In Xiang Xiaoyuan's singing, Zhong Yuan and Bian Haicheng finally pierced the layer of window paper and officially became boyfriend and girlfriend.

This planning was so successful that Xiang Xiaoyuan was proud for a whole week.

Cheng Hao looked at Xiao Yuan, who was making breakfast, and was full of strangeness, he looked like he was about to be righteous last week, but this week, his eyebrows danced.

In the middle of spring and summer, Beijing is full of dust, and on Saturday morning, the rolling yellow sand dyes the sky a pale yellow, although there is a powerful air purification device in the room, but it is still inevitably rippling with a puff of dust.

This kind of weather made people very irritable, Cheng Hao waited for breakfast, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of the living room to look out.

I don't know when this ghost weather is over, but I saw someone write on the window glass of the car that I didn't park in the garage yesterday:

"Lala, go to the ground!" added a smile that was very inappropriate for the weather.

"Xiang Xiaoyuan!" Cheng Hao shouted.

Xiao Yuan rushed out of the kitchen like an arrow: "Arrive!"

"Did you write the words on the window glass?"

"Hey, that's right!"

"You!"

Cheng Hao was speechless angrily, he really didn't understand what was going on in this girl's mind.

"What's wrong?" Xiaoyuan didn't understand: "I went out to throw garbage in the morning and saw a thick layer of soil on the car......"

"Then what's there to be happy about!" Cheng Hao hated this kind of ghost weather.

"Are you happy about the snow?" Xiaoyuan didn't understand: "It's all a natural phenomenon, why favor one over the other?"

"Stupid, can that be the same!" Cheng Hao roared again: "Are you happy about the flood!"

"How can it be the same? You're so strange!" Xiao Yuan was puzzled.

Cheng Hao found that if he continued to argue, he would fall into Xiaoyuan's logical circle again, so he hurriedly stopped the topic.

"Go! wipe the car!" Cheng Hao said angrily.

"Got it......" Xiang Xiaoyuan pursed his lips, feeling that this man had no sense of humor at all.

She was humming a song while wiping the car hard, and her mood was completely in stark contrast to the sandstorm weather.

"Hey, that's not my car!"

Cheng Hao pointed to Daben, which Xiaoyuan was wiping, and rushed over angrily.

Xiao Yuan stood there blankly, looking at a loss.

At this time, Cheng Hao found that in addition to writing on the glass of this Daben: "Lalala, go to the soil!", there was also a poem on the front cover:

The Yellow Desert starts from the south, and the sun hides in the west.

A line of beautiful official books was left there, with a kind of flaunting appearance.

Cheng Hao dragged Xiang Xiaoyuan to the other side of the road, pointed to a car and said, "This is my car! Santana 2000!"

Xiao Yuan frowned and said "oh", "I know......"

Cheng Hao thought that she felt that her car was not as good as the Mercedes-Benz on the side, and she felt very relieved.

Sure enough, all the women in the world are material animals. So he said with disdain:

"This car has been with me for many years, it is much more reliable than a person, I will not change it for anything!"

"Yes. Xiao Yuan said: "It's all the same anyway, what's there to change." ”

Her tone was so sincere, so sincere that Cheng Hao wanted to hit the wall.

He dragged Xiang Xiaoyuan to Mercedes-Benz and yelled: "This is Mercedes-Benz!"

dragged Xiang Xiaoyuan to Santana 2000 again: "This is Santana!"

"Where are they the same?"

Xiang Xiaoyuan was frightened by his actions, so he had to agree casually: "It's different, it's different, it's really different!"

Cheng Hao let go of his hand and suddenly realized a problem:

"You don't know their brands, do you? You really can't tell the difference? There are so many cars parked in the community, you can't tell the good from the bad?"

Xiang Xiaoyuan nodded again: "I really think it's all about the same, it's all quite haode." ”

Cheng Hao fell into despair and found that this girl really didn't have any brand awareness.

But he still asked, "Then what kind of car do you know?"

