The shopkeeper was extremely delighted: "Young shopkeeper, you are not joking, right?"
"No kidding." Yan Funing said, "We can sign the agreement and pay the shop fee right now."
The shopkeeper nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay."
Yan Bojian watched them quietly sign the agreement, pay the shop money and the house deeds and land deeds, and sighed that his sister was more decisive than him.
"If you're in a hurry, young shopkeeper, I can vacate the shop this afternoon." The shopkeeper smiled and took the money.
Yan Funing carefully put away the house deed, land title, and agreement: "No rush, it can be vacated in the next two days."
The shopkeeper thanked him: "Thank you, little shopkeeper."
Yan Funing nodded and left.
Yan Bojian followed and couldn't help asking, "Why don't you want to get married, sister?"
"Is it strange not to get married?" Yan Funing asked back.
She wanted to try and see if she could create a street market that combined food, accommodation and entertainment.
As for men, how can career be more important?
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Fu Mansion, study.
Fu Ciyi half-lay on the couch and raised his sleeve to smell himself.
I always feel like I am tasty.
I clearly took a shower last night, but I washed in a hurry because I was thinking of the two big wounds on my body.
He immediately called Fu Jiang over and asked, "Do I smell?"
Fu Jiang sniffed it and said, "It has no smell."
"But why did it seem to me that she looked a little disgusted when she saw my wound yesterday?"
"The young master's previously healthy skin is now injured. Anyone who sees it will frown. The young lady probably doesn't despise him, but is probably distressed."
"You said she felt sorry for me?"
"Hmm." After a slight pause, Fu Jiang said honestly, "I'm just guessing."
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