Nouveau riche love story

Because of the rain, it was already quiet outside before ten o'clock.

Occasionally, one or two walked towards the house under an umbrella, but also in a hurry.

It seems that Shang Xiaochen has not experienced this silent world so well for a long time.In the past few years, he has been busy with his studies and his daughter at the same time, so what leisure is there to look at the rainy scene outside.

I seldom stay alone, and I used to think that such silence is rare, but if I really calm down, I feel a little uncomfortable feeling of loneliness.

He has never been in the habit of reading the weather forecast, nor does he care about when the power will be cut off and the water will be cut off. Whenever he encounters such a situation, if it is too late to buy an umbrella, he will only be drowned.

Shang Xiaochen still remembers the worst time he was drenched last time, when he was ninety-nine or eight months old, children were unavoidably delicate and weak, and their girls could only drink a certain brand of milk powder for a while. The brand of Yizhun spit milk.

The shopping mall near my home doesn’t sell it, so I can only take the bus halfway around the city to buy it. When Shang Xiaochen got off the bus with earphones and two cans of milk powder in his arms, it happened to be pouring rain outside.

It was a spring, and the wind was still very cold, and the big raindrops slammed down, and it hurt when it fell on the face.

It takes 5 minutes to walk from the bus station to the rented place. The heavy rain poured on me like a sprinkler, and the 5-minute journey is enough to drench people inside and out.

The most helpless time may be just 5 minutes...

Regarding the matter of gaining wisdom from a pit, he has never made any progress.

I still forgot to pay attention to these details until now. The rainwater fell into the basin and soon covered a basin bottom.

He hoped in his heart that the rain would be heavier, so that he could save some water for future use.

Lying on the bed with the curtains closed, listening to the sound of the rain outside is more comfortable than any other music.

The touch of the bed in the hotel is very similar to the place where he used to lie. In the small residential building behind the school, a big bed can bury itself in it, and it can open up a small corner in this turbulent world. Let the soul feel comfortable.

It would be even better if a pot of porridge was cooking on the stove in the kitchen at this time, and I would wake up and drink porridge.

Maybe sometimes the old man upstairs likes to use his erhu to play Erquan Yingyue. When I first listened to it, I felt sad. I don’t know if he is heartless. Erquan Yingyue, while reading a funny comic book.

Missing is like a drug, knowing that it is not good for your health, you still can't help but want to jump on it. In the end, you wake up from the dream, and you still live alone.

There were a few knocks on the door outside: "Knock knock, Mr. Wang, your takeaway."

The sleepy man, staring at the half-dream and half-awake person, got up from the bed, remembering something that he couldn't control when he put down the watermelon just now.

After sleeping like nothing, the hunger is gone, and now I don't have much interest in eating.

But the things have already been bought, and the ones for this evening have been delivered, and Shang Xiaochen has to pick them up.

He opened the door of the hotel, and there was a man wearing rain boots standing in the corridor outside. The umbrella placed beside him was dripping water. It was not a takeaway boy, but obviously delivered by a merchant.

The man stood with his back to him, and seemed to be looking down at his phone.

"Thank you, my takeaway."

He stretched out his hand to reveal a head, and the delivery man turned around, his eyes met, and there seemed to be lightning flashes in the air.

"Damn it! You're sick. I'm going to open a room and you break in. I went out and ordered a takeaway and ordered a chicken, and you cut me off! Chen Jing'an patted my chest and said that I didn't offend you! What are you going to do? !"

The person carrying the takeaway stood at the door in a daze, almost feeling sick.

His fingers were slightly red, and he was holding the box of chicken, neither giving it to Shang Xiaochen nor not giving it to him, standing at the door of the room and saying: "I... I don't know if you ordered it, but the note says 'Wang Dashi' ,I really do not know……"

Shang Xiaochen hugged his shoulders and leaned on the door railing to look at him: "Do you think you believe what you say?"

Chen Jingan shook his head, also feeling surprised, simply took out his phone, and showed Shang Xiaochen his business license.

"Look, I'm really the owner of this store."

Shang Xiaochen glanced at it, and saw the words Chen Jing'an printed on the legal person above, and couldn't help frowning.

Now it's embarrassing for both parties, who knows that they can meet each other even if they order a takeaway in S City.

Shang Xiaochen wore a white bathrobe and casually dragged on a pair of slippers, revealing a beautiful calf from the gap of the bathrobe.

No matter how good-looking a man's legs are, it is inevitable to have protruding muscles and long hairs. Shan Shangxiaochen is different. These two legs don't look very good in jeans. Once they are taken off, they are thin, long, white and Tender, more beautiful than many girls' legs!

"Cough, thank you, I will give you five-star praise."

He took the fried chicken from his hand, and closed the door before Chen Jing'an could react.

There were two people standing between the door. The room and the corridor were extremely quiet, and it took about a few minutes before there was any movement.

The phone in Shang Xiaochen's room, who was eating chicken quietly, rang. It was a phone directly connected to the front desk. Normally, he wouldn't use it if there were no special matters. What could happen after ten o'clock in the evening?

Shang Xiaochen connected the phone and simply said "Hello", and a charming female voice came from the other end of the phone: "Brother, do you need any special services?"

He hung up the phone with a "snap", wondering why there was such a thing in this decent hotel in the middle of the night.

Thinking about it carefully, I feel a little annoyed, maybe the takeaway should be delayed, and a girl should be called up first, and I should also meet Chen Jing'an.

But it doesn't matter, he threw the cleaned chicken leg together with the disposable gloves into the trash can, and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

There was a burst of thunder outside, Shang Xiaochen yawned, it was time for a solid sleep.

He slept soundly under the quilt in this room, and poor Mr. Zhang was still hugging the computer under the quilt to help him collect useful information. The young master of the Shang family refused to use them, because he flattered Zhang Song and troubled him to look for them every day.

Zhang Song angrily took a strip of strawberry jelly in his mouth. If it wasn't for the face of his eldest niece, the devil would be willing to help him with this unpaid job!

Quickly typing letters on the computer with his fingers, he finally received an email from teaching assistant Xiao Li.

Click on the file to see that it is densely packed with data.

Come on, these are enough to cross.