Master Jiu, my wife is wearing countless vests!

Long Qingcheng was stunned and suddenly didn't know what to say.

The man stepped forward, with a vague arc at the corner of his mouth, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "I also have a room here, so of course I don't have to leave."

oh. That's right, this is the ninth master in the capital, how could he not have a house at the top of Ziyun?

Long Qingcheng twisted his long hair around with his fingers several times, looking at the person in front of him with twinkling eyes.

She smiled slightly, her evil eyes hard to look away from, "What a pity, this house belongs to someone else."

Di Yuanjue was in a good mood today, with joy in his brows. His handsome face was not as gloomy as yesterday, but his voice was extra hoarse not sure because of the morning, "If you want it, I can give it to you. But do we go in and talk?”

"Forget it, this house is extremely expensive." She moved away and walked inside.

Di Yuanjue walked in, his cold eyes were very deep, and he said calmly, "It's okay, I am the developer here, and all the rows inside belong to me!"

Long Qingcheng: "..." Put her money into his pocket.

At first, Cheng Lin was desperate and had to wait in line for so many days to buy two apartments.

After buying it, I went bankrupt.

He earned it with blood!

She casually changed the subject: "Let me tell you first, I don't have breakfast here."

Shadow Wind, who had left without knowing when, came back again, but his hands had many more bags out of thin air.

Yingfeng spoke from behind, explaining that they were here to deliver breakfast, "Miss Long, our boss has already bought breakfast."

Long Qingcheng turned his head, a little embarrassed, and concealed his emotions before closing the door and walking in.

She looked at the breakfast that Yingfeng had placed on the table. The huge dining table was full.

She pointed to the breakfast on the table and wondered: "Is this really breakfast for two people?" Not for seven or eight people.

When Di Yuanjue came in, he looked around the whole room. Everything was a person, and he obviously lived alone.

The whole place is very simple, mainly in gray and white tones, and the furniture is all white, making it look particularly spotless.

Hearing Long Qingcheng's words, he walked over and tapped his fingers on the table, "I didn't know what you like to eat, so I asked Yingfeng to buy some."

The two sat down to eat.

Long Qingcheng picked and picked out some of the most famous snacks in the capital, which were never allowed to be taken away.

Di Yuan is absolutely different.

Shrimp dumplings, xiaolongbao, soy milk, custard buns...all taste good.

She was eating happily, and the happy look on her face was clearly visible. She was about to pick up the spoon and take a few mouthfuls of millet porridge, eating the sweet and fragrant rice porridge.

……

After breakfast, Long Qingcheng learned that Di Yuanjue was going to send him back to school in person.

She was stunned while holding the violin, "Aren't you busy?"

"You can also do it in the car." Di Yuanjue stood at the door with his hands in his pockets. As he spoke, he brushed the violin in Long Qingcheng's hand. He bent down and handed over his hand. His voice was low and deep, "I'll help you." you."

Long Qingcheng glanced at it and let go, "Thank you."

If Cheng Lin were here at this time, she would be shocked, because the violinists are all Long Qingcheng's life-saving guys. She rarely uses her hands to let others pick it up, and usually carries it herself.

Even Moon has never touched it once.

As soon as the two got into the car, Di Yuanjue placed a black gold card on Long Qingcheng's lap.

"Top of Purple Cloud, Unit 01, Building 0102."