Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

"Wait, I will kiss you now."

Zhou Xufang: "."

It's the full stop again.

Jiang Zhi took his coat, and walked out, saying: "No full stop."

"Give me a love package."

Zhou Xufang, a patient with advanced obsessive-compulsive disorder, sent an ellipsis in the past.

Jiang Zhi:...

His house, he can't move.

It took more than an hour to drive from Jiang’s old house to Bayi Bridge. Ah Wan was driving steady, especially slow. Jiang Zhi thought he was driving slowly, and drove him out of the main driver.

Jiang Zhi's car skills are like drifting.

Ah almost didn't vomit it late.

However, they were not here at the right time, and they saw a young man with yellow hair sitting in front of Zhou Xufang's booth. He was dressed very well, and he wore small black diamonds on his ears. He looked very social.

The young Huang Mao social sorrower happened to be teasing Zhou Xufang, with a self-confidently handsome smile on his face: "Can you give me a WeChat? I will come to you next time to stick a film."

At this level, it's bronze at best.

Then, I met the king Jiangzhi.

He wore a matte blue hair, and slowly walked slowly: "Okay." From the pocket of the couture coat, he took out a moon-white handkerchief and placed it on the chair. He sat down with the peach blossom eyes on the third. Pick, hooking the soul of the person, and there is a sense of nobleness who is not greedy for Fengyue in his murderous aura, "Just find me and I will post it for you."

The young man in the yellow-haired society was stunned, and he spoke for a long time, and he stammered: "Who are you?" Why are they familiar.

Jiang Zhi raised his hand and knocked on the small table with Zhou Xufang's film. The watch on his wrist knocked to the corner of the table and made a soft noise. He said, "The'boss' of this stall."

"..."

That watch is worth eight digits.

The young man from the yellow-haired society retreated dingy.

"Why are you here?" Zhou Xufang was very happy, his eyes bent.

Jiang Zhimian did not change his face and said, "Come and kiss you."

"..."

Zhou Xufang was thin-skinned, and for fear of being heard by others, he looked around and began to have a guilty conscience before being a thief.

Before it gets dark, there are a lot of people setting up stalls. Next to the filming stall, there is a small stall for fried noodles. The owner is a 50-year-old aunt, who has been quietly watching Jiang Zhi for a long time: "Xiao Zhou , Your boyfriend?"

"Xiao Zhou" was about to explain--

‘Xiao Zhou’s boyfriend’’s long legs walked straight across the stall and stood beside Zhou Xufang: "Have you eaten yet?"

Zhou Xufang said no.

It's just past four o'clock.

"I brought it for you." Jiang Zhi asked Ah Wan to go to the car to fetch the thermos, and he moved a stool to sit next to Zhou Xufang. "You have to eat first, and I will look at the stall for you."

Ah Wan: "..." That was the dinner his mother prepared for him!

So angry!

In the end, Ah Wan reluctantly gave his lunch to Zhou Xufang.

Zhou Xufang said thank you, took a bite of the ribs, and asked Jiang Zhi, "Will you post it?" On the side, Ah Wan looked at the ribs with blood dripping.

Jiang Zhi's hair was fluttering against the wind, "What's the problem with this."

Fifteen minutes later, the first guest arrived.

The guest picked a toughened film, twenty yuan.

Jiang Zhi decently tore off the customer’s original mobile phone film, then wiped it clean with a small cotton cloth dipped in water, and then pasted the toughened film on——

"Hey!"

The guest is a man in his 30s and 40s, with a very strong physique and a bad temper.

"How do you post, the screen is full of bubbles!"

"The post is crooked!"

"Will you know?!"

Jiang Zhi: "..."

If it weren't for Zhou Xufang, he would have to throw the man into the river behind.

He lifted it and reposted it.

"It's posted crooked again!"

"There is still a bubble underneath."

"If you scrape like this, my phone will be broken."

Jiang Zhi: "..."

Huh!

Throw the phone.

The other party shut up.

"It's scratched, I will pay you for a car." Jiang Zhi kicked the small table, his peachy eyes lifted, and he whizzed coldly, "Can you shut up?"

