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The next day, Guan Ming didn't get up until mid-sun. He opened the door and saw that the sun was shining in the courtyard. A retired man basking in the sun.

"Why is this?" Guan Ming walked over, grabbed two melons and shot them on the forehead, "So idle? Don't work anymore?"

Zhao Wen looked concerned: "There is no work to do."

Guan Ming: "?"

Zhou Lin showed admiration: "Let Bian Xing do it all."

Guan Ming: "..."

Zhao Wen stretched out his hand and turned his fingers around the yard: "When I woke up in the morning, he was reading a book here. At that time, he had already cooked breakfast, washed his clothes and dried them outside. Even the fish you caught After changing the water, when you woke up just now, he had just picked and washed the vegetables to be cooked at noon..."

Guan Ming's forehead was throbbing with blue veins: "Then what about others now?"

Zhou Lin: "I went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables."

Guan Ming got angry and kicked each of them: "You just watch him do so many things? How old is he and how old are you? Excuse me?"

Zhao Wen said aggrievedly: "He won't let us do it, and we are in a hurry to grab him."

Guan Ming brushed his hair, turned around and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face. After cleaning up, he changed into a coat, took the keys and ran out the door.

Zhao Wen chased him out and shouted, "He's gone to the west side vegetable market!"

Guan Ming turned around and headed west.

The vegetable market was not far away, and it took ten minutes to walk there. When Guan Ming got there, he happened to see Bian Xing coming out of it.

Bian Xing was holding bulging shopping bags in both hands. He was a little surprised when he saw Guan Ming, but he soon cheered up and smiled at him: "Guan Ming!"

Standing in the sun, he was full of vitality, every hair on his face was glowing, what's more, he was wearing Guan Ming's clothes.

Guan Ming's eyes almost looked straight, he calmed down and suppressed the emotions in his heart, and walked over to get the shopping bag: "Give it to me."

Bian Xing stepped aside: "No, I can carry it."

Guan Ming snatched the two shopping bags into his hands with a "tsk" sound: "Where did you get the money for buying so many things?"

Bian Xing: "It's paid by mobile phone. In the morning, I found that Brother Zhao had the same data cable as my mobile phone, so I borrowed his to charge it."

Guan Ming rummaged in the bag, found the shopping receipt, looked at the spending amount on it, and frowned: "You are doing housework and grocery shopping. Are you a guest like this? Didn't you still sleep last night?" Come to the study, you are a guest, two things and two sets of standards?"

Bian Xing saw him pulling his face like someone owed him millions, he felt a little unconvinced, he poked his neck and beeped softly: "I didn't sleep in the study, so I don't count as a guest."

Guan Ming was laughed angrily by him again: "Then you are the host? I am the guest?"

Bian Xing: "..."

Seeing him lowering his eyes, Guan Ming slapped himself in the heart: I call you fierce!Can you speak well!

Bian Xing reached into his trouser pocket, took out a lottery ticket, and said in a coaxing tone: "Don't be angry, this is for you, I'm here to buy vegetables because the aunt next door said there is an event here today, eggs Buy one get one free, pork is [-]% off, and there is a lottery, if you come late, it will be gone. I got two coupons, one won the laundry detergent, and the other one didn't open, I'll give you a try!"

Guan Ming choked: "Me? A lottery draw?"

Bian Xing nodded, stretched out his hand to pull his sleeve, a little coquettishly said: "Go and try."

Guan Ming looked down at his hand, his heart was hit violently, he was instantly dizzy, his face was still stiff, and he was already walking towards the vegetable market with his feet, but fortunately his thinking ability was not lost, Bian Xing stuffed the lottery ticket When I gave it to him, I wanted to take a shopping bag away, but he stopped me.

This vegetable market is called a vegetable market, but it is actually a supermarket that sells everything. When you enter the door, you will find the cash register and service desk.

Guan Ming walked over and put the lottery ticket on the table: "How to draw this prize?"

The cashier took the coupon and handed over a tablet with an electronic turntable on the interface: "Here, you order the lottery."

