Yizhen tilted his head to watch the night embers wash the dishes. Suddenly, I felt a little distressed. Just as a woman doesn't let her favorite person chase her for too long, she can't bear to wash all the dishes by herself when she is tired.

Pulling into the kitchen, she looked at him with her hair curled, her lips locked, her sword eyebrows deep, apparently reawakened by the greasy smell of the scraps. Yizhen reached out and took the plate in his hand, and was snatched back by the Night Ash.

"Just be dirty and have fun. ”

"I just want to see if you can wash it, I don't really want to toss you. Yizhen took the plate in his hand: "You might as well be in the dishwasher, I'll come." ”

"Ahh

"Are girls so cute?" Ember refused to let go, rubbing her hair, "I'm serious about washing dishes." ”

"It's best to be serious about something three or five times, and it's natural to be more serious. Yizhen brushed the bowl, she felt that she was still a reasonable person, happiness was trivial management, and she hoped that he could understand.

Of course, Ember understands that picking up another bowl and painting a cat and a tiger doesn't seem to be so unbearable.

After washing the dishes, Ember took a shower before falling asleep, when suddenly there was a sharp knock on the door.

It's twelve o'clock and still excited to sleep, won the lottery?

As soon as the door opened, Yizhen slipped in like a small fish, with a pen and paper in his hand, and a pair of eyes on the bridge of his nose.

Closing the door, she pushed him anxiously. Ember was pushed with a dazed face, and fell on the bed, mistaking his expression, thinking that his face was full of lust. So he took off his clothes and beat him: "What are you doing!

"I'm serious—" he paused, "You're not here to give birth to me." ”

"Who came to you for your extravagance, lewdness, greed, and pleasure!" Yizhen rolled his eyes: "I want to ......"

"Why did you become arrogant, lascivious, greedy, and happy!" Ye Ember interrupted her and grabbed the words: "Who do you think you don't feel lewd again?" I'll find it for you!"

"I didn't mean that—"

"And what do you mean?"

"Stop!" Yizhen made a "pause" gesture: "Let's talk about it later!!"

Ember opened his eyes, grabbed his hair into a chicken nest, erected a small notebook, drew a horizontal line on a line of numbers with a pen, and began to crackle: "My brain is not enough, can you help me calculate, what is the right price for a coffee machine and a grinder?" Assuming that a cup of coffee costs 30 yuan, how many cups of coffee do you have to sell to offset the cost of the coffee machine and grinder without counting the cost of materials and energy?"

"And is marketing done or not...... If I send a cash coupon, how much more do I need to spend to earn back the discount?

"Also, you have to plan a marketing return and marketing frequency for me, I can't lose money!!"

“……”

"You know the operation management, what menu design, product expression, cost control, staff management Balabala, little magic fairy ......"

The corners of Nightshade's mouth twitched, "These companies have special departments, and I look at them directly...... You haven't even skimmed the eight characters, where did you come from so many things!"

"Young master, save me. "Yizhen performed a standard Japanese kneeling salute.

"You take everything from the house, take it all!" "Night Ember shook his hand and threw away the small notebook in Yizhen's hand: "It's not a problem, I haven't finished theorizing with you just now!"

Following.

"I just reconciled with Xue Zimo, which one did you sing again, you were subjected to domestic violence. Liang Xi looked at the black blue on Yizhen's knee and regretted throwing this question.

"Yes, I was abused by the family. Yizhen rolled his eyes, had a big fight in the middle of the night, and accidentally fell off the edge of the bed, fell on his big buttocks, and knocked his knees on his knees.

"What did you ask me to do in the store?" I don't know if it's an illusion, but I really feel that the store is small. I suddenly remembered that there was a large mirror in the store before, lining the two wide rooms, bright as snow shining on the windows. Think of last night's confusion. All right. Yizhen admits that she is thinking too much again. If it were placed in ancient times, she must have been an excellent little eunuch.

"I made an appointment with Jiang Qianqian. Liang Xi looked at the time and stopped in time before Yizhen got up: "The purchase of materials is to make a budget." I watched it last night, and in order to prevent you from complaining about me in the future, you have to participate. ”

I was really a little unhappy, like being poked by a needle. When the door opened, Jiang Qianqian walked in with the wind in the hall, and she really didn't recognize it at first sight.

The folds of the eyes have widened, and there are a pair of eyes similar to hers, the chin should be cushioned, and the mountain roots are high, and the voice is patched together to create a sense of mixed blood. Yizhen sneered, her beauty is just a mess.

“Bonjour！“

It's "hello" in French. Thinking that the two didn't understand, Jiang Qianqian raised her lips.

“Bienvenue。 "I really don't shake hands with Jiang Qianqian.

"You're pretty. "The lip shape is exaggerated, it is the kind of face that can't be changed when you are used to it, and you are shy when you look at everything. Like a pug, he is used to wagging his tail when he meets people.

"Not as beautiful as you. Yizhen glanced at Jiang Qianqian, still remembering Jiang Qianqian and said, "You still have a little bit of a look in these eyes." Teasing and mockery.

That's not a good thing. In the novel, when the heroine has only one point of beauty, it is always the eyes, and the role is not the icing on the cake, but the rescue. Because of her malice, at such an age of inferiority complex, Yizhen once thought that she was ugly, and she was even more inferior.

Later, Yizhen learned that it was a boy in the next class who picked up Jiang Qianqian to chase her, and her face full of pimples was a lychee. Jiang Qianqian spread around that she was the man's woman, and the boy was even more confident, and he opened his mouth and closed his mouth to say, "It's not that I've never seen you who are prettier-" as if others looked down on him.

Jiang Qianqian spread the design drawings on the table and drew a few circles on them with a pen: "How do you see the mix and match of green plants and greenhouses and industrial style?

"You pay for it. Yizhen interrupted her.

"Ah, I thought you had money. This is not a problem for the middle class abroad. Jiang Qianqian got her wish and opened another one: "Then this kind of rough house, this kind of wall with metal telescopic lamp, and then form a strong contrast with the soft cushions, which is also very meaningful." Everyone has their own way of living, don't you think?"

"Not really. Yizhen sneered: "Just like you, you can't get along abroad, so you have to go back to China with your tail between your legs and pretend to be forced." ”

Liang Xi burst out laughing, but he couldn't hold back. Jiang Qianqian had a tense face, and the cold air was inspiring. Obviously, it was said by Yizhen.

"I'm a, you know. Yizhen hurriedly covered his mouth, pretending to "know that he was speechless", and added: "Don't worry about me, a proletarian. For the sake of the two of us who used to be at the same table, we also have a common mother - China!"