"Master, please throw this broken sofa out, thank you." Pei Yi put two hundred yuan into one of the hands, turned around and sat on the new sofa, and tried the feel, "It's not very comfortable, so it's just fine."

Bar."

The two people left for a long time, and Qiao Ange still maintained the same posture as before, standing there without moving.

The phone screen had long gone dark, with only her blurry face on it.

"You haven't had lunch yet. Here are the dishes packed for you." Qiao Ange said after a while, his voice surprisingly calm.

Instead of using the packing boxes in the store, she used her own lunch boxes, which she washed inside and out several times.

"Dirty food makes me sick to my stomach after eating it." Pei Yi stood sideways with his hands in his pockets, and glanced at the pink and white lunch box with fluorescent stickers on it, "You can make it yourself."

"I haven't opened the fire here, and the refrigerator is empty." The hotel provides food and accommodation, and the food is not bad. It saves money and time. Unless Qiao Ange has some special circumstances, she has no choice but to rent a house by herself. She is not willing to spend any extra money.

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Pei Yi had no intention of giving in: "The kitchen is fully equipped with stoves and there is a supermarket outside. You go buy groceries now and help me buy a change of clothes. I will take a shower soon."

Qiao Ange didn't look at him, and knelt down to open the lunch box.

Three layers, two dishes, the bottom layer contains mung bean porridge.

"The dishes are quite clean. I washed the pot. I washed it five times. There must be no other smell. There is nothing in it that you don't want to eat. The porridge is still hot. You can eat it quickly."

Pei Yi doesn't eat onions and ginger, but chefs like to put them in without blinking an eye, so Qiao Ange cooked them without blinking.

Pei Yi's taste is on the lighter side, with very little oil and salt.

After all, he was someone who had served him for more than two years. In fact, Qiao Ange knew Pei Yi's temper very well, and the more he choked him, the more enthusiastic he became.

At noon, she was still a little confused when she suddenly saw him, so she became a little anxious.

Now she calmed down and naturally knew how to deal with him.

Pei Yi didn't know what he was thinking and remained silent.

"I have two sets of clothes here that you should be able to wear. They are both new. I'm going to wash them now. There is a dryer, so you can change them in a while." Qiao Ange stood up and walked into the room with his head lowered.

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On the ground in the corner was the pillow she had just washed yesterday. Pei Yi must have been sitting on it just now.

She picked it up and took it away.

The clothes are hand washed and the laundry soap smells great.

When Qiao Ange went out with the dry clothes, Pei Yi had also finished eating.

But he really didn't eat much.

Although he is so tall, his appetite is not even that of a child.

It's like living purely on the power of immortality.

"Who did you buy these clothes for?" Pei Yi picked up a corner of the shirt with his fingertips, his expression somewhat disgusted.

Of course I didn't buy it for him.

Qiao Ange didn't dare to say it, and just said: "I've adjusted the water temperature for you. You go take a shower. I've left slippers and a hairdryer at the bathroom door for you. The towels are new. I may arrive very late at night. Do you want to

Whatever you want to eat, I will take some time to bring it back to you."

"Whatever." Pei Yi took the clothes from her hand and went to the bathroom without looking back.

His back was very straight, even a little stiff.

Qiao Ange smiled slightly.

After all these years, he has made little progress.

I went to work at 5 o'clock. When Qiao Ange passed by, the waiters had started cleaning.

She took a look at the order record and saw that the private rooms upstairs were fully booked, and even the small west hall on the first floor was booked out.

Tonight, it looks like there's going to be a reversal.

At about 7:30, Zhang Xiangwen came and brought a few people with him.

After letting people in first, Zhang Xiangwen deliberately lagged behind and waved to Qiao Ange.

"What's the matter, Mr. Zhang?"

"My little boy got into trouble. I'm going to treat their class teacher to a meal. You'll come and watch the TV later, and then find an excuse to put two boxes of wine and a few cartons of cigarettes in the teacher's car." Zhang Xiangwen said in a low voice.

"Okay." After Qiao Ange finished speaking, he frowned slightly.

Zhang Xiangwen also specially found someone to accompany him, and it seemed that this dinner would not be over for a while.
Chapter completed!