C51

Chapter 51 - Undercurrent Flurry

Inside the office, Shang Xiaohong arrogantly snorted at the door of the office that Xiao Yi had casually closed, and said with a face full of contempt: "Isn't he a pretty boy? "What's there to be cocky about? Look at his poor appearance, it's obvious that he's just a country bumpkin."

Shang Xiaohong was at the driving school at a distance, acting as the principal's secretary. Above one person and below ten thousand people, she had always been arrogant and domineering. At this moment, it was hard to avoid the sarcasm from others.

The bald Principal laughed sinisterly, looked at Shang Xiaohong who was in the office pervertedly and said: "Forget it, that stinking brat won't be here tomorrow anyway. You did well just now. Come on, keep up the good work! "

"Look at your anxious look." A dog? Is there not enough to eat? "

Shang Xiaohong gave the bald Principal a flirtatious glance before walking over. With an evil chuckle, the office immediately became filled with the alluring radiance of spring.

Xiao Yi, who was walking outside the office, paused for a moment, and then began to walk again. He had clearly heard Shang Xiaohong's sarcastic remark just now.

He bitterly smiled and muttered, "Yes, yes, I am a poor boy."

Then, Xiao Yi clenched his fists. A strong desire to earn money arose within his heart. He really didn't have money or human rights. A secretary who was ridden by others everyday even dared to point fingers at him from behind.

However, as a man, Xiao Yi's heart was not so narrow-minded. There was nothing to argue about with a secretary like this.

As usual, he walked out of the driving school and called a taxi to the group of Flower Sea Villa.

Just as he walked to the door of his own villa, he saw Xia Wei waiting at the door with a heat preservation box in her hand. She was wearing a white nurse's uniform. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, her exquisite and graceful figure could be clearly seen. She was so beautiful that it was suffocating.

"Hey, I'm going to watch you drink it." Xia Wei said in anticipation to Xiao Yi as she opened the insulating box in her hands.

Ever since following his mother's lead, this beautiful and proud nurse. Finally she started her career of chasing after Xiao Yi, but she kept a low profile. However, every night after work, he would bring Xiao Yi a warm chicken soup. Although she was about to call Xiao Yi, she had never actively contacted him.

Xiao Yi was moved, he raised his head and drank the chicken soup. It had to be said that Xia Wei's cooking skills were quite good. The taste of the chicken soup was comparable to that of the chefs in a large hotel.

"Is the hospital busy today?" Xiao Yi went over to the heat preservation box and asked out of concern.

"I'm not busy." Xia Wei smiled lightly and replied, "It's still the same."

For some reason, there seemed to be a huge gap between the two of them. Although Xia Wei took the initiative to take a step forward, that was it. Other than a box of chicken soup, he only exchanged a few words of greeting. He was neither cold nor indifferent and could not muster up any energy.

"In the future, you'd better not bring me chicken soup." Xiao Yi hesitated for a moment, and suddenly said.

Xia Wei's heart skipped a beat. Her pretty face turned slightly pale as she said in a small voice, "Is my chicken soup not tasty?"

"No, it's quite nice to drink."

"Is that the other Miss Zhong disagreeing?" Xia Wei asked in a low voice and then lowered her head. Biting his lower lip, his hands began to move restlessly.

Xiao Yi was stupefied, then remembered that he still had a fiancee living across the street.

After being stunned for a while, Xiao Yi smiled and said: "No, you have to go back and forth from where you came from. "It's so troublesome. I was just afraid that you'd have to put in a lot of effort."

"It's no trouble." Xia Wei felt her heart warm as she spoke with determination.

Looking at Xia Wei who was acting up, Xiao Yi laughed awkwardly. It seemed like being taken in by a woman was not a good thing.

"Then …" Xiao Yi stared at the charming Xia Wei, laughed sinisterly, and mustered his strength to speak: "How about, you move in with me? My family is big and I live alone. That way, you can cook chicken soup for me every day and help me tidy up my house. "

When Xia Wei thought about Xiao Yi's demand to live with her, she immediately snorted and said, "Hmph, you wish."

"When the time comes, you will stay on the first floor while I will stay on the second floor." Rest assured, I will definitely remember the rule that men and women should not be intimate with each other. You live in a dormitory in the hospital right now, it's so noisy. "

"No."

Xia Wei's charming face turned red as she firmly insisted. After staring blankly for a while, he suddenly thought back to his mother's Dunton teachings. If he wanted to hook Xiao Yi's interest, he could cook ripe rice when necessary.

Now, this was a chance. Xia Wei hesitated for a moment and then began to hesitate.

"If it really doesn't work, then forget it." Xiao Yi looked at Xia Wei opposite him and said in disappointment.

"Let me think. I'll tell you the answer in two days."

Xia Wei mustered up her courage and finally said this bold sentence. Then, she snatched the thermal box from Xiao Yi's hands and quickly ran out of Xiao Yi's villa.

Xiao Yi was slightly dazed as he looked at Xia Wei's flying figure. Dressed in a nurse's uniform, running was an irresistible temptation.

"Yo, even your little lover came looking for you."

Not knowing when, Zhong Xiaoyu had already walked to Xiao Yi's side, and coldly said. Her words were full of jealousy.

Xiao Yi was slightly taken aback. He turned around and saw Zhong Xiaoyu pouting with her mouth high in the air. For some reason, Xiao Yi felt that he was caught in a trap.

"Err …" Xiao Yi forced out a sour smile, and stammered: "I helped her last time, and this time I've cooked some chicken soup for me."

"Yo yo, you even made chicken soup?" Zhong Xiaoyu was even more dissatisfied in her heart, her pouted little mouth puckered even more. "Did someone think of you when they cooked the chicken soup for you?"

