Let’s Go, Wheat

Chapter 181: 196 potted plants

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After buying the bear he likes, Qian Mai's thoughts are all used in the new house.

The rumored “drawing pictures behind closed doors” is already eye-catching enough. Unexpectedly, at the regular meeting of the design department on Monday, without blinking her brows, she rejected the national clothing exchange meeting that everyone was jealous of. Suddenly, he successfully jumped to the top of the company's gossip list again.

In the afternoon, Wang Na came in with a bunch of design manuscripts. Looking in through the glass door where the office roller shutter has been raised, Qianmai sat on his back in front of the sewing machine to piece together, and there was a faint sound of ticking clothes. The exquisite dim sum just sent by "Xin Peng Ji" was swallowing into Ouyang Xuan's stomach.

"Axuan, what the hell your master is up to? Such a waste of sleep and food."

In fact, Ouyang Xuan also wanted to know the answer. However, he was not stupid enough to talk nonsense. Pushing the remaining dim sum in front of Wang Na, pointing to her manuscript and saying: "My boss is too busy these days. When she is free, I will notify you to come over and ask questions."

What exactly is Latent Wheat up to

At night, Peng Chen walked into the new house and grinned uncontrollably after seeing the answer.

On the new leather sofa, Xiao Qian wore a pink and tender cascading beaded dress and a sparkling crystal sunflower necklace around her neck. Xiao Peng's dress is much simpler, a dark suit with two buttons, and the tie that is tightly tied around his neck is his tie here.

Peng Chen's laughter became slowly thunderous, and the more in-depth contact, the more he felt that she was naive and funny. Even when he was at work, even he started to become distracted and wanted to laugh when he thought of her. It's just that now he is a bit dissatisfied.

"Why does Xiao Peng wear so serious at home? Also, how come his trousers have changed into shorts, so it's not nice to show the shaggy legs..."

"It's gone." Qianmai stated objectively. Change the clothes for the squint bear and the sleepy bear, pick up the two bundles of wool you just bought, and wind them into a ball.

"Then buy some more."

"Trouble! I like this."

"But I don't like it."

"Don't make any noise! Let it wear a floral dress if you make any noise." This person is really getting more and more noisy, how could he think he was quiet and reticent before.

Under the threat of autocracy, Peng Chen wisely chose to shut up and stooped to sort out the cardboard box he carried back. Two unbaked earthenware pots came out. They were all bare and short branches, and they didn't even recognize Latent Wheat.

"what is this?"

"you guess!"

"Little Magnolia?" The lush and leafy plants are easy to identify, but this potted plant is now so small and its leaves are falling, and I really can't guess it.

"Hey! You just have such a little imagination! Fortunately, you are from a rural background, and you don't even know this." Peng Chen had a good example, set up her expression that mocked him that day, and spared no effort to sarcastically go back.

"You're really boring." Qianmai didn't know much about him, and was not interested in getting to the bottom. He waved his hand to let him move the potted plant to the balcony. Asked: "Is this stuff easy to feed? We are so busy, but we don't have time to tidy up."

"Relax! I will raise them very well." Peng Chen said with great ambition.

Qianmai smiled knowingly, wound up the yarn ball, took out four bamboo needles, and continued the yarn project at hand.

"I mean it." Peng Chen went back and forth between the balcony and the entrance, seeing Qian Mai's face full of wind and light, thinking she didn't believe it.

"I didn't say you were fake!?" It's because you are subconsciously not confident. There was still a faint smile like a cherry blossom on his face, beautiful as beautiful, but still indifferent, making Peng Chen gloomy: "My wife, let's make a bet. If my two dishes are supported, what would you say? "

"Praise you!" Qianmai answered casually.

Peng Chen became very interested in an instant, but he has a certificate for everything. You can't be too hard to be a man. It's better to ask some things clearly: "What if you don't feed?"

"Laugh at you!" This time, Latent Wheat finally looked up at him from the pile of wool, tilted her head, her eyes were charmingly flowing, and she paused and said, "Or, you prefer to sit on a tiger bench, fill with chili water, or Was it a violent meal and drove out to sleep on the street?... "She is very democratic, with many answers, and she is free to choose.

"No, no... These will be saved. I will definitely feed them." Peng Chen burst into sweat, didn't Shakespeare say that women in love are the stupidest? The man in his family is sometimes confused, but why is it all the other way around at the critical moment. Stop talking, pick up the potted plant and run to the balcony to pick it up.

After a while, the potted plants were ready. Peng Chen washed his hands and walked to the living room sofa to sit next to him. I was okay, I grabbed a pillow and played with him, his eyes patrolling around the room.

The new house is a bit messy, and some small objects are left at random and haven't been placed yet. Rao is so, the taste of home has been exuded. The procurement task is almost over. Except for the customized items or the items to be ordered outside, most of the daily necessities are already in place. If you move faster, you can move in next week.

