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Chapter 9 I don't want to just watch from afar

Ten minutes later, he burped and took the napkin handed over by the snack owner to wipe the oil stains from the corners of his mouth. Cheng Xiaoyu showed his slightly raised belly. Cheng Xiaoyu never cared about body shape. When he was in the countryside, he was fat.

When you are rich, no one cares about looks. A good person and a good family are the criteria for choosing a mate; in the city, few people care about looks. Unless you are the kind of monster with an incredible appearance like Wu Zun, Han Geng, and Lee Jun-ki, otherwise money, status, and power are all important.

This is the standard for being chosen by women. It’s good to be comfortable. In this state, Cheng Xiaoyu feels comfortable and can eat what he likes. The second brother, Zhang Sen, is getting more and more perverted and always yells at himself to lose weight.

I bother!

The sun is the most poisonous at two or three o'clock in the afternoon. This is still in the Northeast. I really don't know how people in the South live. The temperature on the oily roads on the ground is hot to the feet, and the skin exposed to the sun is scalding hot.

The feeling of being roasted.

call!

The moment he stepped into the department store, Cheng Xiaoyu let out a long breath. The central air-conditioning was fully turned on. The temperature inside the building was completely different from that outside. It was very comfortable to cool down inside even if you were not shopping.

We took the escalator all the way to the seventh floor. There were not many people in the mall. It was not a holiday, and the weather outside was hot. Many waiters at the counter were chatting. Did the number of customers exceed the number of service staff in the mall?

Still talking about it.

The seventh floor of the department store is a comprehensive mobile phone store. All brands have counters here. I don’t know what I originally thought. The mobile phone store will be placed on the seventh floor of the department store. Maybe it is because the eighth floor is where the customer service of all manufacturers is located.

Cheng Xiaoyu came here for no other purpose, just to meet someone and chat with someone, which seemed to be a coincidence. If his previous girlfriend was his realistic choice for a mate, then she was ten meters in front of him at this moment.

The woman in the department store uniform at the Nokia counter is the goddess in his mind, at least in the real world and in the social circles he comes into contact with. For Cheng Xiaoyu, she can only be viewed from a distance but not played with.

Zhang Xiaocen, a fresh, elegant and beautiful girl, used to be a sales promoter for Nokia manufacturer in Anhua, and was later transferred to a department store. Cheng Xiaoyu and she can only be said to be acquaintances, not familiar. For more than two years, they only nodded and talked to each other.

The greeting was so familiar that the other person might only know Daewoo but not Cheng Xiaoyu.

There were very few customers, so Cheng Xiaoyu pretended to be in a hurry and walked past Zhang Xiaocen's counter, heading towards the stairs leading to the eighth floor.

"Go to customer service to fix the phone?" Zhang Xiaocen is very tall, not even 170 centimeters tall. The uniform cannot hide his good figure. He is also a attractant in this department store, whether it is customers or business managers of various manufacturers.

On weekdays, she would be willing to run to her counter whenever she had nothing to do. Over the past two years, she had been pursuing countless people, but she had not seen anyone fall in love with her.

"Oh, um, I have two calls to go up and make some calls, aren't you busy?" Cheng Xiaoyu stood still. This kind of conversation had happened to the two of them countless times, and it was always boring.

"not busy."

"I'm going up."

"Um."

We walked around on the eighth floor and took the direct elevator downstairs. When we came here, Xiaoyu just wanted to repeat the same old routine. Walking on the street, we could only nod our heads, and they would have one or two casual conversations with each other on weekdays.

The space is like two parallel lines, with no possibility of intersection. The occasional fluctuations are due to Cheng Xiaoyu's deliberate push.

Whether he was shy or felt he was not qualified, Cheng Xiaoyu didn't know. But just now, Cheng Xiaoyu made a fist with his left hand, as if he might be able to escape the fate of a toad. Is it true that he can't eat swan meat?

"Hey, boss, are you up? I'll treat you to a drink tonight." Before the excitement in his heart had passed, Cheng Xiaoyu became ambitious again. He took out the phone and wanted to share his joy with only one person at this moment.

It's not that Cheng Xiaoyu is selfish, but as a normal person, he will have his own secrets. Just like Zhang Xiaocen, his brother Xiong Wei, who kowtows, does not know its existence. Cheng Xiaoyu has never thought about telling others about the magical left hand. It is not okay to be pulled into slices.

Good thing.

"You earn so much money and you still treat me to dinner. Come to me tonight and I'll treat you to Yatou Caizha." Xiong Wei on the other end of the phone smiled. He made a lot of money, more than 6,000 yuan every month.

, he spent very little. Except for occasionally helping Cheng Xiaoyu and asking him to have a toothpaste ritual, the rest of the money was saved and sent home. When his parents got older, he asked the old man to lease out the land at home.

"I'm right here in Anhua, I'll be there in a minute." Cheng Xiaoyu didn't explain either.

"You kid, oh, well, wait for me." Xiong Wei is not a man of words. He knows very well the state of his brothers' dawdling, and it cannot be said that they are dawdling. If this were in the countryside, a man would spend a year

Earning more than 20,000 yuan is not bad, but I am used to the materialistic nature of big cities. It is difficult to live with more than 20,000 yuan a year. I want to make my brother a higher level if he has a higher vision.

Spicy duck head, various secret braised flavors, the only ramen sold in this medium-sized restaurant, the special spicy duck head, and the special colorful draft beer, sit down and chat with friends, drink draft beer and nibble on the duck head, almost the same

Here is a bowl of piping hot special ramen, this is a favorite drinking spot for the common people nearby.

Cheng Xiaoyu arrived a while earlier and paid two hundred yuan on the counter first. Twenty yellow and black draft beer mugs were placed on the table. In the air-conditioning, Cheng Xiaoyu drank two of them before Xiong Wei came. The heat in his body seemed to go away.

The child was cleared, and he leaned back comfortably in the chair, looking at the familiar environment and familiar location. Now only he and Xiong Wei were left. The second boy, Zhang Sen, was lucky. In Spring City, he was raped by a man who opened an entertainment company in Beijing.

The rich woman took a fancy to him and said she wanted to make him a star. I didn't know what this guy was thinking, so she went with him. She called him a few days ago and said she was sunbathing in Hawaii, but there has been no news since then.

For Cheng Xiaoyu, the second son Zhang Sen is an out-and-out bastard, and he is not worth worrying about. That guy keeps making sarcastic remarks, and he is only concerned about him. But unexpectedly, this guy appears on the phone.

Such a sentence: "You two wait, I will be the first to get rich, and my brother will help you two when the time comes."

Today, my good intentions are like the liver and lungs of a donkey.

"What are you thinking about?" Cheng Xiaoyu, who was just thinking, felt a huge force coming from his back, like an ordinary person being slapped by a bear's paw. He knew who was coming without even looking.

Xiong Wei, wearing jeans and a tight vest, reveals his thick and muscular figure. He has dark skin and looks scary if he doesn't smile. He has bull's-eyes and a broad nose. If his fighting ability is judged by his appearance, Xiong Wei is definitely that kind of person.

If a contestant with a close to perfect score shows some scars and tattoos on his body, his appearance will be even more impressive. (To be continued)

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