The guests:"……"

This imperial capital is full of masters.

Look at this body, look at this temperament... It may be a real master, the guest stopped talking, looked at the full screen of air bubbles, the grass mud horse in his heart was running.

Zhou Xufang also saw the bubbles: "Let me post it."

Jiang Zhi was still scraping the air bubbles on the screen with a small iron piece, "You eat."

She quickly took a few bites: "I'm done."

"Do you dislike me for posting badly?" After speaking, he scratched hard.

Suddenly, there was a big scratch on the phone film.

The guests:"……"

If I scrape it down again, the screen doesn't know if it can withstand it, and the grass mud horse in my heart gallops even harder.

"Um," the guest took out a twenty one from his wallet and put it on the table, "I won't post it." Then he picked up his phone with bubbles and scratches on the screen and left.

Jiang Zhi didn't care, and offered the twenty yuan to Zhou Xufang: "Say, do you dislike me for posting badly?" He was upset, "I'm still making money for you."

Zhou Xufang said no: "Your hands are all red with cold."

Feel sorry for him.

Jiang Zhi raised his head and smiled, stuffed the money in her pocket, and then handed the frozen red hand in front of her. Today's cloudy day, his eyes are full of light: "Then give me warmth."

The outdoor temperature is freezing, very cold.

Zhou Xufang turned his head to take the two large boxes of the goods, buried his head, flipped through the boxes and turned the cabinets to find the warm baby left over the previous few days, tore one piece, and stuck it on Jiang Zhi’s arm through the clothes, and then tore another piece and pasted it. The arm on his other side is symmetrical and upright.

Jiang Zhi: "..."

Then Zhou Xufang put down Jiang Zhi's sleeves, arranged them, and looked at him again, and found: "Your face is also red with cold."

You can’t keep your face warm against your baby.

Jiang Zhi leaned over her pretty face: "Just cover it for me."

Zhou Xufang stared at him blankly for several seconds, and then showed an expression of sudden realization. He got up and went to the tricycle to get the yellow helmet with eyes open, and immediately put it on Jiang Zhi: "This way the wind won't blow."

Jiang Zhi: "..." What kind of creature does he like?

Ah Wan shook her head and couldn't bear to look directly.

The aunt at the fried noodle stall next to him couldn't stand it either: "Xiao Zhou."

Xiao Zhou turned his head: "Huh?"

Mrs. Fried noodle asked: "What does your boyfriend do?"

Zhou Xufang was very proud of the tone: "He was filming." Oh, she reacted and explained with a blush, "He is not my boyfriend."

Aunt Fried Fun looked at Jiang Zhi again.

The more I look at it, the more I feel inferior to her nephew. She wants to introduce her nephew to Xiao Zhou. After all, Xiao Zhou is the most hard-working **** this street. Many stall owners want to introduce relatives to Xiao Zhou.

Look at Xiao Zhou's boyfriend...

Dyeing a blue hair, he is not a serious young man at first glance. It is estimated that he is the kind of little star with a hundred and eight lines. He has nothing to wear and wears a famous brand every day. Maybe Xiao Zhou has to make money to raise it.

After completing a million words in her brain, the auntie fried noodles sighed: "The most important thing for two people is to keep their feet on the ground."

Zhou Xufang didn't understand, but he said ‘oh’.

"Also, the appearance of a man is the next thing," Aunt Friedman said earnestly, "You have to move forward."

Zhou Xufang continued ‘oh’ and asked Jiang Zhi: "Are you still cold?"

Jiang Zhi said it was not cold, and just after speaking, he coughed.

Mrs. Fried Noodle came over there: "Your boyfriend is quite squeamish."

Zhou Xufang understood this sentence and was a little unhappy: "He is just not in good health." Even if he is squeamish, he cannot be said by others.

"Big man, you can't help being so weak."

Zhou Xufang didn't want to care anymore, and gave Jiang Zhishun. When he stopped coughing, he said: "There is a hot water bottle over there. You are waiting for me here. I will buy it for you."

Jiang Zhi wearing a yellow helmet: "Yeah."

Zhou Xufang ran to buy a hot water bottle.

