The Superb Captain in the City

It wasn't until Cen Guiwan saw the pile of boxes in the mail room that she knew what it meant by "a bit heavy".

The assistant takes care of all the daily routines of the male gods, and the tiring work of receiving express delivery is also to be done.

Dozens or hundreds of packages piled up on the ground, without exception, the recipient: Ling Haochen.

Well, because the celebrity's address is actually public, more fans choose to send gifts to their homes instead of the company.

The advantage of this is that there will be no accidents in the middle of the gift, and there will be no situations in which the broker privately opens the package for viewing or detention. And these benefits are naturally based on the busy moving home of the star assistants.

In fact, no matter where the gift is sent, the celebrity will open it if it likes it, and ignore it if it doesn't.

Just like when Ling Haochen saw the unkempt Cen Guiwan panting into the room, he was drinking water to watch TV but was choked all of a sudden.

"Cough cough, cough cough -" Ling Haochen pursed his lips and smiled, "You look like you are really-hey, would you let the eldest brother in the mail room help! You have to move it yourself."

Said helplessly and shook his head.

Cen Gui Wanxin said that he had to move his fart, basically because-there is only one uncle in the mail room.

She had to speak so much to say to the uncle: "Can you help me move these things to the 16th floor?"

Concubines can't do things that are ignorant of conscience.

"Next time, you will move by yourself. Don't say that my job is for you. I don't work like that. This is called a coolie. I'm not a contractor."

Ling Haochen pretended not to understand: "What is a contractor?"

Cen Guiwan took out his mobile phone and asked Du Niang, and according to Du Niang’s answer, he said word by word, “In 1925, a disguised form of slave trade appeared in the old society. Girls were trafficked. The contractor is sent to the factory to work, and he has no physical freedom, and all his wages belong to the contractor."

Cen Guiwan cleared his throat, "In short, in short, there is no personal freedom to work every day, being squeezed by the boss."

"Didn't I pay you? Still say-you don't think too much?"

Cen Guiwan's self-confidence was immediately squeezed into nothingness, "Ahem, I'm talking about this kind of behavior, not about money."

"Is money not important?" Ling Haochen asked again, "Or you don't want fame and fortune, and you have a cool breeze, so you treat money as dung and decide to do me nothing?"

Before Cen Guiwan could answer, Ling Haochen had already thought about it and said, "You know, I am very rich, but it's not too much. If you insist on not wanting a salary, I will accept it. I will let Sister Han Mei stop. Send money to your account. Or I'll call now—"

"Don't--" Cen Guiwan stretched out his hand to stop him, Ling Haochen had already raised the phone above his head, relying on his height advantage, tortured Cen Guiwan thousands of times every minute.

Cen Guiwan is not a stubborn stubborn person. If you can't get it, you don't need it. He said: "If you don't have a salary, you are not afraid. If you eat your food and drink your house, you will be deducted.

Cen Guiwan felt that Ling Haochen's expression at this moment was particularly like the expression of "Oh, so diao" in the emoji package, which was very awkward.

Next, Ling Haochen went to the bathroom to take a bath, and told Cen Guiwan that she could unpack the packages at will, and take away what she wanted, or give gifts, and throw the rest into the trash can in the corridor.

Originally wanted to say why he was so cold-blooded, it was all the friendship of fans, but after looking at the simple and clean house of the male god, Cen Guiwan thought about it, and if it were to be collected, the house might become a warehouse.

He loves cleanliness so much, he certainly won't allow a pile of express boxes inside. Before going downstairs to pick up the courier, he said that it was because the courier brother always harassed him and said that the mail room couldn't fit. In other words, he is also very difficult to receive these gifts, right.

He is really an enviable person, so many people like it, and so many people are worried about it.

When Ling Haochen finished taking a bath, Cen Guiwan was still there to perform his hand torn express delivery skills, and couldn't help saying: "There is a utility knife in the drawer over there."

Cen Guiwan looked up, "I see a lot of envelopes inside. Would you like to take a look."

"Don't look." Ling Haochen simply refused.

"What a cruel heart." Cen Guiwan deliberately buried him, "The heart is cold."

Ling Haochen was unable to respond to these words. He sat down on the sofa in a bathrobe and said, "Then take those letters."

Cen Guiwan saw that the plan had been achieved, and put down his hand and sat beside the male god, and handed him the envelope.

"Read it to me, I'll do it", and then added, "I am born with a cold body."

Cen Guiwan opened one of the envelopes, and Nuo Nuo's soft voice sounded like reading aloud: "I hope there is someone like you. In this world, some people love like a mountain stream and the refreshing wind, and some people love like an ancient city. Warm sunshine. But it doesn’t matter, it’s you in the end. From the beginning to the night, from the mountains to the study, the answers to all questions are simple."

Cen Guiwan took a sigh of relief and picked up the water cup on the table. Before Ling Haochen said, "That is my special cup", he drank a few guts and continued to say, "You burn, I will accompany you." Burned to ashes. You extinguish, I will accompany you to lower the dust. When you are born, I will walk into the sea with you. You are silent, I will accompany you without a word. You laugh, I accompany you to whistle the tsunami. You are old, I accompany you in devastation . You escape, I accompany you into the night."

Cen Guiwan said, “This kid must like Zhang Jiajia very much. He wrote every sentence of love he copied.”

Ling Haochen looked at his cup sadly and said, "Who is Zhang Jiajia?"

what? You don't even know him? Cen Guiwan’s first reaction was like this. He is a well-known writer who has been nominated for the Best Adapted Screenplay Award. His bedtime story has sold more than 4 million copies so far, and he has been on the list of richest writers. He has recently collaborated with director Wang Jiawei in a play.

Ling Haochen couldn't stop just listening to Cen Guiwan's words. He thought about his own cup that had already been used, so he had to pass it to her, "Drink, don't get excited."

When Cen Guiwan was drinking water, he only heard Ling Haochen's clear voice saying: "If it were you, would you also yearn for the love mentioned in his book?"

This is the first time a male **** mentioned such a private topic. Cen Guiwan was taken aback first, and then said: "Yes, that's right. I think this kind of relationship is very pure and simple."

"It's pretty good." Ling Haochen said, "The little girl is very affectionate. It's just that if she is attracted by the freshness of the text, it is meaningless. Is there a saying like this, practice brings true knowledge, affectionate Long companion."

Ha, the male **** also expressed his emotions.