"Oh, I wish I had gone with you yesterday."

Bulgari Hotel.

Luxury Suite.

Fu Zili was regretting not being able to meet Jiang Chen's beautiful and beautiful girlfriend.

"There are plenty of opportunities, and today is not too late."

Although I drank a lot yesterday, because it was beer, there were no side effects. After a good sleep, I was fine.

"No, I have something else to do today."

Fu Zili shook his head.

Fang Qing looked at him and said with a smile: "Didn't you say you wanted to come to the East China Sea to see him? How come you've arrived, but you've been hiding?"

Fu Zili laughed dumbly.

"When did I hide? I'm in the world and I can't help myself. I'm also a job given by others..."

As he said this, as if in response to his words, the phone call came.

Fu Zili took out his ringing mobile phone, gave Fang Qing a helpless look, stood up and went to answer the phone in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Look, I didn't tell a lie, did I?"

A few minutes later, he came back.

"I also want to go to Dongda University. As you know, the biggest regret in my life is that I never went to college. Alas."

"What you're doing now is better than most people who went to college."

Fang Qing took off her slippers, curled up her legs, and leaned lazily on the sofa.

"To be honest with you, if I could do it all over again, I would definitely study hard. Even if I am not as good as you, I would be able to get into a prestigious university and take two exams."

"Why don't I believe what you say?"

Fu Zili smiled: "To tell you the truth, when I gave up my studies, I was thinking about the use of studying. I might not be able to find a good job if I go to college. If I find a job, I will just work for others. Now I find that I was really young at that time.

Too young and too shallow in knowledge.”

Fu Zili at this time was obviously different from the high-spirited Fu Zili in Shacheng.

"Why is it so profound all of a sudden?"

Fang Qing put her hands on the sofa and supported her head, "Is it not going well at work?"

"without."

Fu Zili smiled and said, "It's just a joke. Don't tell Jiang Chen, lest that guy laughs at me."

Fang Qing smiled.

"When will Jiang Chen come over?"

Fu Zili asked.

"I don't know, if someone has a girlfriend, I have to find something interesting, right?"

Fu Zili suddenly laughed.

"You two."

He sighed.

"Okay, then I'll leave first, the boss is still waiting for me."

Fang Qing nodded.

Fu Zili stood up with his knees up. After standing up straight, he took a few steps and paused.

"I'll see if I can get away early tonight. If it works, let Jiang Chen call his girlfriend and get together. I'll invite you."

"Listen to Boss Fu's arrangements."

Fu Zili laughed.

"gone."

Fang Qing is a very lively character. If you give her a few books, she can stay in a hotel for a whole day without any problem. In this impetuous age, being able to calm down is already a rare advantage.

Jiang Chen came a little later than yesterday, arriving around noon. He guessed that Fang Qing, who was drunk yesterday, needed a little more rest, but when he entered the room, he saw the TV was on.

cartoon.

Peppa Pig.

"How old are you?"

He couldn't help but tease.

Fang Qing, who opened the door for him, turned a deaf ear and collapsed on the sofa again.

"Where's Shurui?"

"She's only a junior in college, so she doesn't have as much free time as me."

One or two of them seemed to be deliberately avoiding taboos.

Fang Qing didn't say much and continued to watch the pigs on TV, feeling at ease.

"Where is Fu Zili? Are you busy again?"

Jiang Chen sat down next to him.

With the growth of national power, Chinese people are becoming more and more confident now, no longer blindly worshiping foreign countries like before. Although there are still some weak people who cannot be helped, at least most people have begun to change their ideas.

It is no longer so easy for foreigners to come in and make money as unscrupulously as before.

"I have thought about becoming a monk and practicing Buddhism, but my current state of mind is not enough."

Jiang Chen was startled and saw the other party drinking tea and looking serious.

"Are you kidding me?"

Fang Qing drank her tea without saying a word.

"You become a monk, what will Uncle Fang and the others do?"

Jiang Chen hurriedly said.

"It doesn't matter, there are many such people now."

Fang Qing said disapprovingly.

