Chapter 112： (2/2)
The body of six hundred and sixty is almost roasted by the sun, the fur is on the ground, and the tongue is stuck on the wall.
Cheng Xiu went to clean up the guest room, walked down the stairs while holding a large pile of used sheets and was thrown into the washing machine. Then he poured a bottle of sanitizing detergent and turned it around.
He An was still physically weak, and he was tired with the heat. He set up a chaise lounge under the promenade and fell asleep under a blanket.
Zheng Feiyu went back to the inn to rest every afternoon and stepped into the door, often seeing such a picture, no less than ten. He would first say hello to Dai Xiao and Cheng Xiu, and then handed Lily a piece of milk cake today, then he would put a blanket on He An, who was sleeping, and finally went to rest in his room.
He lived in Qingguo Inn for three months, and everyone was used to his existence.
For three months and nearly a hundred days, his performance every day was beyond reproach.
The inn is in trouble. As long as he asks for help, no matter how big or small the situation is, he will not quit. It is simpler to make a plan and let Dai Xiao solve it by himself. When they show up, they are eradicated directly, and they can be done on the same day without delaying to the next day, as if they were holding a life-saving stopwatch.
This style is bad when it's bad, and neat when it's good. It works really well when dealing with problems.
Ever since Zheng Feiyu moved in, Qingguo Inn has no more troubles to resolve, because all the signs that might cause the situation to expand have been strangled to death. After more similar experience, trust gradually accumulated, and even Dai Xiao's attitude towards him eased a lot. When he met on a weekday, he nodded and greeted him, and he was regarded as half a friend.
Dai Xiaoshang is still like this, and Lily of the Valley naturally goes without saying.
When the little girl was still in her mother's womb, she was afraid of Zheng Feiyan. She was soaked with pheromone, and it was not easy to break the connection between the two.
In order to get closer to his daughter soon, Zheng Feiyu had to use another connection to replace it: every afternoon, he sent a freshly baked milk cake to Suzuran. Over time, Lily of the Valley formed a conditioned reflex-as long as he smelled Zheng Fei's pheromone, he knew that there would be a sweet and creamy milk cake, and naturally he would not be disgusted.
This may be a bit mean, but it works.
Summer nights are hot and the stars are full of sky.
The family of Qingguo Inn gathers in the small living room to cool off every night. The TV shows a star reality show, the coffee table is filled with iced sandy watermelon, the sofa is covered with a layer of cool bamboo rafters, and 666 is lazily lying on a cat hammock.
Zheng Feiyu has performed well recently and is allowed to participate.
Most of the time, the atmosphere is harmonious. Eat a few watermelons, drink a cup of lemon tea, and talk about the new words that Lily of the Valley have learned recently. But occasionally, the iniquity he had created jumped out coldly, tripping him hard.
For example, tonight, Fei Zheng went into the living room as usual. Dai Xiao and Cheng Xiu were both there, and they were holding their cell phones and eating chicken in double rows. Two strange short-haired girls sat on the sofa watching the entertainment broadcast with great interest. It was probably that a new and up-and-coming singer sent a digital album and the sales peaked overnight.
He An accompanied Lily of the Valley to sit in the middle of the carpet, and spread out various bottles and jars in front of it. There were small plates, small frying pans, and carrots, bananas, chicken legs, tofu, and cauliflower made of plastic ... Unscrew it, put a few carrots in it, screw the lid up again, and shake it vigorously. After a while, unscrew the lid and pour out the carrots.