Feng Yiping was blowing cold wind outside the house, and the three inside the house were all a little strange.

Fang Yingzhi and Wu Qian both pretended that Feng Yiping hadn't seen him in the morning. When they heard Jin Ling's cry, they knew what had happened just now, but they looked like they didn't know at all. The skirt on Mr. Jin naturally knew how much they would see when they helped to zip.

The two of them were careful now, afraid that Jin Ling would see something. Who knows if she would take two pairs of shoes out because of this? The president can't do anything to the boss and can't deal with these two little shrimps?

"Go and wash up quickly, I'll order breakfast," Jin Ling said as if nothing had happened.

She didn't know Wu Qian and Fang Yingzhi, or did she know the scene that happened just now, but she could only pretend that they didn't know, otherwise, it would be so embarrassing and difficult to explain.

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The doorbell rang, and Wu Qian, who was still pursing her lips and looking at the lip line, ran over to open the door. Two male butlers were standing at the door pushing the dining car, "Mr. Jin, why did you order so much? Are there anyone else?"

"It's just the three of us, so I can't help but get a little more," Jin Ling said lightly, "Look at what else you like, if you don't have enough,"

Fang Yingzhi, who was dressed up, saw the pile of food trucks, and thought to himself that Mr. Jin wanted to turn depression into food intake, or did he want someone to spend more money?

Tsk, I have to say that there is indeed no free lunch in this world. I just took advantage of it in a hotel store last night. This morning, the people who took advantage of it were taken advantage of it. It was true that it was a reward for it, and it was unhappy.

Mr. Jin spent the most money last night, so this morning's retribution was the most harsh.

However, I seem to have been taken advantage of a lot of money. Isn’t it a bit inconsistent with the clothes I bought last night?

In short, today's breakfast was the most and most ruthless one for the three of them. Some of the actions were synchronized, such as when eating bread, they were all gritting their teeth.

That portion of the celery is a rare portion of the many meals that are served. It is crispy when bitten, and it doesn’t matter how pleasant it is!

However, they really made the wrong plan to make Feng Yiping bleed by eating breakfast. Together, no big belly can eat it.

Moreover, for girls who regard their figure as more important than life, revenge by eating is definitely a tragic trick of killing one thousand enemies and at least nine hundred of them.

Why not self-destruction but nine hundred? Because the hotels are all opened by Feng Yi, he naturally has to settle the room fee every month, but a considerable amount of the money he paid is not returned to his pocket in the end?

In fact, it's much more than that.

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Hearing the sound of opening the door, the three people who ate a lot of breakfast changed a little. Jin Ling was still sitting, but just tightened her small suit. Fang Yingzhi hurriedly lowered her head to clean up the dishes on the table. Wu Qian got up and called and notified the catering department to come up to clean up the tableware.

But Feng Yiping, who was on the phone, just glanced at them casually and walked into the study, which made the three of them feel relieved. But at the same time, he was a little embarrassed and annoyed. Could it be that he could take advantage of him in vain?

But, so what? Could it be, let's look back?

After calling, Feng Yiping looked at the breakfast full of two dining trucks, "Haha, it seems that he has a good appetite," he is the best at pretending, just pretending that the things in the morning do not exist.

"Yingzhi, stop collecting, keep it all. I just use it for lunch. My parents often say that thrifty family is a treasure, and I must carry forward and inherit it."

"Then you have lunch, we won't come back at noon, Yingzhi, let's go to Jiayuan.com,"

"Thank you for your hard work," Feng Yiping handed her her bag, but carefully tried to keep a safe distance from her. Her shoes today were also tall and pointed.

"By the way, do you have any arrangements tonight? My dad asked last night that he didn't make arrangements tonight,"

Tonight, I must not go home for dinner with you tonight, "It's really not possible tonight. Jiayi's mother called me just now and I must visit her house tonight."

"Oh," Jin Ling glanced at him, "then let's talk about it,"

"Okay, be careful on the road," Feng Yiping diligently helped them open the door.

