At the counter, Ba served this regular customer with a smile.

"Does it look good?" Zhang Yaqi tried it on and turned to ask Cheng Hao. i's big brand, competing with dior like a duel, shines brightly.

In Beijing, a shopping mall full of luxury goods, he once again realized the dignity and security that money brings to people.

Zhang Yaqi played with the sunglasses in her hand and said: "This season's design seems a bit conservative. Will it make the face look a bit wider?"

Cheng Hao didn't hear what she was saying, he just stared at these various brands in a daze.

That stinky girl at home must not be able to distinguish between these brands and their values.

If all women were like her, the world would be much cleaner and boring.

"Damn it!" he whispered, why did he think of her for no reason?

Zhang Yaqi is used to Cheng Hao's always absent-minded state.

**

Cheng Hao lit up a cigarette and lay on the bed contentedly. Zhang Yaqi, her face flushed, clung to him closely.

"Don't leave today..." Zhang Yaqi said softly, hugging Cheng Hao tighter.

Cheng Hao was stunned for a moment, then smiled and started to get up and put on his clothes.

"I still have something to do, so I'm sorry..." He pretended to be helpless and kissed Zhang Yaqi's cheek.

Zhang Yaqi knew that no matter how intimate she was, she could never get into Cheng Hao's heart. He had never kissed her lips, not even once.

**

Xiang Xiaoyuan curled up on the sofa, like a house cat. He finished cleaning the house in the morning and signed the order for a box of vegetables, and was sleeping soundly at the moment.

The price of that box of organic vegetables was staggeringly expensive, which made her realize the meaning of class more deeply.

Cheng Hao walked to her and picked up a book that fell on the ground. He flipped through it and found that it was about English grammar.

The afternoon sun shone in through the glass in the living room, dyeing Xiang Xiaoyuan's entire body a golden color like a daisy. His round face was evenly covered with a layer of fine down, and his long eyelashes swayed gently with his breathing.

She slept so soundly that people couldn't bear to wake her up, or didn't know how to wake her up.

Cheng Hao poked her carefully with his hand, Xiaoyuan blocked her, giggled twice, and continued to greet Duke Zhou; he poked her again, Xiaoyuan chuckled twice again, looking like a large cloth

baby.

"Xiang Xiaoyuan!" Cheng Hao shouted.

Xiang Xiaoyuan opened his eyes drowsily and saw the statue-like Cheng Hao standing in front of him. He was so frightened that he jumped up from the sofa.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong, I was wrong..." Xiaoyuan was so frightened that she just apologized.

Cheng Hao was furious when he saw her look: "What are you doing wrong!"

"I was wrong, I shouldn't have slept on your sofa... I didn't mean to! Also, I didn't make dinner; I didn't even know you came in..." Xiaoyuan really couldn't think of any other place for herself.

She made a mistake. In order to enhance her persuasion, she touched the corner of her mouth and added: "You shouldn't drool while sleeping..."

Cheng Hao could no longer hold back his laughter.

Unexpectedly, his smile made Xiaoyuan even more frightened, which was clearly written in her clear eyes.

Cheng Hao stopped laughing and said to her seriously: "It's only half past three. There's no need to cook dinner. It's not a mistake to drool while sleeping. If you want to sleep on the sofa, cover it with a blanket, otherwise you will catch a cold!"

Xiaoyuan lowered his head and muttered: "Still...I'm sorry..."

As she spoke, she walked upstairs. After walking a few steps, she turned back to Cheng Hao and said, "Mr. Cheng, a box of vegetables came this morning. I signed the order." She hesitated and then said, "Then

The dishes are too expensive! And they are all served with salads, not fried.”

Before Cheng Hao could answer, she went upstairs on her own.

Cheng Hao also wanted to ask her why she didn't go to class in the afternoon, but before he could say anything, Xiaoyuan disappeared, leaving him alone in the living room to dry the salted fish.

*

Cheng Hao was sitting in the living room reading documents. He looked up and saw Xiang Xiaoyuan walking downstairs.

"I'm going to sell some meat." Xiaoyuan said.

He nodded, continued to read, and then said as if to himself: "Let's make some soup tonight."

"Would you like chicken soup?"

Cheng Hao said nothing.

Half an hour had passed and the girl hadn't come back yet. Cheng Hao felt a little anxious as to where she had gone to buy groceries.

He began to lie in front of the French window and look around.

When he turned around, Xiang Xiaoyuan stood behind him like a ghost, holding two food bags in his hands.

"Wow! You didn't say anything! You scared me to death!" Cheng Hao was so frightened.

The only drawback of my own door is that it is so good that it opens and closes silently.

"It cost twenty-four to buy chicken, and it cost twenty-four to buy ginger..." Xiang Xiaoyuan ignored his accusation and started to report the bill.

"Stop, stop, tell me! How much did it cost in total?" Cheng Hao stopped her endless posture.

"Thirty-five yuan and seven," Xiaoyuan said.

"Here you fifty." Cheng Hao grabbed his wallet and gave her a whole ticket.

Xiaoyuan didn't say anything. He found fourteen yuan and three cents in change from the small cross-stitch wallet he carried with him and put it on the table. Then he picked up the food bag and walked to the kitchen.

Cheng Hao looked at her thin back and shook his head helplessly.

The aroma of chicken soup filled the room, which made Cheng Hao very satisfied. He felt at home for the first time.

"Why are your things scattered everywhere!" Xiang Xiaoyuan was dissatisfied and bent down to pick up the documents that had fallen on the ground.

Cheng Hao's documents were spread across a table in a mess, and there was a sofa outside.

"Don't touch my things!" He pushed away towards Xiaoyuan.

"Who wants to touch your things!" Xiaoyuan muttered.

*****

Xiang Xiaoyuan knelt on the ground and wiped the corridor floor with a rag. Cheng Hao glanced at her sideways and couldn't help but interject:

"Why am I just seeing you cleaning things? Have you ever cleaned the carpet?"

Xiaoyuan stood up and said angrily:

"I always clean it when you are not around. How noisy the vacuum cleaner is! If you like it, I will use it when you are at home next time!"

This stinky girl actually learned to talk to herself in this tone! That's great!

But when he raised his head, Xiang Xiaoyuan was gone again.

"Xiang Xiaoyuan!" Cheng Hao shouted.

Xiaoyuan came running over in a flash.

"Can you please let me say a word every time you finish speaking?"

He, a dignified real estate CEO, has always been obedient to others and now he has allowed a little girl to bully him twice. He is so unwilling to do so.

"Okay! Just tell me." Xiaoyuan looked sincere again.

Cheng Hao waved his hands angrily when he saw her look: "I have nothing to say to you!"

Xiaoyuan rolled her eyes and said in her heart: "To each other."

***

As Xiang Xiaoyuan dug his head into the rice, the only sound in the room was the ticking of the clock.

Cheng Hao picked up a piece of spicy chicken and said, "The fried spicy chicken is good."

Xiaoyuan said "hmm" as an answer.

Cheng Hao found it quite boring.

"Why didn't you go to class in the afternoon?"

Xiao Yuan stopped his chopsticks and said, "The students taking the entrance exam have taken over our classroom this week."

"Do you want more chicken soup?"

Cheng Hao handed the bowl to her.

"Where do you work?" Cheng Hao asked.

"On the railway."

"Where is the railway?" Cheng Hao asked next.

"Beijing."

Cheng Hao sighed, asking questions would be in vain.

"By the way, don't put the bowls in the dishwasher after you finish your meal. Just a few bowls are not enough to waste water. Just leave them for me to wash." Xiao Yuan instructed.
To be continued...