"What are you knitting?" Peng Chen thought it was amazing. Qianmai could actually fly the needle while watching TV, while swiftly flying needles and wires, without looking at the movements in his hands, and making no mistakes. There are even spare time to look at him and give him a reply.

"Knit a sweater for a cartoon girl, that pattern on her is too plain."

Peng Chen silently mourned, how could this treatment be so different. The little Peng he picked couldn't sneak into her eyes, so she put it on the three-dimensional air conditioner and it was done. The little Qian Peng she picked was extremely fond and carried into the bedroom, and now she even knitted a sweater for her.

However, of course Peng Chen knew that he could not hold on to injustice. The reason is simple. Who can make him know how to knit? So, poor little Pengqian, just spend the winter with the air conditioner.

"You have been very free lately, isn't the company busy?" Qianmai asked. Normally, she would not ask about his company. In fact, compared with before, he has been too idle lately and not doing business properly.

"Fortunately! The villa is supported by Shen Zhou, and the restaurant has a dedicated person in charge. However, I have to go to the Wenzhou head office the day after tomorrow. There is a meeting to be held. By the way, I will review the business plans of the stores during the Spring Festival..."

Peng Chen said a lot, and Qianmai said with a light "Oh", and the following was gone. In the silent room, there is only the dialogue on the TV. A certain movie channel is broadcasting a Hollywood movie. With the ups and downs of the plot, the two gradually became fascinated.

However, something went wrong gradually. The heroes and heroines began to play, and they seemed to be very hungry and thirsty.

Latent Wheat is a bit unsettling, and with a shake of his hands, the wool in his hand misses a stitch. Sorrowful, quickly lowered his head to remedy. Thinking about it, anyway, the ambiguous lens usually goes quickly when the head is lowered and raised, and they are all adults. At this moment, they are eager to adjust the stage, and they seem to be overwhelmed.

According to her technique, it took less than 0.1 second to fill the needle, and it took a second to froze, but the gasp in her ears seemed to be getting louder and louder.

Damn it, it's not over yet! Latent wheat is like sitting on pins and needles, pretending to look around for the remote control, swiping the corner of his eyes over the TV, just a glimpse, he was immediately violently shocked.

God! In the blue sky and white sun, on the empty ruins of the building, the hero and the heroine are actually "old tree vines"...

The bomb in his head was instantly ignited, but what detonated was Peng Chen's face with glowing eyes and relish. Of course, what Peng Chen didn't watch was TV, but stared at the latent wheat whose complexion was red and white.

The scene can no longer be described as "embarrassing to burst", reason seems to disappear suddenly, and only the instinctive roar is left: "Don't turn it off quickly!"

After receiving the order, Peng Chen blushed, pretending to be calm, looking around for the remote control. Finally, I found the remote control under Xiao Peng's ass, but the hot shot was over. However, he still tuned in very obediently.

It stands to reason that a certain news channel is absolutely safe. But the heavenly soldiers are so immortal, today's legal column is actually talking about the case.

ORZ! The remote control froze in his hands, and a group of crows flopped in front of them!

Not daring to see Qianmai's reaction, Peng Chen buried his head in the pillow, shaking his shoulders uncontrollably. Recalling that she had just blushed in embarrassment but pretended to be nonchalant, cautious and eager to cover up, the long-suffered smile was released from her chest bit by bit, and the last burst of laughter was out of control.

Damn it, is it so funny

"Don't laugh! It's so terrible, it's like an owl!" Qian Mai was completely annoyed, and he grabbed a pillow and threw it over. Then, abandoning the wool in his hand, he quickly hid in the kitchen and became a unified one.

When the parents of Qianmai were very busy, when Nan Weiwei was fried in bitter gourd with cabbage, she was again caught up with coptis.

At the moment, in the assistant room of the general manager, Nan Weiwei was holding the express parcel that was just signed in one hand, and clenching her pink fist tightly, angrily and helplessly wanting to throw the keyboard.

If it were said that in the live TV broadcast of the groundbreaking ceremony of Yuehu Villa, she could still be regarded as the wrong person. Then, when she met Shen Zhou at the door of "Xin Peng Ji", she had a bad premonition that she might encounter a rainy day when she leaked the house.

These days, she was unconsciously tight, but the result was unexpectedly calm. I was secretly glad that Shen Zhou would not openly mutilate his compatriots in the country despite his face, the express arrived unexpectedly.

He also said that he has become more open-minded and has a human touch. It turns out that he has gone to collect evidence.

Looking at the large stack of copies of IOUs handwritten in her hand, Nan Weiwei slammed her forehead against the computer desk in pain. Shen Zhou, who was so angry that he had settled Chen's account, was even more angry with himself, who had been so embarrassed and unsatisfied these years, that he was so ashamed that he could even cry.

