frowned slightly. Liao Mingliang, who was chatting passionately with He Xiangu, lowered his head and slowly raised his head. After noticing Zhao Xin's eyes, he glanced at Qingli, stuck out his tongue, rolled his eyes and shrugged, "You brought it on yourself. What does it have to do with me?"

"To kill the donkey, right?! I bought a mobile phone, is this the attitude?"

"Yeah, that's the attitude." Liao Mingmei shook her head and stuck out her tongue. Not only that, she added fuel to Qingli's ear, "Qingli, just ignore him and piss him off."

"Okay, you two are really good at it!"

Xin Zhao naturally honored the phone he promised to buy.

It's just that Qingli seems to have been brooding over Xin Zhao's attitude just now, since she beat him up, she hasn't said a word to Xin Zhao.

How can this work.

If the conflict between father and daughter is not handled properly, it is very likely that the relationship between the two parties will become worse, and in the end the daughter will not recognize the father.

Zhao Xin was very distressed.

It is indeed very happy to see a beautiful and cute daughter, but it is really difficult to be a father when encountering problems.

If it is a son, it will be two feet up.

If you dare to shake face with your father, you deserve a beating.

A filial son is born under the stick, and he will be honest in an instant after a beating.

My daughter can't fight.

Daughter is hard to raise!
After peeking at Qingli for a while, Xin Zhao licked his lower lip and took out a bottle of body quenching liquid from the space of all things.

"Qingli, what do you think this is?"

Open the cork, and a refreshing scent of medicine diffuses towards the surroundings.Qing Li, who was playing with her phone with her head down, raised her head instantly, her eyes fixed on the bottle in Xin Zhao's hand.

"what is this?"

"Body Quenching Liquid." Xin Zhao smiled with squinted eyes, raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you want it, Dad will give you this, so don't be angry, okay?"

Qingli who put down the phone could feel some struggle in her heart on her small face.

There is a play!

It seems that Qingli is still very interested in this kind of treasure that can improve her strength, which also proves that she still wants to get revenge by surpassing Xin Zhao in strength.

Why does Xin Zhao think so?

Because he has self-knowledge.

"Two bottles!"

Taking advantage of Qingli's gaze loosening, Xin Zhao increased his bargaining chips.

"I want three bottles." Qingli bit her lip and raised the price, and Xin Zhao agreed without thinking, "Three bottles are three bottles, so it's settled, I'll give you three bottles of body quenching liquid, you can't get angry with me anymore."

"you give me first."

"Hey, Dad can still lie to you."

Without further ado, Xin Zhao took out two more bottles of Body Quenching Liquid from the space of all things.

Although he can't say much about this kind of body quenching liquid now, it is not a rare commodity for him. As long as he gives an order, the silver spirit boy can start mass production.

"Give."

Push the body quenching liquid over.

I have to say that cats are really fast.

Even the Qingli after the transformation, still retains this characteristic.The little hand quickly turned into an afterimage, and before Xin Zhao could react, the Body Tempering Liquid had already reached her hand.

Probably because she was afraid that there might be fakes in them, Qing Li purposely uncorked the bottles one by one and sniffed them.

After confirming that it was all body quenching liquid, she put it in her pocket, pouted the kitten's mouth with a slightly resentful look.

"Then I'll forgive you first."

"Okay, okay." Xin Zhao hurriedly responded, Qingli wrinkled her nose again and said, "But, if you still dare to be so aggressive with me, I... I will never be with you again."

"Absolutely not!"

Xin Zhao smacked his chest firmly, "You are my father's heart, your little princess, how could my father be willing to kill you."

"Hmph, you can apply." Qingli pouted.

"okay."

Xin Zhao burst out laughing immediately, and sent a friend request.

After a while, the verification passed.

After the friend was added, Qingli also sent an emoji of a hammer hitting her head on the chat box.

"This little Qingli..."

Zhao Xin whispered with his head, and clicked on her profile picture to take a look.Her profile picture is a selfie, and Pikachu in the photo is smiling very happily.

"See if you dare to bully me again." Qingli snorted angrily with a fierce look.

"Of course not."

Xin Zhao smiled helplessly, Qing Li also wrinkled her nose and moved the chair to sit next to Xin Zhao, grabbed his cold drink and bit the straw to take a sip.

