Zhao Jindong went to take a shower, and Song Chen was walking alone in the bedroom. He found that the pot of Yonghuaisu on the head of the bed was not as good as the previous few days, and seemed to have withered. However, he remembered that Mrs. Zhao and the others said that the most famous ones in Yonghuaisu were not only good at flower shapes, but also long-lasting blooms and would not shed for several months. How long has it been?

He didn't know what was wrong. If a pot of flowers cost tens of thousands of yuan, it would make him feel sad.

He went downstairs with flowers in his arms. The lights in the hall had gone out, leaving only the lights near the kitchen and corridor. Mother Wang was about to rest when she saw him coming downstairs, she walked out and said, "I haven't had a rest yet?"

Song Chen nodded: "Has Master Zheng lived here recently, or did he go home?"

"His wife disappeared this spring. Since then, he rarely goes back to his house. He lives in the flower house for eight days. What's wrong with your flower?"

Song Chen said: "I seem to be sick, so I will hold it for him to see."

Wang's mother said: "The grass was just watered today. You can walk on the stone road, don't pass the grass."

"knew."

Song Chen hugged Yong Huaisu and went out. He only wore a nightgown. The wind blew outside, and it was a little cold.

The flower room was in the back yard, and there was a separate building. When he walked in the manor, he saw that it was pitch black all around, so he walked quickly. Fortunately, Master Zheng was not asleep yet.

Master Zheng was very happy when he saw the pot of Yonghuaisu. He was really benefiting from Song Chen's glory. He had seen so many precious flowers in his life: "I have heard that the Second Master gave you a pot of Yonghuaisu. I have always wanted to see it. This flower is very expensive, and I have only seen it online."

"Then I'll let you go, you can take good care of it."

Song Chen didn't stay in the flower room for much, but after he entered, he was attracted by the fragrance of flowers inside. The blooming flowers at night felt a little more intense, so he folded two pink and white flowers and took them out of the flower room.

When he walked to the door of the house, he saw a car coming from afar. He stood in the corridor with flowers. Wang Ma also came out of it and said, "Xiaochen, you'd better go in. I think it's Xinzhi's car."

They all knew Zhao Xinzhi’s thoughts about Song Chen. Just a few days ago, Wang’s mother was an old man at home. She felt that Song Chen was still meeting Zhao Xinzhi Young Master.

Song Chen was about to go in after hearing this. Who knew that as soon as he reached the door, the car horn rang, so he had to stop and stand in the corridor with Wang Ma, watching the car parked in front.

Zhao Xinzhi got out of the car and said, "I still ran when I saw me."

"Brother is back so late."

"I saw that Zhou Yunyun's circle of friends has posted you again, so I'm worried about you, so I come back and take a look."

"I forgot if you don't say it." Song Chen said: "She was talking nonsense. Her nose was thrown by herself, but I didn't hit me."

"I think she deserves a beating, and because she is a woman, she is getting more and more arrogant."

He said as he entered the door with Song Chen and the others. Wang's mother asked him: "Are you eating, are you eating?"

"Let's send a plate of fruits to it later." Zhao Xinzhi said.

Wang's mother went to the kitchen to prepare fruits, and Zhao Xinzhi and Song Chen went upstairs together: "What kind of flower is this?"

"I just folded it, and I don't know."

"And there are flowers you don't know." Zhao Xinzhi smiled.

Just after laughing, I looked up and saw Mrs. Zhao.

Mrs. Zhao was wearing a nightgown and hugged her arms and said, "What are you honking in the middle of the night?"

Zhao Xinzhi didn't say anything, and Song Chen took the opportunity to say, "Then I'll go back to my room to sleep, good night mom, good night brother."

Zhao Xinzhi watched him run upstairs and then looked at Mrs. Zhao.

Mrs. Zhao said: "I thought you had taught me a lesson, so why are you coming back to do?"

"This is my home, what can I do when I come back? I thought my mother was looking forward to me coming back every day."

Mrs. Zhao was helpless, and her gloomy face softened: "Xinzhi..."

Zhao Xinzhi didn't say anything and went upstairs. The perfume smell on his body was mixed with smoke, which smelled a little bad.

Before Zhao Jindong came out of the bathroom, Song Chen put the flowers he had just folded in the bottle and placed them on the head of the bed.

When the light shone, it looked similar to that pot of Yonghuaisu, but the colors were different, and it should be a kind of orchid. He went up and smelled it, and the fragrance was very light.

Zhao Jindong took a shower and saw it. He asked, "Where is that pot of Yonghuaisu?"

"I think it's a bit wilted, so I took it to the flower room to take care of Master Zheng."

Zhao Jindong didn't say anything and took a cup to drink water.

After taking a shower, he seemed to have to drink water, which was a habit of life. For Song Chen, Zhao Jindong, who had just come out of the shower and drank water in a bathrobe, was very sexy.

When he first met Zhao Jindong, he was attracted by the scene of him drinking water. His swallowing throat had an inexplicable lust, which was easy to make people think about it.

He coughed gently, lifted the quilt and sat on the bed. After a while, Zhao Jindong also came to bed, took out his tablet, put on his glasses, and started his evening work.

He found that Zhao Jindong was actually very hard-working, a little different from the rich family he thought, and much busier than he thought. He thought that the boss was just signing documents and issuing orders, and it should be easy all day long.

Zhao Jindong was busy with work, so he was playing with his mobile phone evilly next to him.

