A Guide to Surviving Without Money

That being said, Teng Yujiao has raised him for so many years, without her, he might not be who he is now. In the darkness, everything seems extraordinarily silent.

In the world he knew, it was pitch black. That night, he had a dream. He dreamed of a white and holy church. A priest in a white uniform stood under the cross and presided over the wedding ceremony for a couple of newlyweds. The audience was full of guests, lively and lively, and everyone's face was filled with joy.

He stood there in a daze, standing on the red carpet, and saw that the newcomer and groom in front of him turned out to be Leng Pingsheng, while the bride was Luo Shan. After a frightening dream, he woke up sweating. Fujino opened his eyes and looked The crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

It took a while to recover, the whole person grabbed the quilt and sat up slowly, looking at the alarm clock on the bedside table, it was only three o'clock, five and a half hours before work time.

Now that he was awake, Fujino put on his casual clothes neatly, pushed open the door, and the dim light shone on the corridor. He looked at Leng Pingsheng's room opposite him for a while, and then slowly walked down the stairs.

His footsteps were extraordinarily light, afraid of waking up other people, he entered the kitchen, intending to make a bowl of noodles, fill his stomach, pour water, pour oil, and then proceed in one go.

Fujino clapped his hands. Since he was a child, the most he had done was down. At that time, Teng Yujiao played cards outside every day, and it was already late at night when he came back. He picked up some junk on the street and used it to pay back the money and buy some noodles.

So much time has passed without knowing it now, and when he came back to his senses, the noodles were almost ready, he carefully filled out the noodles, turned around and held them, his eyes fell on Leng Pingsheng who was leaning against the wall in surprise: "You When did you come here?"

"Since you came down, I heard noises, so I came here to take a look. I thought it was a thief, but I knew you were making noodles secretly." Leng Pingsheng looked at Fujino who must have just woken up, his hair was messy, and his hands were itchy. , wanting to straighten him out.

"Do you want to eat?" Fujino slowly stretched out his hand and put the noodles in front of him.

"Eat if you're hungry, I'm not hungry." Fujino thought for a while, bypassed the person in front of him, put the noodles on the table above the living room, turned around and filled another bowl of noodles, and prepared two pairs The chopsticks were handed to Leng Pingsheng.

Leng Pingsheng held the bowl, and under Fujino's careful instructions, he ate a small amount slowly, to taste the taste.

Fujino looked at his expression expectantly, not letting go of the slightest bit. After a while, Leng Pingsheng nodded: "It's not bad."

Fujino squinted his eyes and smiled, heaving a sigh of relief, afraid that he would not like to eat it.

The two of them leaned on the sofa, turned on the 24-inch LCD large color TV in front of them, looked at the screen on it, and all kinds of news. After Fujino finished eating, he found that Leng Pingsheng had already drank all the soup: " Are you hungry?"

Leng Pingsheng did not answer, his eyes fell directly on the TV, Fujino cleaned up the dishes, wiped his hands, sat cross-legged on the soft sofa, stretched lazily, such a life is really not dare imagine.

This was something he had never experienced before. The screen on the TV changed to an interview conducted by Leng Pingsheng when a new product was released.

Fujino immediately sat up straight, his eyes were full of Leng Pingsheng, the frowning him, the smiling and distant him, every frown, every slight bend of the mouth, he looked very seriously.

"Does it look good?"

"It looks good." Fujino replied without thinking, suddenly realized something, and turned his head slightly: "Don't you need to go to bed? You have to go to work tomorrow?"

"No, you don't have to go to work tomorrow. It's the weekend. You can have two days off and have fun."

Fujino couldn't believe it. He looked down at his phone, and it showed that today is Saturday, and it's six o'clock. Uncle Zhang walked down the stairs in his home clothes, and was a little surprised when he saw the two people sitting on the sofa: "Mr. Leng , Young master, are you not asleep?"

"I'm asleep, Uncle Zhang, I just woke up and watched TV for a while." Fujino turned around and watched Uncle Zhang go down the stairs and came to the entrance.

Zhang Bo glanced at Leng Pingsheng calmly. Leng Shao's work and rest habits have always been very regular, and this is the first time such a thing has happened.

Putting on a scarf, Uncle Zhang went into the kitchen and said, "I'm going to make breakfast for you."

"Don't bother, Uncle Zhang, we've already eaten." Fujino said quickly, Uncle Zhang still made three servings, but they were not full, Fujino ate a little more, turned around and went upstairs to change his home clothes .

A set of horse pole music sounded, and my ears were full of the rhythm of the Divine Comedy. Leng Pingsheng glanced at the mobile phone on the table. The note on it was Xiao Xuzi.

After a while, the mobile phone received two text messages, one was a message of 1 yuan, and the other was from Xiao Xuzi: I have sent you the money.

Zhang Bo noticed the change in Leng Pingsheng's face, and Fujino walked down after changing his clothes. A white T-shirt, black slacks, and white canvas shoes were what he should look like at his age.

Leng Pingsheng's face softened a bit, Fujino looked at his eyes fixed on his body, and twitched a little uncomfortably: "What's wrong, brother?"

"Did your family look for you again?" Leng Pingsheng leaned on the sofa and said lightly.

Countless thoughts flashed through Fujino's heart, and finally it turned into a cute smile: "No? Brother, did you hear what others said?" With a temptation.

Leng Pingsheng didn't show any expression: "No, just asking casually."

The landline upstairs rang at the right time, Uncle Zhang strode up, Fujino stood a little restrained, not knowing what to do, Uncle Zhang's voice came from upstairs, for a moment, Uncle Zhang poked his head out and said : "Young Master Leng, Miss Luo invites you to attend the social gathering she held."

"Okay, when?" Leng Pingsheng spat out a few words indifferently.

"It will be at nine o'clock tonight."

Fujino stopped Leng Pingsheng in a daze. He didn't know why he was angry. Did he say something he shouldn't have said? Assistant Wu drove the car to the gate of the villa. After Leng Pingsheng left, he asked Uncle Zhang.

Uncle Zhang pointed to the mobile phone on the table. He was a little confused. He walked over and glanced at the information on it. He roughly guessed a lot, and he couldn't help but sighed.

"Young master, Master Leng hates cheating the most, just be more careful in the future."