Guan Ming made a move and clicked on it without hope. The pointer turned rapidly, then gradually slowed down, and finally stopped on a grid - Joyoung Soymilk Maker.

Guan Ming stared: "!!!"

Bian Xing bumped his shoulder excitedly: "Soymilk maker! It's from Joyoung! You can make soymilk now! Guan Ming, you are so lucky!"

Guan Ming was a little skeptical about life, he was in a daze, he didn't pay attention to let him stagger, and couldn't help turning his head: "You are a cow, so strong?"

Bian Xing bowed his head with guilt, and handed the tablet to the cashier: "We have won a prize, please redeem a prize for us!"

Five minutes later, the two walked out of the market under the envious eyes of the grandparents.

Bian Xing held the soya-bean milk machine and happily discussed with him: "Guan Ming, shall we drink soya-bean milk tomorrow? I can deep-fry fried dough sticks, do you want fried dough sticks?"

Guan Ming pursed his lips into a straight line, with a patient expression on his face.

Bian Xing: "I can also make steamed stuffed buns and sesame balls, as well as fried dumplings and egg pancakes... Guan Ming, what do you like to eat?"

Guan Ming couldn't bear it any longer, and fiercely said, "Are you here to do housekeeping? You don't need to make breakfast!"

Bian Xing blinked and lowered his voice: "I want to do it for you."

"You want to give me..." Guan Ming's mind was stuck, feeling his heart was being grabbed, "Do..."

When the last word came out of his mouth, he was a little fluttering, and he almost swung into the sky. Guan Ming stopped and lost sight of himself.

Bian Xing said seriously: "Yes, I want to do it for you, you can find a job with peace of mind, and leave the other things to me."

Guan Ming closed his eyes and took a deep breath, scolding himself in his heart: Beast!

Bian Xing looked at him suspiciously, and moved his face closer: "What are you doing?"

Guan Ming opened his eyes, without squinting, and strode forward: "It's nothing."

Bian Xing was puzzled, he just felt that he was not happy and felt a little uneasy, and he didn't dare to speak up all the way afterwards.

Back in the small courtyard, Guan Ming handed two bags of things to Zhao Wen and Zhou Lin. Seeing that his expression was not right, they guessed that it was because of Bian Xing's work, and they were a little timid. They kept saying that we were going to make lunch. He sneaked into the kitchen with his things in his hands, yelled at Bian Xing not to enter, and closed the kitchen door with a "bang".

Bian Xing watched Guan Ming walk into the house, then looked at the closed kitchen door, standing alone in the yard at a loss.

Guan Ming came out of the room again and looked at him: "What are you doing so stupidly? Don't you feel tired of the sun at noon? Come in!"

Bian Xing dawdled into the house, and followed him to the study.

Guan Ming walked to the desk, bent down and turned on the computer.

Bian Xing rubbed against him and asked in a low voice, "Are you angry?"

Guan Ming turned to look at him: "Who are you angry with?"

Bian Xing looked blank: "...Me?"

Guan Ming didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and raised his hand to pat his head: "No, it's impossible to be angry with you if you're angry with anyone. Don't think about it, I'm angry with myself. You said you came all the way, I'll be mad at you." Is it plausible to let you finish your work by sleeping in until noon?"

Bian Xing smiled embarrassedly: "It's nothing, I also work at home."

Guan Ming: "That's different. You and your dad are the only ones in your family. Your dad is getting old. It's normal for you to work. You come to my place. We are all young people with hands and feet. Housework It should be shared, where can you do it alone?"

Bian Xing looked at him: "Oh, aren't you angry with me?"

Guan Ming: "I'm not angry with you, I just love you."

Bian Xing raised the corner of his mouth and nodded: "Oh."

Guan Ming couldn't hold back his face: "I may have spoken a little aggressively just now, don't get me wrong."

"Not fierce!" Bian Xing retorted immediately, and took a few steps closer to him, looking at him with bright eyes, "You are a good person."

Guan Ming almost lost his footing: "???"

No, what do you mean by sending me a good person card all the time?

Bian Xing couldn't understand his depression at all, and touched his shoulder affectionately: "You are so kind to me!"

Guan Ming: "..."

