Nouveau riche love story

This year, the temperature in Q City is extremely cold. Just when I thought it was early winter, heavy snow fell.

Shang Xiaochen has been a little lazy lately, and he can't get interested in anything. He is no longer the brat who knows nothing about work, and he handles it with ease.Except for some important meetings, he is like a snake about to hibernate when he is beside him, he has no energy to find a place to nest.

When he just came back, he bought a studio house on the ground near the school, signed the contract, and handed over the house. He didn't even take a look at it. The basic decoration of the walls was all done by Zhang Song. Used renovation company.

Even the design of the house was found by a designer who spent some money. He chose a satisfactory one from the many design drafts, and let others take full control of it.

After spending so much time, the formaldehyde in the new house was finally dispersed, and Shang Xiaochen moved in once the furniture was arranged.

Anyway, Shang Jiujiu got along happily with Chen Jing'an, so he didn't need to worry about it at all. He took out all the holidays he had saved for three or four years, as if he wanted to take a complete rest at once.

Zhang Song always felt that the current Shang Xiaochen was a bit unpredictable. He returned from his studies, he was like a fish in water in the mall, and now he also knows how to make calculations in business, but his life seems to be deteriorating continuously visible to the naked eye.

Zhang Song always wonders if the person who is unwilling to turn on the stove now is the same person as the Shang Xiaochen who he has seen abroad, who can learn from children and is unwilling to waste a little time to make progress .

According to the rules of my hometown, when buying a new house, relatives and friends should always come to warm the room. Zhang Song came here twice, and this place is not too far from his company.

Every time he saw Shang Xiaochen, he seemed to have been drained of his soul, if he could not eat and drink, he would suspect that Shang Xiaochen was a potted plant in this house.

This is really strange. In the business field, a person who can always face all kinds of good and bad situations with eight teeth in his hands, seems to have never-ending enthusiasm, but when he gets home, he is like a robot that has run out of electricity, and makes a sound. Find a place to nest without saying a word, the biggest movement is turning over, the farthest distance of movement is from the position where he is lying down to the bathroom.

The three meals a day are takeaway, no, it should be two meals a day, or maybe one meal, Shang Xiaochen can't use three meals a day at all now.

If it weren't for seeing that he was full of energy and healthy, Zhang Song would have wondered if he was secretly taking drugs.

He kicked two catties of oranges over, and Shang Xiaochen opened the door to let him in, then went back to spread his corpse on a giant beanbag sofa.

Zhang Song cut up the orange and brought it to Young Master Shang, the old man reluctantly raised his hand, took an orange from the plate and licked it to his mouth.

"How long has it been since you visited your daughter?"

"Five days? Or six days?" Shang Xiaochen answered casually, threw the orange peel into the nearby trash can, and continued to eat a new piece.

Zhang Song untied his tie, put it aside, and glanced at him: "You are really willing."

Shang Xiaochen was so lazy that he didn't even want to open his eyelids: "I don't want to give up what matters. Shang Jiujiu is willing to let me play snowball fights with Chen Jing'an today, do handicrafts tomorrow, and go to the amusement park the day after tomorrow. I had a great time. How happy."

"Children, you are always greedy for a few days of freshness, why do you still care about her?"

"I don't care about it, it's just that the busy life has slowed down a little bit, and I really feel tired." He shrank back on the sofa, as if he was really tired.

Zhang Song asked: "Do you want to sleep for a while?"

"No, just take a break."

Of course Zhang Song didn't believe his words, he closed his eyes, could it be that he didn't sleep?

He walked into the kitchen lightly, closed the door, washed the vegetables and cooked.He remembered that a few years ago, when he and Shang Xiaochen were still squeezed together in that small house, this person's sleep quality was very poor, and he couldn't sleep well even if there was any movement, so he kept his voice very low.

But how did he know that in the past few years, Shang Xiaochen thought that a child and a pile of heavy study materials would not be able to have this problem again, otherwise he would not be able to survive the past few years.

Zhang Song's cooking skills are not very good, he can barely eat, and sometimes when the delivery is abnormal, he can cook a few good dishes.

When he brought out a dish of fried meat with green peppers and a dish of fried glutinous rice, Shang Xiaochen was already fast asleep, curled up in a thin blanket, like a very insecure baby.

Obviously, this person looks pretty good on the outside, how did he actually become like this?

He frowned, picked up the thin blanket on the side and covered Shang Xiaochen, brought a plate of food into the guest room that Shang Xiaochen had prepared for him, ate, and then busy with the work at hand.

A couple of kilometers away, a father and daughter are snuggling up on a small soft cushion, counting the bright little stars.

Shang Jiujiu is not sensitive to numbers, but he likes poetry and stories very much. When he counts, his eyelids will fight. The effect is the same as that of her father after drinking hot milk, and he can't help it.

When Chen Jing'an went to get a glass of water, when he came back, he saw the little girl sleeping soundly with her little butt up.

He put down the water in his hand, hugged Jiujiu and put it on the princess bed he bought for her, and the room fell silent for a moment.

Originally, the space of [-] or [-] square meters would not make people feel empty, but now that they have opened up with another house, when the house is quiet, it seems a little insecure.

Things were very different from what he expected, since Shang Xiaochen stayed with his daughter that night, he never came here again.

And only when Jiujiu misses him, she can make a phone call with him, and she won't even send a WeChat message when she's beside her.

Maybe, he was wrong, he shouldn't have acted so handy in taking care of the children, maybe he should be a little more stupid, and if he can't do anything well, Chenchen should stay here with him... to take care of the children.

He looked at the wechat avatar on the screen of his mobile phone. He was a full-fledged social elite. Although his face looked a little immature, but with such a familiar and correct smile, he was confident at first glance.I won't be like the silly boy who worried that he couldn't do anything well.

Chen Jing'an looked into the cupboard in the corner. He once helped Shang Xiaochen teach financial knowledge for a while, but now, he can't help him...

The vibrating sound of the mobile phone made Chen Jing'an wrinkle, but he pressed the mute on purpose, seeing that the sleeping little girl was not affected, he answered the call in a low voice.

"Hello, Mr. Chen, your father suffered a myocardial infarction today and has been sent to the hospital for emergency treatment."