Chapter 1131 Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder Yuan Zhou

When the diners in the store looked like they didn't expect you to be like this Wu Hai, Yuanzhou was seriously thinking about the possibility of making private money.

"That's not right. I collect the money first, then the system takes a commission, and finally it goes to the card. This way there should be no need to hide private money." Yuan Zhou thought to himself.

"Speaking of which, the account manager of the bank said last time that cardless business could be handled." Yuan Zhou touched his chin and thought seriously.

"That's not right. I can discuss managing money with my girlfriend. Anyway, I don't smoke, drink, or gamble. I'm an extremely good man." Yuan Zhou boasted proudly in his heart.

"It seems that I don't need special skills to hide private money." Yuanzhou figured it out in an instant and went back to the kitchen to cook in a relaxed mood.

Yuanzhou, who was feeling relaxed and happy, completely forgot about the fact that he didn't even have a girlfriend.

The night passed quickly. Yuanzhou read, washed, rested and then got up to exercise according to his own schedule.

When Yuan Zhou ran to the door of his shop, he saw the people waiting there.

This person is not Wu Hai. Wu Hai only followed Yuan Zhou for a week, and then he started to come intermittently. It was not a bit more difficult to get him to keep exercising than to get him up to eat.

Standing at the door was a short-haired girl wearing denim shorts, revealing a pair of long, muscular, fair legs, a pair of white sneakers, and a black short-sleeved upper body.

When he saw Yuan Zhou running over, he immediately gave Yuan Zhou a sweet smile, revealing the dimple on his right cheek.

Yuanzhou stopped, but his arms were still swinging. He looked at the girl who had already run in front of him and said, "The daughter of a recruiter?"

"Yes, yes, master, do you know me?" The person who came was none other than Cheng Ying, who looked at Yuan Zhou with surprise after hearing this.

"No, you look very similar." Yuan Zhou said with his head tilted.

"Um..." Cheng Ying felt that there was nothing to talk about today.

But it's not that we can't talk anymore. Technician Cheng has a round figure and a fat face like Maitreya Buddha. And she is obviously slender like her mother and looks cute and beautiful. Why does she feel like her father?

Cheng Ying felt sad and didn't know what to say.

However, Yuan Zhou was not a talkative person to begin with. If Cheng Ying didn't speak, he would naturally start running without speaking.

After a while, when Yuan Zhou ran to the back alley, Cheng Ying said, "Master, what can I do now?"

"Do nothing, just wait." Yuan Zhou looked sideways at Cheng Ying and said.

"Ah?" Cheng Ying tilted her head and asked in confusion.

"It's too early." Yuan Zhou said.

"But I see that you got up very early, Master, so I wanted to see what can be done early." Cheng Ying said energetically.

"No, come later." Yuan Zhou shook his head.

"But, Master, I want to learn from you, and I'm here to help." Cheng Ying said, clenching her fists.

"Wait, what did you call me?" Yuan Zhou stood at the back door of his house, turned to look at Cheng Ying and asked seriously.

"Master." Cheng Ying said matter-of-factly.

Yuan Zhou frowned and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. He looked serious and looked at Cheng Ying without saying anything.

"Because you are my father's master, and I am my father's daughter. According to seniority, you are called master." Seeing Yuan Zhou being so serious, Cheng Ying subconsciously stood up straight and replied seriously.

"I've checked it." Seeing that Yuan Zhou still didn't speak, Cheng Ying whispered to herself.

"Call Boss Yuan." Yuan Zhou took a deep breath without leaving a trace, and then said calmly.

"But you should be called Master." Cheng Ying lowered her head but said stubbornly.

Yuan Zhou wanted to hold his forehead now, but he held it back for the sake of his image outside, and said in a serious and serious tone: "No, just call me Boss Yuan."

"Are you kidding me? I am twenty-six years old. How old do you have to be to be called Master?" Yuan Zhou complained crazily in his heart with an expressionless face.

"Master, are you not recognizing me? I'm a good boy and know how to do things." Cheng Ying raised her head and looked at Yuan Zhou with tears in her eyes.

Yuan Zhou was frightened for a moment and couldn't help but take a step back: "What the hell is going on?

Are you crying? Are you crying? "

As a 24-year-old Yuan Zhou who was born single and born in 26 years old, apart from his own mother, he has never seen another woman cry in front of him, well, not even females.

Moreover, now this girl seems to have made herself cry. Yuan Zhou got a headache at the thought of this moment.

"Don't cry." Yuan Zhou said seriously with a stern expression.

"Master." Cheng Ying continued to look at Yuan Zhou with tears in her eyes.

"Go to the front door and wait, and come back later." Yuan Zhou took a deep breath, and then suppressed the vicissitudes of life in his heart.

"Okay, Master." Cheng Ying immediately burst into laughter and answered with a smile.

"Yes." Yuan Zhou nodded, watching Cheng Ying smile faster than tears, and immediately complained again in his heart: "Woman, your name is Fickle."

Of course, Yuan Zhou was making these complaints in his heart, and his face remained calm.

"Go." Seeing Cheng Ying standing motionless in front of him, Yuan Zhou said again.

"Okay, thank you, Master." Cheng Ying turned around and prepared to leave.

Seeing Cheng Ying turn around, Yuan Zhou slumped his shoulders: "Why do I feel the bitterness of raising a daughter?"

"Master, please hurry up and open the door." Cheng Ying suddenly turned her head and spoke to Yuan Zhou, and Yuan Zhou's first reaction was to stand up straight and straighten his back, as if he was standing as if he were loose.

"Yeah." Yuan Zhou responded coldly.

"Then I'm going to the front door." Cheng Ying said and started to leave again.

This time Yuan Zhou didn't slump his shoulders. He was afraid that this person would turn around and come back, so Yuan Zhou kept watching Cheng Ying move forward.

As he kept looking at Yuan Zhou, he saw something floating under Cheng Ying's white sneakers.

Yuan Zhou looked closely and saw that it was a napkin that he had stepped on somewhere and stuck to Cheng Ying's feet, and he followed her steps forward step by step.

"To go or not to go, that's the question." Yuan Zhou struggled in his mind, and then hurried forward.

Because Yuan Zhou's steps were fast and his voice was soft, Cheng Ying didn't pay attention at all.

Yuanzhou took advantage of the moment Cheng Ying raised her foot again, stepped over and stopped the napkin.

At this time, the paper fell down, and Yuan Zhou felt relieved and satisfied.

"Master?" Cheng Ying turned to look at Yuan Zhou standing behind her, with a puzzled face.

"It's okay. This is your first time. I'll take you to the entrance of the alley." Yuan Zhou said seriously.

"Thank you, Master, you are so kind." Cheng Ying immediately said with a crooked smile.

"Yes." Yuan Zhou nodded.

"Then I'm leaving," Cheng Ying said.

"Go." Yuan Zhou nodded, then looked at Cheng Ying.

"This feels more like raising a daughter." Yuan Zhou watched Cheng Ying walk out of the alley with a blank expression, and then turned back to his house.

"Recruiting girls is really..." Yuanzhou sighed, then put on his clothes and quickly washed up.

…

Please remember the first domain name of this book: . Miaoshuwu mobile version reading website: