Do you provide delivery service?
In the crowd, the one walking backwards in front was a photographer carrying a camera, and in the middle of the crowd was a man who looked somewhat familiar.
I don’t know his name is Zheng Jicue.
I opened my phone and saw that it was indeed one of the guests on that show.
In other words…
He quickened his pace and looked around. When he arrived at the pharmacy, he met another group of people. He stood at the door of the pharmacy and stopped to watch because of his height. He was also one of the guests of the program.
After confirming it, he turned and went into the pharmacy.
After coming out of the pharmacy, Luo Ming called him.
Luo Ming: "Brother! Brother Zheng! When will you be back? Didn't you say today? Have you set off yet?"
Zheng Jijue's mind was clearly not on going back. He said perfunctorily, "I may not go back today."
Luo Ming: "What!! Why? People can't go back on their word... What are you doing now?"
Zheng Ji Jue: "Going to the market."
Luo Ming's mind was full of questions, but Zheng Jicue had already hung up the phone.
He was tall and strong, and his temperament was not inferior to that of big stars. He was also wearing a mask. Many people stared at him along the way. After following him for a while, they saw that he was just strolling around, so they gradually dispersed.
This market is not small in the town. Zheng Jicue carried a bag of cold medicine and walked from one street to another. He looked again and again at places where there were many people, and also looked again and again at places where there were few people.
He met almost all the guests of the program, but he didn't see Luo or anyone else.
After going around in circles, he probably understood what the guests on this show were doing.
As for the guests, one was selling fish, presumably something he'd caught himself and brought to the market. Another was selling pears, local to Haixi City. From what he was saying, he'd picked them this morning.
I won’t say anything else.
So, if Cen Yuan comes, where is Cen Yuan?
While other guests were shouting and trying to attract customers, Cen Yuan was leaning against the wall in a corner where there was no direct sunlight. He was not in a hurry at all and just looked at the stall which was seven or eight meters away from him.
He got on the production crew's car early in the morning to go to the city to buy some oranges, which weren't available locally and were quite expensive. The local apples, pears, and dates are very famous in China and are loved by locals, but he didn't win any.
It was three or four in the afternoon when the sun was scorching. He had gone to another place to attend an early market before arriving here. He didn't have a good spot, so he found a remote place with little shelter, wrote a price tag and put it on the stall, then went to eat.
After returning from dinner, I found that the people were indeed simple and unpretentious. There were fewer fruits, but there was a red bag next to the scale, which contained the change that everyone had contributed.
When he went over and saw it, an old man said to him, "The boss may not be here. If you want to buy fruit, just weigh it yourself and get the change yourself." Then he weighed a bag of oranges, took out a twenty-yuan note from his pocket, took out a dollar from his bag, and walked away with a smile.
The sun was growing hotter and hotter, but he wasn't afraid of the heat. Even in this state, even with Xie Qi not far away, he still felt sleepy. People came to buy oranges intermittently, all in a hurry. Cen Yuan felt that nothing would happen without him, so he just hid in the corner, hiding from the sun.
When Zheng Jicue walked here, he found that there were not many people and felt a little depressed. When he passed this ordinary stall, he saw a person sitting a few meters behind the stall out of the corner of his eye.
Cen Yuan got himself a small stool and hid in the shadow of the house, peeling oranges and eating them. There were several pieces of orange peels beside him, and he peeled and put them into his mouth.
Zheng Jijue looked at him for a long time before his gaze stopped at the pile of oranges he passed by.
Zheng Jijue walked to his stall, where a sign said eight yuan per pound.
It is much more expensive than the local fruits of other guests.
He didn't say anything, nor did he buy anything. He just watched Cen Yuan eating oranges.
The program crew hiding around also noticed Zheng Jicue's unusual behavior, especially the fact that he was wearing a mask and staring at Cen Yuan so nakedly. They immediately became highly alert, but they couldn't drive him away for no reason.
Finally, the program team found a tall and strong man to pretend to buy oranges to test the waters.
"Brother, please make way. I want to buy oranges." The staff of the program team said nervously.
Zheng Jicue took two steps towards him, still staring at Cen Yuan without blinking.
The staff thought to themselves, this is not good, could it be some kind of pervert?
He tried to pull the bag with trembling hands, but failed.
Zheng Jicue raised his hand and pulled out a bag for him. The staff member looked at the bag stuffed into his hand and felt nervous and confused.
Zheng Jijue's eyes never left Cen Yuan, and he asked him, "Aren't you going to buy it?"
The staff member finally came back to his senses: "Ah? Oh, buy it, I'll buy it."
His voice was so powerful that Zheng Ji Jue turned to look at him.
The staff member didn't notice and was busy selecting oranges. He pretended to be familiar and asked, "Brother, aren't you going to buy any?"
Zheng Jijue: "The boss is not here, I won't buy it."
The staff's alarm bells rang loudly. This person was indeed coming for Cen Yuan, but he said, "I just saw others claiming to be making their own change. The boss might be busy and not here the whole time."
Caught off guard by Zheng Jijue's deep black eyes, the staff member felt his scalp tingle and stammered, "What...what happened?"
Zheng Jicue retracted his gaze: "It's okay, I forgot to bring money." After saying that, he walked past the staff and left without looking back.
Seeing him finally leave, the staff breathed a sigh of relief. When Zheng Jijue was no longer in sight, they ran over to Cen Yuan and whispered, "That guy was a little strange. Be careful. We're watching closely. If anything happens, just shout."
Cen Yuan nodded and handed him half an orange. The staff member took it with a smile and returned to his original seat.
The sun was not as scorching now. Cen Yuan took his own small stool, put away the peels, walked slowly to the stall, and peeled another orange to eat, not taking what had just happened to heart at all.
