Perfect Match - Chapter 172

Well-dressed, Lily of the Valley turned into a cute baby spraying incense cleanly, crawling over on the bed by herself, holding the crooked fluffy dolls, one by the wall.

The family should sleep neatly.

He An sat on the bed with his knees: “It’s Cheng Xiu’s thing. If we go back, he …”

“You don’t have to worry about this, Jiu Sheng will have a better position for him.” Zheng Fei shouted.

“I didn’t mean that.” He An shook his head. “Cheng Xiu told me that he would not return to Yuanjiang first.”

“why?”

“Because … the two of us are gone. If he leaves again, there will be only Dai Xiao in the inn. Recently, the business is so good that Dai Xiao will certainly be too busy. He must stay and help.”

Zheng Feiyu raised an eyebrow: “It’s not easy to solve? The labor cost in Luojing Town is low, and you can hire a very experienced veteran at 4,000 a month. Dai Xiao needs a total of two employees, one like you, good at accounting and communication. Another like Cheng Xiu … “

“You don’t understand.” He An smiled and waved his hand. “It’s not like light, it must be Cheng Xiu.”

“I don’t understand?” Zheng Fei shuddered.

He has been in the industry for more than ten years. The inn and the hotel are inseparable from each other. Can he still have something he does not understand?

He An didn’t answer him anymore, covered his lips with a long yawn, opened the bed and lay in, beckoning to Suzuran. Lily of the valley set the doll, came over shaking, and rushed towards He An.

“father!”

“Hey!”

Two people arched together, scratching their feet and scratching their feet, making the quilt messy.

Zheng Feiyu looked at this warm scene, quickly threw Cheng Xiu out of his mind, turned off the desk lamp, looking for the faint milk and flower fragrance in the dark, and reached out to slap his father and daughter in full.

At the beginning of October, rain accumulated in the north in late autumn.

It was almost evening when the plane landed on the Yuanjiang River, the sky was dim, the portholes were raining, and when they stepped on the bridge, they heard the howling wind.

Yanning sent a car to pick it up, and the driver prepared a thick cashmere coat as he instructed. Zheng Feiyu personally put on the bank, guarded him into the car, and took Lily of the Valley into the child seat.

The car drove smoothly into the urban area, and the long street in the rain seemed a bit daunting. Pedestrians hurried, or under umbrellas, or trots, shuttled through the giant maze of skyscrapers. Suzuran fell asleep, He An looked out of the window calmly, rubbing her fingers with the horn buckle on her chest, as if she was missing something, she was also worried.

Zheng Feiyu took his hand, caught it, put it on his lips and kissed it gently.

Yanning’s house is located at No. 12 Huazi Street, Xunzi.

The brick wall is elegant, the wooden path is zigzag, and the ginkgo falls golden.

Yanning was waiting at the door early, wearing elegant wool vests and shirts, holding a beagle wearing a bowler hat in his left hand, and holding a paper windmill in his right hand, exactly like the one that was lost before the lily of the valley.

Zhou Yan stayed with her umbrella and waited.

The car stopped in front of the court, Zheng Feiyao got out of the car holding the lily. She hadn’t seen Yan Ning for a few months, but she didn’t recognize her life at all, she called Grandpa with joy, and then opened her arms into Yan Ning’s arms and left, waiting for the lost and recovered paper windmill to be delivered to her. It was happy to show Bai Yingying’s small baby teeth.

The Beagle jumped for joy and offered to show goodwill to He An.

“What’s its name?” He An asked.

“Called Barton.” Zhou Yan answered with a smile, “It’s a little male dog, just two years old and very lively.”

He An poked at Suzuran’s face: “You have a dog brother.”

Suzuran held the paper windmill and waved excitedly at Barton.

They followed the courtyard path through the ginkgo, red maple, and white sand, and pushed the door into the house.

The entrance is first a neat set of wall-mounted wardrobes, then a jump-level living room, separated from the courtyard by a huge floor-to-ceiling window, and the view is wide and bright.

Going further is a secluded tea room with a large area, the tea mats are evenly spread, and a delicate white stone courtyard is hidden away. It was probably because of the rain. The glass ceiling above the head was half-open at this time, and the autumn rain poured in, and the moisture in the courtyard was like fog.

Yan Ning introduced: “Usually children come here and they gather here.”

He led He An through the tea room, and stepped on a two-foot-wide ring corridor. The corridor leads to the study, where the decor is much more modern, with fluffy sofas and cushions.

“I like reading while listening to the sound of the rain, so the study and the courtyard are connected. Later I’ll ask Zhou Zheng to add a few cushions, and you usually sit there.”

“Thanks … thanks.”