Jiang Zhi took off the helmet and pulled his hair twice: "A night." The voice was not as good as he was in front of Zhou Xufang just now.

Before the evening: "Boss."

"You go to contact me and ask if this piece of land under my feet is for sale?"

Ah Wan asked, "Why are you buying land?"

"Build a storefront for Zhou Xufang." Jiang Zhi's peachy eyes, half-squinted, skimmed past the fried noodle stall seemingly, "Take the way to rectify this street."

After finishing the order, he leaned on the small table with film, supported his chin with one hand, and dialed Xue Baoyi, "Film?" A pair of legs were too long and there was nowhere to put it, so he lay it across the table.

Ah Wan replied with an OK gesture, turned his head, and ‘complained’ to Mrs. Fried fans: "Hey, my boss, it’s just the money."

Aunt: "..."

Ah Wan walked to the stall, she was so big that she blocked the stall halfway, and continued to'complain': "Yes, people are also squeamish, wherever the wind blows, they build a house, squeamish ghost!"

Aunt: "..."

Ah Wan took out the car key from his pocket and played with it: "It's too weak. The old lady in the family has built several medical laboratories to support him, and the hospital has contracted several."

Know this car key.

Aunt: "..."

Ah Wan drew his ears with the car key: "He's not going to make progress. He shoots this, shoots that all day long, and then goes to a foreign film festival when he is fine. It's really not down to earth."

Although the employer is really annoying.

However, it is also his employer, the loyalty to the emperor, and Lin Wanwan is also a man of integrity and sense of honor and disgrace.

Can he dislike it, can others?

Can't!

Ah Wan sighed heavily: "Hey, no matter how good the film is, my boss will have to go home and inherit hundreds of millions of fortunes."

Mother Fried Noodle: "..."

Her face was green and white. In the end, she barely squeezed out a ‘kind and friendly’ smile: "Boy Xiao Zhou, don’t you eat rice noodles?"

Xiao Zhou’s boyfriend was on the phone, saying, “Come to Zhou Xufang to get the goods, you can ask for the price, and I want the money.” After saying this, he turned his attention to the fried noodle stall: “No, thank you.”

This behavior...

The more you look, the more incredible.

Ah Wan said, "Look at him, how squeamish, his stomach is nourished by the delicacies of the mountains and the sea, he can't eat anything, unlike me," the conversation turned, "Mother, give me a bowl of rice noodles."

The pan-fried aunt who was immersed in fear that "this street is going to be bought by Xiao Zhou's boyfriend, and the rice noodle stall may be reorganized away": "...oh."

When Ah Wan thought that his ribs rice would be eaten by Miss Zhou, he was very hungry: "Can you add eggs?"

"can."

"Then give me four poached eggs."

"Row."

In the end, the aunty stir-fried noodles handed Awan a three-person rice noodle, added two tablespoons of pork and a spoonful of diced chicken, and refused to accept any money.

Ah Wan was so refreshing to eat. He stuffed a lot of eggs in one bite, and looked back at Zhou Xufang who had come back from a trot: "Boss, the little lady boss is back."

Jiang Zhi was obviously delighted by this name, and his eyes were shaking with a smile.

Zhou Xufang came running. She carried the hand warmer in her clothes. When Jiang Zhi was in front of her, she stuffed the warm hand bag hidden in her clothes to Jiang Zhi: "The battery is fully charged. Now."

The spring scenery in Jiang Zhi's eyes is even more widespread.

His little girl will hurt people.

"Little Zhou."

The mother fried noodles next door suddenly gave Zhou Xufang a thumbs up: "Your boyfriend is really good."

Zhou Xufang was stunned for a moment, then touched the hot ears, took a peek at Jiang Zhi, and muttered quietly, "Not a boyfriend."

Aunt Fried Fen clenched fists with both hands and made a cheering gesture: "Hold it well, come on!"

Zhou Xufang: "..."

This aunt is so strange.

Today, there are many strange people.

The guest who just arrived is a young guy. He should have ran all the way, still panting, sweating on his head: "Film?"

"Posting." Zhou Xufang asked the customer, "Which one do you want to post?"

The guest said: "Everything will do."

