The husband and wife of a wealthy school

These few days, Zhao Yan is very busy. The restaurant has been renovated, there is a publicity campaign before the opening, and there are classes, and he has to go to Shengshi Qingcheng to work every now and then, basically all his spare time is filled.

Yan Cheng is also very busy. The [-]th anniversary of T University is coming soon. The school has established a leading group for the preparations for the [-]th anniversary. The team leader is the deputy director of the school's party committee office. The person in charge of different affairs is the school administration department. Most of the teachers, the bottom ones who do errands are basically the students of the school student union and the student union of each department.

It was also at this time that Zhao Yan knew that Yan Cheng belonged to the propaganda department of the school's student union.

In the evening, the office workers get off work. This period lasts until after [-]:[-] pm, which is the time when Huiyuan Building has the most traffic.

At the entrance of Huiyuan Building, there is a crowd of people. There are groups of three or four, two people holding hands, and one person alone.

"Do you think they will read it?" Zhao Yan asked Yan Cheng, who was standing beside him and also handing out leaflets, while handing out leaflets.

The restaurant was about to open the day after tomorrow, and the two stood at the entrance of Huiyuan Building to hand out leaflets. The leaflets were produced and printed by an advertising company, and Liu Guohua and Yue Qingqing went to the park to hand out.

The leaflet reads: Are you hungry?homesick?Come to "Grandma's Soil Bowl Vegetables" to give you a taste of home.

Below the eye-catching theme is the colorful grand opening, big bargains at the opening, half-price discount on the opening day, free flavored pastries and the like.

Yan Cheng looked at the leaflets of his own family that were discarded on the main road, and frowned, thinking that he had received and discarded many other people's leaflets at the beginning, "I will glance at it anyway, it will be more or less useful. .”

Zhao Yan: "I have agreed with my master, he will come to work tomorrow, by the way, my master is Guo Guo's father."

"Then I'll bring you over for dinner tomorrow?" Yan Cheng said.

Zhao Yan: "Okay, what do you say if there are too many people on the opening day and my master can't handle it alone?"

"Then you skip a class the day after tomorrow? If it doesn't work, hire another chef."

Zhao Yan: "I haven't become a teacher yet, so I don't dare to take it casually. It would be bad if I smashed the signboard."

Yan Cheng: "I think you must be good at making pasta, especially the steamed stuffed bun."

The gift of flavored noodles written on the flyer is not a fool. The flavored noodles are the kind of buns that Zhao Yan's family makes during the Chinese New Year, pork and cabbage jelly buns and pork vermicelli radish buns.The remaining pork bones can be used to make soup, and customers who spend over [-] at a time will get a free bowl of ribs soup.

Zhao Yan: "When it comes to making steamed stuffed buns, my mother is the best at it."

Yan Cheng: "If the customers respond well to the taste of the steamed stuffed buns, I will invite Auntie over here in the future."

Yan Cheng handed out the leaflets while talking, but didn't read them carefully. As a result, the leaflets were not passed into the hands of the people, but were poked on a lady's wrist.This lady was walking with a cup of milk tea in her hand and talking to the people beside her. She didn't notice that someone was handing out leaflets, and she was suddenly poked by the sharp corner of the paper. The paper of the leaflets is much harder than ordinary printing paper. .

With a shake of his hand, a few drops of milk tea overflowed from the paper cup and dripped on the sleeve of his white coat.

The coat is white and crisp, and it looks like it is new.

This was the first time she had managed to catch up with the Chanel she bought at a discount. Looking at the few unsightly stains on the snow-white sleeves, the lady sternly said, "Are you blind or have no eyes?!"

Yan Cheng: "I'm not blind and I have eyes, so why don't you say so?"

"What's the matter! Do you know how expensive these clothes are, can you afford to pay for them?"

Yan Cheng took out 200 yuan from his wallet and handed it over: "Dry cleaning fee."

The lady didn't answer, and looked at the money in Yancheng's hand with disdain, and said in a contemptuous tone, "What can you do with 200 yuan, 200 yuan can't even buy a single thread of my clothes, and it's over after washing it?! Wash it. Can your clothes compare with new ones?"

Her eyesight was dim, and she didn't see that Yan Cheng was wearing genuine Armani. She thought it was two grassroots who distributed leaflets to earn pocket money.

On the other side of the entrance of Huiyuan Building, near the park, there was a homeless singer playing and singing. The hustle and bustle of passers-by did not affect his dedication to singing at all. He sat on the curb with his eyes closed, holding a handful of Guitar, singing a poignant love song very affectionately.

The box containing the guitar was opened and placed on the ground in front of him, and there were some coins in the box.

In front of the lady, Yan Cheng took two steps and threw the 200 yuan in his hand into the guitar case.

"Your dry cleaning fee is equal to my mental damage fee. If you are not satisfied, you can ask a lawyer to sue me."

The place where I was standing just now was under a street tree, it was a bit dark, after walking two steps, Yan Cheng's figure flashed past under the direct light of the street lamp.

The lady was about to have a seizure, but she was pulled down by her companion, who whispered something in her ear, and the lady left without embarrassment.

The companion said: "People are wearing Armani haute couture, let's not make fun of ourselves."

When I first stood here, the sky was still a little bright, but now it's completely dark, the surroundings are lit up with bright neon lights, and the pile of leaflets on the ground beside me has also lost more than half.

