Looking at Zhao Chen wearing a white short-sleeved sportswear beside him licking the ice cream, Yan Murong realized that this woman was much cuter than she thought------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
After being teased by Yan Minghua, Yan Murong didn't dare to say anything extra, so he directly found an excuse to have an appointment with his friend, and ran out of Yan Minghua's office as if he was running away.
"I heard you want to rent a house?"
"Yes." Zhao Chen held the ice cream in one hand, and while eating it, he wiped the butter stuck to the corner of his mouth with the other hand, and said, "Where do I live if I don't rent a house? If I'm not familiar with the place, I'm here to you---Master, you can't abandon me, otherwise I'll live under a park or overpass-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"-----" Yan Murong gave Zhao Chen helplessly.
Why is this woman's mouth so broken? Just by asking, she can pull out so many. Wanderers? Damn, you look like a little yellow flower on the side of the road, but how come you look like a wanderer?
Seeing Zhao Chen's pink tongue spinning on the ice cream, Yan Murong thought for a moment and shook his head before saying, "I mean, you don't have to rent a house, it's a waste of money."
"Then where should I live? Isn't it more expensive to stay in a hotel?" Zhao Chen asked with his two big watery eyes.
"Living in my house," Yan Murong explained. "I bought a house outside and I will live there in the future. You can move in with you."
"Ah? Did you buy a house outside?"
"yes."
"Where do you live?"
"yes."
"That's not good." Zhao Chen said shyly. "Master, I am your apprentice. You can't make any decisions about me----This kind of behavior of hiding a beautiful woman in a golden house is undesirable. Besides, even if you want to chase me, isn't this developing too fast?"
Yan Murong had a black head. Now he found that it was a mistake that he said she was cute just now. No, it could not be considered a mistake.
Sometimes, cuteness and stupidity can be equated.
"I don't plan to support you." Yan Murong gritted her teeth and said with muscles twitching on her face.
"Ah? Are you planning to marry me?" Zhao Chen was surprised at first, and then began to become shy again.
"Master, although we are the two of us married by our parents, we must also have a process of pursuing and being pursued, right? Will this be too fast? Oh, let's talk about it, you are already married, how can you marry me?"
If Yan Murong just wanted to slap her, now she just wants to strangle her to death.
"I'll say it again, I don't mean that." Yan Murong resisted the urge to strangle the woman to death and said gritted his teeth. "It's not just you and I living in the house, but also -------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Oh, so that's how it is. Why didn't you say it earlier? It's a mistake for me." Zhao Chen patted the bulging chest with a look of relief.
"I thought you were interested in me----I said, this kind of behavior is very weird. I think it's very strange, such as master-apprentice love, sister-brother love, old and young love, etc.."
"I love you, a big-headed ghost." Yan Murong said angrily. He felt that this woman should not go to study for a doctorate or a master's degree, so she should be sent to the overpass, and set up a table for her in front of her and ask her to go to crosstalk.
"Stop talking so much nonsense---If you want to be my apprentice, you have to abide by the rules of our sect."
"What rules?" Zhao Chen asked excitedly. She was very interested in Yan Murong's words now.
The rules of the sect? OK, OK----If there are rules, it is called a sect.
"The first one is not allowed to talk nonsense."
"clear."
"The second thing is that when the master speaks, the apprentice is not allowed to interrupt."
"learn."
"Third Article: You can only speak if the master asks you to speak. It is forbidden to ask why----When the master doesn't let you speak, you must treat yourself as a mute."
"I understand, is there another fourth one?"
Although she thought these three rules were a bit weird, she didn't think too much, and looked at Yan Murong and asked curiously.
"Article 4-----The master has the right to formulate new rules at any time."
"What a weird door rule." Zhao Chen said with his head tilted. "Did you come here like this?"
"It's basically right." Yan Murong nodded and said to himself. I'm already kind enough to you woman. What rules do I want to follow? Well, there aren't so many.
Thinking back to the beginning, the old man only said one thing to him. "You will do whatever you ask you to do. If you don't do it well, you will torture you to death."
It was this sentence that made Yan Murong eat all kinds of inhumane abuse.
He couldn't understand how the old man's head grew - how it looked like the universal pocket on the belly of a dormant cat. Every time he didn't strictly execute the order, he would come up with various ideas to abuse him - what's even more terrifying is that it hasn't been repeated once in more than ten years.
"Master, I have a problem."
“What’s the problem?”
"The question is, if I live in your place, do I have to pay the rent? Should I pay the water and electricity bill? Where is the food bill?" Zhao Chen looked at Yan Murong and asked. "If it is too expensive, I can't afford to rent it---I am still in school and haven't saved much money."
"Everyone says that my daughter needs to be raised with wealth and son needs to be raised with poverty. In addition to normal living expenses, my father never gives me extra money. Even if he buys a pack of sanitary napkins, he has to calculate that the monthly meal expenses are not enough, so it is not easy for me to save some money." Zhao Chen complained.
"How much money do you have?" Yan Murong asked curiously, and at the same time expressed a very painful gloating about Zhao Chen's experience. It was also because he was not a woman. Otherwise, the money for buying a small plane in the past few decades would be enough to buy a small square meter bathroom on the Second Ring Road - uh, it was a small square meter bathroom.
"It's not too much, it's only 800 yuan." Zhao Chen said helplessly.
"----"If it weren't for the bright day and bright world, if it weren't for the crime of murder, Yan Murong would have wanted to strangle her to death now.
800 yuan? 800 yuan, and you still want to rent a house? Damn, you think Yanjing is a small hill, and renting a basement with a slightly better location here costs 300 yuan per month, while your 800 yuan is only enough to live in two and a half months.
"Well, it's already a lot." Yan Murong nodded helplessly, and thought of using her as a shield, so she said. "You keep saving up and buying your sanitary napkins, all the expenses are mine."
"Ah, really?" Zhao Chen shouted happily.
"real."
"Pooh!" Zhao Chen kissed Yan Murong's face excitedly, and the butter on his mouth slapped Yan Murong's face.
"Master, you are so nice." Zhao Chen said affectionately at Yan Murong.