Song Chen found that his novel finally welcomed many real readers.

Perhaps because of the fact that he was investing more thunder, he was put on the top list. There were a lot of clicks and comments all at once, and the number of exposures was released. There were seven or eight comments from new readers. The latest one was: "Looking forward to the follow-up."

It is also a comforting chat for readers to watch it.

Although there is no such thing as "why is it so good-looking" or "so good-looking".

But what he is more concerned about now is who the "Ruchen Sibao" who threw thunder for him was. He intuitively felt that it should be Zhao Xinzhi.

He had just seen it not long ago, and it was quite similar to his tone. He always doted on Song Chen.

It was embarrassing that he mistakenly thought it was Zhao Jindong.

It seems that Zhao Jindong is still very cold to him. But it doesn’t matter, he will make Zhao Jindong slowly improve his views on him.

Don’t be liked by the person you like, but at least don’t let the other person hate it.

He sent a message to ask Sun Sihai how he did it later.

Sun Sihai replied: "I'm still doing it. This time I used some special effects. I'm not very satisfied with the effect of the first version, so I asked them to rework it tonight."

Song Chen replied: "Don't ask them to work overtime, don't worry."

Sun Sihai replied with an OK expression.

What Song Chen really has to deal with is the farmhouse matter. The old housekeeper said that the construction materials have been picked up the mountain because they are mainly wooden houses, and most of them can be used locally. Song Chen asked him to find villagers in Menggu Village and surrounding villages: "It's enough for those who can work, and it's better for those who know a little about building a house."

The old housekeeper asked: "Don't you look for a professional construction team?"

"No, we will build the local house like this. Don't make it fancy. After the house is built, I will go to the designer to decorate and design it, and just make it clean. Try to find local people and find some livelihood for them."

The old housekeeper said: "You can't do this. Doing business is not charity. You can't always think of them."

Song Chen said: "Anyway, it's not for making money. Can you help one person?

He was really happy to be able to help people in the mountains. He used to think that if he was developed, he would definitely feel accomplished if he could do some charity and help poor families. Now, if he felt it personally, he really felt full of energy.

Creating conditions for making money as much as possible for the local area is more meaningful than sending red envelopes to them during festivals. Getting without giving sometimes becomes a story about farmers and snakes. People in the countryside are simple, but sometimes they are more greedy. It depends on what it depends on. He doesn’t want to put in his efforts and fail to fail.

"Don't worry, I have nothing to do now, I'll keep an eye on you all day."

"Forget it normally. If it rains and the mountain roads are hard to walk, don't go, be careful."

The old housekeeper said, "I know."

He hung up the phone and heard Zhao Jindong ask him: "What are you doing, building a house?"

Song Chen nodded and said, "I'm interested in a place in the middle of the East Mountain. I plan to build a farmhouse in that kind of plum blossom, so that if tourists go there, there will be a place to rest and eat."

Zhao Jindong asked, "Don't you have a flower field in Wenchang?"

"I've made another piece," said Song Chen.

Zhao Jindong didn't say anything after hearing this.

Anyway, Song Chen always remembered that one thing happened, and he thought that Song Chen was messing around for his hobby again.

"The video I took last time was there. The old plum tree was there. I originally wanted to buy plum blossoms and plant it in Wenchang flower field, but I heard that the old plum tree is hundreds of years old. I ran over and looked at it with Uncle Bai. I fell in love with him at a glance and bought the old plum tree. I was afraid that I would transplant it to Wenchang, and if it was killed again or that it would not bloom this year, I simply built a plum blossom field there. I bought a lot of small plum blossom trees to plant it in the field. When the plum blossoms bloom in winter, I would like to invite you to see it together?"

Zhao Jindong glanced at Song Chen and said, "Look at it then."

He didn't even agree to him directly.

Song Chen lay on the bed and pulled his phone, then turned his head and said, "What do you think? Do you have time to see if you are free? How busy you can be, you will have no time at all."

Zhao Jindong said: "If it were the New Year, I might not have time."

Every year, two or three months before the Spring Festival, he is busy until he is not stuck. It is just a little looser during the Spring Festival days. When he goes to work after the New Year, the company will have a lot of things.

His winter is very busy, and even during the Spring Festival, it is relatively loose. Now the brothers have started to carry the burden, and there are many families to visit during the Spring Festival, and there are even more dinner parties that can’t be completed in one day.

The only thing about Song Chen in the Zhao family is loose... He is loose all year round, and he is just playing.

A veritable idle young master.

"How much money did you invest this time?" Zhao Jindong asked.

Song Chen lay down next to him, put his hands on his stomach, and said, "I don't know what it is. It's all about Uncle Bai. It's probably tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands. It's mainly about the money for buying plum blossoms and some labor costs."

"You have spent a lot of money on planting flowers over the years. I don't know how large your farmhouse is. If you don't have enough money, I'll give you an idea. There are so many rare flowers in your flower house, and you can sell them a few pots and the money will be in place."

"We both thought of going together!" Song Chen rolled around and looked at him again: "I thought about this too, but I still have a lot of cards in my card now and I can't use them all. Dad just transferred a large sum of money for me some time ago."

Before he checked his bank card, he had this idea. In fact, there were too many things he could sell. Just the gadgets of "Golden Zhi Yuye" would be enough for him to spend his whole life selling them!

Zhao Jindong was infected by his appearance, smiled at the corner of his mouth, his glasses glowed with a flat light, and said, "Our family belongs to you."
To be continued...