Xiang Xiaoyuan showed that pure and terrible smile again:

DJ1 and DJ4 from Siemens, HXD38K and HXD2 from Alstom, DF4DK, DF5, DF7, DF7G, DF8B and DF1........................1 from Dongfeng," Xiaoyuan said.

Cheng Hao was completely defeated by her and got into the car stupidly.

"Mr. Cheng, where are you going?" asked Xiao Yuan.

"You have to take care of it!" he thought he would be if he continued to talk to her.

"You're not eating breakfast?" Xiao Yuan looked regretful.

Cheng Hao ignored her and started to start the car.

"What about lunch?" asked Xiao Yuan as he hid.

Cheng Hao yelled: "Don't eat! Don't eat! Don't eat!"

"zaijian!" Xiang Xiaoyuan smiled like honey.

Cheng Hao couldn't bear it anymore, and stretched out his head and said hatefully:

"Who is zaijian with you!"

Looking at Cheng Hao, who was angry with his own success, Xiang Xiaoyuan walked into the door with triumphant steps.

"Wow! There are so many potstickers, enough for lunch!" she picked one up and stuffed it into her mouth and chewed it.

***

Cheng Hao opened the rear window and said "Lalala, go to the ground!" Santana 2000 ran to the car wash.

I only drove half the way and parked on the side of the road and laughed.

I turned out to be like a child, because of these inexplicable things and stinky girls.

I didn't know what was going on in her head, but I seemed to find that I didn't know what she was thinking either.

Originally, the quarrel was depressing, but now it is so happy and in a good mood, and the sand and dust flying in the sky are not so annoying.

He pulled out his cell phone and called one of his women and asked her out for dinner.

***

Zhang Yaqi's appearance attracted everyone's complete sideways, mature and enchanting, and exuded a feminine smell all over her body.

She knew that Cheng Hao liked this kind of woman, otherwise the type of relationship he would not have been so single, and he was the best among them, which inevitably added a bit of superiority.

Zhang Yaqi and Cheng Hao have only known each other for a few months, she knows very well what kind of person Cheng Hao is, and she also knows that his attitude towards her will never be lukewarm.

He was just one of his many girlfriends, but he was always the most special.

Because Cheng Hao likes to find herself the most, she often fantasizes about one day being able to really enter his life and heart.

This kind of man is dangerous and difficult to navigate, but the satisfaction that comes from conquering him is irreplaceable.

Seeing that Cheng Hao was in a good mood today, Zhang Yaqi asked tentatively: "What did you encounter happy? ”

"Happy, is there?" Cheng Hao returned to his usual lukewarm appearance.

Zhang Yaqi was unwilling, and continued to lean forward and asked in a sweet and greasy voice:

"What have you been up to lately? ”

Cheng Hao smiled faintly: "Didn't I look for you last weekend?"

Zhang Yaqi pursed her lips and said coquettishly: "It's not that, I just think you don't care about people at all." ”

"Well, what do you think I care about you......? What should I give you?"

Cheng Hao sent two questions in a row and said, "Which jewel do you like again?"

Zhang Yaqi laughed, crossed the table and sat in Cheng Hao's arms, grabbed his neck and said coquettishly:

"You hate it to death, and you want to be so perfunctory, people don't mean that. Just want to be more ...... Know you better ......"

Cheng Hao pulled her hand off her neck and said ambiguously:

"Isn't it nice for us to be like this? Sometimes people don't know too much and it's not interesting. ”

Zhang Yaqi knew that there would be no answer if she asked any more, so she slowly stood up and said, "Okay, let you go this time, but you have to compensate me." ”

"Okay, what the hell do you want?"

Zhang Yaqi smiled, showing an empathetic look: "I don't want to be expensive, DIOR's new sunglasses have arrived, give them to me." ”

Cheng Hao was immersed in eating, and sneered: "Didn't I give you a card? ”

"No!" Zhang Yaqi said delicately: "You are a little sincere, okay!"

"Then I'll have someone buy it and send it to you. ”

"No, come with me now, hurry, hurry, don't eat!"

Zhang Yaqi snatched his fork, sprinkled coquettishly, and dragged him out with a belt.