Last night, there was also a light rain in the provincial capital, and the temperature also dropped slightly this morning, but the same autumn rain, different people, but have completely different feelings. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Because of the autumn rain last night, Li Fangcheng felt a kind of bone-chilling cold.

But for Feng Yiping, who was moving his hands and feet and preparing to go out for morning exercises, the quiet wind in the face made him feel refreshed.

Such a slightly cool weather can also make people feel the vitality and vitality clearly, and clearly feel their existence as an individual.

At the same time, after the moisture of the light rain, even the flowers and plants near and the green trees in the distance are refreshed.

Objectively speaking, Li Fangcheng felt cold to the bone, in fact, it was not because of the autumn rain, but because of the huge blow and frustration brought by the imminent collapse of the dream, or rather, it was not cold, it was pain, heartache.

Of course, whether it is cold or painful, Feng Yiping can't feel it, he only ran a few steps, and then he felt that the whole person was warm, and greeted those people he met on the road with a smile.

After confirming that Feng Yiping really moved in, the residents here were still relatively happy, at least, this can be regarded as confirming their vision from the side, faintly, and also raising the value of this villa area, or their value.

"My neighbor is the richest man," which can be regarded as a very stylish self-restraint and flaunting of wealth.

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"It's better to wear more," seeing that his grandson was still shirt-shirted shorts, Mei Jianzhong instructed.

Before it was time to turn on the heating, he put on a sweater and sat in the kitchen to help wipe the shredded potatoes, he was like this, he was always idle,

"Grandpa, it's not cold, it's hot when you run," Feng Yiping drank a glass of warm milk on the table.

Feng Zhenchang is in the face, this morning, ready to do hand-rolled noodles, he always has something to say about his son's behavior of getting up early to exercise, "I am in the mound, I go to the field every morning, the exercise effect is much better than your empty-handed running a few laps, I want me to say, the city is like this, many things are not steady, the main thing I care about is the appearance, I don't look down on these,"

The richest man's father still often confuses labor and exercise, and perhaps in his opinion, these two things are the same thing, but in the eyes of most people, these are two completely different and unrelated things.

"You always say these strange things, you soil, you want your son to follow the soil, do you want to find a piece of land here?" Mei Qiuping, who was frying poached eggs, immediately said to him, their husband and wife's day is usually opened in this way.

De, the richest man's old horse, also feels that these two things are the same effect.

"Go take a shower and change your clothes, breakfast will be ready soon," she said to her son.

"Okay,"

There are many people in this house, and the home is lively and warm.

However, my sister really didn't come back last night, Feng Yiping estimated that she was really afraid that her parents would give her an ideological and political lesson.

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The best thing about the hand-rolled noodles made at home is that the soup is thick and sweet, so delicious that you don't need to add any condiments, or in other words, any condiments can't adjust such a taste.

Paired with a slightly spicy fried shredded potatoes with green and red peppers, the taste is simply amazing! Feng Yiping ate three bowls in a row, and he still felt a little unfinished, steaming, and felt that he would wait for another shower.

"Eat slowly, why can't you change your temper," Feng Zhenchang said to his son again.

When I was a child, the dinner table was the main position for my parents to educate Feng Yiping, and now it is no exception, but these words now do not have any educational meaning, more care.

"When are you going home?" he asked his son.

"It will take about a week," Feng Yiping said, "and it will take three to five days at the earliest."

"It's not that I'm urging you to go home, the key is that you always have to go to Jingping's house early,"

"I know," Feng Yiping said immediately, Huang Jingping didn't come back this time, he had to go to Huang Jingping's parents' house to live.

Of course, there are some things that have to be said well, and Huang Jingping can't be allowed to take the blame for herself.

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Just after seven o'clock, Feng Yiping rushed to the hotel, as if he had made an appointment, the car just drove into the basement, and the light rain began to fall again, and the autumn rain continued, which was at this time.

The room was very quiet, the three of them seemed to have not gotten up yet, in the air, there was still a faint sweetness of wine, Feng Yiping looked at the bottle of red wine left on the coffee table, okay, these people were really comfortable last night!

