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About people love people, people are afraid of people.

Many people have different opinions, "love" or "fear" are extreme emotional expressions, making people love is a way of life, and making people afraid is also a way of life.

Qin Zhiyuan doesn't need to be loved, he just wants to be afraid.

Only when people are scared will others respect Qin Zhiyuan and stay away, and they will not dare to provoke Qin Zhiyuan, if it is to make people love, it is not necessarily.

People will always pick the bully that looks easier to bully, and the bully that looks bad to bully will not act rashly unless it is absolutely necessary.

Qin Zhiyuan wants to ask the Beiyang government to consider Qin Zhiyuan's real reaction when it wants to make similar decisions in the future, rather than the reaction that Qin Zhiyuan should have when he "wants to come".

This method also varies from person to person, for example, on Anne's side, Qin Zhiyuan did not dare to make a mistake, not only to win the love of others, but also to strive for the love of dogs.

The 24th is Christmas Eve, and its status in Western festivals is similar to that of the Chinese Chinese New Year's Eve.

Qin Zhiyuan had arranged the day's affairs early, and then slipped to Annie's house to offer his courtesy.

"Qin, wash this vase, and then put the flowers on."

"Qin, please take Napoleon out for a walk, don't let it make trouble here."

"Honey, help me get the napkin from the cupboard, I'm going to set the table."

At the beginning, it was just Julie who called Qin Zhiyuan, showing affection in a different way, and unconsciously changed the title to "dear".

When Julie changed her name, Anne didn't object, but just glanced at Julie helplessly, and then began to call Qin Zhiyuan. Unlike Julie's sweetness, Anne's arousal is intensified, and it is a bit like an animal.

"Qin, get up and cut a Christmas tree outside and come back, it's three meters high."

My God, the roof of your house is only three meters high, and there are only four people with dogs, how many Christmas gifts do you want to hang!

"Qin, you go and sweep the snow on the roof, and then sweep the yard as well, it's best not to let the snow accumulate, Napoleon likes snow, it will make it cold."

My God, it's snowing all the time, and the snowflakes are as big as a dog ignoring buns, and it's really a persistent physical job to make sure that there is no snow.

"Qin, get this flour together, and we'll make root bread later."

Well, this job is not tiring. However, with the fact that Qin Zhiyuan and Foch and Pierre, who may come back during the meal, are only five people and a dog, you are guilty of tossing half a bag of flour?

Do you know that there are still many people in Paris who can't eat?

Capitalism of all evils!

Of course, Qin Zhiyuan only dared to complain in his heart, and he didn't dare to confide in his heart at all.

"Yes, ma'am, where do you think the Christmas tree should be placed?"

Qin Zhiyuan carried a big axe, like a traditional Frankish axe-thrower, and cut down a three-meter-high Christmas tree. The shape is perfect, the standard 4321 formation, neatly trimmed, and there is not even a little bit of rain, snow, mud and water.

"That's a good idea, put it in the yard first, and then bring it in at night." Anne was satisfied.

"Lily, please get Napoleon into the house, I'm going to start sweeping the house."

Qin Zhiyuan took the broom and tossed and turned on the roof, fighting with the drums. At the same time, the broom wheel is fast, just like the hot wheels, and the work will be finished after a while.

"This kid looks pretty good." Anne was satisfied.

"Of course, Annie, I picked it." Julie triumphant.

"Your father was also very good at the beginning, but now he has not become a big master!" Anne complained.

Foch Fu was idle at home, not much idle affairs, sitting on the sofa in the living room for a long time since the morning with a cup of tea, a bag of cigarettes, and a newspaper, and watching Julie and Anne make various calls to Qin Zhiyuan with a smile.

Foch has already become a refinement, he will not squeak when he sees Qin Zhiyuan tired to death, as long as he squeaks, he will fall into the same fate as Qin Zhiyuan. Look at how smart Pierre is, he has been missing since he got up in the morning, and now he may be messing around somewhere, and it seems that he will not come back until he eats.

"Dad is old and needs to rest, and these jobs are just for Qin to do." Julie is not distressed.

"I'm talking like I'm going to have dementia." Foch was not satisfied with the two of them, and couldn't help but mutter.

"Ha, it seems that you old guy is still not convinced, then, go ahead and cut everything with these breads." Anne was assigned work immediately.

French bread, this is a very magical existence, it is as hard as an iron rod. The power of a thug woman who used French bread as a weapon to beat an invading thief to death is evident.

"I don't want to touch those damn things." Foch got up, stood in front of the door, and shouted in a loud voice: "Qin, get out of here, you have a new job." ”

Rub!

Qin Zhiyuan really jumped down from the house and startled Foch: "What kind of witchcraft are you?" Can you jump so high? ”

"Jumping off and jumping up are two different things." Qin Zhiyuan replied casually, he was afraid of beating his clothes in the yard, and he got a lot of snow when he was sweeping the house just now.

In this time and space, Bruce Lee has not yet appeared, and Westerners have no concept of "Chinese kung fu". They are accustomed to classifying all the unthinkable as "witchcraft".

"Come in and cut the bread." Foch understated.

It sounds like a simple thing, but you know how hard it is to execute.

Football-sized loaf of bread, as hard as a stone, is impossible to start. The French kitchen utensils are still in their infancy, and the knives in their kitchens are like daggers, and it is okay to cut an apple or something, and using it to cut bread is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg.

As soon as Qin Zhiyuan cut the first one, he missed the fat chef's usual bone chopping knife very much.

So, Qin Zhiyuan took advantage of Julie and Anne's busy work in the kitchen, and sneaked into the living room to make a secret call.

Foch watched from the sidelines, neither stopping nor exposing it.

Foch had already made up his mind that he would rather be suffocated to death than squeak.

Napoleon was quite jubilant, wagging his tail and following Qin Zhiyuan around, wherever he went.

Qin Zhiyuan tried to feed Napoleon a small piece of bread, but Napoleon just sniffed it, and then stayed away.

Not even dogs!

How unpalatable must that be?

So Qin Zhiyuan returned to the living room to make a phone call.

Not long after, the sound of an engine came from outside the courtyard, and Qin Zhiyuan saw Pierre waving through the glass window.

Pierre sat in the car and didn't get out at all, and the engine was running all the time, as if he was ready to put things down and run.

"Pierre Foch, get the old lady in at once!" Anne roared like a lion on the east of the river.

Pierre's expression froze instantly, and then he reluctantly got out of the car, opened the door in slow motion 24 times slower, picked up the basket with a movement that was older and sicker than Foch, and moved into the yard at a speed slower than a snail.

"From now on, you are not allowed to go anywhere, see what you have done? Look at what Qin Du has done? Shouldn't you be ashamed? Anne pointed at Sang and scolded Huai.

"Uh-huh......" Foch changed his posture and re-erected Erlang's legs, almost whistling.

"Your coffee." Qin Zhiyuan lost no time in offering his courtesy.

"Uh-huh!" Foch squeezed out a smile that was more ugly than crying.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better! 】