Little hooligan VS big tail wolf

There was no other way, so Yu Ziyu had no choice but to put away the sofa temporarily.But tidy arrangement is really impossible.Because the sofa is too big, the living room is too small.In addition to the original old set, Yu Ziyu's living room has only barely left to walk.

The porter left, and Yu Ziyu looked at the sofas in the room and had a terrible headache: Damn, there is no sofa seat when I want it, but this time it is good, there is nowhere to put the piano and speakers!

The next day, Ji Feng was drinking tea and talking with someone in the teahouse.The phone rang suddenly, and he picked it up. It was An Xue.An Xue said that someone went to the company and insisted on seeing him.

Ji Feng frowned, "Who is it?"

"The last time I came to do the MV, you didn't let me do it, and then a kid with a big temper left first. It's him, whose surname seems to be Yu."

"Oh──" Ji Feng frowned again, "I see, you tell him to wait in my office, I'll be back in a while."

Yu Ziyu was invited into Ji Feng's office, An Xue poured him a cup of tea and left, leaving him alone in the room.

Taking off the backpack and putting it aside, Yu Ziyu sat on the sofa and began to look around.The basic facilities such as bookcases and desks are nothing special. What caught his attention was an oil painting on the wall and a door.

He didn't quite understand what was painted on the painting. There seemed to be a pair of eyes in the thick and chaotic fog, which made people feel hairy.However, what Yu Ziyu is interested in is not the content of the painting, but the signature of the signing place—Monsoon.

Although music and art are both art categories, Yu Ziyu thinks he knows nothing about painting.With his hands on his hips, he stood up and walked to the oil painting to look at the signature, which said 23.Yu Ziyu counted with his fingers, and it was Ji Feng who drew it when he was [-] years old.

snort!Yu Ziyu snorted disdainfully: My heart was gloomy at a young age, no wonder it is so perverted now.

After thinking about the painting, he went to study the door again.

Where does this door lead to?Yu Ziyu had the urge to open it and take a look.But after thinking about it, he felt that it was too rude, so he sat back on the sofa without doing anything.But based on his experience from TV, it's likely to be a bedroom, maybe with a bathroom or something.

Yu Ziyu imagined viciously what Ji Feng and his beautiful female secretary would do there, and then began to hate Fu: Damn it!Get an office bigger than my whole house, and he's still gone all day long!

More than an hour later, Ji Feng came out of the teahouse and answered a call from Yuan Qing. He said that he had some matters to deal with, and asked Ji Feng to introduce someone to him, and asked him to have dinner with him in detail.Ji Feng said yes, part of the samples of the work with Ni Tianliang happened to come out, and he also wanted Yuan Qing to take a look, so they agreed to meet at Ji Feng's company.

Yu Ziyu waited and waited until he was sleepy, and slowly slid down to sleep on the sofa.

He was woken up by the ringing of the phone.When he opened his eyes, he saw a tall and tall figure in front of the floor-to-ceiling window talking on the phone.

"Um... well, okay. Let's do it like this."

Ji Feng hung up the phone and turned around, wearing a silver-gray suit, white shirt, patterned tie, and black leather shoes.It's a decent set of formal attire, with a stick inserted, it can be placed directly in the mall as a model, and it can be seen that the air conditioner is blowing all day, so it is not afraid of the heat.

Yu Ziyu sat up, and there were still two red marks on his face from the creases of the leather sofa.

"Enough sleep?" Ji Feng took off his suit jacket and threw it on the desk, then loosened his tie and unbuttoned his two shirts.

Yu Ziyu rubbed his eyes, "I'm sorry, I fell asleep for some reason."

Someone knocked on the door, Ji Feng leaned on the desk and crossed his long legs, "Come in."

The door opened a crack, An Xue poked her head in, "Boss Yuan is here."

Ji Feng nodded, "Well, I asked him to come."

An Xue pushed the door open completely, and Yuan Qing walked into the room with a smile, "I heard that you just came back, we two are in front of each other."

He was also in a formal suit, but it was a darker color, and his coat had been taken off and hung over his arms.Out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone on the sofa, and he turned around and saw Yu Ziyu.

"Hey, isn't this Ziyu? Long time no see, your hair has turned green? Haha, why are you here?" Yuan Qing was as enthusiastic and cheerful as ever.

"Brother Yuan." Yu Ziyu stood up from the sofa to say hello, and then pointed to Ji Feng with his chin, "I have something to do with him."

Ji Feng raised his arms that were originally spread apart on the desk and crossed them over his chest, "What's the matter? An Xue told me that you won't leave until you see me."

Yu Ziyu picked up his backpack and walked up to Ji Feng, "Return this to you first."

As he spoke, he took out a bunch of crumpled things from his bag.

"What?" Ji Feng frowned again.

I don't know if it's because of being in the company, or because he thinks that he gave Yu Ziyu a sofa to pay off Yu Ziyu's favor for taking him in after he was drunk. The unreasonable and arrogant Ji Zong.

Yu Ziyu felt very uncomfortable, and put the lump on the table with a tense face, "Your shirt. You left it at my house."

As soon as these words came out, Yuan Qing's eyes widened.

Ji Feng didn't notice the change in his expression, but looked at the shirt which was no better than a rag in his eyes, "Did you wash it?"

"washed."

"Washing machine?"

"Nonsense, you still expect me to wash your hands?"

"Not yet ironed?"

"I've never used an iron in my life."

Ji Feng turned his face away, "Then you don't need to give it to me, just throw it away."

"what?!"

"I said you don't have to send it all the way here, just throw it away."

