Spend 1 trillion

Take a day off.

I got Pharaoh's one thousand yuan private money.

Zhang Xiaojian began to dress up like a big girl in the early morning.

The dinner with Ye Mozhu was around noon. He didn't expect to eat a meal to turn the master in Ye Mozhu's mouth into a sword, but he needed to establish more contact with Ye Mozhu.

After a long time, Zhang Xiaojian tidied the collar of the white shirt and put on a pair of decent leather shoes to go out.

The hotel is beautiful.

Although expensive is expensive, two people can't eat much. With a budget of more than one thousand, one thousand should be enough for a living.

Taking the subway, it was overcrowded when I came here. Fortunately, Zhang Xiaojian had made a reservation last night, so there was no queue, and he soon came to the empty table to wait.

Fifteen minutes later, Ye Mozhu, with loose hair and wearing a T-shirt and jeans, came to him and sat down: "Big...no, hello, Brother Xiaojian."

Brother Xiaojian?

What a long term name, but there is no doubt that this is enough to make Zhang Xiaojian happy for three days and three nights.

"What do you want to eat, you order."

Ye Mozhu quickly shook his hand and said modestly: "You come, you come."

Zhang Xiaojian didn't hesitate, and ordered two dishes and one soup, with so few places...not because two people had enough food, but because they would go bankrupt if they ordered any more.

But enough to eat is really enough.

While eating and chatting, the topic is naturally inseparable, the word'break'.

Fortune-tellers are all about breaking, how can you collect money if you don’t break?

Zhang Xiaojian didn't plan to collect money. He only planned to collect people, so he said, "In fact, it's easy to think about it. You can buy ten bottles of red potion and give it to Li Mingzhi. This thing will be broken."

"Is red potion reducing swelling?" Ye Mozhu asked her question.

Zhang Xiaojian still couldn't answer this question.

Ye Mozhu asked again, "Would you like to buy more blue potion?"

Zhang Xiaojian coughed: "It's okay, it's the same as five bottles, red tonic blood, blue tonic..."

Ye Mozhu: "...Master, are you kidding me?"

"No ah."

Thinking of what Zhang Xiaojian said before, Ye Mozhuquan regarded this as the master’s humor, and she said: "Then I will ask for this meal, I can’t let the master, oh no, brother Xiaojian Bai help."

Zhang Xiaojian waved his hand: "No, no, if you really want to be paid, there is a ruthless please."

"You said."

"Take me to the top of the League of Legends..."

...

...

Very smart!

After sending Ye Mozhu away, Zhang Xiaojian was very satisfied with his operation.

He is about to become comrades-in-arms with Ye Mozhu in the game.

The relationship between the two will be warming up day by day.

With his knowledge of Ye Mozhu, he couldn't say that he was able to catch it, but it shouldn't be a problem for her to feel good about herself.

The only problem is that you can't be too deliberate, too artificial, as long as you be your original self, I believe everything will come naturally.

It's just...I didn't do an important thing.

...

In the afternoon Zhang Xiaojian went to the clothing wholesale market in Jiangcheng.

I bought a blue uniform from a gas company. After putting it on, I felt like a male protagonist of a certain type of love action movie.

Then while waiting for it to get dark, he came to the gate of Shuhu New City. In the reputation, some residents called and said that there was a problem with the gas and entered the community.

Putting on a set of normal clothes on the back mountain of his previous villa, he sat on the steps, facing the breeze, waiting for Chen Ning who was in depression.

A long time has passed.

It wasn't until nine o'clock in the evening that Chen Ning was wearing white pajamas, with loose hair, and appeared in front of him like a ghost in a horror movie.

Zhang Xiaojian hummed at this moment: "You will love you when you die..."

Chen Ning still said: "I'm dead, how can I love it?"

Zhang Xiaojian raised his head and saw Chen Ning's current decadent appearance and said, "Give me a drink."

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Time flies like an arrow, years like an arrow.

Zhang Xiaojian and the security guards of Shuhu New City battled wits and courage, and finally used inferior wall climbing methods.

When I got home, I quickly turned on the computer, and Ye Mozhu went dark every day.

In addition to these two things, I don't know why, he and Bai Yang, Gao Qingsong, Su Yu, and Wang Wan'er got together again, and it was all right to make an appointment for a meal.

Later Ye Mozhu joined them.

On a drunk night, Zhang Xiaojian pointed to the three women who turned on the flashlight of their mobile phone and said, "I have seen this scene."

A month later, Chen Ning decided to come back.

Wang Wan'er's birthday is also approaching.

Zhang Xiaojian waited expectantly for the sand sculpture of Hong Xinshu to appear, but no matter how he looked for it, Zhuo Fei was not found. One day when he turned on the TV, he saw the picture of Zhuo Fei being knocked out by a punch. He took two deep breaths and decided to live his life. He still wanted to be his senior, and by the way, through Ye Mozhu, I got to know Luo Tengfei, the best fan of train running with his mouth full.

