The leisurely life of the rich start

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"Didn't Christmas, New Year's and your birthday all come together?" Zhang Da smiled softly, "Why don't we just buy together."

"Oh, thank you!" Cheng Mingming gave Zhang Da a hug, and then opened the car door, "Wait for me!"

Zhang Da asked curiously, "Huh? What's the matter?"

Cheng Mingming didn't speak, he quickly opened the trunk and took out two gift bags from it.

"I also prepared a gift for you!"

With that said, she got into the car again and closed the door at the same time,

"Merry Christmas Eve!"

"hapiness!"

Zhang Da took the gift bag.

In the two bags were a tie and a bracelet.

Both gifts belong to Hermes.

"I never saw you wear a tie, so I bought you one. Then you always wear Hermes clothes, so I bought you a bracelet of this brand."

Cheng Mingming leaned his head on Zhang Da's shoulder, "How about it, do you like it?"

"I like it, I like it very much!" Zhang Da turned his head sideways and put his head on Cheng Mingming's head, "You may not believe me, I don't know how to wear a tie, can you do me a favor?"

"No, because I won't either." Cheng Ming gave him a clear look, "Unless you beg me!"

Zhang Da smiled and complained: "Are you stupid? You said you can't do it anymore, what else should I ask you to do?"

Cheng Mingming was silent.

After a few seconds of silence, she asked, "How about singing after dinner?"

"Okay, why do you suddenly want to sing?"

Cheng Mingming stretched out his left hand, reached Zhang Da's waist, and pinched it hard.

Zhang Da let out a scream very realistically.

Cheng Mingming gave him a satisfied look:

"Didn't you say that my waist is bad? Don't you like to sing? Huh? Soak goji berries in a thermos?"

Zhang Da pulled out a pillow and threw it lightly.

ten minutes later.

The two hugged a pillow each, and leaned comfortably on the seat.

Cheng Mingming said: "Let me ask Wen and Lu if they will come to sing? The more people there are, the more lively it will be."

Zhang Da nodded and said: "Well, you ask first, I will transfer the things to the trunk first."

"Then I'll get out of the car first."

Cheng Mingming glanced at the left car door piled up like a hill, and reached out to open the right car door.

Zhang Da got out of the car from the right, and then put gift bags one by one in the trunk.

Cheng Mingming, who finished the phone call, also came over:

"Wen and Lu said that the KTV is gathering, they are already eating, and they will go to the KTV first after eating."

Zhang Da nodded: "Okay, then let's go too."

...

When they finished their meal and came to KTV, Liu Wenwen and Sun Xinlu had already sang for a while.

"Hi, happy Christmas Eve."

Sun Xinlu waved to the two, then said to Cheng Mingming with a smile,

"Wow, it's an honor to meet Ming on Christmas Eve!"

Cheng Mingming knew it was wrong to replay the pigeons last time, so he sat down silently.

"hello."

After greeting Zhang Da and Sun Xinlu, they sat beside Cheng Mingming.

"Ming, go order some songs." Sun Xinlu looked at Cheng Mingming and said, "I'm about to be tortured by Wen and go crazy."

"Lu, what do you mean?" Liu Wenwen put down the microphone, "You don't even sing, so I'm so tired, okay?"

That being said, looking at Liu Wenwen's expression when singing, it is obvious that she is enjoying herself.

Zhang Da nodded quietly.

This person should be a "Mai Ba".

Afterwards, he was "carried" by Cheng Mingming.

"Go, accompany me to order some songs."

"Oh."

Looking at Cheng Mingming with glowing eyes, Zhang Da vaguely felt something was wrong.

After 10 minutes, he completely became the atmosphere group.

Seeing Cheng Mingming holding the microphone in both hands, Zhang Da blinked quietly.

'It turned out that Mai Ba was by my side. '

Fortunately, Cheng Mingming's singing level was better than that of another Maiba he knew, Fan Jiang.

At least 10 grades higher.

'This should not count as a subjective filter bonus, right? '

In Shencheng, Fan Jiang, who was shopping with his girlfriend, sneezed again.

Yang Ting asked with concern: "Jiang Jiang, do you have a cold?"

"No, I suspect that my dad is speaking ill of me." Fan Jiang shook his head lightly, "I left work early today, and the old man is a little unhappy."

Yang Ting asked: "That's right, why do you have to leave work sooner or later?"

Fan Jiang said brazenly: "Fool, I'm afraid you're in a hurry."

Yang Ting lowered her head: "Jiang Jiang, you are so kind."

...

When Zhang Da came back to his senses, Cheng Mingming had already pushed the microphone in front of him.

"Would you like to sing a song?"

Zhang Da nodded and said, "Okay, can you order a song for me?"

Cheng Mingming pointed to the screen: "It's already ordered."

Zhang Da looked up.

It is Jay Chou's "Confession Balloon".

Zhang Da scratched his head: "I'm not very good at it."

Previously as an honorable bachelor.

He rarely even listens to this kind of love song.

"It's okay, I'll sing with you!"

Cheng Mingming gave Zhang Da the microphone, got up and "took" Liu Wenwen's microphone away.

Zhang Da clearly saw it.

Liu Wenwen's eyes lost their light.

Sun Xinlu was already booing aside with a rattle:

"Oh, sing along, sing along!"

Zhang Da picked up the microphone:

"Coffee on the left bank of the Seine, let me taste your beauty..."

Cheng Mingming immediately laughed:

"Why do I feel that you are reading the lyrics?"

Zhang Da shook his head firmly: "I haven't."

Chapter 157

12 month 28 day.

Yazhou.

Although the sky is cloudy.

In Zhang Da and Cheng Mingming's hearts, the sky is clear.

After getting off the plane.

The two took a taxi to the Ritz-Carlton Hotel.

Cheng Mingming has already booked a room.

Ocean view room.

two rooms.

After packing his luggage, Zhang Da came to Cheng Mingming's room:

"Are you going to the beach this afternoon?"

With his back to Zhang Da, Cheng Mingming half-kneeled on the sofa and looked out the window:

"There's no sun, so I don't want to go."

Zhang Da sat down beside her and asked, "Then what are you doing today?"

"I don't want to do anything today." Cheng Mingming leaned on Zhang Da and straightened his legs.

"It's rare to have a week off, I want to take a day off first."

Zhang Da stroked her hair: "Go to the spa in the afternoon and relax."

"No." Cheng Mingming shook his head in his arms, "The masseuse's hands are so heavy, it hurts so much. It would be great if someone could help me squeeze my shoulders."

Zhang Da understood her "instructions": "Okay, sit up straight."

Cheng Mingming happily sat sideways on the sofa: "Okay!"

Zhang Da contemplated for a while, then sank into his dantian, and resorted to a trick of splitting muscles and bones.

"Oh shit!"

Cheng Mingming swears in pain, and scratches out a set of Nine Yin White Bone Claws.

After half an hour.

Cheng Mingming fell asleep on Zhang Da's lap, holding his right arm.

Zhang Da, who turned into a human-shaped pillow, carefully raised the phone with his left hand.

After turning off the flash and the sound of the phone, he quietly took a picture of Cheng Mingming's sleeping face.

...

It was sunny on March 12.

afternoon on the beach.