Huddled in a corner of the bed, with the quilt wrapped up to his neck, Fang Jing's mouth trembled as he looked at the seven hundred yuan.
What is this for?
What do you mean?
Is there anyone who bullies people like this?
"Let's go! If you can't get out of bed, just rest first. I'll bring you an old hen to supplement your sleep after get off work."
The door closed with a muffled sound, and the only sound left in the room was short breathing.
An inexplicable bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and Fang Jing didn't know what he should say. Even though Yang Ning showed her bestiality last night, she was very aggressive and always took the initiative, but he knew that this was the first time for both parties.
There is a weak heart hidden under the strong appearance. From the drunken Yang Ning's mouth, Fang Jing knew that she was too depressed and could not breathe.
A girl graduated from college and started working in the entertainment industry, a place where dragons and snakes are mixed. Only she knows how hard and tiring she is.
It took a lot of effort to bring out Chen Haibo, but a one-night stand threw him into the abyss and he couldn't climb out.
It's much easier to follow Fang Jing now, but the backlog in my heart for so many years cannot be released in a day or two.
God knows how much courage she mustered up to reach out to the sleeping Fang Jing last night.
"Click! The door opens!"
Yang Ning poked her head in and saw Fang Jing counting money.
The most fearful thing in the air is the sudden silence.
Fang Jing was so impatient that he wanted to dig into the cracks in the ground. He spoke righteously and agreed that there would be no money. He just picked up the money before he left. The key was still caught.
But it was really a misunderstanding. He was confused and just took the money in a daze. He didn't expect that Yang Ning would fight back.
"Ahem! Is something wrong?"
After taking it all, there is no use in explaining it. Fang Jing looks like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water.
"Um...I just remembered that I can't get out, so I have to trouble you to take me for a ride."
"Okay, just wait a minute. I'll take a shower and go with you. I'll go to work just in time."
Looking around, Fang Jing, who was hiding under the quilt, wanted to find a bath towel to wrap around his body, but he couldn't find it.
Yang Ning didn't even blink, leaning against the door and just watching.
Gritting his teeth, Fang Jing bent over and picked up a random piece of clothing from the ground and put it on himself.
"Pfft! Hahahaha!"
Seeing what he was wearing, Yang Ning burst out laughing instantly.
Fang Jing looked down and his face darkened instantly.
This is a translucent house gown. It looks like it’s not worn. You don’t have to think twice to know that it belongs to Yang Ning.
With a cold snort, Fang Jing straightened his chest and raised his head, walking past Yang Ning in a majestic manner.
Didn’t watch anything yesterday!
Ten minutes later, after taking a shower, Fang Jing changed his clothes and went downstairs. Yang Ning was cleaning the battlefield and putting the crooked sofa and coffee table in the living room back into place.
After doing all this, I brought a mop and mopped the floor.
"Don't you need to wash your face?"
Looking at Yang Ning with messy hair, Fang Jing was confused.
"Right away! What's the rush? There are so many things to do, they have to come one at a time."
Feeling panicked, Yang Ning forced herself to finish mopping the floor, then ran upstairs to wash her face.
She woke up in a hurry this morning. When she woke up, she just wanted to run away quickly, without even having time to wash her face.
Half an hour later, I got Yang Ning's access card at the property management office. The two went to work together. They also bought breakfast at a small shop on the street and arrived at the studio at ten o'clock.
"Hello, Mr. Fang!"
"Hello, Sister Ning!"
The studio staff didn't ask much about the two people who came to work at ten o'clock.
Is there any need to ask? Yang Ning is radiant and energetic, and her body has a bit of indescribable charm.
Fang Jing's eyes were dull, his complexion was slightly pale, and he couldn't walk smoothly. It was obvious that his body was hollowed out.
"Fang Jing, your driver's license is here, remember to register." Yang Ning, who was about to enter her office, suddenly turned around and said.
"Yeah, got it!"
Some time ago, I didn't have a driver's license, so I kept putting off the process of registering for a household. The car could only drive around the villa area, and Fang Jing had already been itching for a long time.