It turned out that in these years in the UK, apart from doing all the stupid things regardless of her self-esteem and her studies, she actually owed so many debts.

She is grateful to Shen Zhou.

Amongst the wave of blond and blue-eyed strangers in a foreign country, what could be more gracious than classmates from the same language. Although he went abroad and was free from the control of his parents and teachers, Shen Zhou's life was embarrassingly unruly. However, when she was sad and aggrieved, she could not help but walk downstairs to his apartment.

That person's standards are always high, the courses he chooses are always difficult and obscure, and the tutors he chooses are also tricky and weird. She followed innocently, reading hard a hundred times harder. Because she didn't want to lose face in front of him, she pulled down her face and begged Shen Zhou to solve all the problems, and all the homework papers were revised and corrected with Shen Zhou's help with the help of she used housework to pay for work and the IOUs that had been intimidated by N many.

Because of this, she also avoided Shen Zhou.

No one knew better than him, she was embarrassed and unbearable in London. On more than one occasion, on a London campus, he saw her tears down. He hated iron for not making steel, and berated her not to humiliate Yizhong and the Ossayban led by him.

Therefore, when she got the degree and certificate, she felt a little grateful in her heart that she could finally live without looking at his face, and even forgot to make an appointment to go to him after the graduation ceremony to book a flight back to China. That afternoon, under the persuasion of Aunt Luo and Sister Jin Yun, Zhang Luo changed his mind and moved into Ji's house.

… Possibly, this is the retribution of her ungratefulness… In the end, instead of accomplishing the good deeds near the water, she ended up in a miserable escape.

Well, since you can't escape, it's better to pay off the debt and clean up. Whether it was being ridiculed by Shen Zhou or even building up a pile of capital and interest, she recognized it. Just ask God, don't let my cousin know about these things, otherwise it won't be as easy as being scolded for "embroidered pillows and a bag of grass".

After work, Nan Weiwei rushed into the supermarket immediately and bought a lot of buckets, rags, detergent, and washing powder. The level of proficiency is comparable to that of housewives. It can be seen that these things have not been done less before. Wheezes apartment door panting arrive at the designated time impartial exactly seven o'clock.

Shen Zhouyi opened the door in white casual clothes with a book, glanced at the preparation tools in her hand, nodded with satisfaction, and said coldly: "Come in, remember to buy some food tomorrow."

Buy your head! This is not London, and the streets are full of authentic Chinese food with delicious flavors and flavors. If he can't solve it, she has to cook. It's just slavery! Enslavement! ! Enslavement! ! !

"I got it." Nan Weiwei slandered thousands of words in her belly, her mouth was dare not say a word. After taking advantage of others, I ran away. It was a guilty conscience. I looked at Shen Zhou Binghan's face, and then smiled without any promise: "It's been a long time since I saw you, how are you?..."

Shen Zhou raised his eyebrows, with an expression of honour: "Your next sentence, is it because you want to tell me that you miss me very much during this time?"

"Eh?" Nan Weiwei was choked successfully, followed behind and entered the door silently. Maybe her cousin got it right, she really doesn't have the talent for business and entertainment. Otherwise, when he speaks, he will be refuted to be speechless.

Although the apartment sparrow is small and well-equipped, it is the kind of open and finely decorated rental house that can be moved in with a bag. A pile of unorganized suitcases and sundries on the ground was clearly waiting for her to clean up. Depressed, this person has enslaved her, he is really rude for years!

"You want to live in Huayang for a long time?" Don't.

"Well, I will work with Peng Chen in the future." A sentence completely broke her illusion, and Shen Zhoukuo looked like someone owed him hundreds of millions. Lie down on the bed without any evasiveness, neither turning over the old accounts, nor recounting the old days, with her feet cocked, turning over the book in her hand, and opening her mouth again as a slave: "First play the piano and listen..."

well! Not one song, not one song, but one point. The quantifier used wisely by the great two young masters of Shen family.

In the chaos of the room, a white ivory piano, BOSENDORFER, is placed near the window. When did Huayang’s rental apartment put such an expensive piano? He really didn't even help her!

Nan Weiwei curled her lips, avoided the smelly socks on the floor and walked over to her fate. The green hand picked up a few dirty clothes on the piano, lifted the piano cover, and slowly adjusted the keys.

A long time ago, according to the Second Young Master Shen, who slept in a big font on the bed, he claimed that his noble and elegant living habit was that he had to listen to piano music every day to fall asleep. Since then, she has been practicing the piano art for many years, and her only use has been to play a lullaby for him.

"What do you want to hear today?"

The second youngest of the Shen family, Yaxing: "Be enthusiastic and unrestrained."

