Xiang Xiaoyuan was lying on the bed like a dead dog, with his arms and legs arranged in the character "big".

"Xiaoyuan, are you okay..." Three girls gathered around her.

He waved his hand to Xiaoyuan, but he didn't even have the strength to speak at this moment.

"Did he kick you out?" Zhong Yuan was curious.

Xiaoyuan slowly sat up and shook his head: "No, we have renewed the contract."

"Then why are you listless?" He Leyi didn't understand.

"I'm so tired. I've just been running around all day. You can try it! If you're happy, could you help me get a basin of water to wash my feet?"

"I'll go." Panpan, who was silent at the same time, said.

Happy climbed onto the bed in the small garden with a serious look on his face: "Hey, I still feel something is wrong. Did you sign the contract of betrayal?"

Xiaoyuan rolled her eyes at her: "It's similar to a selling contract, all my vacations have been sold!"

"Oh... I'm scared to death. What do I think?" Zhong Yuan let out a long breath: "Just sell it! You don't have much vacation anyway."

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a girl named Zhao Jianling calling her at the door.

"Captain! The sewer is blocked!"

"Oh! Go find Bian Haicheng!" Everyone cheered.

"You are so annoying!" Zhong Yuan exclaimed.

"Wow, if you don't look for a real estate agent, can you repair it yourself?" He Leyi deliberately teased her.

Zhong Yuan turned around and left angrily.

"Zhong Yuan blushed!" Panpan realized later.

Xiao Yuan lost his tiredness and started laughing.

At noon the next day, Zhong Yuan brought Bian Haicheng, who worked in property management, to the water house.

The water room was crowded with girls who came to wash vegetables. Everyone was talking about when and why the sewer was blocked, like a group of chirping sparrows.

Bianhaicheng is one of the few handsome young men in this area. He is tall and has a slight Shanxi accent.

Because of his work, he often interacts with these girls, and no one treats him as an outsider.

It's not like he doesn't know that Zhong Yuan likes him, but the two of them are still in the ambiguous stage, and everyone likes to make fun of them no matter what.

Bian Haicheng felt that Zhong Yuan was a Beijing girl with better conditions than him, while Zhong Yuan felt that he was prettier than him (this was just Zhong Yuan's own feeling).

Neither of the two people is willing to take the first step.

Some good people wanted to help them match up, but Zhong Yuan's "wrong" power came up again, and he really wanted to fall out, which caused a group of people to be anxious.

After repairing the sewer, Zhong Yuan sent him downstairs.

As a building manager, this is your obligation, but there are some unclear things mixed into it.

"If you have any more questions... remember to come to me..." Bian Hai's words did not convey his meaning.

"Okay..." Zhong Yuan nodded with a hint of girlish shyness, completely unlike his usual tomboy self.

Xiang Xiaoyuan rolled his eyes, thinking carefully.

She pretended to be careless, holding the basin in the corridor and singing in a sweet voice:

"I'll send you outside the small village. I have something to say..."

Then he patted the cheerful boy who was walking towards him. He immediately understood and sang at the top of his voice with his amazingly loud voice: "Although the flowers are blooming now, don't pick the wild flowers on the roadside!"

When Zhong Yuan heard Xiao Yuan's singing, he knew something was wrong. Unexpectedly, it was amplified countless times by He Le's tweeter.

At this time, a wonderful effect happened, and all the girls in the building heard in unison: "If you don't pick it, you won't pick it! If you don't pick it, you won't pick it!"

This scene is so spectacular.

Amidst the laughter of the girls, Bian Haicheng ran away with a blushing face.

All this happened so quickly that Zhong Yuan was not prepared at all, and the layer of window paper was pierced.

"With pleasure! Xiang Xiaoyuan!" Zhong Yuan was furious.

Seeing Zhong Yuan rushing towards him, he was happy to hide and laugh at the same time:

"Wow! You are becoming more and more domineering now, and you are not even allowed to sing! Sisters, we must defend our right to sing to the death, right?"

"right!"

One call and a hundred responses.
Chapter completed!