"Well, this one is mine." She wanted both the roses and the little prince who gave them the flowers.
Arang didn't understand the hidden meaning in Nan Yanyan's words. He sat down next to Nan Yanyan, took off his suit jacket, but still felt a little hot, so he simply unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt and rolled up his sleeves.
Valjean's blond hair had grown longer, covering his eyes a little.
Nan Yanyan reached out and pushed the hair on his forehead upwards, revealing his charming deep blue eyes. She smiled and said to him, "You look better with your eyes showing."
"real?"
Valjean has never done his hair deliberately. When his hair grew longer, he would use a hair clipper to do a simple hairstyle himself. Valjean is very skillful and his haircut is as good as those done in the barber shop.
Nan Yanyan said, "Exposing your eyes will make your facial features look sharp and your aura look strong. If your eyes are blocked, it will look like..." Nan Yanyan thought for a moment, suppressed her laughter and said, "Good girl, good girl."
Arang didn't understand what "naiguai" meant, but he understood what "nai" meant. Generally speaking, adjectives related to "nai" refer to small and cute.
Valang secretly decided to cut his hair short when he returned home that night. He crossed his long legs, took out his cigarette case, and politely asked Nan Yanyan, "Can I smoke?"
Nan Yanyan played with the rose, her tone filled with resentment, and asked him, "Don't you think it's cruel to mention smoking in front of someone who's quitting smoking?"
Valancienne turned the cigarette around in his hand before finally putting it back into the box.
He stared off into the distance, watching the old woman selling flowers sell a few more roses for eight yuan each, and his eyes narrowed. "I think selling roses might be more profitable than delivering food."
Nan Yanyan was silent for a moment before she said, "Can you try?"
Valjean touched his very stylish chin and said, "I am so handsome, my flowers will definitely sell well." Valjean began to think about the cost and profit of selling flowers, and forgot the question he had asked before.
After finishing the calculation, he took out his mobile phone, opened the accounting software, and recorded today's expenses and income one by one.
This wasn't the first time Nan Yanyan had seen Valan doing his accounting. She had been curious about his account book for a long time, and finally couldn't help herself and asked him, "Can I see your bill?"
"Can."
Agen handed the phone to Nan Yanyan, and Nan Yanyan saw today's expenditure page, which clearly recorded everything from the cost of a meal of three or four thousand yuan to the cost of a rose of five yuan.
Oh, there’s also a two-yuan bottle of Wahaha mineral water in the middle.
Nan Yanyan scrolled to the previous page and saw yesterday's income clearly written on it: 300,000 yuan in stock trading profits, 15 yuan in lottery winnings, and 20,000 yuan in repayments from Cecilio...
Nan Yanyan had a blank expression on her face.
A person who earns hundreds of thousands of dollars a day actually has to calculate even the cost of buying a pack of tissues.
Nan Yanyan had never met a boy like Valang before.
Being stingy is so cute.
After returning the phone to Arjan, Nan Yanyan said, "Being in a relationship is very expensive. If you were dating me and saw the increasing daily bills, wouldn't your heart ache?"
Valgen said very honestly: "In the beginning, yes, but not now."
"Why?"
"Because at first, I didn't fall in love with you."
Nan Yanyan heard another meaning and asked Arang, "In other words, are you in love with me now?"
Valgen was very frank. He said, "Perhaps. After all, I have never been so generous to anyone else as I am to you."
Even to himself, Valanciunas had never been so generous. He had asked Han Zhan for his Harley-Davidson motorcycle. He had cheated Cecilio out of his luxury goods.
Hearing this answer, Nan Yanyan felt a warm feeling in her heart. In an instant, she wanted to talk about the past. "You asked me before how Xiao Ye and I broke up."
As soon as Nan Yanyan started talking, the bright expression on Arang's face turned gloomy. "He cheated on me with another woman?"
"I guess so."
"What do you mean by 'count as'?" Valan sneered, "Cheating is cheating. Whenever a man starts to have an affair with another woman, that's cheating."
"If you say so, then he did cheat."
"Oh," Argen snorted sarcastically, "you have poor taste."
"No." Nan Yanyan put her hand on Arang's shoulder and asked him, "What about you? Is my judgment good enough this time?"
Valan thought seriously for a moment before saying, "At least, I won't have an affair with anyone behind your back. If I hate you and have feelings for someone else, I'll tell you in advance and break up with you."
Nan Yanyan was not comforted.
She pulled a pen from her bag and held it between her fingers as if it were a cigarette.
Valan stared at the pen in her hand and realized that she was probably craving for a cigarette again.
Nan Yanyan spun the pen in circles on her fingers. She looked at the old woman selling flowers and said, "Xiao Ye is the team captain and has won the individual championship in esports competitions for several consecutive years."
"He is my idol. I entered the circle because of his influence."
When Arang heard this, he felt particularly uncomfortable. "Oh, it's still the love between idol and fan," he said in a sour tone.
Nan Yanyan said, "What happened between us is a bit melodramatic. When I was fifteen, I was very thin and a bookworm. One day, on my way home from evening study, I ran into two or three delinquent teenagers. They first asked me for money, and I gave it to them. But they wouldn't give up and asked me to sleep with them."
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