Aunt Zhang looked at the tree that was placed aside by the workers, and wondered in her heart, this tree looks ordinary, how can those wisteria flowers look good.

However, she won't say anything, in this family, Ding Cheng is a little prince, he can do whatever he likes, she is not qualified to say it.

She smiled and asked, "Little Orange, Aunt Zhang is clumsy, is this a precious tree?" What is your name? ”

Ding Cheng looked at the tree on the ground, with unconcealed liking in his eyes, restraint and sorrow, and said after a while, "It's called 'Fruit Oak'." ”

Aunt Zhang frowned, thinking, what kind of strange name is this?

After the tree was planted, Ding Cheng returned to the restaurant for breakfast, and he opened the refrigerator rarely, only to see that there were no fruit oranges in it, only some mineral water, vinegar drinks and beer.

He asked Aunt Zhang, "Aunt Zhang, can you buy a bottle of oranges now?" ”

Aunt Zhang was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Do you want to drink orange juice?" The chef can make you freshly squeezed juice in no time. ”

He whispered, "I don't want orange juice, I just want a bottle of oranges." ”

Aunt Zhang was stunned again, today's Ding Cheng is indeed a bit abnormal. She promised, "Okay, I'll buy it." ”

Thinking that Ding Cheng might suddenly like to drink fruit oranges, Aunt Zhang called the convenience store and bought three boxes of 310mlX24 canned fruit oranges. She asked people to be sent to the restaurant and asked Ding Cheng, "Little Orange, do you want to put it in the refrigerator for a few hours before taking it out for you to drink?" ”

Ding Cheng looked at the three canned fruit oranges, his eyes were a little lost, and the expression on his face was still a little self-deprecating, he shook his head, "Give me a can now." ”

Aunt Zhang handed him a jar of fruit oranges, which he put on his left hand side and watched quietly, without opening it to drink.

Aunt Zhang frowned, she had all kinds of questions in her heart, but it was difficult to ask.

After breakfast, he took the bottle of oranges back to his room, and after a while he left the house empty-handed.

Aunt Zhang went in to clean up his room, and then found that Ding Cheng had placed the expensive Iron Man figure in the glass cabinet before, and now there was the jar of fruit oranges he had brought into the room before.

Aunt Zhang looked at the jar of fruit oranges that were placed in the glass cabinet by Ding Cheng for a long time, shook her head, and sighed in her heart, these rich people are just idle and panicked, making some strange things all day long, and a can of ordinary drinks still needs to be stored like this?

And the freshly planted trees in the garden outside, ugly, where is it beautiful?

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Ding Cheng returned to the company, sat down and began to be in a daze.

At this time, he usually plays games with his mobile phone, but now he has no interest in playing games.

He sent a letter to Xia Shanghou: "Remember to bring your friends over to play mahjong in the afternoon to relieve my boredom." ”

Xia Shanghou's reply was always so slow, and he replied to him after seven minutes, "Okay, Brother Xiao Cheng is slowly waiting for me to come." ”

He looked at Xia Shanghou's reply and thought to himself, if it weren't for Xia Shanghou, the only friend who could make him relax and unscrupulously dig out his heart, he would definitely not tolerate his slower recovery speed than 2G.

In the afternoon, Xia Shanghou came with Chen Jinhui and Fang Peiling.

He looked at the three people, his eyes gradually dimmed, there was no Zhao Yan, that is, there would be no her.

His heart was like a big stone, very heavy and stuffy.

What is he going to do?