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Old town tavern owner (writer) x Diao style American, strong and miserable Chinese painter
From the day Ye Zhengjing returned to the ancient city, he knew that his life would only be the same as his mother and sister, continuing to run the two taverns and inns, meeting and parting with different passers-by year by year.
Until that day, a great painter who came to shoot scenes in the ancient city came to the tavern.
Ye Zhengjing didn't care how much success and fame she had, let alone whether the flower of the high mountains that everyone said really had peach blossom eyes.
I just want to sell a few more taels of wine and make some money.
But who would have expected that the money he earned from the tavern was actually used to get a room in the inn opposite.
After some unclear business going back and forth, Boss Xiaoye was finally forced to go back to the tavern and issue an urgent notice: no one was allowed to let that woman in from now on.
Unfortunately, business has to be done.
No one will keep out the door of the God of Wealth who comes every night.
He would only send her out every night and send the drunk Miss Bai back to the inn just a stone's throw away.
Sending it back and forth, there will always be times when you run slowly, and you will inevitably be pushed against the door by a woman who is smiling but not smiling: "Boss Xiaoye was very courageous that night, wasn't he?"
For a few moments, Ye Zhengjing was always making excuses for her own sinking. They couldn't have a future anyway, so there was no harm in being bolder.
It's just that she didn't expect that she and this person were more than just a once-in-a-lifetime fate...
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According to the original plan, Bai Qingmo was only going to find some inspiration in unfamiliar places.
But unexpectedly, he would be attracted by a utilitarian product in that thousand-year-old city.
I never thought that I really couldn't forget what happened in the dim light of the inn room.
After several twists and turns, she finally returned to the inn on the first night. She received a transfer from someone, and the note was the total consumption in the pub and inn in those months.
She took the money and replied: The youngest boss' service is good, but his attitude is not very good. He can barely get three stars.
That night, there was a knock on the door.
The cold little boss was standing outside the door, with complicated expressions on his handsome features: "Do you really dare to come back?"
1. Three years age difference
Mission: Even if you are at the lowest point in life, never give up hope.