It’s definitely not a coincidence to meet Zheng Jicue here, but it’s obvious that Zheng Jicue is not here to seek revenge.
Zheng Jicue went to several shops to exchange money. Nowadays, most shops accept online payments, and the same is true in towns and villages. There is cash, but not much. If he exchanges it for others, when an elderly person comes, he will have no money to give them change, so no one is willing to exchange money with him.
Zheng Ji Jue came out of the store and stood on the street, looking around in confusion.
Soon his eyes lit up and he ran towards the car.
Cen Yuan was now sitting next to his stall, and more people were coming to buy oranges. This was the only way for many people to go home after the market, and when people saw him, they all thought he looked familiar, and naturally came over to take a look.
At first glance, Cen Yuan was well versed in the art of selling things. He would give bags to anyone who came, and those who were shy had to buy a few. Plus, he was good-looking, so no one dared to talk to him for long.
So, under Cen Yuan's gentle smile, more than half of the oranges were sold one after another, and everyone went home dizzy carrying bags of oranges.
When Zheng Jicue came back, he was eating oranges again.
He didn't say anything, and Cen Yuan didn't give him the bag. Zheng Jicue just stood in front of the stall and watched him. The longer he watched, the longer Cen Yuan ate.
Seeing that he really had no intention of greeting customers, Zheng Jijue couldn't help but ask, "How much are the oranges?"
There were so many people coming to buy that the sign had long been thrown into a corner, making it difficult to see the price. Zheng Jicue pretended not to see it.
He spoke each word slowly and seriously.
Without even looking up, Cen Yuan put another slice of orange into his mouth: "It's better not to eat oranges when you have a cold or cough."
Hearing this, Zheng Jijue clenched the money he had just withdrawn from the ATM in his pocket, took out three hundred yuan from his pocket, and said casually, "I've bought all the oranges, so don't eat them."
Cen Yuan threw the last petal into his mouth, then looked up at him, took one from his hand, put it away, and quickly packed it for him.
Zheng Ji Jue's mind was full of the look he just saw. He clenched the remaining two hundred yuan in his fingers and felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest at any time.
My mind is empty and I feel like I'm rusty.
Just as he was about to finish, his throat felt itchy and dry, and he coughed as soon as he opened his mouth. After realizing that he had coughed, Zheng Jicue turned sideways.
Once he started, it wasn't easy to stop. He coughed several more times before he could barely suppress it.
Cen Yuan had already packed the oranges and was waiting for him to take them away.
Zheng Jijue couldn't think of anything else to say to Cen Yuan. He didn't want to leave just like that. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he blurted out, "Do you provide delivery service?"
The people from the program crew slowly gathered around him, fearing that he might do something.
Cen Yuan didn't expect him to make such a request. "Look at my delicate skin and tender flesh, can I bear it?"
Zheng Jijue hadn't thought about this question, and didn't dare to look Cen Yuan in the eye. He began to look Cen Yuan up and down. This was the first time in the past few years that he had been so close to Cen Yuan...
She has long legs, a thin waist, and very fair skin. She doesn't get much sun exposure and gets sunburned easily. Although she's not several centimeters shorter than him, she seems to have much less flesh on her body than him. She looks very thin. Maybe she'll fall over if she touches me?
He hesitated and said, "Then...you should practice more?"
After saying that, he wanted to slap himself twice. Luo Ming was right. He couldn't do that. Next time Luo Ming asked him to learn the art of language, he would definitely study hard.
While he was brainstorming, Cen Yuan easily picked up all the fruit and walked away. Zheng Jijue came to his senses and quickly caught up with him. After a moment of hesitation, he asked, "How about I carry half..."
He admitted that he was actually a little nervous.
"Sir, please don't bother me while I'm delivering the goods."
"oh."
Cen Yuan walked for a while longer, and Zheng Jicue followed him obediently. He felt bloated in the heart and felt that he could drink until dawn and not get drunk.
The cameramen walking in front and behind him were almost overwhelmed by the joy in his eyes. Is this a fan? Why does he always act like a pervert? Are all male fans like this?
Zheng Jicue didn't know that his reputation as a male fan had been damaged. If he knew, he would probably insist that he was Cen Yuan's male fan, as he had previously refused to admit that he was a fan.
When he reached the intersection, Cen Yuan didn't go any further.
Zheng Ji Jue also came back to his senses and immediately understood what Cen Yuan meant. He pointed in a direction beside Cen Yuan and said, "My car is over there."
Cen Yuan walked in the direction he pointed, only Zheng Jicue paused for a moment for some reason and then followed him.
Good sun, good smell...
if……
The face under the mask was extremely conflicted. He realized belatedly that if he really asked Cen Yuan what perfume he used, Cen Yuan would probably think he was a pervert.
It must be because the weather is too hot.
He pressed his mask tighter.
Cen Yuan was aware of Zheng Jicue's every move, and he didn't think Zheng Jicue was annoying. After all, Zheng Jicue hated Xie Qi, not him.
Right?
He raised an eyebrow towards a second-floor hallway somewhere.
Xie Qi didn't have any feelings and watched Cen Yuan walk further and further away under the guidance of Zheng Ji Jue.
Cen Yuan carried a few bags of oranges to the parking lot, and Zheng Jicue walked past him and quickly walked towards his car.
Once the car control is released, the door opens automatically.
The latest SX luxury bridge car was thus presented to the public.
The people in the program team couldn't help but sigh quietly. This guy looks weird, but he is quite rich.
It was well known in the entertainment industry that Cen Yuan's boss, Xie Qi, owned a silver SX. He was often seen driving that silver SX with Cen Yuan.
The more I think about it, the more outrageous it seems. Could this guy be trying to seduce Cen Yuan?
Battle of Silver SX!
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