Chapter 68 - A rare guest (2/2)

But after the days are passing, it goes easy from my heart slowly.

Plus, I have taken one-month break since I left the nightclub. My thoughts have changed a lot.

Working in the place like nightclub, there are many dirty things like money exchange the sex, corrupt life styles, decadence and downfall. I seemed to be living in darkness.

Stepped out of there and working here, I seem to be living in the bright world. I become an everyman from a man who used to walk in the edge of the society.

This feeling is actually pretty good.

So, when Nanny is back, shall I leave?

I have a pretty good job, I like this working environment, I like these nice colleagues, I like this good working atmosphere. Do I have to leave?

Wouldn’t it be nice to have such a simple but interesting life?

About the ring, to be honest, I don’t think it can bring too much changes to my life. I don’t expect to become a big man by the help of the ring. That’s too dull!

In my imagination, I just need to rely on the help of the ring, make some small fortune, win several lotteries, then buy a decent house and a nice car, live a carefree life of small wealthy owners.

Well, what is the famous saying?

Sleeping to wake up naturally, counting money to hand cramp.

That will be enough to me!

Big bosses like Juan and Jimmy Chou, although they are the top of the people who can throw out millions of monies without a blink. But can they sleep to wake up naturally?

Within such an emotion, I am flirting with the idea in the office all the afternoon. Half year’s business archives I have planned to watch were only finished less than one-third.

At the end of the day, the girls in the Department are all leaving happily. Before Yanny leaves, she comes to knock on my door and laughs: “Get off work now, don’t you go?”

“Well, I’ll go soon.”

“OK! So, I’m leaving now.” She smiles to me, then says, “Chen Yang, thank you! You know my means.”

I look at her eyes and know her immediately.

She’s not so much care about the one thousand money bonus. Compare with her income, one thousand is nearly nothing. Her appreciation is more of I took the responsibility when facing censure from Penny. If it changes a garbage leader, he probably would let her carry the black pan.

“You are welcome!” I look up and smile to her, “And, remember to call me little 5, OK?”

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After work, I don’t back home immediately. I find a lottery shop and buy some lottery with my own and Didi’s birthday numbers. I hesitate for a while and add little moneygrubber’s too.

Because after three days of waiting, before I went to the company this morning, I have used the measuring device to test. Finally, I have waited for my financial fortune comes! Of course, before I pay for the lottery, I put on my ring, and after that I immediately take it back into my wallet.

Then I go to a shopping mall and buy a LV small handbag. My five thousand bonuses haven’t been warmed in my pocket, and they have all been spent.

Have finished these things, I take a taxi to back home with a pleasant mood.

When I enter the door, there seems to be no one in the house, and the lights in the living room are extinguished. I look at the clock. It’s six o’clock. At this hour, Didi and Amy should be at home usually.

I just want to turn the light on, suddenly, a floor lamp in the room lights up! A revolving chair in the living room turns gently.

The person sitting on the chair is facing me with an eccentric smile on her face.

I’m stunned.

Under the light, the smile on her face is very shallow, still so calm and graceful, just a bunch of other meanings in her eyes. She leans her legs up, her fingers are cleverly tapping on the armrest of the chair, and her chin is gently supported by the other hand.

Watching me come in, she seems as calm as a hostess, laughing in a light tone: “You’re back.”

I’m stunned for a few seconds before I can finally react and blurting out: “Why are you here? At my home?”

She is still unhurried, blinking to me: “Your new home is good. The house is clean. Oh, by the way, I almost forget to say that I’ve drank a bottle of beer in your fridge. It tastes good.”

Then she stands up and approaches me. She is so beautiful and I can even smell the charm of her beautiful hair.

I am afraid to look at her, but of frown and say: “Why are you in my house? How did you get in? Miss Vivi Young?”