This is a very sunny morning, and it is a weekend, which means that many photography shops will go to the coffee shop to take pictures today, so I got up early. When I woke up, I was always very careful because I was afraid of disturbing Micai's sleep. She had been tired all day yesterday and should have enjoyed her sleep on this weekend morning.

After a little breakfast, I came to the parking lot in the community. Li Xiaoyun happened to drive the car into the parking space from another direction. She opened the window and said to me, "Where is the Mi Cairen?"

"I haven't gotten up yet!...Why are you here so early? It's only 8:30!"

"Please, I'm a married person and bought home appliances. Do you know how much time it takes to buy all these home appliances? ... I feel heartbroken for you when you don't have life experience!"

"I can't buy it today, but I still have tomorrow!"

"You think I have time every day. I am a woman with a family life and a husband who needs to accompany me. If you can free up time today, you will be like stinging your friends with your back!"

I smiled embarrassedly and replied, "It's so exaggerating!... However, she was nearly ten o'clock in the coffee shop last night, and she was very tired. Let her rest for a while." As I said that, I pulled out a restaurant membership card from my wallet and handed it to Li Xiaoyun, and said, "This is a membership card for the Porridge and Cauldron. You can go for breakfast first, and bring a portion of sesame and chestnut porridge and steamed dumplings for rice ribbons, which will also allow her to sleep for a while!"

Li Xiaoyun gave me a blank look, took the membership card from me, and said, "You still want me to play mahjong again and let Micai sleep until noon!"

I sighed: "Look at you, you've really been ruined by your mother. You're young and keep talking about mahjong. Judging from your trend, you have to learn from your mother to go to the square, dance a few circles of square dances, and enter the old age in advance."

"Zhaoyang, why are you so annoying... Let me tell you, I didn't learn how to play mahjong from my mother, but from your mother."

"It's your mother, okay?"

"Your mom..."

"Your mom."

Li Xiaoyun was too lazy to pay attention to me. After glaring at me, she poured the car out of the parking space, stepped on the accelerator, and the car disappeared eastward. I smiled. Not to mention what happened to me and her in the past, it was really a kind of happiness to be able to get along like a brother and sister like now. At this moment, I felt that I gradually adapted to life in Xuzhou and hoped to live like this. Although I was not short of worries, the simple happiness always followed me.

......

After Li Xiaoyun left, I drove to the coffee shop and sent another text message to Zhou Zhaokun, asking him to call me before leaving for Xuzhou. He quickly replied to the message and told me: He has been in Nanjing recently and has arrived a few hundred kilometers away soon.

After coming to the coffee shop, Qin Yan was making snacks in the kitchen. Xiao Nuo was still taking special care of the largest glass window. He wiped it over and over again with a wet towel. The morning sun shone through the crystal glass and fell on the tablecloth freely, reflecting the simulated bouquet in the glass bottle. This is definitely the most suitable time for taking personal photos in the day.

Sure enough, after 9 o'clock, the two photography shops brought customers to shoot films almost at the same time, so Qin Yan became busy. While cooking coffee, he also had to take care of the snacks in the kitchen. But I was not affected and still did my own work and waited for Zhou Zhaokun's arrival. At this time, he was already on the way to Xuzhou.

At 10:30, the two photography stores finally finished filming in our store. Qin Yan was able to breathe and sat down opposite me with the coffee he had made. Before he could sit firmly, he took out his cell phone from his pocket and looked nervously. Then he smiled again on his face, then fell into frowning and contemplation. Finally, the smile hung on his face again, as if he had sent the reply message.

I asked him with doubt, "Who are you sending a message to?"

He still held his cell phone and replied without raising his head: "Yan Yan."

No wonder, I asked in surprise again: "She agreed to your friend's request?"

"Well, the request message I sent her shows that it is your best brother. If she doesn't agree, you will be too shameless. Is it, Brother Yang?"

"You sent me a message, but who the hell agreed to you do this?" I was a little angry.

Qin Yan smiled apologized and said, "Brother Yang, don't you treat me as a brother?...I treated you as a brother when I first saw you!"

I was helpless by him when I reached out and didn't hit the smiling person. After a while, I replied: "You kid look gentle and you are all pretending to be scoundrels... I can't argue with you!"

"A scoundrel who plays for love can be defined as a great scoundrel. I think Brother Yang, you have been playing scoundrel with your sister-in-law... I really saw your greatness at first glance!... Treat you as an idol!"

I didn't talk nonsense to him, but reached out to snatch the phone from him, and saw what he and Yan Yan were talking about...

I didn't know if I didn't read it, but I was shocked when I saw it. At first, Yan Yan ignored him, but he considered every word into a spiritual chicken soup or a humorous joke. Finally, when I saw Yan Yan replying to him with a smile, I couldn't help but sigh: This kid really has the right medicine. I know that what Yan Yan needs most now is spiritual chicken soup. Sure enough, Yan Yan opened her heart and told him about his feelings about life. He also made a hot iron to be friends with Yan Yan. Although Yan Yan did not reply, their chat continued...

I threw the phone to him, and he took it with a nervous expression. I said dissatisfiedly: "Why are you sending so much spiritual poop to Yan Yan for nothing?...I'm so pretentious that I want to vomit!"

"You are not inspiring in life, which does not mean that others don't need these spiritual chicken soup. In fact, some words are really useful, such as this sentence: God gave me a pair of wings, soaring with wings. So what can I do with dark clouds in the sky? If you pass through time, it's sunshine... This is simply tailor-made for Yan Yan. In my eyes, she is an angel with wings broken!"

"The angel didn't see you, but he saw you like a turkey with hair plucked..."

"No, Brother Yang, I am not on the same channel and I can't chat with you seriously. You should think about how to run a coffee shop. Don't mix with Yan Yan's affairs!"

"By relying on these spiritual shits you sent, can Yan Yan be friends with you?... Save it!"

Qin Yan looked up at me with a serious expression as if he was speaking on an international occasion. He said, "Brother Yang, so the person Yan Yan fell in love with in the future will be me, not a man like you, because you don't understand what she needs most now... and besides spiritual chicken soup, I have more precious things to give to her!"

At this moment, I saw Fang Yuan's calmness and unhurry in Qin Yan, as well as his resilience in dealing with things. I was not sure if this was a dangerous signal, but the essence of Qin Yan's soul should be different from Fang Yuan, because Qin Yan's family background is superior, Fang Yuan experienced the hardships of life in his youth! Therefore, their pursuit of material things will be essentially different.

Guests came to the coffee shop again, and Qin Yan reluctantly put his phone back in his pocket and made coffee for the guests. I sat there, looking at him in the sunlight at noon, but compared Qin Yan and Fang Yuan over and over again.

A moment later, a roar of the engine came, and I immediately saw Zhou Zhaokun’s Lamborghini. He, who hadn’t seen for a long time, finally came!

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Chapter completed!