… ….

On the sofa in Zhong Xiaoyu's villa, Zhong Xiaoyu watched as she carried the sumptuous dinner up in front of him with a darkened face.

"Tonight, you are only allowed to eat banana stir-fried black fungus." Zhong Xiaoyu sat behind the table, with a straight face she began to issue orders.

Xiao Yi's face was extremely long, he continued to gulp down the white rice in the bowl without saying a word.

"Xiao Yi, I'll tell you." Zhong Xiaoyu solemnly declared as he saw that Xiao Yi did not speak and that he could not even clap his hands properly.

"Please speak." Xiao Yi stopped eating and listened respectfully.

"You can have an affair, you can have a mistress, you can even have a mistress, a fifth …" But you must not take it home. "Also, you must not let my mother know, or you'll be finished." Zhong Xiaoyu began to talk about his own long story in an experienced manner, "I am a young man, I want to follow the trend. I know that all men of your ability like having three or four concubines. "However, in the future, I will definitely be your legal wife, your legitimate wife."

As Xiao Yi listened to Zhong Xiaoyu's long story, he was stunned for a moment. Then, he let out a long sigh and made a firm decision: "I guarantee that no matter what, you will be the biggest one."

Hearing Xiao Yi's guarantee, Zhong Xiaoyu finally understood and smiled. Then, she used her chopsticks and knocked on the bowl of rice in front of him and said: "Tomorrow night, at the Night River Sea Hotel, my mother will give me a birthday banquet. What are you going to give me for my birthday? "I remember that South African diamond ring is too vulgar, and I don't want the key to the villa either."

Hearing Zhong Xiaoyu once again asking for a birthday present, Xiao Yi was slightly taken aback. After thinking for a moment, he said, "How about I make you a set of mud men? I often play in the mountains, and the mud people are very lifelike, but it seems very good. "

Puff.

The mouthful of rice in Zhong Xiaoyu's mouth immediately splashed out. Looking at Xiao Yi who had a serious expression on his face, he asked again, "Could it be that you're planning to give me a pile of clay figurines tomorrow night?"

"Yeah, is something wrong?" Xiao Yi looked at Zhong Xiaoyu in shock, and asked puzzledly.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH … …

Inside the villa, Zhong Xiaoyu's resounding scream resounded.

At night, in a certain large villa in the sea of the river, the lights were brightly lit. Song Shaolun sat on the sofa, his perturbed expression written all over his face.

"Feng'er, tomorrow is Zhong Xiaoyu's birthday. When you asked your father to prepare that thing for you, his father shamelessly came to Secretary Niu to grind it for you. At that time, during the birthday banquet, if you bring out a gift, you can definitely shine. " The door to the villa opened, and Song Shaolun's father, Song Chongming, said to Song Shaolun, who was on the sofa, with a face full of gratitude.

"Really?" Song Shaolun could not help but tremble a little, as he looked forward to see his father.

"When did dad lie to you?" Song Chongming laughed, then said with great pride: "This is the true first set of the God's invitation, if it wasn't for your marriage, Father wouldn't be willing to take it out. You asked Secretary Niu for this set of materials, but it took away my old face. "

After he finished speaking, Song Chongming took out the scroll containing the God's Invitation from his hand and carefully placed it on the table.

"Look at this wild grass, it's like a godly dragon dancing in the wind, that mental state, tsk tsk tsk tsk …" With an aged look on his face, Song Chongming stared at Tuo Ben as he sighed in admiration while gently caressing him.

Song Shaolun stared at the Alchemy Book of God on the table, a light flickering in his eyes. He clenched his fists tightly in front of his chest and was in high spirits. Speaking of the hottest topic of the day, it was not the letter of God that had been circulating in the political world. Originally, they would not have been able to obtain it, but the first batch of Skill Stones were similarly precious.

Gifting gold, silver and jewelry was too vulgar, the Zhong Family did not lack this. Giving away this kind of precious and precious topology seemed even more elegant and precious.

Song Shaolun seemed to have already seen it himself. When he offered this gift with both hands, he would definitely win the applause and cheers from the entire audience.

Old Secretary Zhang Weimin received an invitation from Jianghua Group's Chairman Zhong Qianmei in his old house. Of course, Old Secretary Zhang Weimin tactfully rejected them all the way.

Zhong Qianmei was not displeased at all. Inviting the Old Secretary was a form of courtesy and etiquette. Based on Old Secretary's style over the years, she rarely attended such occasions.

Old Secretary Zhang Weimin lightly tapped the table, and very habitually took out the God's invitation once again, beginning to admire it. The more he read, the better it got. The more he read, the more exquisite the words. As for the so called prescription, Old Secretary Zhang Weimin had not tried it yet. He had been so engrossed in this God's letter lately that he had long since given up on his old illness, his high blood pressure.

The more Zhang Weiming read, the more he wanted to find the original book and the young man. Thinking about tomorrow night's unprecedented birthday banquet, a glimmer of hope rose in Zhang Weimin's heart, "So many people, perhaps we can see that young man."

After he finished speaking, Zhang Weimin called the Chairman of the Zhong Family Group, Zhong Qianmei. "Tomorrow night, I will attend Zhong Family's daughter's birthday banquet on time."

Zhong Qianmei received the phone call and was puzzled for a while. She then spoke to herself: "What's wrong, this river wind is a bit weird."

After Zhang Weimin called Zhong Qianmei from the old house, he thought for a while and called the current Secretary Niu, "Xiao Niu, let's go congratulate that girl from Zhong Family on her birthday. There are so many people, who knows if we might meet the young man who wrote the God's invitation? "