Of course, the most serious thing now is to ask Mozhu to buy a birthday present for Wang Wan'er.

So the two people whose feelings have indeed improved through Game Day chose to walk on the pedestrian street of Jiangcheng on a sunny day, which is the Chinese New Year Festival.

Zhang Xiaojian didn't take the opportunity to hold Ye Mozhu's small hand, instead Ye Mozhu held Zhang Xiaojian's back collar when the crowd came on.

"There are too many people here."

"Festivals are where the crowds go."

"Hey, why did you grab my back collar."

"There are too many people, am I afraid you will be lost?"

"But don't you think this is like holding a dog?"

"You were what you were."

"It sounds like you are not the same."

"Okay." Ye Mozhu came to Zhang Xiaojian's side, took his hand, and turned his head, his ponytail flew up, blinking bright eyes and asked, "Is it not like this?"

Zhang Xiaojian did not answer according to the script, but clenched her little hand, looked at her eyes, and snatched her line: "There are too many people, let's go to the mall to avoid the limelight."

Ye Mozhu smiled and agreed, but he didn't know that he would meet her parents soon.

...

...

In front of the gate of the mall, Lao Ye and Ye Mu, wearing large Adidas, arrived as scheduled.

Then he saw his precious daughter holding hands with Zhang Xiaojian, Ye's father shouted, "Mo Zhu?"

Ye Mozhu and Zhang Xiaojian side their heads, and then she was dumbfounded, Zhang Xiaojian did not show any surprise.

"Dad, mom..."

After hearing these two words, Zhang Xiaojian felt that he still had to show respect to Lao Ye, so he let go of Mo Zhu's hand.

Old Ye's expression began to change, his fat face was slightly reddish, even redder than Ye Mozhu's current pretty face, but Zhang Xiaojian was not afraid.

Because at this time Lao Ye hasn't read the Art of War...

Ye Mozhu introduced strongly and calmly: "My dad, my mom."

"Zhang Xiaojian, my friend."

Ye Mu: "Just friends?"

Zhang Xiaojian said neither humble nor arrogant: "Auntie, there are too many people on the street, we are afraid of getting lost."

After saying this, he secretly gave himself a thumbs-up, hoping that the script will continue.

Sure enough, Ye Mu, who didn't want the young man to be too embarrassed, said, "Your dad and I are going to have dinner. Let's go together."

Zhang Xiaojian and Ye Mozhu looked at each other, and naturally they wanted to eat with their elders.

Naturally, Mother Ye took Ye Mozhu's hand and walked ahead. Father Ye came to Zhang Xiaojian's side and took his hand. "Aren't you afraid of getting lost? Come on, uncle will hold you."

Now and then.

The last time Zhang Xiaojian was very embarrassed.

But this time, he smiled calmly: "Uncle, your hand is pretty strong!"

Father Ye: "..."

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Chinese restaurant.

Ye Mozhu is ordering food at the predetermined location: "Stir-fried bitter gourd, cold bitter chrysanthemum..."

"Girl, what a fire you are on."

Ye Mozhu's expression was bitter: "Mom, we are really friends."

Zhang Xiaojian took the waiter’s insulated pot of barley tea, filled the last cup and sat down. Hearing this, he looked at her: "Ye Mozhu."

"Ok?"

"It happened to be here today that Auntie and Uncle are here, I want to tell you something."

Ye Father and Ye Mother glanced at each other, Ye Mozhu's face reddened again.

Zhang Xiaojian didn't take any deep breaths, as if he was telling a very ordinary thing, and said directly: "I like you."

Mother Ye was shocked...

Father Ye grew up with his mouth....He also knew that this was a surprise when he had not had time to learn the art of war.

Zhang Xiaojian picked up the teacup, bowed slightly, and lost his mouthful.

"My name is Zhang Xiaojian."

"Twenty-four this year."

"I grew up in the old town of Jiangcheng."

"There are three people in the family, one mother and one younger sister. The conditions are not very good."

"Currently working in a private company, but I am not satisfied with the status quo, and I am working hard to learn and improve."

"I hope I can be worthy of Mozhu in the future, um... that's it."

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...

Except for using the word vigor, it is impossible to describe Zhang Xiaojian's current performance.

Lao Ye and Ye Mu were a little dizzy by the heavy blow, and didn't know what to say until the dishes were on the table.

Ye Mozhu's pretty face is still as red as the burning cloud outside the window, but she has always been a girl who dared to face it.

After Zhang Xiaojian confessed, she asked herself a little and came up with a definite answer.

It's just that a girl, especially in front of her parents, of course can't express too straightforwardly, and now she also needs her to break the deadlock.

So she picked a green vegetable and put it in Zhang Xiaojian's bowl.

"Eat more vegetables."

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