The president always wants to steal my sweet potato

Xia Silan was silent for a moment, feeling that the ups and downs in life were inevitable. Instead of exhausting himself mentally, he might as well just play a game happily.

After one round, Xia Silan lost.

Xia Silan comforted himself: "It must be the game's problem, not my problem, huh."

Don't believe it, keep going.

After another round, Xia Silan became more and more courageous: "It can't be that I'm just unlucky, right? It's impossible? Hey, I don't believe it!"

……

An hour later, Xia Silan threw his phone aside and fell on the bed, looking extremely depressed.

Xia Silan fell into a state of doubt about his life.

Wild ideas flashed through my mind, and it seemed as if something flashed by my mind, but when I tried to grasp it, it disappeared, leaving me feeling anxious and restless.

It must be his bad luck that caused him to have so many bad luck tonight.

Just take a good sleep and wake up tomorrow morning, eh!

Xia Silan decisively washed up and went to bed. The whole process took no more than ten minutes.

……

Xia Silan woke up in the Chinese pavilion in the backyard of his house. The Pu'er tea on the table had already cooled down.

Xia Silan got up, walked through the backyard and returned to the house. There was a pool in front of the door, made of black gold sand, which made the surrounding buildings look more atmospheric.

Xia Silan continued walking, passed through the tea room, and saw Mu Yaqi sitting on the sofa watching cartoons on her mobile phone from afar.

Mu Yaqi was wearing a white lace princess dress with golden patterns on the hem, which was elegant and refined. The folds of the skirt were like snow and moon, and the light flowed lightly to the ground, giving the illusion of a painting of a beauty.

Xia Silan walked forward, his elegant nature aroused, and he wanted to make the beauty smile.

When I got closer, I realized that Mu Yaqi was not watching cartoons, but the stock market.

Xia Silan's heart was filled with alarm, and he couldn't help but ask tentatively, "What are you doing, sister?"

Mu Yaqi didn't even bother to look at him, and said calmly: "Short the stock market."

In an instant, my burning heart felt like it was falling into an ice cellar.

They say beautiful women are fickle, and it’s true!

Xia Silan woke up.

Most of the sunlight was blocked by the curtains, but the sky was already clear.

The white irregular long strips of aluminum gusset ceiling came into view. Oh, it turned out that he was still in bed.

Xia Silan was silent for a while, then sat up, patted his chest, and said with a look of relief: "Luckily it was just a dream, this was too scary."

Xia Silan suddenly remembered something.

No, this dream seemed to be true. His stocks were indeed shorted yesterday.

Xia Silan's brain froze for a moment, and he suddenly caught the point he missed last night. It suddenly dawned on him that he had offended Miss Mu Yaqi.

After much thought, it seems that the only unknown risk is that of Old Man Mu.

"Oh - so something went wrong here. I have to go and apologize to Miss Mu quickly, or else she might cause trouble again."

Xia Silan dressed up carefully and went out at eleven o'clock. On the way, he went into the cake shop for a walk, then came out happily humming a little tune, and drove to Tingnanyuan happily holding the strawberry cake.

......

Qingpin Courtyard.

Lu Chengfeng was sitting on a lounge chair in the yard, basking in the sun, with a book in his hand.

"When people reach middle age, they should pay attention to health preservation and get more sun exposure to supplement vitamin D." Lu Chengfeng sighed in an "old-fashioned" manner.

The book that Lu Chengfeng was holding had a white cover and the title was in a messy foreign language. In addition, Lu Chengfeng was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, which gave people a "gentlemanly" feeling.

But the corners of his eyes are upturned, so even though he looks lazy, he still has a sharpness.

Maybe this is what is called a "gentlemanly scum".