Chapter 2117: I haven't thought of a title yet
In fact, cleaning the grill and other preparation tools was not a very complicated task. The four of them worked together quickly to get the job done. Instead, the purchasing team did not come back until almost noon.
Shen Pianpian, who was lying dead on the sofa, immediately resurrected and ran out quickly when he heard the bell ringing from far away outside the door.
The owner of the bicycle looked up, and then the bell did not stop, ringing all the way from the entrance to the door of the house, making the hot sun a little cooler. In Shen Pianpian's eyes, it sounded like a joke to her.
It was originally meant for her to hear.
Shen Pianpian giggled and trotted down the stairs. The bicycle soon stopped in front of her with a ringing bell.
There were two or three large plastic bags hanging on the handles, bulging with vegetables, with some green showing from the openings of the bags.
Cheng Zhiyuan bent one of his long legs and stepped on the ground, looking at Shen Pianpian with a smile in his eyes, and pressed the bell twice, which made a jingling sound.
Shen Pianpian giggled and reached out to wipe the sweat off his face.
The man then got out of the car.
Maybe because the weather was too hot, he had taken off the outer garment he was wearing when he went out. Now he was only wearing a white vest, revealing his broad shoulders and long arms. His muscles were neither thick nor thin, covering his arms just right, and beautiful and powerful lines would bulge when he moved.
At this moment, fine beads of sweat were still hanging on his muscles, and the black hair on his forehead was a little wet. The sweat beads on his side face fell along his beautiful chin, wetting the clothes on his chest. His clothes stuck to his body, revealing his beautiful muscles. Only his waist and abdomen seemed very loose. Occasionally, when the wind blew his clothes, his thin waist could be vaguely outlined. He looked handsome and manly.
Shen Pianpian took the coat he had taken off, rolled it into a ball and pressed it against his head, then wiped the sweat off his forehead in a messy manner.
Cheng Zhiyuan did not protest despite being treated so roughly. He lowered his head silently and let her wipe it. Then he carried the things and the person and put them into the house, then turned around to pick up a few other people.
Maybe it was because of the difference in physical strength, but they didn’t see the three people behind them until several minutes after Cheng Zhiyuan arrived.
At this time, they all came down from the early morning hours who were resting upstairs.
Song Zhiye wailed as he entered the door on his bicycle.
"Help! I'm dying of heat! Give me some water!"
Lingchen turned around silently and went back to the house to pour out a glass of water. Song Zhiye didn't even have time to get off the car. He stepped on the ground and drank a large glass from Lingchen's hand. Then he sighed as if he had survived a disaster.
"Finally I'm alive."
A group of people then carried their things back into the house.
The air conditioner was on low, and Song Zhiye and Guo Nanbei were so moved that they were about to cry.
"I really didn't expect it would take so long to buy vegetables. I was really dying of heat. Luckily, the vegetable market is dedicated to this villa area, so there weren't many people. If there were more people, I might have died of heat there and wouldn't have been able to get out."
Guo Nanbei fell on the sofa and exhaled.
Song Zhiye put her head under the air conditioner, facing the wind. Ling Chen kept trying to push her head away. Every time he pushed her head, she would impatiently push his hand away. However, the two of them miraculously did not quarrel at all, but instead had a lazy tacit understanding.
Song Zhiye still had time to turn around and talk to Shen Pianpian,
"Mr. Cheng is really versatile. Look at how many things we bought. In fact, he was the one who went to ask for prices and bought many of them."
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