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Ruan Ting was fully prepared, and went straight into the bathroom of Wen Xun's house. When he really went in, he had no choice but to smash his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.

The bathroom is very cramped, simple and dilapidated, with only a toilet, washstand and a small washing machine, not even a bathtub.

Ruan Ting couldn't help but think of the crystal bathtub in his own home. His bathroom is all white furniture, elegant and warm. There is a TV on the wall, which can relieve boredom when taking a bath. There are always fresh flower arrangements on the sink, and the fragrance is in the air. Shuttle freely in the room, lingering and washing.

Ruan Ting closed his eyes and began to undress.

Turning on the shower, he finally understood what Wen Xun was referring to.

The water temperature of the shower can never be adjusted to a normal temperature, either too hot or too cold, as if the bather is born with rough skin and thick flesh, you choose yourself.

Ruan Ting chose the one with the lower water temperature.

But the cold water not only did not extinguish the fire, but inflamed the fire in my heart even more.

Ruan Ting hurriedly rushed, then knocked on the door, and shouted out: "Do you have any underwear? Borrow one."

The inertia of the body is hard to stop and resist. When he just took off his clothes, he threw his underwear on the ground, obviously not intending to wear them again.

There was a quick response from outside the door: "Pay with one hand and deliver with one hand."

In the end, Ruan Ting did not accept Wen Xun's proposal. It wasn't that he didn't want to pay, but he was just worried that Wen Xun handed him a ten-dollar foot-washing cloth. After all, he didn't even need a ten-dollar foot-washing cloth. They are all classic luxury brands.

Ruan Ting squeezed the space between his eyebrows, and put on other clothes first.

When he walked out of the bathroom, his body was still dominated by habit and he stretched out his hand naturally, only to find that the person who usually handed him hair towels, body lotion and essential oil was not here.

Just as he withdrew his hand, he felt that Wen Xun had kicked him.

"You haven't dried your hair, don't run around in the house, the water is all on the floor."

"Are you violent?" Ruan Ting gritted his teeth and retreated angrily, and suddenly grabbed Wen Xun's arm: "How do you use your washing machine?"

Wen Xun was puzzled: "Aren't you wearing all the clothes?"

Ruan Ting awkwardly pointed at the underwear thrown aside.

Wen Xun glanced awkwardly, "Can't you wash your hands?"

Ruan Ting asked as if he had touched something new: "Wash by hand?"

Wen Xun sounded very unreasonable when he said this, he leaned against the door, frowned and looked at Wen Xun: "Isn't it?"

Those gazes were complicated and deep, and disgust was in the majority.

Ruan Dinh said after experiencing a fierce ideological struggle: "It will not be just a short-term state, and it will inevitably develop into the opposite state driven by the non-human habitable environment."

Wen Xun's complexion was a bit cloudy, but ignorance seemed to be the best way for him to get along with Ruan Ting, he was about to leave, as if thinking of something, he looked back at Ruan Ting and asked, "You're not wearing it now? "

Ruan Ting's inner os: Crooked?something?

He put one arm on Wen Xun's shoulder, looked back at him without panic, raised the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile: "It doesn't affect my size whether I wear it or not."

After all, Ruan Tingchao raised his chin to Wen Xun, his mean eyes and cold eyes stared at each other, refusing to give in to each other, in the eyes of the man, such frivolous language was a provocation between two males, Wen Xun suddenly raised it with his knee. Ruan Ting kicked, shook off Ruan Ting's arm, and left indifferently.

"Ah..." The pain came from the calf, and Ruan Ting couldn't help but swear: "My mother..." He turned his head and saw Wen Xun was about to change clothes, with a strong back, a tight waist, and strong arms. A faint scar that looks...looks very capable.

For an egoist like Ruan Ting, shutting down the mic is the best choice. He limped to the sink and started a great practice that never met these two states.

When Ruan Ting woke up at noon the next day, the industrious little bee Wen Xun had already been working for half a day. He went home to take a nap at noon, and found that the sun was high and the sleepy Ruan Ting got out of the quilt of the sofa.

Wen Xun couldn't help kicking him again through the quilt.

"When will you pay back the money you owe me?"

Ruan Ting's complexion was very bad. Thanks to the wooden sofa, he didn't sleep the night before, and he suffered from insomnia until three o'clock in the morning.

"Speaking is money, but shutting is money. Is money your lifeblood?" After Mr. Ruan finished speaking, he answered in his own heart: Yes, it is my lifeblood.

He looked like this, so he was defeated and had no face to scold Wen Xun again.

When Wen Xun heard this, he became very angry. This guy was so rich and jaded, he also vividly interpreted what it means to be a grandpa who owes money.Wen Xun looked at the ceiling, rolled up his sleeves, and started to turn his neck, move his muscles and wrists.

Ruan Ting became highly vigilant and took the initiative to reconcile: "I never said I would not pay you back, it just takes time, and I will accept as long as it is a reasonable interest rate, and even I can give you ten times the compensation in the future, it was you who refused me first proposed."

Wen Xun slowly bent down, and looked directly at Ruan Ting who was sitting: "Scammer, don't you want to live in a house for three months?"

Ruan Ting: "..."

Brother, don't you want to see what your house is like?

Ruan Ding: "Do you know why the rich get richer and the poor get poorer?"

Without giving Wen Xun a chance to speak, Ruan Ting continued, "Because you not only always miss opportunities, but also keep guessing what Lady Luck thinks."