Beautiful cars, beautiful women, few men can escape these two things, and he is no exception.
…
In the afternoon, a black car drove along the streets of Shanghai.
"Damn! Are you driving so fast to get reincarnated?"
In the last few seconds of the traffic light, the owner of the BYD car was about to rush past, when suddenly a black Volkswagen blocked his path.
"Is the public so crazy? Do you really think that I, the Twelfth Prince of Sanhuan, am a vegetarian?"
"Husband, turn around and overtake him. I'm in a hurry."
"Look! It only takes seconds."
The driver of a BYD car, a middle-aged man, stepped on the accelerator and was about to make a showy move when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the letters on the back of Volkswagen and hurriedly braked.
"Red flags carry a microphone, public signs carry letters. If you don't have any money, stay away."
This is what the instructor said at the driving school.
"Overtake him! The red light is almost over!"
"Ahem, cough, cough, the road is too narrow, we should wait first, we don't miss these few seconds."
Inside the Volkswagen, Fang Jing was driving. This Phaeton was the car he bought for 2 million. It has a 12-cylinder engine with a displacement of 6.0 and a lot of horsepower.
The main thing is that it's low-key enough. If you don't pay attention, it's almost the same as the public.
"Didi!"
In the car, Fang Jing honked the horn. On the sidewalk, students who were halfway there smiled and nodded, and quickly ran over with their schoolbags on their backs.
“The weather is so sunny today and the scenery is beautiful everywhere!”
In the car, Fang Jing hummed a song happily, and his body seemed to have regained a lot of energy after being squeezed dry yesterday.
Once upon a time, his dream was to buy a car. In his previous life, he had a battery car in high school, but it disappeared after he knocked down an old man four or five meters away on the way to school.
Now his car dream has come true.
After dozens of seconds, the red light flashed, he stepped on the accelerator, and Fang Jing left in a flash.
Although I never learned how to get a driver's license in my previous life, through this period of practice, getting on the road is not a problem.
Driving is not difficult, it is very simple, just use the accelerator and the brake. Junior high school students can learn it in two hours.
The hard part is driving the car well without causing an accident!
Although Fang Jing's driver's license went through the back door, his subjects two and four were taken to the driving school to take the test.
…
When I returned to the villa in the afternoon, Yang Ning had already arrived and was cooking in the kitchen.
It wasn't even time to get off work yet, so both of them skipped work.
There is a TV and carpet in the living room, as well as a few flower arrangements and green plants. There are firewood, rice, oil and salt in the kitchen cabinet, and there is unfinished wine on the small bar.
Smelling the aroma of food in the air, Fang Jing felt a bit human.
"Sit down first, you'll be ready soon!"
It feels a little more like home.
"Did you buy all these furniture?"
"Well! I still have some money in my hand. I bought some when I passed by the furniture market today. If you don't want it someday, just throw it away..."
"If you don't want it for free, why throw it away?"
Taking off his coat, Fang Jing went to the kitchen to wash his hands, "How can I help you?"
"Cut the onions, ginger, and garlic and sauté them! Don't burn them!"
"no problem!"
The hand raised and lowered the knife, and a rhythmical sound of the knife fell sounded.
"Hey! Can't you tell, you can also cook?"
An expert would know if it was there as soon as he made a move. When Yang Ning heard the sound of the knife, she knew that Fang Jing was a good cook, and he still did it a lot.
Just looking at his half box of instant noodles was a bit hard to explain.
"Have you forgotten where I come from? A poor child has been in charge of the family for a long time. My mother left when I was in junior high school. My father left to work and never came back. I am in charge of the house. If I can't even cook, I will starve to death."
"Then you still eat instant noodles?"
"I don't have the heart to cook. I'm alone when I go out. I'm used to eating everything."
In Fang Jing's opinion, a few dollars for instant noodles is about the same as hundreds of dollars for steak.
Growing up, what others looked forward to the most was the holidays, and what he wanted to forget the most was the holidays.
Celebrating days always bring up many uncelebratory things, which is the reason for his resistance.