Nan Weiwei smiled bitterly, he really took it as an order. As soon as the slender hand fell, the sound stream of "Bumblebee Flying" wafted up and down...

This night, Shen Zhoumeng's two delicate hands flew up and down like butterflies.

This night, Nan Weiwei was besieged by wild bees in her dream, and she was stung all over her head. The next day, I overslept, ignored the big dark circles under the eyes, and the muscles and bones aches after doing housework. I hurried to the company with an empty stomach, and was faced with Nan's cold-eyed flying knife.

The excitement of Great Friday disappeared suddenly.

It's just that God doesn't seem to have played enough with her yet.

After a phone call, Nan Haoran's real right-hand man asked for leave, spread a few things in front of her, and hurried away without any explanation. In the assistant's room, the telephones kept ringing one after another. All she could do was to keep taking notes and then transfer the calls to the general manager's room.

Every time Nan Haoran answered a phone call, she would frown and look at her silently through the glass window. She didn't need to be stern, and she didn't need to cross her eyebrows coldly. Just a casual glance was enough to make her stiff and shrink behind the computer. The brain was panicked.

During the lunch break, Qian Mai's conscience discovered that he took the lunch box that "Xin Peng Ji" had just delivered to the assistant room of the general manager. When I was about to knock on the door, I heard the voice faintly.

"... Am I asking you to write? A lot of bells and whistles!"

"... Take it back and rewrite it."

"... There is only one standard, which is to turn it into money. Money can't be changed. No matter how beautiful it is, it is a pile of waste paper..."

I probably understand what's going on inside, and dare to feel that this iceberg is the same as Yang Gongjian. You can make friends with just what kind of person you are.

Well, if I don’t go to hell, who goes to hell. Nan Weiwei, I'm here to save you!

Qian Mai sighed, opened the door and raised the food box in his hand: "Weiwei, eat together?"

Nan Weiwei's eyes suddenly lit up when she heard the sound. God, Lord Buddha, God, you finally blessed me once.

The show is done to the end, facing Nan Haoran, who has a thousand-year-old iceberg face, Qian Mai immediately has a surprised expression: "I'm sorry, Mr. Nan, I don't know where your lunch break is here..."

"It's okay, let's eat." Nan Haoran was also friendly, glanced at Nan Weiwei who was surprised that she was not dead, then looked at the respectful Qianmai, got up and took the door to go out.

The moment the office door closed, Nan Weiwei stood up "suddenly", stroked her heart exaggeratedly, and let out a long breath: "If this goes on, I will get a heart attack sooner or later."

"Is it so scary?"

"You'll know if you come here every day."

"That's forgiving." Qianmai Xie Bumin. For Nan Haoran, although she wouldn't be like Nan Weiwei as a mouse meets a cat, she definitely doesn't like to encounter it often. The look of the leader is too purposeful and too aggressive, which is completely comparable to X-ray, and no one can bear it after being irradiated for a long time.

"Okay, go to my place for dinner." Nan Haoran's pantry was eating, not to mention Nan Weiwei, she couldn't swallow it herself.

The kindness of Qianmai, Nan Weiwei had no blessing to enjoy, waved her hand, grabbed the marketing plan that Nan Haoran regarded as "waste paper", fell back and fell into the chair accurately. Touching his empty and deflated belly, he let out another helpless sigh: "Stop eating! I have to hurry up and rewrite it."

Qianmai disagreed, and stretched out her hand to pull her: "Isn't it just a case of practicing hands, so nervous? Rest tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, there is too much time."

Nan Weiwei couldn't live or die, called up the file, and leaned closer and whispered: "Actually, Sunday is my parents’ silver wedding anniversary. I want to help them celebrate. Today, I will return to Jintian immediately after get off work to make preparations. I don’t have time. I wrote this."

What a caring daughter! Since she Nan Weiwei can move the sky by filial piety, then I can also be loyal to Yuntian. Without thinking about it, Qianmai patted Nan Weiwei's shoulder proudly: "You can rest assured to prepare. This thing... I'll take care of it for you."

"Really?" Nan Weiwei's eyes glowed, and she leaped forward like a rocket, and hugged Qianmai: "Mai, you are so cute, I really love you so much..."

"OK! OK! Can you eat with peace of mind now?" Qianmai couldn't eliminate the beauty, and was almost out of breath.

As a result, a series of exquisite, elegant, delicious, delicious, flavorful meals were stunned by the two who had eaten them into a "sweet meeting". What GRE, what finance, what a devil professor, what a graduation reply, when you go to the workplace and shopping malls that turn your face and don't recognize people, they all become fluttering clouds. Those days of "speaking of sorrow for composing new words", now it seems how ecstasy they are. (To be continued, if you want to know what is going on, please visit www.qidian.com, there are more chapters, the author is supported, and the genuine reading is supported!)