"You owe me [-] yuan, and there is a minimum repayment amount every day. If you don't pay off the debt that day, I will immediately send you to the place you should go." Wen Xun added threateningly, "You know that place, I won't call names."

If there is a mirror in front of Ruan Ting at this moment, he will find that his eyes are bursting with fire, and every cluster of flames can extinguish the burning ashes and disperse his soul.

That anger not only came from the unhappiness of being threatened, but also the helplessness of hating iron for nothing.

Wen Xun probably also felt the hostility emanating from Ruan Ting, he stood up straight again, and asked him condescendingly: "Since I'm not good at deception, please start with a small job. Did you study? What level did you graduate from? Junior college? High school? Junior high school? Elementary school?"

Wen Xun looked at Ruan Ting's expressionless face, and when he finished guessing in primary school, he couldn't go on guessing.

Ruan Ting looked indifferent. He graduated from the London Business School with a business degree. In his academic career from childhood to adulthood, being the first and skipping grades was commonplace. Almost everyone who disagreed with him became the second child in the end. He is too entitled to defend himself: "Have you heard of London Business School? It is one of the top five business schools in the world, and its position in business and management is unshakable." .”

Wen Xun listened carefully to what he said, and left directly after listening: "Forget it, I'll go heat up the porridge."

"I'm an outstanding graduate of that school." Even though Wen Xun had left, only his back was left, Ruan Ting insisted on saying this.

Against an empty wall.

Wen Xun didn't seem to have much appetite at noon, and he didn't really want to start a fire. He heated up the millet porridge he cooked in the morning, and then cooked a bag of instant noodles for himself. He prepared lunch for himself in 10 minutes, brought it to the dining table in the living room and started. .

Junk food is always fragrant, Wen Xun ate instant noodles with relish, Ruan Ting shook his head in disgust, and opened a piece of chocolate for himself to continue his life.

While Wen Xun was cooking, Ruan Ting walked to the window to stretch his body. He carefully opened the window so as not to let the flying dust rise. In fact, the cleanliness and tidiness of Wen Xun's house exceeded 80.00% of the houseboys. It is not unreasonable for people to touch doors and windows with a finger first, and to sit anywhere with half of their buttocks first. Now it is not unreasonable to accept the warm blanket when sleeping at night.

In addition to not being able to get along with himself, the warm blanket smelled of sunshine, healthy and dry, and he accepted it in resistance.

The floor and window sills of Wen Xun's house were also clean. There were no pets. There was only a row of cacti on the window sill for green vegetation, and there was nothing else. It was probably because it was easy to raise and didn't bother people much.

Seeing Wen Xun's hateful back busy in the kitchen, Ruan Ting changed his mind, and it might be because raising cacti saves money.

Too lazy to look at the creditor, Wen Xun turned his head sideways to look at the scenery outside the house.There is actually no scenery outside the house, low houses, dirty streets, and deep and long alleys, which can't be seen at a glance.

He poked his neck and saw the Laikang Building at a glance. Sure enough, no matter in any corner of the city, even in the darkest and most humid place where the moss grew darkly, he could see the Laikang Group. He looked up and saw the towering building. The skyscrapers seem to rush into the clouds, and the huge floor-to-ceiling windows reflect the silhouette of the scorching sun, overflowing with color and gold.

Since Laikang can still be seen, it seems that the location of the building is not far from here, but it is completely two worlds.

Two very different worlds.

He reached out and touched the little change left in his wallet, which was not enough for his food for two days, even if he really wanted to stay at Wen Xun's house for three months, other living expenses would be a heavy burden He must have a source of income, otherwise he will be unable to move an inch, so he unconsciously reached out to the black gold card on the other side of the wallet.

The supreme and luxurious VIP card has almost no restrictions on consumption and overdraft. Ruan Ting's hand gently rubbed the smooth card surface, and there was no expression on his face.

He can't move the money in this card, and Ruan Yao will catch him if he moves it. He keeps it just in case. At this moment, he just enjoys the smooth touch of the card surface.

"Do you know any jobs that can make money?" Ruan Ting suddenly asked Wen Xun. That night the taxi drove all the way south to this place. He was pulled into Wen Xun's world by the vortex of fate, a strange , A world completely different from my previous life.

Hearing that Ah Dou was finally about to get up, his wallet was credited immediately, Wen Xun put down his chopsticks and stood up, knowing everything, saying, "Go to the construction site to move bricks, go to the restaurant to wash dishes, go to the street Deliver food and courier, or go to the mall to be a security guard, which do you want to do?"

"You'rejoking." Ruan Ting opened his eyes wide and looked at Wen Xun motionlessly.

"Speak human." Wen Xun said.

"I, am not, can, do these things." Ruan Ting looked at Wen Xun seriously, and said in a slow and serious tone, "I need cash now..."

Before Ruan Ting finished speaking, he was interrupted by Wen Xun, "I see, you want to do the kind of work that can be done on the day, right? Go to the street to distribute leaflets. Other than this, other jobs, almost No one will pay you now."

"No, that's not what I mean, what I mean is..." Ruan Ting tried to explain to Wen Xun again, but was interrupted by Wen Xun for the second time, "What's the matter with you being coy? If you have I can go to the street to find it myself."

Ruan Ting thought about his daily minimum limit, stared straight at Wen Xun, fell into deep thought, and said nothing.

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Mr. Ruan: Thinking back to the last time you did your laundry, when was it?