fast wear fair trade

It was another weekend, and Zheng Xiao made a lot of money from investing in the stock market. The first thing he did was send some money to his family.

It was rare for Feng Yan not to sit in the study to handle official business, but to sit on the sofa in the living room and read a book.

He looked up at the person standing on the balcony who was on the phone.

"Well, I know, mom, don't worry, I never did anything illegal." Zheng Xiao said while watering the flowers on the balcony with a watering can.

The other side of the phone said anxiously: "Then, where did you get so much money? Son, one hundred thousand, even if you work for a year without eating or drinking, you can't make up this amount!"

Zheng Xiao asked, did he give too much at one time and scared the hell out of him.

He had no choice but to promise: "Mom, don't worry, your son made the money by investing in stocks. It is legally allowed, and nothing bad will happen, Mom," he said, "Trust your son once."

Over there, Mother Zheng had no choice but to say: "Okay, son, Mother Qian will save it for you, so don't patronize your parents, take good care of yourself."

"Don't worry, Mom." Zheng Xiao looked soft and hung up the phone.

Put the mobile phone into the pocket in front of the apron, and started watering the flowers again.

The so-called "flowers" on the balcony are three pots of prickly pears, and a small yellow flower hangs on the branch of the middle pot of prickly pears.

Concerned about Feng Yan's poor health and the fact that neither of them had much talent for growing flowers, Zheng Xiao, who was shopping in a supermarket and wanted to add a touch of green indoors on a whim, finally chose three pots of prickly pears.

After raising it for less than a month, the one in the middle bloomed a small yellow flower vigorously.

Zheng Xiao likes it very much.

Feng Yan put down the book and said helplessly, "Zheng Xiao, if you keep pouring it on, the prickly pear will die."

Huh?Zheng Xiao stopped, looked at the already moist soil, scratched his head in embarrassment, put down the watering can,

He walked towards Feng Yan and said, "Fortunately, you are watching, and you know that I'm not very good at growing flowers."

Feng Yan raised his arm, and after Zheng Xiao sat down, he put it on Zheng Xiao's shoulder naturally, and scratched his cheek with his slender index finger.

Said: "Have you sent money to your parents?"

Zheng Xiao took an orange and peeled it, sighed and said: "Yes, the few stocks I bought have risen a lot, and the money I earned will go to my parents. They were always dragged down by me before, and they didn't enjoy any benefits." .”

After peeling the orange, he tore off half of it and stuffed it into Feng Yan's mouth. Feng Yan's mouth was bulging and he chewed.

After eating it, he said to Zheng Xiao, "Sweet."

Zheng Xiao felt relieved to eat oranges, he was afraid of sourness.

Feng Yan said: "I'll go up."

Zheng Xiao hummed, took an orange and peeled it again.

After he peeled it off, Feng Yan just came back.

A card was handed to him, and Zheng Xiao looked up at him.

"The password is six zeros," he said.

Zheng Xiao's eyes fell on the bed, and he squinted his eyes. He leaned back on the sofa and asked lazily, "Why, is this alimony?"

Feng Yan paused, nodded and said, "If you want to understand it this way, it's fine."

Zheng Xiao's eyes widened in admiration, he chuckled, stretched out his two fingers to clamp the card, without looking at it, raised his hand, and the card flew out.

Feng Yan watched all this calmly, his face paralyzed without any fluctuation.

Zheng Xiao's face was also cold, with half-lidded eyelids, as if someone owed him 800 million.

The wind blew the white curtains, the small yellow flowers on the prickly pear swayed, and Zheng Xiao's bangs also brushed aside.

One of them was sitting and the other was standing, neither of them spoke quietly, the air seemed to freeze.

After a while, Zheng Xiao moved first. He opened his fingers, and there was that yellow orange inside. He tore off a piece and put it in his mouth, chewing it bit by bit.

Feng Yan knew that Zheng Xiao was angry, and he would be like this when he was in a bad mood, ignoring others, immersed in his own world, as if nothing had happened.