It was smoky and rainy outside, and the room was too quiet, which made Feng Yiping feel a little like sleeping, he shook his head, turned on the computer, and began to process the emails sent from the United States at night.

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On rainy days, it always makes people fall in love with the bed more, and when you wake up occasionally, the subtle sound of rain will make you sleep more peacefully, and at the same time, it is also like a lullaby, saying to you, "Sleep, sleep, sleep peacefully,"

Before going to bed last night, I drank a little wine with Jin Ling, woke up a few times in the middle, and let the rain hypnotize a few times, when Fang Yingzhi finally opened her eyes, she felt that she slept really comfortably, and the bed here was really comfortable, but faintly, she always felt a little uneasy, what was the matter?

Looking at the bright light on the other side of the curtain, she immediately realized what was uneasy about her, and sat up to look at her phone, fortunately, 7:20! Although she was more than 40 minutes later than usual, she was still early to work at 8:50.

She rubbed her eyes, went to the bathroom lightly, and when she came out, she covered her mouth and yawned, but suddenly, she was like someone had been pointed, and the whole person froze there, and was it Yiping who was sitting in front of the computer at the table? When did he come? When I came out of the room, why didn't I see it? Did he see me?

Thinking of this, she immediately hugged her chest.

The pajamas on the body were bought downstairs yesterday, and the laundry department was expedited to dry clean them, the point is that this silk pajamas are sexy in shape and as thin as cicada wings, although there is no vacuum inside, but naturally there is no underwear on it, this, he must have seen it!

Fang Yingzhi's face immediately turned crimson, and she stood there for a while, seeing that Feng Yiping was still busy on the computer, as if he hadn't noticed this side at all, so he lowered his head, eager to lower his head to his stomach, and trotted back to the room.

Leaning against the door, she still felt a little out of breath, although at the beginning, she guessed Feng Yiping's net worth, and she deliberately played in front of Feng Yiping a few times, but how can there be such a big scale today?

If it was her in the past, maybe she would have stayed outside for a while just now, but now, how can she do such a thing? Now she only feels ashamed!

Then she immediately threw herself into the mirror in front of the table to see, did I have eye droppings, and my hair was too messy to read?

Oops, really!

As soon as she entered the door, the door next door opened, Wu Qian was also wearing pajamas similar to hers, running her hair with her hands, and yawning and walking out, and then, her mouth was half open and stayed there, very funny, and the next moment, she retreated like a gust of wind, and slammed the door with a "bang".

After a while, Jin Ling, who was wearing a black dress, walked out of another room with her head down and pulled her skirt and stood at the door, "Yingzhi, help me pull the zipper, I didn't think it was when I tried it on yesterday, why is it so hard today?"

"Yingzhi, are you up?" she strained with her eyes closed, and then felt the zipper gently pull up, and a tap on the shoulder.

"Whew," she breathed a sigh of relief, "I want to quit,"

"It's a little cold, do you have a coat?"

"Ahh

Feng Yiping had already walked back to the table with an expressionless face, "You can also call me Lei Feng,"

"You guys have breakfast, I'll go down for something,"

Jin Ling couldn't react for a while, it was the zipper he pulled just now, it was the zipper he pulled!

Or is it a third? plus he'd seen it before, is that close to two-thirds?

Just when she was still entangled in these numbers, Feng Yiping had already walked out with Shi Shiran.

"Ahh

"Mr. Jin, what's wrong?" Fang Yingzhi, who was neatly dressed, walked out with an expression that didn't understand anything at all.

"Mr. Jin, morning," Wu Qian over there also got dressed and walked out, with the same nonchalant face.

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Feng Yiping didn't go downstairs, he walked to the end of the corridor, pulled up the ventilation window, and blew a cool breeze, trying to calm down his somewhat boiling self.

His eyesight is very good now, and both eyes are still 3.0 vision, so he didn't miss the unexpected benefit this morning, but he really can't stay in the room anymore, and if he stays any longer, he really can't control the power of the desolation in his body. (To be continued.) )