The creditor is super fierce

As the saying goes, people still need to combine work and rest. Like Fu Yi, he lives like a robot every day. Apart from work, he has to squeeze out to do other things. He is so busy that he has no time to sleep. If he doesn't get this headache, who gets it!

"You're just too tired from living," He Luo couldn't help nagging at Fu Yi while massaging his temples, "There's no one who doesn't relax 360 days a year, the work is endless, and the money is earned. It’s not over, people still need to relax a little bit.”

Just like his father, when he was the boss, he was not fed up with delicacies every day, and he lost a lot of hair, for fear of making a wrong decision, the stock price plummeted, the project stagnated and so on.After he stopped being the boss, his father visibly gained weight day by day, and his hair, which had not fallen much, gradually returned to a thick state. Although he was heavily in debt, his overall energy was much better.

So He Luo decided not to go to dinner tonight, but to take Fu Yi directly to relax and let him experience the feeling of relaxation.

Fu Yi rested her head on He Luo's lap, sniffing the natural sunlight on his body, enjoying his moderately strong massage, listening to his chattering voice without being bored, and relaxing wholeheartedly. Close your eyes, you don't even know when your breathing will stabilize.

He Luo talked for a long time, and his mouth was dry. When he looked down, he found that Fu Yi had fallen asleep, and his cheeks puffed up with anger. He really wanted to press his temples hard a few times.But he didn't do that in the end, he hugged Fu Yi motionlessly with his legs crossed, and waited for Lao Chen to drive the car to the address he said.

The car at a constant speed stopped suddenly, and Fu Yi, who was sleeping soundly, frowned slightly, then opened his eyes, got up from He Luo, pressed his temple, and asked, "Are you here?"

This is a waking speed that is more punctual than an alarm clock, and He Luo is dumbfounded. He really doesn't even have time to sleep for a while. I really don't know why he is so self-disciplined!

After pressing her temples, Fu Yi didn't wait for He Luo's answer. She put down her hands and turned her head to look at him suspiciously.

Being stared at by Fu Yi, what He Luo could say was nodding dully: "Well, we're here."

After getting out of the car, the two of them were walking on the bustling snack street outside University A. Fu Yi asked He Luo in surprise, "You mean to bring me here to relax?"

Returning to this familiar place, all the happy cells in He Luo's body were activated, and he became more courageous: "Otherwise, you thought I would take you to a place like Xijiao City to relax."

He has always been cautious in front of him, not even daring to speak big words, even if he scolds him, He Luo, who has repeatedly scolded those words, suddenly makes a joke of him, and Fu Yi is stunned for a moment.

"It's not impossible," He Luo blinked at Fu Yi, "If you want to go, I can take you there now." Anyway, the waiters inside are all girls, so it's very safe for Fu Yi.

Fu Yi: "..."

Fu Yi looked around at the crowded streets surrounded by smoke and fog, and reminded He Luo helplessly: "Let's go, let me experience the relaxation method you mentioned."

"Oh." Seeing that Fu Yi didn't go to the Foot Washing City, He Luo felt a little regretful. In fact, he really wanted to go. I heard that there are not only beautiful ladies and sisters there, but also a variety of free snacks. Eating delicious food is also a kind of relaxing enjoyment.

After entering the snack street, He Luo didn't go anywhere. He squeezed into a few crowded stalls first, bought two snacks, and handed one to Fu Yi: "This is teppanyaki tofu, and his shop is the only one on the street. It tastes the best and the environment is the cleanest, you can’t accept it.”

Fu Yi lowered her eyes and put the cardboard box that He Luo handed him in the palm of her hand. She glanced at the tofu inside which was drenched in various sauces. She picked up the bamboo stick inside and tasted it without commenting.

"Isn't it delicious?" Seeing Fu Yi like this, He Luo knew that it must be unbearable for someone like him to come to this kind of place, but this kind of place is the most relaxing place. He's a student, so he won't think of work.

To change to a place with a comfortable and quiet environment, Fu Yi either wants to practice handwriting or work, or else he wants to be with him...

He Luo hurriedly cut off the disharmonious segment, picked up another bamboo skewer inside, hooked his head and tried a piece of tofu: "It's delicious, if you can't accept it, give it to me, don't waste."

"You..." Fu Yi looked at He Luo suspiciously, moved her lips and wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything, "It's okay, I can accept it."

"Then you eat to fill your stomach first, I'll go buy mine." Seeing that Fu Yi didn't feel any discomfort, He Luo rolled his eyes happily, and squeezed into the food stall with more families and more oily smoke. went.

Seeing him talking to the stall owner in front of the smoky food stall without any burden, Fu Yi suspected that he had misheard what he said eight years ago.

"Hey, the one who was carried out was the squeamish young master of Rongchang Real Estate. You must avoid it when you meet him in the future."

"Why, I just had cake with him, and he is quite easy to talk to."