Feng Yan was a little at a loss, he pursed the corners of his tightly closed lips, and sat beside Zheng Xiao.

Zheng Xiao had been chewing on that slice of orange for quite a while, Feng Yan thought for a while, and took a slice of orange from his palm.

It's so sour, Feng Yan thought blankly, no wonder he ate so slowly.

Feng Yan stretched out his hand, took away the remaining oranges, and stuffed them all into his mouth in one go.

Zheng Xiao's eyes turned to him.Seeing him squinting his eyes sourly, the ice on his face melted a little.

"I..." Feng Yan said, "Did I make you angry?"

Zheng Xiao snorted coldly, and said for a while, "I'm just your little lover, how dare I be angry with you."

Feng Yan lowered his head, "I'm sorry."

Zheng Xiao smashed his mouth and said angrily, "It's a quick apology."

Not wanting to stab him again, Zheng Xiao asked: "What on earth are you thinking? Am I just someone you keep? Is what you said about loving me a lie?"

Feng Yan frowned, looked up at him, and said, "Everything I said is true."

"Then why do you want to give me alimony?!" Zheng Xiao sat up, clenched his fists and gasped.

"Because," Feng Yan looked into his eyes and said, "Because I want to take care of you and let you spend my money openly."

"Huh?" Zheng Xiao was stunned as if his whole body was suddenly wrapped in cotton candy.

After a while, he finally figured out what Feng Yan was thinking.

Then, quite speechless.

Covering his face, Zheng Xiao lowered his head to flatten his feverish cheeks, what is this all about?How did he become the general manager with such a low EQ?

Feng Yan clenched his fingers, and said with a stern face: "If you don't want to spend my money, I won't give it to you. You, don't be angry with me."

Zheng Xiao's body trembled, Feng Yan's eyes widened for a moment, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he said, "It's my fault, you, don't cry!"

"Puff ha ha ha ha ha..." The sudden burst of laughter startled Feng Yan. He was worried, but when he saw Zheng Xiao covering his stomach, he laughed into a curly shrimp on the sofa.

He finally knew that Zheng Xiao seemed to be quite happy without being angry anymore.

Then, he became a little awkward, twisted his neck with a cold face, and stopped looking at him.

Zheng Xiao finally had enough of laughing, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, sat up, and then flew onto Feng Yan.

"Xiaoyanyan~~~" His voice sounded like sugar, and he rubbed a fluffy curly hair against his neck.

Feng Yan couldn't stand his acting like a baby, and couldn't control it for a while, and wanted to embrace him, thinking of himself being teased just now, he managed to control his ready-to-move hands again.

Zheng Xiao was still rubbing and rubbing, like a big dog, kept saying "Xiao Yanyan, you are so cute, I love you so much."

Feng Yan's face was a little red, his iceberg face melted, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

Zheng Xiao kissed the corner of his mouth, and then let him go.

Then, Feng Yan turned his body back regrettably, rubbed against Zheng Xiao, and looked at him.

Zheng Xiao suddenly stood on the sofa, most of his body fell off the sofa, Feng Yan quickly grabbed his leg, Zheng Xiao stretched out his arm, and retrieved the card lying on the carpet.

Zheng Xiao put the card in Feng Yan's palm, smiled at him and said: "Feng Yan, I can earn money, don't worry about me, if you really want me to spend your money in a fair manner, just wait until we get married Let's talk later."

Feng Yan was taken aback for a moment, as if he understood something, he looked at the card in his hand, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to underestimate you."

Zheng Xiao said helplessly: "Well, I just found out."

Feng Yan's mood was a little depressed, and his tall body was a little bent.

Zheng Xiao ordered some fruit plate and said, "I want oranges, sweet ones."

Feng Yan hummed, picked up an orange, peeled off the orange peel, tasted a piece, confirmed that it was sweet, then tore off a piece of orange, and put it in Zheng Xiao's open mouth.

The sweet taste melted in his mouth, Zheng Xiao smiled and rolled his eyes, he leaned into Feng Yan's arms,

"It's so sweet."