"You have seen through the world of mortals. You have experienced everything and have no worries. How old are you? Are you crazy?"

Jiang Chen was anxious, "Uncle Fang and the others worked hard to raise you, you..."

The corners of Fang Qing's mouth rose.

"I'm just teasing you, do you really take it seriously?"

Jiang Chen was startled.

Got teased again.

"nerve."

He couldn't help but laugh and curse.

"Don't make such jokes in the future."

"I heard that there are academic requirements for becoming a monk now. You think you can just get it if you think of it."

"I don't care what degree you have or not. Anyway, if you really dare to do this, I will destroy the temple where you become a monk and see who dares to accept you. I will do what I say."

Jiang Chen is extremely serious.

"Hey, since when did you become so domineering?"

Fang Qing teased.

Jiang Chen drinks tea.

"Don't worry, you don't want to be a monk, why should I become a nun?"

Fang Qing held up the teacup happily.

Jiang Chen almost choked on a mouthful of tea and couldn't even laugh or cry.

Walking out of the Huxin Pavilion, a chubby little girl, about seven or eight years old, with a childlike voice, ran over, struggling to carry a flower basket.

"Brother, buy a flower for this beautiful sister."

The flower baskets are filled with red roses in full bloom, watered and very delicate.

She only reached Jiang Chen's waist and stopped in front of Jiang Chen, raised her little face, and her big eyes were full of hope, making people unable to bear to refuse.

Moreover, she blocked the road and couldn't leave even if she wanted to.

There are almost such "flower girls" in most scenic spots, targeting couples or couples who sell flowers to support their families.

But this little girl seems to have found the wrong target this time.

Jiang Chen and Fang Qing stopped.

Although this little girl has been working since she was young, she wears very clean clothes, a beautiful little skirt, and a round face, which makes her look quite cute.

Jiang Chen knelt down and looked at the little girl at eye level, but did not refuse directly.

"Little sister, how much does your flower cost?"

"Twenty dollars."

The little girl said crisply.

"It's too expensive. Others sell it for ten yuan."

Jiang Chen doesn't have the demeanor of a big brother.

Fang Qing smiled, then bent down, "Little sister, my brother and I are just friends. Your flowers are not suitable for us."

But the little girl didn't know so much. She just wanted to sell the flowers and said anxiously: "Brother, my flowers are all freshly picked, and if you buy a few more, you can get a discount."

The little adult's appearance made Jiang Chen and Fang Qing laugh.

Jiang Chen glanced at her flower basket.

"How many flowers are there in your basket?"

This question seems to be more difficult for the little girl, who is hesitant.

Jiang Chen always maintained a half-crouched posture, took out his wallet, and took out all the cash inside.

not much.

Probably only one or two thousand.

But buying this basket of roses is more than enough.

"I want all your flowers."

Because the little girl was carrying a flower basket with both hands, and her skirt had no pockets, Jiang Chen put the money into the little girl's basket and took out a flower from it.

The little girl looked at him blankly.

"You can give the rest to your other brothers and sisters and go home early."

Jiang Chen touched her head.

"Thank you, big brother!"

Her little face flushed with excitement, the little girl turned around and ran away happily, and the flower basket no longer seemed so strenuous.

"She is much more sensible than when we were children."

Fang Qing smiled lightly.

"Give."

Jiang Chen handed over the rose.

"Give it to me?"

Looking at the red rose in front of her, Fang Qing was slightly stunned.

"I promised to give you flowers as a graduation gift when you graduate at the age of eighteen, but I didn't have the money at that time. It shouldn't be too late to make up for it now, right?"

Fang Qing lost her mind.

"Do you remember?"

Jiang Chen smiled easily.

"Don't forget, in junior high school, I was required to recite texts, and I was always the first to memorize them."

Fang Qing was silent, stretched out her hand and took the flower.

"I've made up for what I owe you."

Jiang Chen laughed heartlessly.

Fang Qing rolled her eyes at him.

"I never said you owed me anything, so stop being so sentimental."
Chapter completed!