Rebirth of Chen An

The house is well-decorated, as long as you pay the money, you can move in immediately. However, Chen An's taste has always been a bit tricky, and he had to ask the home improvement company to redecorate it before moving in.

The first day to see a house, buy a house and decorate a house;

The next day, a batch of fitness equipment was purchased and moved into the gym of his house;

On the third day, the home improvement company in the house was moving pieces of expensive furniture around. Chen An was sitting in his hanging garden drinking coffee. He looked down at a resume placed on the table casually, looked up He glanced at the little girl in front of him.

Standing in front of Chen An was a college student about 20 years old with a round face and a small stature. He looked good with a pair of glasses on his face, and his hands looked tense.

Chen An needs an assistant, and this assistant can't be too smart or too stupid, let alone too grumpy.

"Introduce yourself." He said lightly.

Although he looks like a middle-aged fat man on the outside, but in his heart he is still the all-powerful arms crocodile in the world. Once a person's inner heart changes, the whole person's temperament will be different.

The little girl just came to apply for a job as a housekeeper as usual, but she didn't expect that the middle-aged man who looked too ordinary in front of her would bring an invisible pressure to her the moment he spoke.

As if a boulder was pressing on her back, the little girl opened her mouth timidly. Although she was nervous, she tried her best to keep her voice steady: "Hello, Mr. Chen, my name is Wang Li, and I am a sophomore at Shanghai A University." , I have been familiar with all kinds of housework since I was a child, and I already have a year of housekeeping experience..."

The little girl spoke eloquently as if endorsing a letter, which sounded like she had experience and ability, but what attracted Chen An was not the little girl's lackluster resume, but the school that Wang Li attended seemed to be the same as Chen Yang's.

Among the applicants, there are many who are taller and more beautiful than Wang Li, some with more experience, and some with various beautiful professional certificates. Chen An has more choices.

"Okay." Putting down the coffee cup, Chen An left a word.

Wang Li was stunned for a moment, thinking that the other party was not interested in listening to her, and was about to say sorry politely and leave in disgrace, when the man stood up and walked to her side: "Can you cook?"

"Yes, yes!" Wang Li nodded vigorously foolishly.

"Dinner will be ready by seven o'clock."

After saying a word, Chen An went into the room. He could indeed choose a better assistant, but when he saw the rather simple girl in front of him, he thought of Chen Yanglai at home.

The man smiled lightly as if mocking himself, since when did he become so emotional.

The biggest difference between before rebirth and after rebirth is probably that Chen An had to do many things by himself. He made an appointment in the room to go to the hospital tomorrow by phone, and it was almost time for dinner.

The little girl cooked four dishes, the dishes were not many, but they looked pretty and delicious, and tasted good, but it was a bit like my mother when I was a child.

Without asking too much if Wang Li knew Chen Yang, Chen An went out with Wang Li after dinner.

"This is the key card. You come over tomorrow and clean the house."

"Oh, Mr. Chen, aren't you home tomorrow?" Wang Li carefully put away the room key card.

"Ah."

Even if she answered, the thin-skinned girl didn't dare to ask more questions, so she stood awkwardly in the elevator until Chen An left, and then she let out a long sigh of relief.

Chen An has never been an approachable person, no matter in the past or now.

It was almost nine o'clock in the evening when we returned to the renting place by taxi. Chen An was still wearing his ordinary clothes, and he gradually got used to not paying too much attention to the soft flesh on his body.

When he was downstairs, Chen An saw the lights in the room were on, and it seemed that Chen Yang had already returned.

After Chen An went upstairs and opened the door, the young man in the room suddenly rushed over and looked at him nervously: "Uncle, why did you come back so late, you scared me to death."

Seeing Chen Yang's obviously relieved look, Chen An teased: "Why, are you afraid that I will commit suicide? I failed to kill myself once, and it would be a failure to commit suicide again."

"No, no, I'm just worried about you. It's so late, Uncle, have you eaten yet?" While helping Chen An carry the bag, Chen Yang closed the door.

Chen An glanced at the dining table lightly. There were two neat sets of bowls and chopsticks on the small dining table. The dishes were already cold, but it seemed that no one had touched them.

"You don't have to wait for me in the future, I've eaten it, you can eat it yourself."

Turning around, Chen An went straight into the bedroom, and when Chen Yang wanted to go there, he heard a "bang", and the door was closed.