"You..." Yu Ziyu wanted to curse, "This is the first time I've washed someone else's clothes, you don't have to be so direct, right?! Can you throw it away yourself after I leave?"

Ji Feng thought about it, it seemed a little too much, just about to say something else, Yuan Qing said, "How about... I go out and wait for a while?"

It's over, I misunderstood again, Ji Feng thought to himself.Only then did I see Yuan Qing's strange expression.

"No need." Quickly persuaded Yuan Qing, Ji Feng looked at Yu Ziyu, "Are you here to give me a shirt?"

"No." Yu Ziyu glanced at Yuan Qing, vaguely remembering that Ji Feng said that he would be interested in G movies.

"Then what's the matter?" Ji Feng had a bad premonition.

Yu Ziyu turned his gaze back, "Why did you give me the sofa? Quickly find someone to take it away, I don't need it."

"Didn't I dirty your old one?"

"I've already washed the sofa cover and put it on, so you don't need to buy a new one."

"But isn't the inside of the sofa also dirty? I've seen it all, leaving a big circle of stains. That can't be washed."

"You put it on and you can't see it. It doesn't belong to your family. Why do you care so much?"

"You..." Ji Feng really had no choice but to take this kind of cheap offer, "Anyway, I bought the sofa, and I can't return it. Do you want it or not?"

"What is love or not? Besides, why can't I return it? Don't think I don't know that I haven't bought furniture. Ordinary furniture can be returned within a month. Why can't you return it so special? My house is full of furniture now. It's a sofa, you should take it away quickly."

"This is a discounted sofa I came across by accident two days ago when I was shopping for furniture by myself. I don't think it's very big. I bought it when you could put it down there. where?"

"Then I don't care, I don't want it anyway."

"Whether it's your business or not, it's up to you whether to throw it away or sell the waste."

"Are you being unreasonable?!"

"Am I unreasonable or are you unreasonable?!"

"You... OK! You're ruthless." Yu Ziyu grabbed his backpack, "I just don't want it! I'll go back and find someone to move the sofa to the garbage dump!"

After speaking, Yu Ziyu walked out the door.

"It's already yours! How to dispose of it is your business, don't tell me!" Ji Feng shouted behind him.

The door was shut with a bang, and the room fell silent for a moment.

After a while, Yuan Qing smiled and took two steps towards Ji Feng, who was still dark-faced, and approached him, "Oh? I said, what the hell did you do on the sofa? You left stains, and your clothes Fall?"

Ji Feng held his forehead, "Don't be so crooked, okay? It's not what you think."

Yu Ziyu returned home angrily, determined to find someone to bring the sofa to Ji Feng and move it to their company.But I checked the numbers of the two transporters on the Internet, and I called them to ask, and the cost from his home to Jifeng Company was at least [-].

After touching the remaining 400 yuan in his pocket, Yu Ziyu calmed down, and decided to sell the sofa to the second-hand market, and then give the money to Ji Feng.But then I thought about it: no, I have to find someone to carry it to the market.

In the last cruelty, he called the waste collector.

While waiting for the person to come, he was thinking in his heart: How can such a new sofa be sold for thousands of dollars, and then he must throw the money on Ji Feng's face to relieve his hatred.

The scrap collector came, a middle-aged uncle with a wretched face.

Yu Ziyu showed him the sofa, his eyes lit up, then gritted his teeth and stared in pain, "One hundred!"

"What?!" Yu Ziyu thought he heard it wrong.

"one hundred."

"Uncle, please take a good look, this is new! I still have the date on the receipt!"

The wretched uncle curled his lips, "Then why don't you sell it yourself? It costs two or three hundred to find someone to move it, right? I moved it for you for free, and I'll give you back the money, which is a lot more than a hundred!"

"But... this is a famous brand. The sofa of this brand is at least 1 yuan. Even if it is half discounted, it will cost [-] to [-]. How can you pay [-]?!"

The wretched uncle rolled his eyes, "I don't care how much you paid for it, I'll treat it as scrap when I come here, the iron frame plus the cloth cushion, that's the price."

Yu Ziyu was furious, no matter how much he hated Ji Feng, he would not be so stupid as to sell a sofa worth tens of thousands of yuan for only 100 yuan.Think about it: probably because of the predestined relationship with the sofa, it is destined to belong to me fucking!

"What about this one?" Yu Ziyu pointed to the old sofa again.

The wretched uncle touched the stubble on his chin, "Twenty."

"How many?!"

"twenty."

Yu Ziyu sighed, having heard the one hundred just now, it seems normal for him to say twenty now.The headache was terrible, he didn't want to deal with Ji Feng any more, he just wanted to clean up the room quickly.

"Twenty is twenty, you can get it away quickly."

The wretched uncle is short in stature, but has great strength.In a blink of an eye, he moved the huge old sofa to the corridor by himself even though it only had two seats.

When he came back to get money for Yu Ziyu, his little triangular eyes glanced at the new sofa reluctantly, and then he clicked like someone was about to cut his flesh, "Here is one hundred and fifty! Give me that sofa." I!"

Bang!Yu Ziyu couldn't bear it anymore and closed the door.

A week later, Monsoon received a small package.On the sender column are three very ugly words - Yu Ziyu.

Ji Feng looked at the package for a while, then picked it up and shook it next to his ear: It can't be a bomb, can it?

The author has something to say: Well, this wretched uncle who collects waste has his own life, and what he said is basically the original words.I bought a new sofa not long ago, and I sold the old one for scrap, so to speak, the wretched uncle only gave me twenty, what a good sofa!Damn, my heart was bleeding at that time.I also asked how much he charged for the new one, and the uncle said one hundred.Tears...

In addition, the age of the little hooligan was not made up on the ground.