Zhao Yan: "Guess what the woman's companion said to her just now?"

The two continued to hand out leaflets.

Yan Cheng: "Well... Hiring a lawyer to file a lawsuit for such a trivial matter is time-consuming and expensive. You can even buy another piece of clothing for the price, right?"

Zhao Yan: "No, she definitely said that he is richer than you."

Yan Cheng: "Have I painted dollars on my body?"

Zhao Yan: "You just stand under the light, and you're done painting."

"How does it feel to be in love with 'Meijin'?" Yan Cheng leaned over and asked in a low voice.

Zhao Yan smiled and said, "Very good!"

Yan Cheng also laughed.

The two were so engrossed in flirting that they forgot to hand out leaflets.From this angle of sight with his head down and a smile, he saw a person walking towards him with a pair of silver-white stiletto shoes. Zhao Yan stretched out his hand holding the leaflet and looked up...

Crack!The person who met once, Yan Cheng's suspected stepmother.

Wang Lin's silver-white stiletto heels stopped in front of Yan Cheng, took the flyer from Zhao Yan's hand, and looked down.

She invited her friends to the shopping mall at night, and heard that L'Oreal had launched a new set of makeup.After getting out of the car, as soon as he walked to the entrance of the mall, he saw Yan Cheng standing here distributing leaflets.This is really a rare thing, even if he is handed out leaflets by his father who is a treasure, he still smiles brightly.

She let her friend go in first and came over by herself.

Just smiling, seeing this person, Yan Cheng's face immediately changed from rain to sleet, the road to the mother's enemy is narrow, there is nothing more disappointing than seeing this person.

Wang Lin pointed to the leaflet and said, "Xiaocheng, why are you distributing leaflets here? Do you own this restaurant?"

Yan Cheng: "Is it related to you?"

Wang Lin: "Of course it does. Legally we are a family. It is a good thing for young people to be self-motivated. I have no objection if you want to start a business. However, shopping malls are like battlefields. It is not as simple as you think. Should you consult with me beforehand?" My opinion with your dad?"

Yan Cheng's tone became cold: "This matter has nothing to do with you, what happens to me has nothing to do with you."

Wang Lin: "It doesn't matter how, your father's money is also my money, and it belongs to the joint property of husband and wife after marriage. If you lose money, it will be our joint loss."

Zhao Yan has never seen such anger on Yan Cheng's face. Yan Cheng has always given people a gentle impression, sometimes even a little childish.

Yan Cheng dropped a stack of leaflets in his hand, and the paper exploded at Wang Lin's feet. Wang Lin stood firmly without moving.

Yan Cheng: "Originally, I didn't use the joint property of your husband and wife, but what should I do? Thank you for reminding me, I seem to have the right to spend my father's money. I will go to him tomorrow to reimburse me the expenses."

He pays for the restaurant out of the trust fund his mother left him.

The Wang Group is worth tens of billions. How has Wang Lin ever let herself lose in money, let alone in front of her stepson, "That's okay, and it won't cost much. Auntie and your dad will come to cheer you on." .”

After speaking, Wang Lin walked away on stilettos.

Zhao Yan stood behind Yan Cheng. He looked at Yan Cheng's back. He didn't think that this figure had a good figure, although the figure had a golden ratio of height and legs, and his figure was indeed very good.I didn't feel that the clothes looked high-end at first glance, although it was indeed high-end, and people who knew the goods could tell it at a glance.

He just felt that this figure was lonely like never before.

Yan Cheng is still young, he will have a very successful future, this, he has already seen in his last life.

The vagabond singer's singing over there is still going on, but it's just a different song, still in a mournful tune, singing the unrequited love in the bustling, bustling, neon-lit streets.

Zhao Yan put his hand on Yan Cheng's shoulder, and gently stroked it twice from his shoulder to his back. In fact, he really wanted to hug Yan Cheng, if it wasn't for the inappropriate occasion.

"Yan Cheng, can you play the guitar?"

Yan Cheng glanced at the guitar in the wandering singer's hand, and said with a smile, "Why, you want to sing for me?"

Zhao Yan: "I can sing, but I can't play the guitar. Can you accompany me?"

"Of course, um...Actually, I can only play the piano, but I know you don't mind if I play as I please." Yan Cheng said with a smile.

Zhao Yan: "I don't mind."

This song was very popular when Zhao Yan was in school. The first time he heard this song was on the tape.When he was in high school, he bought a repeater for English listening comprehension. When he bought the repeater, he sent a tape with this song on it.

He didn't learn it on purpose, but he could sing it naturally after listening to it a lot.

Zhao Yan did not sit and sing like a wandering singer, he felt that he would not be able to raise his voice when sitting, so he raised the microphone a little bit and sang while standing.Yan Cheng hugged the guitar and looked at him with a smile, waiting for him to start singing, and then playing whatever he wanted.

There is a small speaker on the side, the sound amplification effect is not very good, but there is no problem in the noisy street with a radius of 30 meters, and there is a small circle of people around it just now.

Zhao Yan's voice is very contagious.

"When the moonlight shines on my face, I think I'm about to change..."

"I dodged the guns of countless hunters to drive away the sorrow that climbed out of the grave..."

"Can we meet again? I have been begging for thousands of years in front of the Buddha, and I am willing to exchange a few lifetimes for our love for a lifetime. I hope that I can move the heavens..."