Xu Bin has been a bit of a chicken and dog jumping in the past few days since he came back from the mud bodhisattva city, and he was finally ready to take a nap on the recliner when he heard a loud "bang!", and was so startled that he sat up directly from half asleep and half awake.

"Master, master......" A crying child's voice ran over crying all the way.

"What's wrong again?" Xu Bin rubbed his swollen temples and sighed helplessly.

"Again, it's blown up again......" The little boy was black, his clothes were ragged, and he kicked his toes embarrassedly, not daring to look at Xu Bin's eyes.

"Again?" "This Nima cheats on Zeng Yuyuan! Xu Bin hates it in his heart! I don't know if Yin Yue's little prodigal hoof blew the wind on the pillow and asked Zeng Yuyuan to send such a cook to him.

The child's name is Zeng Wuyu, he is the most potential kitchen master of the Zeng family, Zeng Yuyuan's original intention was to send an excellent chef with mature and stable cooking skills, but after thinking about it, Xu Bin also asked at that time, 'Does the chef know how to exercise?', which made Zeng Yuyuan's choice more difficult.

Thinking about it, Zeng Wuyu is a rare little genius in the Zeng family's branch, and his cultivation is about to catch up with him, and he is also quite talented in cooking, and he often studies some novel dishes to make himself happy.

In this way, for Xu Bin, whether it is a cook or a bodyguard, or a sparring partner and guidance during practice, Zeng Wuyu alone is enough to serve.

Zeng Yuyuan was quite pleased with this arrangement, and felt that he had finally lived up to Xu Bin's little request.

Who knew that Xu Bin didn't need to practice the Zeng family's classics at all, he only needed to use the formation to read into the system, and when the energy was enough, it would be output directly, as for the sparring ...... According to the habits of the earth, Xu Bin will not choose such a child even if he needs it, hey, there is no way, there are differences in culture between the two sides......

On the fifth day of coming to the world, Zeng Wuyu used to blow up nine induction cookers, causing loud noises and black smoke to rise from time to time in the classic photo studio.

Zeng Wuyu lowered his head, wiped the black smoke on his face with his hand, who knows that the more he wiped his face, the more flowery he became, and muttered in a whisper: "I said that I want to build a stove, what kind of stove are you all here, what kind of electricity you are talking about, it is completely against my exercises, and I will explode if I exert a little force, which makes me how to cook for you......"

Xu Bin rolled his eyes, the classic photo studio is such a big place, and the stove is built, where to build? What do you want? The little broken child doesn't know the oil, salt, firewood and rice in the world.

"Let's go in a few days, wait a few days, sir, I have money, why don't we move, move a big house, and set aside a large room to make a kitchen for you, and you can build as many stoves as you want." ”

Thinking of this, Xu Bin estimated that Yang Qingwei was also about to arrive, and the phone call in the morning said that he would come in the afternoon, and now he can't sleep in the afternoon, and he can't sleep anymore, and he doesn't know if it's because of the two billion that is about to arrive or because of Yang Qingwei who hasn't seen him for a week, anyway, Xu Bin's heart is hot.

Originally, all five photos had been used [Remove Fake and Keep True], and they were also watermarked, and they could be uploaded to her from the Internet, but she said that for such an important matter, of course, she had to come over in person, otherwise it would be disrespectful to Xu Bin.

Well, Xu Bin's thoughts of these businessmen are unpredictable, let her like it, it's almost the same for Xu Bin, anyway, it's just a sample film.

A black S600 drove in from the door of the Qingtong community, and the shadow of the tall and dense Qingtong tree crossed the shiny hood like flowing water, this is the first time Yang Qingwei drove over to find Xu Bin, and she used to take a taxi to the gate of the community and then walk in (it seems that in many novels, the rich second generation drives luxury cars like Ferrari and Lamborghini, but the author doesn't want to write about the Yang family's two thousand daughters so exaggerated, so it is better to choose a practical one, which is also more in line with her character as the second thousand-year-old person).

There is no special parking space in the Qingtong community, so Yang Qingwei had to park the car in the small open space at the entrance of the classic photo studio.

Xu Bin heard the sound of the tires rubbing slightly and walked out of the door, no way, few people in this old community drive in, but after all, there is a place to park in the open space, occasionally there are some rough cars, black cars, pulling goods, will park the car to go out for lunch, or need to do things nearby to park the car temporarily here, the people who come to park are all kinds of people, I don't know the origin, so everyone in the community is used to hearing the sound and coming out to see who is parking here to feel at ease.

Oh, Mercedes, family sedan, that should be fine.

Xu Bin didn't think much about it when he saw the LOGO, he only knew that people who generally drove this kind of family car would not be improper, and Xu Bin didn't pay attention to or care about what model this one was.

People like him, who struggle on the food and clothing line all day long, have never paid attention to this piece at all, but even if he is lonely and unheard, as a modern person, he knows that Mercedes-Benz already has two or three hundred thousand domestic cars, so it is impossible to see the LOGO and associate it.

Xu Bin glanced at it and turned around, ready to go back to the classic photo studio.

Yang Qingwei saw Xu Bin walking out, her heart rose to her throat, and when she saw Xu Bin walking back, her head lowered, and she couldn't help but sigh softly.

Forget it, I'm here to do business, what are you doing with so much sentimentality! In her heart, Yang Qingwei tidied up the hem of her shirt, pulled the folds on the black skirt, took a deep breath, opened the car door and shouted at Xu Bin's back: "Director Xu, long time no see." ”

Xu Bin turned around in astonishment: "Oh, Weiwei, it's you." ”

The barrier that had been built with great difficulty seemed to be crushed by this careless 'Vivi' again.

In the morning, I tossed for a long time to choose clothes and choose to match, and when I came, I still wore the professional suit I usually wore at work, Yang Qingwei said to herself, this is a business that has been negotiated, and the tooling can reflect respect and professionalism (T-T, this awkward girl, the author is distressed for three seconds, good, you look good in whatever you wear).

However, Yang Qingwei still can't compete with the heart of wanting to show her most beautiful side to Xu Bin, although she doesn't know why she has this idea, so even if it is a workwear, she also chose a very slim silk shirt, which wraps her body in a delicate fit, and the chest is not surging, but it is also arrogant and confident enough, and usually the bottom of the workwear will wear a black tube skirt, and today ...... It is a black wrap skirt that perfectly shows the curves of the hips......

Xu Bin's eyes really lit up when he saw Yang Qingwei, the office OL style, should be equipped with gold-wire glasses, and his eyes fluttered lightly with a frame, debauched and abstinent......

If Yang Qingwei knew that Xu Bin had this kind of thought, she would probably kill someone!

However, how can a woman know that such a dirty little movie is often played in a man's heart......

Yang Qingwei's professional formulaic and generous smile faintly revealed a sincere joy, stretched out her thin white and smooth little hand to shake hands with Xu Bin, and said solemnly again: "Director Xu, long time no see." ”

Xu Bin shook it when he saw the little hand, shook hands with his right hand, folded his left hand on Yang Qingwei's right hand, and sandwiched Yang Qingwei's small right hand in the middle with both hands, and kept complaining in his heart:, I haven't seen you for a few days, what are you doing so formally?