At night, on the dark balcony, there was a burst of Jinghu's voice, and the three of them were so frightened that they didn't even dare to speak out. It seemed that Xiaoyuan was really depressed.

She would only play this song "Deep in the Night" when she was extremely depressed. This Peking Opera piece was the only piece Xiaoyuan knew. She was fascinated by it just after hearing it once, so she specially learned Jinghu.

I have practiced this piece of music to the point of perfection, but I can't do other pieces at all. The sound of the music is sometimes high-pitched and passionate, sometimes sad and low, and the tune seems particularly crisp and long under the thick night.

After playing the song, Xiang Xiaoyuan went into the room to see the frightened people, and said angrily: "Why don't you go wash up! Aren't you going to sleep?"

"Are you... really okay?" Everyone was still worried.

Xiaoyuan rolled her eyes at them: "I just have a raw hand, I can practice it!" After saying that, he picked up the washbasin and walked away.

Only then did everyone let out a sigh of relief.

On Monday, I arranged my work to Xiaoyuan, prepared the shift handover with my colleagues, and prepared to take this unlucky holiday.

Throughout the morning, Cheng Hao's secretary almost blew up Panpan's cell phone. Tian Panpan was so upset that he simply threw the cell phone to Xiaoyuan. Listening to the reminder ringtone, Xiang Xiaoyuan could only promise to go there on time tomorrow.

Seeing that Xiao Yuan was not very energetic, Yang Yuehua thought she had heat stroke, so he specially cooked Bawang flower for her to drink. Zhong Yuan also specially stewed a large pot of beef, and everyone was a little worried as they watched Xiao Yuan count the rice grains one by one.

"Why don't we forget it, I'll just pay him to stay with him! Why should I suffer this kind of torture!" He Leyi couldn't stand it anymore.

Panpan hurriedly interjected: "I'll do it! They all blame me!"

Xiaoyuan rolled her eyes: "You have a lot of money, don't you?"

Panpan was so frightened that she didn't dare to say a word.

Xiang Xiaoyuan looked at the people with grim faces and felt happy: "I'm just going to stay for a while, not to die! What are you doing?" After saying that, he started to eat.

Seeing that Xiaoyuan was no longer depressed, everyone felt relieved.

"That's right." Tian Panpan handed her the phone: "Take it! It's easy to contact me if you need anything!"

"Then your dad..." Xiaoyuan was worried that her dad couldn't contact her.

"It's okay! I changed the card! I told my dad that I lost my phone!" Tian Panpan dared to lie to her dad for the first time.

"This is inappropriate..."

“Take it, take it!” everyone ordered unanimously: “Return it when you come back!

**

On Tuesday morning, Xiaoyuan arrived at Cheng's house at nine o'clock on time and began his official "vacation". Cheng Hao did not go to Xiaoyuan to inspect each house first, write down the work to be done in a notebook, and then began to tidy up in an orderly manner.

The carpets had to be vacuumed and the glass had to be wiped. Cheng Hao's messy cloakroom was simply an arduous project.

Xiang Xiaoyuan sucked the carpet and found tiny particles of dirty lint on it.

"What's wrong with changing? I have to change to a white carpet! I'm not a clean person to begin with!" Xiaoyuan cursed in her heart, kneeling on the ground to clean the lint, which should have been dirty by Cheng Hao wearing slippers.

That bad guy Cheng Hao usually just wears slippers to step on the carpet. It turns out that the carpet is dark purple, which doesn't matter, but this one is white, and any trace is obvious. Xiaoyuan stood there and thought for a while.

Turn around and continue cleaning.

Cheng Hao felt very uncomfortable in the office, especially when he learned that his competitor this time was Ni Kun. He was as excited as a lion who was inspired to fight. His appearance made Secretary Wang a little worried, and even Xue, who didn't worry about anything, was worried.

Chengdu was a little worried. He tactfully expressed that he wanted to handle this project by himself, but Cheng Hao simply regarded this project as his prey and how could he tolerate others taking it away from him.

Cheng Hao closed the business plan and leaned on the boss's chair with a cigarette in his mouth. He put his feet on the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked at the river of cars in the distance. The feeling of satisfaction was really indescribable.

This is the value of life, with challenges and motivation. As for whether he would feel lonely like being abandoned on an island at night, he didn't bother to think about it.

When I think of home, this concept is so cruel and vague. Maybe in this life, I will be destined to be like that bird without feet, just flying as hard as possible until it falls...

The sound of a cell phone ringing interrupted his thoughts.

"Mr. Cheng!" Xiaoyuan's crisp voice came from the other end of the phone: "Are you coming back for dinner tonight?"
Chapter completed!