Chapter 147： (2/2)

"What do you mean ?!" Cheng Xiu scolded.

"You have a new bed, I don't have it, it's not fair; two single beds, fair, but expensive; a double bed, fair, and cheap." Dai Xiaozheng has a word.

Cheng Xiu was discouraged for a week and decided to pay for a single bed himself, but there is still room in the room for him to put a new bed?

Had to get up every day and kick Dai Xiao to solve the hatred.

He picked up his toothbrush, squeezed a half-pitch of toothpaste on it, and went to the yard to get fresh air.

Cheng Xiu walked all the way to the front of the living room, and glanced at the living room inadvertently. Suddenly his footsteps froze, his eyes were dumbfounded, and the whole person was petrified.

Five seconds later, he turned his head and rushed into the bedroom, quickly rinsing, spitting water, and wiping his face, and then took a dozen quilts to shovel Dai Xiao: "Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng Fei came back!"

"Don't make trouble."

Dai Xiaofan stumbled over.

"Don't sleep, it's true! I saw them kissing in person, in the small living room!" Cheng Xiu swore.

kiss?

Dai Xiao was more convinced that he was dreaming, and the quilt pulled up, covering his head.

Cheng Xiu had to sit alone on the bed, carrying this extremely cruel fact with his thin little shoulders: "He An accepted him, and I will also return it to the West Point House, which I just passed. Is it really good? Not reconciled ... "

Unexpectedly, Zheng Feiyu didn't take back the meaning of Redberry West Point House. After returning to Luojing Town, he didn't even mention an extra word, and chose to continue to be an ordinary barista.

Cheng Xiu became the boss of the former boss, and the breeze was proud.

However, before three days, he took the initiative to throw the manager's position like a hot potato and gave it back to Zheng Feiyu-doing business under the eyelid of Zheng Feiyu, like a poor student solving equations under the eye of a math teacher The pen's hand is shaking, and I always feel that I don't know which number to write down, and I will get a sympathetic sigh.

It's better to run.

On summer nights, the wind is slow and the moon is sparse.

Two rows of red lanterns lit up under the eaves along the river, and the reflection shattered in the waves, dancing like silk. Pedestrians were in pairs, a short-haired girl supported a stool by the bridge, sang folk songs with her guitar, and was lazy and sexy.