"Hey, Bai, are you going home today too? Are you really not going to play with James's house with us?"

The woman with long blonde hair caught up with the oriental man who looked very young with her book. She was not at all implicit, and even wanted to reach out to tease the man.

"Sorry, Jenny, my friend is still waiting for me, and, my name is Zibai, not Bai, I don't want to say it for the third time."

Gongsun Zibai pushed the glasses on his nose, corrected her name, and soon ruthlessly threw her away and left in a hurry.

Jenny was a little depressed when she saw him walking away ruthlessly.

Several girls behind him chased after him and saw that she was the only one, chattering.

"Jenny, why are you the only one here?"

"Yes, yes, aren't you going to invite me?"

"How is it? Did he still not agree?"

"He is really a mysterious oriental, oh my god, like Mr. Wilson."

Jenny shook her hair.

"There's no way, or he really has something to do, let's go, even if he doesn't come, we can have fun."

She said as she turned around and left, but there was still a hint of disappointment in the corner of her eyes.

After leaving the school, Gongsun Zi walked two streets in vain before taking off the flat mirror on his nose.

As soon as he took it down, his soft appearance suddenly became more sharp.

Several passers-by didn't pay attention just now and instantly stared at them.

Gongsun Zibai gently pinched the bridge of his nose. It has been a month since he was still a little uncomfortable with life abroad.

Especially, foreigners are really too open in some ways, which makes them feel uncomfortable.

There are also countless party invitations every day, which really makes him refuse even if he refuses.

Gongsun Zibai really couldn't say the real reason for rejection.

He sighed, took out a mask and put it on, and hurried over a house outside the school.

The style of a three-story house is very common. The white fence outside the door also carries a white small flower swaying in the wind, going up the stairs. There is a wreath of woven flowers of the same color hanging on the door, which looks extremely warm.

Gongsun Zibai saw the familiar door, breathed a sigh of relief and gently pushed open the door.

"Hmm? Are you here in a hurry? There is another hot one, so you will be able to have a meal soon."

As soon as I entered the door, what floated over was the familiar smell of the meal and Mu Sheng’s crappy Mandarin.

Gongsun Zibai responded, then washed his hands and walked to the man wearing an apron.

"Is there anything I need to help?"

Mu Sheng grinned, "Take a photo of garlic on your phone. I cut the chicken with white and dip it yesterday."

He used his chin to indicate the direction of the garlic. Gongsun Zibai immediately nodded and stretched out his finger to help break the garlic.

He had never done housework, but during the period of one month abroad, he gradually learned a lot of housework.

For example, peeling garlic, washing dishes, and drying clothes.

Although not much, gradually, Gongsun Zibai learned it.

He originally didn't look like he had any wrinkles and had a very good maintenance of ten fingers, and gradually he had a thin layer of calluses, which seemed to be more manly.

After peeling the garlic, Mu Sheng soon stewed the soup here. The dishes were served and they could only sit on the dining table for two people, the radish yam soup, and a few dishes for serving meals, all of which were authentic Cantonese flavors.

Gongsun Zi took a look at the yam, a little surprised.

"Are there any yams sold here?"

Mu Sheng laughed as soon as he heard this.

"It's possible. I asked me to send me a free shipping here. Don't you think about it? I'll give it more."

He said as he took Gongsun Zibai's soup bowl and gave him a bowl of yam.

Gongsun Zibai was stunned.

Mu Sheng asked his family to air transport it?

He quickly took the bowl with both hands, and then said helplessly.

"You don't have to do this. I just talk casually. Why are you troubled by your parents?"

It was when he was reading the book the day before yesterday that he suddenly saw an illustration of yam and said casually that he wanted to drink yam soup.

Unexpectedly, Mu Sheng remembered it and asked his parents to air transport yam over?

Mu Sheng waved his hand.

"You don't want to drink wine, I'm thinking too. Come on, come on, so soy soup."

Gongsun Zibai had no choice but to see him talking about the topic again. After thinking about it, he decided to get up early tomorrow to make breakfast for Mu Sheng, which was also considered as a reward for him.

After the two of them had dinner, Gongsun Zibai helped clean the table and wash the dishes as usual, and then entered the studio.

But not long after, he packed up a sketch board in the studio and came out, and happened to run into Mu Sheng, who was wearing a suit and ties to go out.

"You're going out now?"

Gongsun Zi was stunned for a moment.

When he saw Mu Sheng cooking at home today, he thought Mu Sheng had nothing to do today.

Mu Sheng nodded and was entangled with his tie.

He doesn't wear a tie very often and forgets a little.

"There is epilepsy in Gongxili, let's go and have a look in our country."

Gongsun Zibai walked over, patted his hand off, and tied a tie with his fingers.

"In this way, then you can take me all the way? Just put me down in the park."

Mu Sheng looked at the bow tie in front of the mirror and gave him a thumbs-up.

"Let's go for a problem!"

Near the park, Jenny and others laid a huge picnic cloth, and more than a dozen men and women brought a bunch of fried chicken, burgers and beer, and were playing games together. From time to time, a burst of wanton laughter came, demonstrating their youth and vitality.

A boy took a sip of beer and suddenly patted the man beside him.

"Hey, James, look over there."

The man who was photographed raised his head lazily, and he was still hugging a petite girl in his arms.

"What's wrong?"

The boy looked at a car parked by the park with a little enviousness, his tone was sour.

"Isn't that car the one we read in the magazine last time? Do you still remember how much it costs? I didn't expect that someone could afford it in such a place."

James also looked over and was stunned for a moment.

Of course he remembered that car. His family had money. He planned to ask his father to buy this car for him during this birthday party.

But his father said he had asked, and the manufacturer of this car did not sell it casually.

They have high requirements for the identity of the person who buys the car.

When James thinks of this, he becomes a little angry.

Go to your identity, go to your request.

No matter how broken a manufacturer is, you won’t make money.

Why is his identity not enough? As long as his father dies, will the money and company belong to him?

Thinking of this, James curled his lips.

"I remember how much money it costs. As long as I want, my dad will give me one. Don't look at it, it's not a rare car."

He said that he lowered his head and wanted to kiss the girl in his arms, but the girl pushed her away with her hands, stood up and patted her butt and left.

"That car can't be bought with money. I thought James, you know, but I didn't expect that it was also an idiot. Bye, I'll go find someone to play with it."

"you!"

James was so angry that he was about to stand up and catch her, and the boy suddenly exclaimed.

"Huh? Isn't it that white from the East?"

As soon as he finished speaking, seven or eight girls suddenly surrounded him.

"Talk about it? Where are you?"

Jenny also came over, and there was a hint of displeasure in her eyes, "You guys have asked for it? Didn't he say he was not available?"

The boy shrugged when he saw them coming around.

"We didn't invite it. I'm saying that he said that the expensive car got off. Look, it's still there."

Everyone looked over.
To be continued...