Dinner.
Three people.
"Sister Xin Yue, try this dish." Wang Zihao helped Zheng Xinyue carry the dishes enthusiastically, with an expression that said "you are the happiest one to eat" expression on her face.
The latter ate with a calm expression and an expressionless face.
Zheng Feiyue stared at the little fatty with a face full of killing intent, and said with an unkind tone: "Wouldn't your conscience hurt if you were to use the food that I cook to please me?"
Wang Zihao laughed: "We're all family, why bother so much about it?"
"Who's family with you?" Zheng Feiyue rolled his eyes.
Little Fatso looked at Zheng Xinyue, and said with a profound expression: "It's just a matter of time. Uhm, I'm full, I'm ready to go to sleep."
"You can make a bed tonight." Zheng Feiyue said.
Wang Zihao shook his head: "It's impossible to do it on the floor. It's impossible to do it for the rest of your life. But I won't rob you. I'll sleep in the living room tonight. "
As the sound of his voice faded, someone pressed the doorbell.
Outside the door, the four muscular African men who had disappeared were carrying a small wooden bed and a new silk blanket, revealing their white teeth.
It felt like this kid was already prepared.
Taking advantage of the time his subordinates were making the bed, the little fatty called Philips to the side and muttered something to him.
Philips was surprised hearing this, but he still nodded.
Zheng Feiyue whispered to his sister: "Xin Yue, don't think that this brat is young and has a lot of playthings. The most important thing is that he is rich, very rich, you better not fall for him."
Zheng Xinyue said indifferently when she heard: "Only technology and knowledge can convince me."
Zheng Feiyue, "..."
One second, he was afraid that Little Fatso would use his words and money to move his little sister. The next second, he was more afraid of whether there was anything in this world that could move his little sister.
Thinking about it was extremely terrifying, so he didn't think much about it.
On the other side, Wang Zihao's new bed was ready, and the brat did not stand out either. He took off his suit and went into bed.
"Good night, Sister Xin Yue."
Zheng Xinyue did not have any reaction, and went straight back to her room.
"Good night, Brother-in-law." Wang Zihao said to Zheng Feiyue.
Zheng Feiyue resisted the urge to violently beat this guy up and said, "I'll go to work early tomorrow and get up at six."
Wang Zihao was startled, he had gotten up early or something, it was the most terrifying thing.
"Ding!" "Your words gave rise to a moderate level of fear among the hosts, increasing the degree of connection. Current level of connection: 31%."
Zheng Feiyue laughed, it was very evil.
"..."
The next morning, 6 o'clock.
A series of ghostly wails and howls came from the rental house.
"Ding!" "Your alarm clock caused strong dissatisfaction from the Godly Hero's host. The related degree increased. Current related degree: 32%."
"Ding!" "Your act of lifting the blanket caused the Divine Hero's anger and envy of the host to rise. Current relationship level: 35%."
"Ding!" "The Godly Hero's Host has a deep grudge against you. The level of the connection has increased. Current level of the connection: 40%."
The little fatty went to the bathroom to wash with deep resentment while Zheng Feiyue leisurely prepared breakfast. Today was only the first day, and he had already completed nearly half of the related knowledge.
Soeasy!
Suddenly, the little fatty's head poked out from the bathroom. His chubby face was filled with stubbornness as he said, "No matter how much you torture me, I won't give up on the pursuit of love."
Zheng Feiyue wanted to kill this brat with one slash.
After breakfast, Zheng Feiyue went to the company. Little Fatso naturally followed.
On the bus, the little fatty smelled the scent of leek and soy milk that filled the air and felt his entire body ache.
Isn't it good to take a taxi?" "The stench of having to squeeze into a bus is so bad." "…" "The little fellow had an unhappy expression.
Zheng Feiyue lectured him, "At such a young age, you shouldn't always think about enjoyment."
The little fatty curled his lips and walked to a seat. He said to the youth sitting on it, "Brother, move aside. I'll give you five hundred yuan for a transfer."
The youth was stunned.
The surrounding people were also stunned.
The young man came back to his senses and couldn't help but laugh. "Little friend, talking big is not a good habit. Where is your family?"
The others laughed as well.
Which family's child is this?
"Cut the crap, open your WeChat to collect your payment." The little fatty said impatiently.
The young man was intimidated by his domineering attitude. He took out his cell phone and said, "Here."
The little fatty didn't say anything as he directly transferred 500 yuan.
The youth was stunned.
The other spectators were also stunned.
Unexpectedly … Did he really transfer funds?
The child was not joking.
F * ck!
"What are you standing there for? Give up your seat!"
The young man didn't dare to say anything, he got up and walked towards the back door.
After the little fatty sat down, he said to Zheng Feiyue happily, "Did you see that? This is the charm of money. Do you believe that if I shout out right now, everyone in the car will move out of the way? "
However, just as he finished speaking, a woman carrying a dish stood up and said, "Come, sit with auntie."
"Sit with me."
"I'm soft and gentle here, come here little friend."
When Zheng Feiyue saw the crowd move, he regretted taking this fellow to the bus.
"Ding!" "Your speechlessness made the host very happy. The connection increased. Current connection: 42%."
Zheng Feiyue: "That works too?"
"..."
Because it was the beginning of the month, when Zheng Feiyue just arrived at the store, he already had a whole bunch of forms to do.
He let Little Fatso go play around the mall while he worked hard on his own.
After a while, the new supervisor ran into the office and panted, "Director, the child you brought is about to defy the heavens. Hurry up and go take a look."
Hearing that, a bad feeling arose in Zheng Feiyue's heart.
When he rushed to the location, he discovered that more than half of the employees of over a hundred special cases were gathered together. And in the center of the circle, the little fatty's putrid fart sounds constantly echoed out.
"What is the result? When I catch up with the goddess in my heart, I will buy this shopping mall. "
"When the time comes, you will all be witnesses to our love."
"Money?" "To me, it's just a number. I'll get a group for everyone to chat with later. There will be big red packets every day."
Hearing these words, Zheng Feiyue's face darkened from anger. He walked into the crowd and picked up the little fatty … F * ck, I didn't move, this fat guy is too heavy.
"Director."
"Hello, Director."
The employees greeted them one after another.
Zheng Feiyue said with a straight face: What are you all doing here? Don't they even need to receive customers? A little kid dares to fool you all, do you have a brain? "
A shop assistant raised her hand and said weakly, "Director, this child just directly swiped the card and bought two hundred thousand yuan worth of goods."
Zheng Feiyue opened his eyes wide and asked the little fatty: "What did you buy? There's money to burn! "
The latter curled her lips and said, "This shopping mall of yours is not good enough. Picking out the most expensive item in each counter only costs two hundred thousand yuan."
When the employees heard this, they gulped.
A complete little millionaire, finished appraising!
"What about the items?" Zheng Feiyue asked.
Little Fatty said: "I gave it to my goddess school, and also got Philips to buy 9999 roses. By now, the goods and people should have arrived at the same time."
An extremely bad feeling hit Zheng Feiyue.
Soon, his phone rang.
The caller ID was none other than Zhu Lan, New Moon's homeroom teacher, whom they had only known for a few days.
"Old Zheng, I don't know who sent your sister a cart full of roses, cosmetics, bags and the like. The weirdest thing is that it was delivered by four Africans. Come over quickly."
Zheng Feiyue's vision turned black.