Nouveau riche love story

When Chen Jing'an came out from inside, Shang Xiaochen almost used up the 100 yuan in coins, and finally caught a plush toy in the state of a blind cat meeting a dead mouse.

Seeing him walking towards here, he danced and danced excitedly, showing off his "record".

Although in terms of price, this is a worthless business, but as the saying goes, "money is hard to buy, I am happy", and happiness is worth it if you can buy it back.

Chen Jing'an stepped forward to pick up the things on the ground and said, "Let's go, the mall is about to close."

Master Shang glanced at the time on the phone, and sighed, showing some regret.

"Now, it's time to clean up the 24-hour convenience store." The man walking in front with his things said, and the man holding the panda behind followed him as if his soul was ignited.

It’s just a visit to a supermarket, just to buy some snacks, it’s not that I haven’t shopped before, it’s not that I can’t afford it, but when I’m used to buying on demand, I go in and leave the supermarket in 2 minutes, and suddenly someone walks in the supermarket with you one day , And when you pay with your hands on your chest, you will feel a wonderful sense of pleasure.

"It's so supportive!" Shang Xiaochen hugged his stomach, held the panda between his arms, and sighed while holding the green tea.

Chen Jing'an wanted to pick up the bottle of tea in his hand, but the two plastic bags full of hands made it impossible for him to do so, so he still raised his left hand and stretched it out in front of him, "Put the tea in the bag."

Young Master Shang firmly shook his head and said, "No, no, I'm still thirsty~"

"Didn't you say you were panicking?"

"Yeah, overstretched and thirsty."

"..."

"Hey, I feel like I'm walking on the street with my belly in my arms, I look like a pregnant woman. This belly must be four months old. Oops, no, no, I have to sit down and rest, I feel like vomiting."

Chen Jing'an smiled at him helplessly, put down the plastic bags in his hand, and sat with him on a bench by the side of the road. It was almost eleven o'clock, and the noisy city became much quieter. There were no people on the road, and occasionally there were one or two cars drive by.

"Doctor Chen" he called him suddenly.

"Ok?"

"I suddenly thought just now, if you become an actor, with this appearance, you might be more popular than my elder brother."

Chen Jing'an frowned, snatched the tea that he was still pouring into his mouth while screaming, and put it into a plastic bag.

"Feiyun likes acting, but for an ordinary person like me, acting is a mind-consuming thing, and it really consumes a lot of energy."

"Well, but no matter what else it is just in terms of appearance, you and my brother, one is like snow in winter, and the other is like a scorching sun, we are both beautiful." He said to him with a smile.

Chen Jing'an took a deep look at him, and changed what he wanted to say, "It's not as good as the breeze in spring and the leaves in autumn."

"Oh? Who is your spring breeze and autumn leaves?" Shang Xiaochen asked with a smile.

Chen Jing'an looked at the moon in the distance, which was not so bright because of the street lights, and said to him, "Many people were like that in the past, but now I dare not easily say who is."

"You are a storyteller."

"I'll tell you these stories in a few days."

"Okay." His eyes were shining brightly, and he asked again suddenly, "When will the next few days be?"

Chen Jing'an returned him a small smile, "Depend on your mood. Let's go, go home."

The night is very quiet and the shadows are long. His story has not yet begun to be told, but it has already made people who want to hear the story very interesting. Perhaps what is interesting is never the plot of the story, but the storyteller himself.

Early the next morning, Chen Jing'an went out to throw out the trash, and just as he stepped out, he bumped into the courier boy first.

"Excuse me, are you a resident of this house?"

The courier brother embraced the big box and the small box, and asked the young man in the white shirt who was holding the key to open the door.

Chen Jing'an ran his brain quickly. It seems that he hasn't bought anything online recently, has he?

"uh yes"

"Mr. Shang?"

"Uh...um"

"Hello, this is your courier."

"The one above?"

"all"

"all?"

"Look at the words on it, Building 401, Xingyuan Community, Unit [-] [-]."

Chen Jing'an unscrewed the door, took a deep breath and took the piles of express boxes from the courier brother.Hugging the biggest one at the bottom, he fell heavily and almost lost his waist.Are there dumbbells in this box?

He carried the express boxes into the living room, arranged them one by one according to their size, and sat on the stall like an old monk in meditation while guessing what was inside.

As soon as the door lock rang, five people and six people dressed as the owner of the courier stood at the door of the house.

White shirts and black suits are indeed a bit of a bad street these days. They are commonly seen on the salesmen who carry out the rental business downstairs in the community.

For a long time, suits, trousers, and small leather shoes were all negated in Shang Xiaochen's world, but now I understand that these clothes depend on who wears them.

Today is Saturday, Shang Xiaochen went to the company early in the morning, and didn't come back until mid-afternoon.

He didn't go to change clothes, he took off his coat casually and sat cross-legged on the blanket, picked up the fruit knife on the table and cut open the express box.

"Go and see some industries."

Shang Xiaochen took out the contents of the courier box, shaking Chen Jingan's eyes sorely.

"Economic Management", "Hotel Management", "Undercover Economics", "Introduction to Big Data Analysis", "Precise Psychology", "Sun Tzu's Art of War and 36 Strategies", "Enterprise Management Strategies", "Financial Management Series" ...

"Hey, what are you going to do?"

Shang Xiaochen was wearing a very decent elite outfit, lying on the top of his knowledge mountain, rubbing against the book and said weakly: "I have always felt that the things in the books are useless in school, but these few days Today I really found out that some of them are still useful, and there is no harm in looking through these professional books."

Chen Jing'an agreed with this statement: "It's not bad, but if you pour it into your stomach like this, I'm afraid the knowledge you can absorb is limited."

He lay down on the book without love, pouted and said, "Then what should I do! My dad is busy with Aunt Ruoshui every day after work, so how can he have time to take care of me?"

Chen Jing'an squatted beside him and laughed enthusiastically, even a fine line appeared in the corner of his eyes. He rubbed someone's hair twice, and pinched his chin.

"All the books have been delivered to my house, little clever ghost, tell me what's your idea?"

Young Master Shang couldn't maintain the innocent expression on his face, he slowly moved his face away from the book, moved to Chen Jingan's side and kissed him, and cupped his face with both hands.

"Who made our doctor Chen excellent? I remember that you graduated with a master's degree in financial management."