At night, on the dark balcony, there was a sound of Jinghu, and the three of them were so frightened that they didn't even dare to come out, it seemed that Xiaoyuan was really depressed.

She only plays this song "Deep in the Night" when she is extremely depressed. This Peking Opera piece is the only repertoire that Xiao Yuan knows, and she was fascinated by it just after listening to it once, so she specially studied Jinghu. With her tendon spirit, she practiced this song to the point of perfection, but other tracks were completely incompatible. The sound of the music is sometimes high-pitched and passionate, sometimes mournful and low, and the tune is particularly crisp and long in this thick night.

After playing the tune, Xiang Xiaoyuan entered the house to look at the frightened people, and said angrily: "Don't go wash yet!"

"You...... It's really okay!" Everyone is still not at ease.

Xiao Yuan glanced at them: "I'm just a hand, it's okay to practice!" After speaking, he picked up the basin and walked away.

Only then did everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

On Monday, arrange work for Xiaoyuan, do a good job of handing over shifts with colleagues, and prepare for this unlucky holiday.

Cheng Hao's secretary was about to blow up Panpan's mobile phone all morning, and Tian Panpan, who was harmed, simply threw the mobile phone to Xiaoyuan, listening to the urging ringtone, Xiang Xiaoyuan had to repeatedly promise to go over on time tomorrow.

Seeing that Xiaoyuan had not been very energetic, Yang Yuehua thought that she was suffering from some heat stroke, so she specially boiled overlord flowers for her to drink. Zhong Yuan also specially stewed a big pot of beef, watching Xiaoyuan count the rice grains one by one, everyone was a little worried.

"If you don't forget it, it's better to spend money with him!, why are you suffering from this kind of torture!" Leyi couldn't stand it anymore.

Panpan hurriedly interjected: "I'm out!

Xiao Yuan glanced at her: "You have a lot of money, don't you!"

was so frightened that Panpan didn't dare to squeak.

Xiang Xiaoyuan looked at the people with a bitter face, but he was happy: "I'm just going to live for a while, not to die!

Seeing that Xiaoyuan was not depressed anymore, everyone was relieved.

"That's right. Tian Panpan handed her the mobile phone: "You take it!

"Then your dad ......" Xiaoyuan was afraid that his father would not be able to contact her, and she was in a hurry.

"It's okay! I changed my card! I told my dad that I lost my phone!" Tian Panpan dared to lie to her dad for the first time.

"It's not ...... right"

"Take it!" the crowd unanimously ordered, "Come back and give it back!"

**

Xiaoyuan came to Cheng's house on time at nine o'clock on Tuesday morning to start the official "vacation". Cheng Hao didn't inspect each house in Xiaoyuan first, and wrote down the work to be done in the notebook, so he began to clean up in an orderly manner.

The carpet has to be sucked, the glass has to be wiped, and Cheng Hao's cloakroom is simply a difficult project.

Xiang Xiaoyuan sucked the carpet and found that there were fine dirty puff particles on it.

"What's not good, you have to change the white carpet! I'm not that kind of clean person!" Xiao Yuan scolded in his heart, kneeling on the ground to clean the velvet, which should have been trampled on by Cheng Hao in slippers.

Cheng Hao, that rotten person, usually wears slippers and steps on the carpet directly. It turned out that the carpet was dark purple, which didn't matter, but this one was white, and the slightest trace was obvious. Xiao Yuan stood there pondering for a moment, then turned around and continued to clean.

Cheng Hao was very comfortable in the office, especially when he learned that the competitor this time was Ni Kun, he was as excited as a lion who was stimulated. His appearance made Secretary Wang a little worried, and even Xue Cheng, who didn't worry about anything, was a little uneasy, he euphemistically said that he wanted to operate this project by himself, but Cheng Hao simply regarded this project as a prey, how could he tolerate others taking it from his mouth.

Closing the planning book, Cheng Hao leaned on the boss's chair with a cigarette in his mouth, put his feet on the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked at the river of cars flowing in the distance, the satisfaction was really indescribable.

This is the value of life, there are challenges, there is motivation, as for whether it is lonely at night like being left on an island, he is too lazy to think about it.

When you think of home, the concept is so cruel and vague. Maybe in this life, I will be destined to be like the bird without feet, just flying desperately until it falls......

A ringing of his cell phone interrupted his train of thought.

"Mr. Cheng!" Xiao Yuan's crisp voice came from the other end of the phone: "Will you come back for dinner in the evening?"

Cheng Hao was stunned for a moment, yes! Xiaoyuan came over today! So he hurriedly packed up his things, explained to the secretary and hurried home.