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Han Yang hummed a little song all the way, and drove happily, taking a glance at Cheng Yuan from the corner of his eye from time to time.

Happiness came too suddenly. Although Cheng Yuan didn't give him any precise answer, at least his actions showed that his hard work for so many days was not in vain.

Han Yang thought, maybe the temptation of the house really played a role, which not only gave Cheng Yuan a sense of security in his heart, but also led a happy life from then on. It seems that sometimes Li Zong is not all that useful No.

He asked his secretary to book a Michelin two-star restaurant in advance. It was expensive and the dishes were exquisite, so it was worth a lot of money at first glance.

The purpose is to strike while the iron is hot, finally Cheng Yuan took the initiative to kiss him, and after a while he will give the gift by himself, and once the house is bought, he will embrace the beauty in the new house tonight.

The restaurant is in the urban area, and they arrived in a short time. Han Yang walked in front, shaking the key ring. After reporting their names at the bar, the manager led them all the way inside.

The hotel has three floors in total, with white walls, brown napkins on black tables and chairs, floor-to-ceiling glass windows, and simple chandeliers. It looks ungrounded from the moment you enter the door.

Walking into the restaurant, you can hear the sound of cicadas singing in the yard outside. Green plants are planted everywhere in the yard, which is quiet amidst the hustle and bustle. Every inch of flowers and plants are shouting 'I'm expensive'

The restaurant didn't have a menu. Not long after the two of them sat down, a waiter served an aperitif first. A pruned plum and mint leaves were put in a tall champagne glass. Han Yang's face turned black after taking a sip of it.

What's the matter with the smell of alcohol soaked in grass in this mouth?

He secretly looked up at Cheng Yuan. The man looked calm, and he didn't seem to be used to it at all. He even asked him:

"what happened?"

Han Yang waved his hand and put down his glass: "I've never drunk this brand of wine, I'm not used to it."

Cheng Yuan picked up the wine glass, shook it, and took another sip: "This wine imitates the royal tribute wine of country x. The old king of country x loves this taste. Although it is far from the real thing, it is still a little The similarities, especially the plums, seem to be sweet and sour just right.”

Han Yang was dumbfounded when he heard it, and tried it unwillingly. His mouth still had the bitter taste of wine soaked in grass. He curled his lips and asked curiously:

"How do you know this?"

Cheng Yuan was slightly startled, put down his wine glass naturally, and grinned at Han Yang, not to mention how simple:

"I'm blind, this place is expensive at first glance, if I don't make up some stories for you, don't you feel even more at a loss?"

Han Yang gritted his teeth: "Then I have to thank you?"

"You're welcome, you should." Cheng Yuan smiled calmly.

Then they served the soup and the main course. Without exception, Han Yang always tasted like grass, and his complexion became worse and worse.

Cheng Yuan didn't see anything that he wasn't used to, he didn't say a word, he didn't say a word, he set the tableware and waited for the next dish.

"I heard that their desserts are the most famous, and the chef recommends them." Han Yang put down his knife and fork, took a sip of the grass-flavored table wine, and pinned all his hopes for the meal on the desserts.

As a result, when the small plate of green cake was served with a pile of green ice cream and a mint leaf hanging on the top, Han Yang's face turned completely green.

He didn't touch the dessert at all, pulled Cheng Yuan, paid the bill and got on the car, went to the pedestrian street to pick out Malatang and bought two catties of crayfish from the seafood shop, and started to eat it.

Chinese people still have to eat this down-to-earth stuff.

After finally eating, Han Yang's mood slowly recovered from the trough. The secretary sent the real estate information just in time.

The few real estates the secretary was looking for were all newly developed in the suburbs.

The environment is good, the quality is high, and the average education level of the neighbors is also first-class.

The only fly in the ointment is that it is a bit far away, and Han Yang drove for nearly two hours to get there.

But he thought, when Cheng Yuan took over the house and established a relationship with him, he would no longer need to go to the construction site to move bricks, and he would just cook dinner at home every day and wait for him to come back, so stay away.

When we arrived at the community, the sales lady had been waiting at the door early, and saw them greet them graciously:

"Hi, Mr. Han, I'm Milan, who is in charge of introducing you. Your secretary has already made an appointment three or ten minutes in advance. This way please."

There are a total of three houses in the community, the first set is 70 square meters with two bedrooms and one living room, the second set is 90 square meters with three bedrooms and one living room, and the third set is 120 square meters with four bedrooms and two living rooms.

The layout is good, the front and back are transparent, and there is plenty of sunlight. Han Yang likes the 90㎡ room the most. It is not too big or small, and there is enough space for activities. The most important thing is that there is a floor-to-ceiling mirror next to the sofa.

How exciting it would be to do some physical activity like having sex!

"Which one do you like?" He elbowed it away.

Cheng Yuan thought about it seriously, and said, "If you live alone, don't be too big and you won't be popular. 70㎡ is just right, and the second bedroom can be used as a cloakroom and a study."

"Who said I lived by myself? I planned to buy it for you."

Cheng Yuan frowned slightly, put down the house profile in his hand: "Why are you buying me a house?"

"I'll take care of you." Han Yang blurted out, and when he came to his senses, Cheng Yuan's face was already dark, and he quickly explained:

"That's not what I mean. I just think the place you live in is too old. I want to change to a better neighborhood so that we can live comfortably."

"Han Yang, what do you think of me?" Cheng Yuan looked at him with a half-smile, picked up the white water in front of him and took a sip slowly:

"I think my current house is very comfortable to live in. Mr. Han, if something makes you feel uncomfortable, you can choose not to."

"No, I didn't mean that—"

Before Han Yang could finish his sentence, Cheng Yuan got up abruptly, turned his head and gave Han Yang a deep and indifferent look, then turned his head and rushed out the door, leaving Han Yang and the sales lady looking at each other, at a loss.

In fact, he is not an ungrateful person, but he just can't accept Han Yang's repeated use of money to measure his feelings, or even measure him as a person.

Han Yang lost face and was not in a hurry to chase him out. He thought that Cheng Yuan must be waiting for him at the door without a car, but when he came out, he could not even see Cheng Yuan's shadow.

The two broke up unhappy for the second time. This time, Han Yang fully understood that Cheng Yuan did not compromise because of his money. He spat secretly and scolded Li Zong in his heart for not doing enough for what he did.

But when he calmed down, he felt that he really didn't dare to think deeply about his feelings.

After all... He has been in Fengyuechang for so many years, and he has never been loved by anyone, and he has never fallen in love with anyone.

Cheng Yuan... no exception.