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The Maple Grove Tea Room is very simple.

The white walls are only painted with dust, simple incandescent lamps, some old mahjong tables, and simple chairs that are not very comfortable to look at.

There was also the very astringent tea, all of which made Xia Shanghou so depressed that he kept muttering, "The conditions in this tea room are too bad, the service is not good, the hardware should keep up, look at this narrow room, it's really like being in prison." ”

Chen Jinhui also vigorously cooperated with Xia Shanghou and complained, "According to me, we should go to the house we often go to, the environment is good enough, the space is open enough, and it is comfortable to sit." ”

Ding Cheng, who had not spoken, just raised his eyes slightly and glanced at Jiang Guoqi, and frowned when he saw her touch the card, so he deliberately put a card for her to win.

Chen Jinhui, who was waiting to be called Hu, was taken first, and couldn't help but scold, "I found that I am really not prosperous here, even a little white like Xiao Jiang can be Hu several times, and I have never been Hu." Shall we change the tea room? ”

In fact, he didn't mind so much about the environment of this tea room, after all, he had said before that if he played mahjong here, it would be more convenient for him and Zhao Yan.

It's just that he saw that Ding Cheng's face was not very good, and he didn't talk much during the mahjong game, and he thought that Ding Cheng and Chen Jinhui disliked the bad environment of this tea room, after all, he was a super rich second generation, and he definitely couldn't stand such a bad environment, so he followed Xia Shanghou to complain about it here.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he asked that question, Ding Cheng vetoed it, he said, "No need to change it, I think it's very good here, the mobile phone signal is good, and parking is convenient, so let's play here in the future." ”

Chen Jinhui was blindsided all of a sudden, thinking, the super-rich second generation was not dissatisfied here, so what was going on with his face? It's as if I'm trying to suppress something.

Xia Shanghou complained directly, "Brother Xiaocheng, I'm afraid you haven't been to a better tea room, what's the point here, besides, your mobile phone hasn't rang all day, and no one has called you, why do you want such a good mobile phone signal?" How nice it is to go to our old place to play. ”

Ding Cheng didn't explain anything, and said directly, "I just think it's good here." ”

Xia Shanghou, "...... How can there be a rich man like you......"

Jiang Guoli, who had not spoken for a long time, heard this and turned his head to look at Ding Cheng.

He was arranging the cards very carefully, and she could see that his hands were white and slender, and his bones were distinct, and he looked like he hadn't done much work.

Her gaze returned to her hands, her hands were not thick, but because of the long-term work, they were not thin, and if her hands were reversed, there were even several calluses on the palms.

She sighed in her heart, even she, a person who grew up with snacks, felt that the environment of this tea room was really not good, but the person sitting next to her, who had been pampered and grew up, said that the environment here was good.

Perhaps, the more people who have enjoyed too much good and superior families, the less they will care so much and care too much.

The poor feel that they are killing themselves if they lose a hundred yuan, and the rich people lose hundreds of thousands, and they will be sincerely glad that they have only lost hundreds of thousands, not millions.

She was thinking wildly, until the new game began, Xia Shanghou suddenly asked her, "Xiao Jiang, hasn't Zhao Yan's bastard contacted you yet?" Where did he die? ”