"Go, go, I can't go! Don't push me!" Chen Jiu raised his hands and expressed his surrender.

No matter how much Yu Cheng was, he dragged Chen Jiu to the 19th floor and ordered a tea bag for six people.

Retracting his gaze, Yu Cheng nodded and said, "It's okay, the environment is good."

It's a bit satisfying. Overall, it's definitely not as good as the high-end clubs that Yucheng has been to, but the small places also have the exquisite taste of small places.

The tea bag waiter asked as he took a look: "What tea do sir want to drink? We have Chrysan, Pu'er, Maojian, Longjing, and Dahongpao here."

"A pot of chrysanthemums, a pot of big red robe." Yu Cheng said without thinking.

"Okay, sir."

After sitting down in front of the table, Yu Cheng smiled and said, "I ordered chrysanthemums for you to reduce the fire. Don't get angry if you are worried!"

"The key is that you are like this now, and there is no possibility of any obstacle that you can't overcome. Is it a shortage of money? Can't it?"

The old man walked around the table and sat down opposite Yucheng. After hearing Yucheng said this, he quickly shook his head: "Don't talk nonsense."

Yu Cheng then enlightened: "Think about it, in our country and the whole world, the reason why many people feel that something is hard to get over is mostly due to money.

For example, if you love each other, you can’t be together…”

"Sir, your tea is ready."

"Let's go!" Yu Cheng waved his hand, without turning his head, looked at Chen Jiu and continued.

"I will continue to say that, for example, if you love each other, you cannot be together. To the extreme, it is nothing more than the economic strength of both parties, or simply the economic strength of the man is not good."

While talking, pouring different teas for yourself and the old ones.

"For example, long-distance relationships are also due to money. It's easy to say anything if you have money."

"For example, you feel that you are worried now. I thought for a long time and felt that I still wrote three online books on my back and lost my heart. I didn't get any good materials for this field trip, so I was unwilling to give up and not at ease."

Yu Cheng put his left hand on the table, his right thumb, index finger and middle finger pinched the tea cup and took a sip of tea: "Want from another angle, what if everything is ready, what if the new book is still lost? Are you not alive?"

"As far as I know, those who graduate from serious Chinese language and literature generally don't work in the online literature industry!"

"If you lose, just lose. If you don't have a happy life, you will need the eunuch's protagonist's spicy chicken system and the spicy chicken."

While complaining, Chen Jiu picked up the teapot and renewed the cup of tea for himself. At least he got a fire in the chrysanthemums and drank two cups and went back to sleep.

At this time, the nose seemed to be suddenly stimulated by the outside world, and it moved. Then the old smelled the light perfume from the air. He looked up at the person with a confused look on his face: "?"

Chen Jiu remembered that when he walked into the 19th floor, all the waiters he saw were dressed in uniform. This person...what is going on now?

"Hello, can I sit down?" The woman who stood in the tea bag seemed to think about it, and finally said in front of the old eyes.

There is a quiet smell in the sound.

Chen Jiu nodded, smiled slightly, and asked, "Drink Dahongpao or chrysanthemum?"

The woman sat down gracefully and dignifiedly, avoiding the seat where Yu Cheng had sat, and whispered: "Dahongpao, thank you."

Chen Lao burned a cup for the woman, then poured tea with another teapot, made a gesture, and said, "Please."

Just as the old man was thinking about how to say goodbye and leave, the woman slowly pulled up the teacup with her right hand, her eyes drooped, and her voice lowered: "I heard you outside the door saying you wanted to find a true story?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean it, I just happened to pass by."

The old man made a gesture and said it was okay. Judging from his old man's shallow knowledge, this strange woman who suddenly arrived has good qualities and should have received higher education.

He didn't think of the memory source, but just nodded and said: "I went out to collect folks with my classmates in the school. Because I needed to submit a short paper, I hope to find some better materials."

The woman chuckled: "I thought you were a teenager and didn't know the taste of sorrow, and insisted on going upstairs."

He withdrew his eyes from the teacup, looked at the old man and said seriously: "My name is Wen Tingmei, do you want to listen to my story? Little brother."

At this time, Chen Jiao smiled: "If you don't mind, I'd like to be an audience. Of course, I also want to record it. My name is Chen Jiao, a student of the Chinese Department of Zhongda University."

The name "little brother" appears repeatedly, and there is no way to be old.

Because it was traveling, the old man carried a small bag with him, which was equipped with a charger, wallet, cash, pen, notepad, and roster.

Seeing Wen Tingmei nodding with irresistible, Chen Jiao took out a pen and notepad from his small bag.

Wen Tingmei glanced at the old notepad he took out and smiled: "I rarely meet a boy like you, who is clean and tidy and tidy like a young man, and he can also have a rare honesty."

“…”

Wen Tingmei was right. Chen Jiao was indeed an honest person. Even Zhao was so reckless that he could not take any more cold measures than seriousness.

If Chen Jiu did not have the characteristics that Wen Tingmei mentioned, Wen Tingmei might choose to leave directly instead of walking in and sitting down after seeing Chen Jiu from the door of the tea bag.
Chapter completed!