When I turned around, I only saw Wu Qian's back, "Mr. Feng, I put these into the kitchen," and it was like running away again.

Until now, she was embarrassed to look at Feng Yiping in front of her eyes.

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"Mr. Jin, don't you go to the garage directly?" When he was halfway down, Fang Yingzhi saw Jin Ling pressing the first floor and couldn't help asking.

"Well, something is wrong," said Jin Ling, who was tracing his hands, but he didn't say anything.

When she left the elevator and watched Jin Ling walk towards the commodity department again, Fang Yingzhi probably understood what she wanted to do. It turned out that Mr. Jin also felt that the advantage she was taken and the money she spent was not quite equal.

"You inform Wu Qian to come down too," Jin Ling turned around and explained to Fang Yingzhi before entering the store.

"OK,"

Wu Qian, who had been slowing down in the kitchen, received a call from Fang Yingzhi and walked out with her head down, "Yiping, I'll go out, Mr. Jin has something to ask me for,"

"It's okay, you go," Feng Yiping still didn't raise his head. She felt that the posture was the same as in the morning.

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Wu Qian, confused, went down to the first floor and saw Fang Yingzhi waiting for him, "Here,"

"Where is Mr. Jin, what's the matter with me?"

"You will know when you go in," Fang Yingzhi smiled and pushed her into the specialty store next to her.

Jin Ling was holding a bag and gestured, "Wu Qian, look, what do you like?"

"Ah?" Wu Qian was even more confused.

"Forget it, these bags are not new," Jin Ling said with a drop of the bag in her hand.

If ordinary people say this in the store, the people who accompany her to accompany her with a smile on their faces will immediately attack them, but how dare they be against Jin Ling?

"Yes, these bags are not new," the store manager laughed. "Mr. Jin, you can look at the shoes. These are new ones."

Jin Ling glanced at Wu Qian a few more times, and took a pair from the rack, "This pair is suitable for you, you can try it."

"No need for Mr. Jin," Wu Qian waved her hand quickly.

"It must be tried," Jin Ling stuffed it into her hand, "Yingzhi, see which one you like,"

Fang Yingzhi was much more calm. Mr. Jin really thought about it in his heart, and he had to spend some money to balance it.

"Wu Qian, don't be polite, just keep the account like last night," Jin Ling waved her hand in a grand manner.

Wu Qian probably understood Jin Ling's meaning at this time, but I don't know if she should comfort her or ban her?

She didn't expect that Jin Ling was trying to ask Feng Yiping to pay the money because she knew that it was impossible in this way.

Wu Qian, who is responsible for handling Feng Yiping's one-way affairs, may know some things better than Feng Yiping. His expenses in his hotel are all classified under the name of "expenditures", that is, they are all fully reimbursed.

No matter how much they spend, the expenses this month have increased a little, and the company has to pay a portion of the income tax accordingly.

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Although Director Fang was unwilling to accept it, in the eyes of outsider Feng Yiping, she was still pretty good. At least her current house is better than the houses in the city. Not only is it newer and bigger, but the key is that the environment is also better.

This may be the characteristic of our great celestial dynasty. Even the most awesome mansion, this first-class or that villa, is sometimes a joke compared to the houses of some officials.

Of course, there is still a difference between this. Director Fang probably does not have a property certificate and only uses the right to use the house. After she retires, it will probably be difficult to guarantee her current treatment.

I guess this is also because many officials love money. If they are used to living in such a house, then they will live in an ordinary apartment building. What is the most beautiful sunset?

Unlike before, when he went to Director Fang's house, Feng Yiping's treatment has improved greatly this time. The couple stood on the porch with a smile. Before, Feng Yiping did not laugh much when he saw Mayor Fang, especially this kind of enthusiastic, warm, and unexplained smile.

"Yiping, please come in quickly," Director Fang took his hand intimately into the house. "I haven't seen you for a few years, and I'm getting more and more energetic." He looks like a loving aunt.

"Auntie, you are very energetic and young," she was so enthusiastic, and Feng Yiping didn't call her director.