Zhou Xufang chose a tempered film for him.

After posting, the guest asked again: "Is there a phone case?"

"Have."

"Ten here."

Over there, Eori, who is not down to earth, squeamish and motivated, will go back to inherit the family property if he is not good at filming, raised his eyelid a little.

The guest's voice seemed to tremble: "Twenty?"

"Cough cough cough cough cough..."

Jiang Zhi was coughing.

Zhou Xufang immediately turned around and looked at him with concern.

Jiang Zhi rubbed the little girl's head comfortably.

The guest changed his words at this time: "Forty!"

"You don't have that many mobile phone cases of this model." Zhou Xufang said.

The guest pays the bill directly by scanning the code: "Any model will do."

After more than ten minutes, another strange guest came.

In a suit and leather shoes, like a white-collar worker working in a big company, he carried a big bag in his hand. The bag was full of mobile phones, and he fell on the table all his head.

"Film."

Zhou Xufang was surprised: "Do you post them all?"

"Well, post them all." Asked again, "Is there still a phone case?"

"Have."

"Come eighty, whatever the model is, just a mobile phone case."

Zhou Xufang: "..."

She posted more than 20 minutes before finishing it. After the person left, she said to Jiang Zhi: "This person has a lot of mobile phones."

Jiang Zhi sat next to her, not too messy, holding a hand warmer and wearing a helmet, waiting for Zhou Xufang to make money with the film. He was very obedient. He asked, "What's wrong?"

"Did he steal the phone?"

Jiang Zhi: "..."

Who is Xue Baoyi looking for!

Zhou Xufang struggled: "Should we call the police?"

Jiang Zhimian did not change the color: "Maybe it is selling second-hand mobile phones."

Then don't call the police.

Ding.

There was news from Zhou Xufang's WeChat, she clicked and glanced.

Jiang Zhi asked: "Who is looking for you?"

"It's Mr. Xue Baoyi, he asked me to buy a phone case." After reading the message, she put the phone back in her bag with a happy expression on her face, "I made a lot of money today, Jiang Zhi, I will ask you to eat fruit jelly. "

Why is it jelly?

Zhou Xufang has fallen in love with fruit jelly recently, and thinks that strawberry-flavored fruit jelly is as good as marshmallow snacks.

Because today’s “business is very good”, she closed the stall early and led Jiang Zhi to buy two large bags of fruit jellies. Jiang Zhi sent her home, and she ate all the way in the car.

Jiang Zhi's car is made of powder, marshmallows and milk.

Zhou Xufang was very satisfied with the fruit jelly.

Jiang Zhi is funny: "I like it so much?"

She nodded and took a bite of the strawberry jelly, her eyes bent into crescents: "I haven't eaten it before."

"Don't your parents buy it for you?"

Her crooked eyes slowly drooped, silent, and she accidentally squashed the plastic box of jelly, and the jelly flesh fell on the seat of the car.

"Sorry, it got your car dirty." She reached out to pick it up.

Jiang Zhi pulled her hand over, wiped her hands first, and ignored the car seat: "I will buy it for you in the future." Touched her head, "If there is anything else I haven't eaten, tell me all. Buy it for you."

She lifted her head up and smiled again, not at all lost, laughing stupidly.

Jiang Zhi re-opened a fruit jelly for her, fed it to her mouth, and took a small bite.

"Is it sweet?"

"sweet."

He leaned over and slapped her lips: "It's very sweet."

Zhou Xufang, who leaked a bite of fruit jelly from his mouth: "..."

She blushed and became a goose, with some jelly stars hanging around her mouth.

"Have you a fever again?" Jiang Zhi licked the jelly star, his face was red, his eyes were red, but his eyes were not hiding at all, he looked at her, and then stretched out his hand to cover her forehead.

Yes, I have a fever again.

Zhou Xufang's soul floated in the clouds for a long time before returning to his body. He hurriedly picked out two strawberry-flavored fruit jellies from the bag and stuffed them into Jiang Zhi's hands: "I'll eat them."

She pushed the car door and trot into the house.

As soon as she entered the house, she started to jump around, like a gust of wind.

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