A few minutes later, Guan Ming finally recovered from the shock of being coquettishly rubbed by Bian Xing, and calmly sat down in front of the computer.

Bian Xing asked, "Have you had breakfast?"

Guan Ming: "No, why?"

Bian Xing: "Lunch is still a while away, so shall I fry an egg for you?"

Guan Ming couldn't bear to refuse his kindness, nodded: "OK, thank you!"

Bian Xing left in a hurry, and not long after, he brought over fried eggs and made a cup of instant coffee. Guan Ming was so moved by his thoughtfulness and virtuousness, he said to himself, don’t do this again, or I won’t be able to hold me down. The beast at heart.

Bian Xing didn't know what he was thinking at all, dragged a chair over and sat down beside him, watching him curiously submit his resume: "Are you looking for a job?"

Guan Ming nodded: "Yes."

If you don't look for a job again, you're afraid that you will grow old and lose your life.

Bian Xing looked at the famous TV stations, with admiration and admiration in his eyes, he leaned closer to Guan Ming, shoulders together.

Zhao Wen poked his head at the door: "Omelettes are so delicious, Brother Guan, do you want to eat them? If not, I'll help you eat them?"

Guan Ming didn't lift his eyes: "Dream your dream."

Zhao Wen looked at how they were sitting side by side, and thought it was funny: "Hey Bian Xing, you're going to grow on your elder brother Guan Ming."

Guan Ming had noticed it a long time ago, and he kept holding back like a cat scratching in his heart, but this time he really couldn't hold back, and turned his head to look at Bian Xing.

The four eyes met, Bian Xing blinked, his face suddenly turned red, but his body didn't move, sticking to him stubbornly.

Guan Ming withdrew his gaze, took a few deep breaths quietly, and refocused his attention on the computer. He revised and polished his resume, and cast it to several interested TV stations. After he was done, he turned off the computer and closed the screen.

Bian Xing was finally not so tight, and began to urge him to eat: "If you don't eat any more, it will be cold."

Just after finishing speaking, the phone in his pocket vibrated, Bian Xing took out the phone to look at it, and stood up: "I'm going to answer a call."

Guan Ming watched him leave, and looked at him from the window for a while, until Zhao Wen came over to block his view, then looked away, and began to eat his "love" breakfast.

Zhao Wen bent down and put his elbows on the table, and said furtively: "Brother Guan, I suspect that Bian Xing has encountered a liar, you have to watch carefully, don't let him be fooled by others."

Guan Ming frowned and looked up: "What?"

Zhao Wen looked outside, then turned back and continued: "I just listened to him, he seemed to be talking about transferring money to someone, 100 million!"

Guan Ming's expression became serious. He didn't think Bian Xing would be deceived. The child looked at Chun Liang, but there was a hint of enthusiasm in his eyes. He should have a steelyard in his heart, but he must transfer so much money to others all at once. What happened.

He finished his breakfast silently, got up and went to the yard.

Bian Xing was still on the phone, frowning rarely, and seemed a little anxious, he didn't go over, and sat down on the bench at the base of the wall.

After a while, Bian Xing hung up the phone, turned around and walked back.

Guan Ming waved at him: "Bian Xing, do you want melon seeds?"

Bian Xing came over, sat down beside him, ate sunflower seeds with him absent-mindedly for a while, and said hesitantly: "Guan Ming, I said before, if you can't find a job, I will support you. I have 200 million."

Guan Ming: "Huh?"

Bian Xing: "It may be discounted now."

Guan Ming: "Oh..."

It is to discount, 200 million to 100 million, [-]% off.

But you just tell me this? ? ?

Guan Ming thought it was funny: "Why are you so sad? I really count on you to support me?"

Bian Xing explained guiltily: "My master said that the troupe is about to disband, and I don't want everyone to leave, so I plan to use my money to pay them wages."

Guan Ming was a little surprised and stunned: "Oh, is this the case?"

Bian Xing: "Yes, but my master doesn't want it. I plan to go back and persuade him."

The melon seeds in Guan Ming's mouth were suddenly not fragrant, and he was silent for a moment: "Go back? It should be, I will send you."

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