"Haha, where, old, look, you have grown up, aren't we old? Your parents are in good health? Oh, the house is hot, take off your coat, come, give it to me, just order it," she turned on the heating today.

"Thank you aunt. My parents are in good health over the past few years. I will do it myself." He couldn't ask her to help him hang clothes.

"Give it to me," Zheng Boshan took it over, "Yiping, you chat with your aunt first, I have to go and see the soup. Tonight's main course was specially made by the chef, so I stewed a soup and a few appetizers, which will be ready soon,"

"Thank you, uncle, you are so kind,"

"Let's sit," Director Fang led him to the sofa. "Originally, it was time to invite you to eat outside, but your uncle said, you probably are used to eating hotel food, so it's better to come home. In addition, we also want you to come to recognize the door. If you have time in the future, you are welcome to walk around, your parents."

There is a reason she hasn't said yet. Feng Yiping's attention is quite high now. As an official, if he is photographed, he might have a bad impact.

"Thank you, auntie, I really like to eat at home, and auntie, I must apologize to you. I haven't visited you since you transferred to the provincial capital. I'm really sorry,"

"What are you talking about? Come on, eat some fruit first," Director Fang handed him a stack of cut apples. "We all know that you are too busy now. It is said that you can't celebrate the New Year at home for several years. The aunt understands it very much. Doing things is like that."

"Besides, have you never forgotten us? Just talk about Jiayi, how much help you have helped? Yiping, aunt must solemnly thank you today, thank you for your arrangements for Jiayi."

"Auntie, don't, Jiayi and I are classmates, and it is appropriate to help each other. Besides, I do those things mainly because I want Jiayi to share more work for me in the future. I really consider myself."

"Haha, you kid is still as humble as before. This is good. Such quality will make you go further."

"Thank you, auntie, I have to say thank you, and I have to thank you for your care for me and my family,"

"I didn't do anything. Now that I think about it, I still feel that I did too little for you at the beginning."

"No, it's enough, auntie, thank you for everything you did for me,"

"I said you two, don't thank you all," Zheng Boshan brought in thermal insulation gloves and brought a bowl of soup, "Okay, serve,"

"Yes, let's go, you're hungry, see if the food is suitable for your appetite," Director Fang took him to the table.

Yes, how can it not be as good as your appetite? This table is the most classic dishes in the province, not all the colors, fragrances and tastes. The shapes and carvings are obvious from everyone's hands. I wonder which chef they invited to cook.

It is much more difficult to invite a chef to cook at home than to have a meal in a hotel.

"I'm so satisfied. I like it both, but uncles and aunts. This is really troublesome. I actually really like the dishes made by Uncle Zheng."

"Haha, then I'm so honored," Zheng Boshan laughed. "That's not a problem. When do you want to eat, when will I make it for you?"

Director Fang had already filled him with a glass of wine, "Come on Yiping, Lao Zheng, let's raise your glasses together to congratulate Yiping on his achievements."

"I dare not take it, thank you uncle and aunt for your help,"

"Haha, sit down," Zheng Boshan greeted him, "I heard from Jiayi that you don't like drinking. This habit is good, just let me know,"

"Yiping, your uncle and I have been paying attention to what you do, including your recent actions in the United States. It's really good. To say it's longer, the things you did since high school really give us a face and really make our face shine. Our city, our No. 1 Middle School, it's a blessing to have a child like you,"

"Auntie, you're over-reputable,"

"Yiping," Zheng Boshan interrupted his words, "These are the truths of your aunt and me. You don't have to be humble. We have never regarded you as an outsider. We are really proud of your achievements today,"

"Yes, you'll just listen to these. Come on, eat a piece of fish and be careful of thorns."

"Come on, this soup is not bad, it is actually made by the chef. I just heated it up," Zheng Boshan gave him a bowl of soup.

If Zheng Jiayi saw this scene now, she might have a bit of food. Her parents were even better than hers than her. I am your baby daughter, okay? (To be continued.)

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