In the morning, Zhan Tianye stretched out and opened the door to open the shop, but was invited over by Zuo Yixu, who was waiting for a chance to have a hearty breakfast.
After eating and drinking, I went to the sales department and saw the store door wide open.
Shocked, I walked into the store and saw that the originally chaotic products had been neatly classified and placed, and they had been wiped clean. There was a faint scent of jasmine in the air.
I suspected that I had gone to the wrong door.
He turned around and walked out and looked up at the signboard. Yes, it was his shop!
When I came in again, I saw a four-eyed girl wearing gray casual clothes, a haircut, and big black-rimmed glasses, coming out of the bathroom holding a vase with red carnations.
"Hey, who are you?!"
Zhan Tianye crossed his hands on his chest and stared at this unimpressive guest with a very unhappy tone, "How did you get in?!"
Just kidding, the anti-theft system door lock he and Amano designed is impossible for ordinary people to open.
The four-eyed girl placed the vase on the table, straightened her eyes, and grinned, "Boss, it's me, Ji San'er!"
Zhan Tianye was so shocked that he almost stopped standing, "Ji San'er?!"
It's the same thing every time, and I didn't recognize the same person three times!
Yi Qingqing pushed her glasses up to her nose and winked mischievously, "I'm not surprised, I'm not surprised!"
Then he added, "I put on makeup specially so as not to scare you. How about it? I look much more pleasing to the eye now."
Zhan Tianye looked carefully and determined that it was Yi Qingqing from his voice and body shape, and asked in confusion: "How did you get in?!"
Yi Qingqing came over, sat Zhan Tianye on a chair, and poured a cup of hot tea. "The door was unlocked. It opened with a slight pull. When I saw how messy it was, I cleaned it up."
In the last life, she was his apprentice. Time went back ten years and technology was not yet developed. Opening a door was a piece of cake.
"The door is unlocked?!" Zhan Tianye stared at Yi Qingqing's indifferent face with a look of disbelief.
"Yes, it's unlocked." Yi Qingqing opened her eyes seriously and said nonsense, "Have you forgotten?"
At this time, Zuo Yixu came in carrying a big box, "Hey, sister, why did you cut your hair?"
This look is so earthy!
Yi Qingqing raised her eyes and said, "Start from the beginning!"
Yesterday, she successfully got rid of the people who were arranged by He Lianting to spy on her. She can no longer use that coquettish look. She has to start over again and start from scratch. The current country look is not easy to attract attention.
Zhan Tianye took a sip of tea to calm down his shock. When he saw Zuo Yixu coming in, he asked, "What's going on with you?"
Zuo Yixu smiled playfully, "Brother Long, the delivery is here. I have nothing to do and will help you unload the goods."
After saying that, he ran directly into the back warehouse with the goods in his arms.
Zhan Tianye was confused and said to himself, "I ordered the goods? When did I order it? I remember that I haven't placed the order yet..."
Zuo Yixu's response came from the warehouse, "When I was buying breakfast in the morning, I walked around the store and my itchy hands invaded your computer. I found that you didn't have time to place an order, so I helped you by the way."
"Bang!" The teacup in Zhan Tianye's hand fell to the table.
This kid actually hacked into his computer and helped place an order!
"Brother Long, just accept us siblings."
Yi Qingqing knelt down at Zhan Tianye's feet and started massaging him, who was diligent and suspicious of life. "We, my sister and my brother, are orphans and we don't have high education. Look at how clean my hygiene is. You are a single man, so...
We need a handyman, but Xiaoxu is good at cooking and has the potential to be a hacker. From now on, we will have three meals a day for free. We only need to teach us some skills. It will be cost-effective no matter what."
While talking, he got the wallet that Zhan Tianye carried with him without leaving any trace.
