Athletics: I, the King of Sprinting

"Hahaha."

Yang Zhuo couldn't hold back, and laughed directly: "It's okay to hit glass with a slingshot, Lingling, were you very naughty when you were young?"

"No! I'm a lady!"

Zhang Lingling was stubborn.

"Lady, I don't believe it. I still remember when you were the class monitor in the first year of high school. You wore a ball head and put your hands on your hips and scolded others with your chin raised."

Thinking of her at that time, Yang Zhuo had a smile on his face.

Really good memories.

Zhang Lingling's cheeks were slightly red, and she said firmly: "No way, you must have remembered it wrong!"

"Haha, anyway, it was pretty good back then, lively and cute."

Speaking of this, Yang Zhuo glanced at her: "At that time, there were still many people who wrote love letters to you. Now that you are more beautiful, there must be more people chasing you?"

"No way, our school has a lot of beauties, so no one likes me, a little local girl."

After speaking, Zhang Lingling added: "Only Qianqian has a boyfriend in our dormitory."

Hearing this, Yang Zhuo was inexplicably relieved.

"We are from the same place. If you are a little native girl, then I will be a little native girl."

"Tch, that's not true!"

Zhang Lingling rolled her eyes: "You are the world champion! A superstar in Chinese sports!"

"Praise, continue to praise! I just like others to praise me!"

"puff"

Zhang Lingling laughed out loud: "Yang Zhuo, I want to expose you. The apparent humility is fake, but you are actually very narcissistic."

"hey-hey."

Yang Zhuo was in a very good mood and felt relaxed all over.

Although the two of them haven't seen each other for two years, there is no sense of distance now.

very comfortable.

Siheyuan.

Yang Zhuo parked the car in the open space outside the courtyard wall, and did not drive into the garage.

This is equivalent to 673 private parking spaces, separated from the road by an electric retractable door.

Very convenient.

After getting off the car, Zhang Lingling looked outside curiously: "Is this the house you bought?"

"Well, the small courtyard house, I bought it last year, and it was renovated a few months ago, but I haven't lived in it yet, and I'm planning to move in! After the decoration is completed, you will be the first one to come in besides Sister Hua."

Yang Zhuo opened the door with the key, and at the same time added: "Sister Hua is my manager."

Behind her, Zhang Lingling smiled happily, and said happily, "Oh."

She pays close attention to Yang Zhuo's news, so she knows who Sister Hua is.

After opening the door, the two went in together.

Zhang Lingling looked around curiously: "Wow! The yard is so beautiful, is this the Moon Gate?"

"Ah."

Enter the front yard through the moon gate, the decoration style is classical and simple, very beautiful.

"What about here? What is this door?"

"The Hanging Flower Gate. In ancient times, it was said that girls would not go through two gates, and the second gate refers to this Hanging Flower Gate."

"Ooo, that's it."

Zhang Lingling nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

After entering the inner courtyard, she felt as if she had entered a garden villa.

very beautiful.

In fact, it is a garden villa.

"Yang Zhuo, this house should be very expensive."

"well enough."

Yang Zhuo didn't say the specific price: "Come on, I'll take you inside to have a look."

"Ah."

Although there were only the two of them, Zhang Lingling was not worried at all.

On the contrary, it was very easy.

Chapter 208

There is nothing fancy about this yard of Yang Zhuo.

Classical and modern intertwined, the style is natural, warm and simple.

It looks more comfortable than the European and American style villas.

After shopping around.

It was almost noon.

"Lingling, let's go eat."

Hearing this, Zhang Lingling shook her head: "Let's forget it, if you go out to eat, you will definitely be recognized, and then we don't want to be safe."

Yang Zhuo:

He only thought about eating, but forgot about it.

With his current fame, he can't go to small street shops and street stalls.

It is troublesome to be recognized.

Ordinary hotel, not too good, privacy is not guaranteed.

For a high-end hotel, it would be too wasteful for the two of them to go.

At this time, Zhang Lingling walked to the kitchen.

"Why are you going? There's nothing in the kitchen!"

With that said, Yang Zhuo followed.

The kitchen is clean.

Electric appliances, pots and pans, etc. are all complete.

Water and electricity are also fully connected.

But no ingredients.

Zhang Lingling glanced left and then again, then suddenly turned around: "Yang Zhuo, shall we cook?"

On the delicate oval face, a pair of bright peach blossom eyes.

Yang Zhuo nodded subconsciously, and then shook his head again: "Using air to cook? Even smart women can't do it, you can do it?!"

"what?"

Zhang Lingling looked confused: "Who is the clever woman?"

"Ha ha!"

Yang Zhuo laughed out loud: "It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice! You ask me who is a clever woman! Hahaha!"

Zhang Lingling blushed immediately: "What's so funny, I just didn't realize it for a while."

"All right, all right, don't laugh!"

Yang Zhuo forcibly held back.

But the smile between her brows and eyes made Zhang Lingling couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"There is no food to buy. Let's go to the nearby vegetable market or fresh food supermarket and buy some food to cook. How about it? I can cook!"

Yang Zhuo did not doubt her cooking skills.

It is normal for rural children to be able to cook at an early age.

"What I said was that I invited you to dinner and asked you to cook, didn't you break your promise?"

"No mother-in-law! Let's go shopping for vegetables!"

Now that it's all said and done, Yang Zhuo is no longer hypocritical.

So the two went out to buy groceries together.

There is a fresh food supermarket 10 minutes walk from home.

So instead of driving, I walked there.

Yang Zhuo was wearing a baseball cap and toad mirrors, covering half of his face. He was wearing a long-sleeved sweater and a pair of Anta running shoes.

simple.

And Zhang Lingling is a long-sleeved dress, knee-length, with a small white bag on her body.

The two are a bit like brother and sister.

Because Yang Zhuo is more mature.

"Lingling, are there any classmates from the first year of high school in Beijing?"

"No, just myself. Most of the others go to school in Nanhe Province."

Yang Zhuo put his hands in his pockets, very leisurely: "It's a pity! But, if it's really in the capital, it's not easy to meet."

Zhang Lingling tilted her head and looked at him: "Why?"