"You're a watermelon, right?"

"Yeah, it tastes good."

Before that, Qingli had always been a cat. Although she knew a lot about human beings, she knew that she hadn't tried it herself, such as when she came back to the cold drink shop.

Qing Li, Liao Mingmei and Zhao Xin bought three flavors of cold drinks, although she knew what they were but didn't know the taste.

When she tasted these fruity cold drinks, she would smile in surprise and satisfaction.

Very cute.

of course……

If someone has been paying attention to them, they will find that there is no one sitting in the passion fruit cold drink, but the cold drink in the cup is almost bottomed out.

There is no other reason, the empty one is just like the place where a cup of passion fruit cold drink is placed.

It belongs to the little ghost girl Liao Mingliang!

It's strange to say that everyone in the family can see her, even Qingli, but after she comes out, no one can feel her presence.

Even the mobile phone bought for her, she sat on the chair and put the mobile phone on the table.

Outsiders can't see the existence of the mobile phone at all.

The reason why Xin Zhao knew it was that he specially asked a waiter to ask, and he still remembers the sad look in the waiter's eyes when he was about to leave.

In fact, Xin Zhao didn't intend to scare her, but just wanted to make sure.

If you don't confirm it, just seeing the screen of the mobile phone is on, and there are messages sent from time to time, but there is no one sitting there, isn't it more mysterious?

Qing Li, who took a sip of watermelon juice, took another sip against Habit.

Her pink tongue licked her lips.

"Not bad, not as delicious as my orange." Qing Li wrinkled her nose with a smile.

Just when Xin Zhao looked at Qingli and couldn't help showing a fatherly smile, he suddenly felt someone behind him, and suddenly looked back...

I saw a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes looking at Xin Zhao's table with a smile in his eyes.

"Sir, eavesdropping is not a good habit."

"You misunderstood me, I didn't eavesdrop." The middle-aged man smiled calmly and said, "I just arrived here too, and I happened to see that the atmosphere here seems not suitable for disturbing, so I stood Wait here for a while."

Suddenly, Xin Zhao frowned.

Judging from the meaning of the middle-aged man's words, he seemed to be targeting Xin Zhao and the others.

"You came to see us?" Xin Zhao frowned, and the middle-aged man nodded noncommittally, "I wonder if we can sit down and talk?"

"sit."

Before Liao Mingliang stood up and gave up the seat outside, the middle-aged man happened to avoid Liao Mingliang's seat and walked to the inside seat to sit down.

This made Xin Zhao raise his eyebrows.

It stands to reason that normally people would sit in the outer seats, not to mention that the middle-aged man and Xin Zhao didn't know each other at all, and they met by chance to ask for a seat, and he actually sat inside.

"this is my name card."

The middle-aged man who sat down smiled and handed over a business card, Xin Zhao took it and glanced at it.

"Yesen?" Xin Zhao whispered.

Business cards are simple.

His business card is not like other big bosses, with various positions written on it, it is simply a technical engineer.

The second is his name Ye Sen, followed by his private mobile phone number.

"That's right, Ye Sen." The middle-aged man nodded with a smile, "I don't know what to call you yet."

"Xin Zhao."

Xin Zhao still has a certain degree of confidence in his reputation in Los Angeles. Perhaps relatively few people know him, but if he is a business person, those with a certain status should be familiar with his name.

Judging from Ye Sen's appearance, Xin Zhao doesn't think he is an ordinary person.

To his surprise,

When Ye Sen heard his name, his expression was very calm, there was no accident, and he didn't know the intention of pretending.

It's just a very simple expression of notifying each other of their names.

"Aren't you from Los Angeles?"

"Oh? How did Mr. Zhao know?" Until then, Ye Sen smiled slightly surprised, "That's right, I'm not from Los Angeles, I'm from Bingcheng."

"I didn't recognize the accent on that side." Xin Zhao said.

"Running around all the year round, the accent in my hometown will fade away." Ye Sen said with emotion in his tone, "But if I go back and stay for half a year, the accent will still be there."

"The hometown dialect is engraved in the bones and blood, and it is hard to forget."

Xin Zhao nodded with a smile, crossed his fingers, and leaned on the chair with some deep meaning in his eyes.

"I wonder why Mr. Ye came to see me?"

(End of this chapter)