Tsundere Queen Takes Home

Fang Zhengyang looked at Wu Xi'er and shouted in surprise, "Xi'er can really make money by doing Douyin, 100,000 yuan, how long does it take me to move the bricks!"

Wu Xier's nose was crooked when she heard it, "I said, brother, can we compete a little bit, don't always mention moving bricks, okay?"

"Hey, I'm used to it, I'm used to it." Fang Zhengyang smiled awkwardly, then looked at Qiao Xi'er and said sincerely, "Thank you, if it weren't for you, I really wouldn't have discovered this business opportunity!"

"Okay, I won't listen to these hypocrisy, I want you to be practical." Qiao Xi'er tilted her head and looked at Fang Zhengyang.

Fang Zhengyang patted his chest boldly and said, "Tell me, what do you want to eat? Brother treat tonight."

"You, you think I'm a pig, so I like to eat, right?" Qiao Xi'er said angrily.

"Then how do you want me to thank you?" Fang Zhengyang asked Qiao Xi'er with a puzzled expression.

Qiao Xi'er tilted her head for a while, then looked at Fang Zhengyang and said, "I asked you to promise me three things."

"Hey, I'm just a common man, what can I do for you?" Fang Zhengyang said with a smile.

"I don't care, you have to agree anyway, or you won't show the sincerity of your thanks." Qiao Xi'er said slyly.

"Okay, I promise you." Fang Zhengyang said with a smile.

Qiao Xi'er is a joke, why should she be serious?

"Okay, go to the kitchen to cook for me, I'm hungry." Qiao Xi'er said cheerfully.

"Does this count as a promise to you?" Fang Zhengyang looked at Qiao Xi'er.

"Of course not." Qiao Xi'er gave Fang Zhengyang a blank look.

Fang Zhengyang smiled and turned to go to the kitchen to cook.

The evening meal was very light. Fang Zhengyang pounded garlic juice, then made some sweet potato noodles, rolled the noodles himself, cooked them with green vegetables, poured garlic juice and sesame sauce, and brought them to Qiao Xier.

Unexpectedly, Qiao Xi'er devoured this simple meal.

She had already eaten a large bowl, but was crying out for more.

When Fang Zhengyang told her helplessly that he had rolled so many noodles, Qiao Xi'er took Fang Zhengyang's bowl unceremoniously, "For you to do so little, forget about being hungry."

So Fang Zhengyang was stunned to see that Qiao Xi'er actually picked up his bowl and ate it without hesitation.

"That, that's me..." Fang Zhengyang wanted to say something, but finally closed his mouth.

Don't say it, say it, Qiao Xier should be embarrassed, maybe she is really hungry!

At this moment, Fang Zhengyang's phone rang.

Fang Zhengyang picked up the phone and took a look, his eyes suddenly straightened.

Yang Xinyan's phone number.

Fang Zhengyang's heart beat wildly, he took a deep breath, and then connected the phone.

"Hey, Sister Xinyan."

Qiao Xi'er, who was eating noodles next to her, froze for a moment, and soon returned to normal.

"Dad, I'm Mengyao, not mother." A childish voice came from the phone.

After hearing that voice, Fang Zhengyang breathed a sigh of relief, he said with a smile, "Little darling, have you eaten yet?"

"Dad, I don't want to eat."

"why?"

"Because I miss my dad, no one will play with me when you leave. Dad, have you left me alone?" Meng Yao's voice choked up.

The softest part of Fang Zhengyang's heart was touched all of a sudden. He quickly said with a smile, "How could it be? How could I ignore you? You will always be my good boy."

"Where are you, I'll ask my mother to take me to find you now, and I want you to play with me." Xiao Mengyao said crying.

"Oh, I'm on the 10th floor of Building F in Ziwei Garden." Fang Zhengyang said without hesitation.

"Okay, I'll let my mother take me to find you." Xiao Mengyao said happily and hung up the phone.

Fang Zhengyang hung up the phone and saw Qiao Xi'er said excitedly, "Xi'er, Mengyao is sister Xinyan's daughter. When they are with them, the little girl haunts me the most. In fact, I also like her very much!"

Qiao Xi'er's hands trembled, and the chopsticks fell to the ground. She quickly bent over to pick up the chopsticks, looked at Fang Zhengyang and smiled reluctantly, "Children, everyone likes it."

After Qiao Xi'er finished speaking, she packed up the two people's tableware and walked towards the kitchen.

"Xi'er, leave it alone, I'll wash it myself in a while." Fang Zhengyang shouted.

"Well, I suddenly feel a little tired. I'll go back to sleep first." Qiao Xi'er put the tableware and chopsticks in the kitchen, turned and left the room.

Fang Zhengyang jumped up, hurriedly went to the kitchen to clean up the tableware and chopsticks, then turned around and went to the living room to wipe the floor.

He stood there and thought for a while, then ran to the bathroom in a panic, picked up the razor, shaved his beard, and then combed his hair with a comb.

He didn't know why he did it, but he just did it.

Before he could finish cleaning up, there was a knock at the door, and Meng Yao's tender voice, "Dad, open the door."

"Hey, it's here." Fang Zhengyang hurriedly ran towards the door, accidentally tripped and fell to the ground, he quickly stood up, and I went to open the door.

Two people stood at the door.

Little Mengyao.

And the one he's upset about,

Yang Xinyan.

"Dad." Xiao Mengyao screamed, ran over and hugged Fang Zhengyang's leg.

Fang Zhengyang smiled, bent down and hugged Xiao Mengyao in his arms, then looked at Yang Xinyan who was standing at the door, and said with a smile, "Come in, Sister Xinyan."

"Meng Yaofei came to you after making a fuss." Yang Xinyan explained and followed into the room.

Fang Zhengyang's heart was lost for a while, but he quickly recovered, "Sister, sit down."

"What's wrong with your legs?" Fang Zhengyang was wearing shorts. He scratched his skin when he fell, and there was blood on his knees. Yang Xinyan saw it at a glance.

"Hey, it's okay, when I went to open the door just now, I accidentally stumbled on something." Fang Zhengyang said with a smile.

Yang Xinyan was stunned for a moment, then frowned quickly, "I always get so frizzy when I do things, find some iodophor and let me handle it for you."

"Sister Xinyan, it's alright." Fang Zhengyang said with a smile.

"Why so much nonsense? It's so hot, what should I do if I don't treat the wound and get infected?" Yang Xinyan's brows furrowed even tighter.

Fang Zhengyang put Xiao Mengyao on the ground, turned around and went to the drawer, and took out the iodine swab.

Yang Xinyan reached out and took the iodophor cotton swab, squatted in front of Fang Zhengyang, dipped the cotton swab in iodophor, and wiped it gently on Fang Zhengyang's wound.

Smelling the familiar scent of Lancome perfume, looking at Yang Xinyan, her stunning pretty face, a touch of whiteness that she could just see from his own perspective, and that deep career line, Fang Zhengyang's heart beat violently.