"He is a nice person, but there are too many things. If you want to play with him, you have to quit smoking, drinking, and all entertainment activities. He is so delicate that you can't touch cigarettes or alcohol, and you can't even wear perfume. And if you want to take him out to play, you have to pay attention to the weather. It can't be cold or hot. The young master's delicate skin is allergic to the wind. If you don't pay attention to taking him out to eat something unclean, you will be in trouble. If you don’t serve people in the hospital for a few days, don’t think about it. And the young master has a big temper. If you do something wrong to make him unhappy, he will turn around and stop playing with you. This kind of coquettish If you can accept it, you just go and play with him."

"What's the matter? Forget it. Just now, my dad said that he has a good relationship with him. It may be a connection in the future, but this is too difficult to serve."

"Who says it's not? Just look at it. Mr. Hengyi has annoyed this young master, and he will have to bear it in the future. This young master is not a big-hearted master who can smile away his grudges. He is narrow-minded. There are so many sons that you can hold grudges for many years."

He Luo came back after shopping and saw Fu Yi holding the paper bowl motionless, his bright eyes dimmed a bit: "If you really can't accept it, don't force it."

"No," Fu Yi regained consciousness and shook his head, "I just thought something went wrong."

"What are you thinking about?" He Luo bit his lip displeasedly, "I'm going out to play, I just have to play with peace of mind, and don't think about other things from now on!"

"Okay." Fu Yi took a look at He Luo, and didn't see any discomfort in him, so he nodded, and was about to reach out and try what He Luo did just now, but unexpectedly, He Luo ran away holding the paper bowl up.

Fu Yi paused for a moment with his hand in mid-air.

"It's not that I won't eat for you," He Luo explained to Fu Yi after escaping, "My oil smoke is heavy, and it may not be as clean as you imagined." He just observed, this stall owner is not as good as the one just now The stall owner who sells sizzling tofu likes to be clean.

"There's nothing dirty, as long as you can eat it." Fu Yi lowered her head indifferently, and forcibly grabbed a piece of snack from He Luo's bowl.

He Luo's eyes widened, and he looked at Fu Yi in disbelief. If Fu Yi continued like this, he would seriously suspect that his cleanliness was just an act!

"It tastes good," Fu Yi grabbed a bite from He Luo's bowl, nodded and gave a good evaluation. Seeing that He Luo was still in a daze and didn't know what he was thinking, he reminded, "If you don't eat it again, I will I'll eat it up for you."

He Luo grabbed the paper bowl and ate a few mouthfuls after hearing the words, and said to Fu Yi with sparkling eyes, "Yes, I also think the taste is very good!"

"I didn't like to come here when I was studying. I always felt that it was not clean. Later, when I was about to graduate, Jinyuan brought me here to get used to it. I gradually liked it. Then I felt that my four years of university were for nothing. !"

The two stood on the railing outside the street and ate slowly. Fu Yi listened to He Luo's words the whole time, and twisted the bamboo stick in his hand when he heard the words, as if he had found the answer to the doubts in his heart.

Why is it different from before.

——Because the family is bankrupt, I can no longer be coquettish.

After eating the snack, He Luo was not as hungry as before. He threw the paper bowl into the trash can, wiped his mouth with a paper towel, and said aggressively to Fu Yi, "Let's go, I'll take you to formally relax."

After speaking, he dragged Fu Yi into the crowd and went deeper into the street to play. There were many games such as hoops, balloons, and golden eggs.

He Luo walked to a balloon-playing booth and asked for a gun and handed it to Fu Yi: "Your shooting skills are so good, you must be good at this game, we will win a big one and make the boss mad."

When Fu Yi took He Luo to the gymnasium to bully Yu Bo, He Luo thought that Fu Yi's spear skills could be called godlike, and it would be great to let him play balloons here, and today he finally got his wish!

Fu Yi held the toy-like gun in his hand, frowned, and said in confusion, "Wouldn't it be better to go to the shooting range?"

"Not good," He Luo bulged his eyes, pointed to the prizes aside, and said, "Can the shooting gallery win that set of cups, that doll, and that tricycle?!"

Fu Yi glanced at the prizes that He Luo said, fell silent for a moment, and replied with two words: "No."

He Luo became more confident: "That's why it's a waste not to use your good shooting skills to shoot balloons!"

Makes sense.

Fu Yi was left speechless by what he said, raised the gun, frowned, said helplessly and compromised: "Tell me, how to play."

He Luo pointed to the balloons in front of the stall and said: "There are ten marks in total. If you hit more than three, you will get a set of commemorative cups. If you hit ten, you will choose a doll. If you can hit ten more balloons within ten darts, you will be rewarded." You can win that tricycle."

The last one, He Luo, is directly invalidated. There are only ten darts in total, and twenty balloons need to be hit. For fun, is it because the darts have long eyes or they can turn by themselves, or a string of two.It's just an attractive gimmick set up by the merchant, and it's impossible for anyone to do it.

He thought it would be nice if Fu Yi could win him a doll, at least it didn't waste his skills.

But next, Fu Yi's smooth and flowing movements made He Luo dazzled and dumbfounded.

Before he finished playing the darts, he was already thinking, such an almighty Fu Yi should be able to drive a tricycle...

The author has something to say:

In the past, Fu Yi said, "A man's hand is unstable, he can't hold a gun."

Now Luo Luo: "Skills are so good, let me hit the balloon!"

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