After being laid off, Cheng Yang was completely devastated and had been sleeping in a tent for three months.
One night, he was startled by the sudden appearance of a handsome man in the pavilion.
————The handsome guy's eyes were like a lost puppy, staring eagerly at the empty instant noodle box and swallowing his saliva.
"Brother, would you like some bread?" Cheng Yang took out the last half bag of rusks and gave it to him.
"What's this called?" The handsome guy pinched the bread and bit into it, "It's quite delicious."
"Bread, brother!"
"Have you ever had a drink at Starbucks?"
Shake his head.
"Have you ever drunk Mixue Bingcheng?"
Continue to shake your head.
Cheng Yang looked at him sympathetically. There were people living worse than him these days.
Moreover, this handsome guy is not only poor, but also lacks common sense. Cheng Yang has to teach him every day: why grilled sausages cost three yuan a piece and two for five yuan, and why KFC must be eaten on Thursdays...
In order to take this idiot on the road with him, Cheng Yang had to start doing more odd jobs to earn money.
When he found out that this guy had never even been to a movie theater, he was heartbroken and took on another job.
On the day when he finally saved enough money, Cheng Yang excitedly shook his phone: "Let's stay in a hotel tonight!"
Wen Zhouyao tilted his head and asked, "Do you want to stay in a hotel?"
"??? Don't you want to live there?"
Wen Zhouyao was puzzled at first, then suddenly realized, and finally took out his mobile phone and made a call.
Not long after, several Bentleys sped by. The butler and driver bent down and shouted, "Master."
Cheng Yang looked at his balance and shouted from his soul:
"I worked up early and stayed late at night, saving these hundreds of dollars to support you, but you ended up asking for millions for a car???"
Wen Zhouyao held his hand and nodded seriously: "I will raise you from now on. These are all yours."
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After a long time, the housekeeper complained about Cheng Yang: Didn't you see the young master wearing an Armani haute couture suit and his watch was a Patek Philippe?
Cheng Yang stared at the sports watch he spent a huge sum of money on for 99 yuan with free shipping and fell into deep thought: Did he still laugh at that Patek Philippe because it could neither count steps nor measure heart rate?
(But I can buy tens of thousands of his sports watches)
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