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Chapter 319 The Breath of Home
Huddled in the corner of the bed, with the quilt wrapped up to his neck, Fang Jing's lips trembled when he saw the 700 yuan.

What is this for?

What do you mean?

Is there such a thing as bullying?

"Let's go! If you can't get out of bed, you can rest first, and I will bring you an old hen Bubu when you get off work."

There was a muffled sound as the door was closed, and there was only the sound of short breathing in the room.

There was an inexplicable wry smile at the corner of his mouth, and Fang Jing didn't know what he should say. Regardless of Yang Ning's aggressive attack last night, he always took the initiative, but he knew that it was the first time for both parties.

A weak heart is hidden under the strong appearance. From the mouth of the drunk Yang Ning, Fang Jing knew that she was too depressed, and she was so depressed that she couldn't breathe.

A girl who graduated from university has been working in the entertainment industry, a place full of dragons and snakes. Only she knows the hardships and tiredness she has endured.

After finally bringing out Chen Haibo, an overnight stay drove him into the abyss and he couldn't get out.

It is much easier to follow Fang Jing now, but the backlog of so many years cannot be released in a day or two.

God knows how much courage she mustered up last night to reach out to the sleeping Fang Jing.

"Crack! The door opened!"

Yang Ning poked her head in, just in time to see Fang Jing counting money.

The most feared thing in the air is sudden silence.

Fang Jing was so irritable that he wanted to dig into the cracks of the ground, and he spoke uprightly. He agreed that no money would be required, and he picked up the money by himself as soon as he left. The key point was still being caught.

But it was really a misunderstanding, his mind was messed up, and he was in a daze with the money in his hands, but he didn't expect Yang Ning to return to the carbine.

"Ahem! What's the matter?"

It's useless to explain after taking everything, Fang Jing looks like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water.

"That... I just remembered, I can't get out, I have to trouble you to take me a ride."

"Okay, wait a minute, I'll take a shower and go with you, just in time for work."

Looking around, Fang Jing who was hiding under the quilt wanted to find a bath towel to wrap around his body, but he couldn't find it.

Yang Ning didn't wink at all, she leaned against the door and just watched.

Gritting his teeth, Fang Jing bent over and picked up a random piece of clothing from the ground and put it on.

"Pfft! Hahahaha!"

Seeing his clothes, Yang Ning burst out laughing instantly.

Fang Jing looked down, his face turned dark instantly.

This is a translucent home gown, it looks like it's not worn, you don't need to think about it to know that it belongs to Yang Ning.

With a cold snort, Fang Jing straightened his chest and raised his head, walking past Yang Ning arrogantly.

Didn't see anything yesterday!

Ten minutes later, after taking a shower, Fang Jing changed his clothes and went downstairs. Yang Ning was cleaning the battlefield, and put the crooked sofa and coffee table in the living room back to their original positions.

After doing all this, I took a mop to mop the floor.

"Don't you need to wash your face?"

Looking at Yang Ning with messy hair, Fang Jing was puzzled.

"Immediately! Why are you rushing, there are so many things, and they have to come one by one."

Panicked, Yang Ning forced herself to mop the floor, then ran upstairs to wash her face.

She got up in a hurry this morning, and she just wanted to escape as soon as she woke up, and she didn't even have time to wash her face.

Half an hour later, Yang Ning got Yang Ning's access card at the property, and the two went to work together. They bought breakfast at a small shop on the street and arrived at the studio at ten o'clock.

"Hello, Mr. Fang!"

"Hi sister Ning!"

For the two people who came to work at ten o'clock, the studio staff didn't ask much.

Is there even a question?Yang Ning's face was radiant, her spirits were radiant, and her body had an inexplicable charm.

On the other hand, Fang Jing's eyes were dull, his complexion was slightly pale, and he couldn't walk smoothly. It was obvious that the rhythm of his body was hollowed out.

"Fang Jing, you got your driver's license, remember to register." Yang Ning, who was about to enter her office, suddenly turned her head and said.

"Oh, I see!"

Some time ago, he didn't have a driver's license, and the registration of the household has been delayed, and the car can only drive around the villa area, Fang Jing has long been itchy.

Xiangche beauty, few men can escape these two things, and he is no exception.

……

In the afternoon, a black car was driving on Modu Street.

"Damn! Driving so fast to reincarnate?"

In the last few seconds of the traffic light, the owner of BYD was about to rush over, when suddenly a black Volkswagen blocked him.

"Is the broken public so crazy? Do you really think I am a vegetarian?"

"Honey, turn around and overtake him, I'm in a hurry."

"Look! It's a matter of seconds."

In the BYD car, the middle-aged male driver stepped forward with the accelerator, and was about to make a show, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the letters behind Volkswagen and hurriedly braked.

"Red flags carry microphones, and the masses carry letters. If you don't have money, stay away."

This is what the coach said in the driving school.

"Overtake him! The red light is almost over!"

"Ahem, cough, the road is too narrow, we'd better wait, we're not short of a few seconds."

In the Volkswagen, Fang Jing is driving. This Phaeton is his 200 million car. It has a 12-cylinder engine with a displacement of [-] and a powerful horsepower.

The main thing is that it is low-key enough, if you don't pay attention to it, it is similar to the public.

"Drip!"

Inside the car, Fang Jing honked the horn. On the sidewalk, halfway to the sidewalk, the students nodded with a smile, and quickly ran over with their schoolbags on their backs.

"The weather today is so sunny and beautiful everywhere!"

In the car, Fang Jing happily hummed a song, his body that was drained yesterday seemed to have regained a lot of vitality.

Once upon a time, his dream was to buy a car. In his previous life, he had a battery car in high school, but it disappeared after hitting an old man four or five meters away on the way to school.

Now it can be regarded as the fulfillment of his car dream.

Tens of seconds later, the red light flashed, he stepped on the accelerator, and Fang Jing left in a hurry.

Although I didn't learn a driver's license in my previous life, after practicing during this period, getting on the road is not a problem.

Driving is not difficult, it is very simple, just one gas pedal and one brake, a junior high school student can learn it in two hours.

The hard part is to drive the car well without accidents!
Although Fang Jing's driver's license went through the back door, his subjects [-] and [-] were passed the driving school test.

……

Back at the villa in the afternoon, Yang Ning had already arrived and was cooking in the kitchen.

Before it was time to get off work, both of them skipped work.

There are more TV carpets in the living room, as well as a few bouquets of flowers and green plants, daily necessities, rice, oil and salt in the kitchen cabinet, and unfinished wine on the small bar.

Smelling the aroma of food in the air, Fang Jing felt a bit human.

"Sit down first, it will be ready soon!"

A little more homey atmosphere.

"You bought all these furniture?"

"Well! I still have some money in my hand. I bought some when I passed the furniture market today. If you don't want it someday, just throw it away."

"If it's free, don't want it for nothing, why throw him away!"

Taking off his coat, Fang Jing went to the kitchen to wash his hands, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Chop the onion, ginger and garlic and fry it! Don't fry it!"

"no problem!"

The hand raised the knife and fell, and there was a rhythmic sound of the knife falling.

"Yo! Can't tell, you can cook?"

Experts know if there is one as soon as they make a move, and Yang Ning knows that Fang Jing is a good cook when he hears the sound of the knife, and he still does it a lot.

Just looking at his half box of instant noodles is a bit hard to say.

"Have you forgotten where I came from? The children of poor people have long been in charge of the family. My mother left when I was in junior high school. My father never returned after working part-time. I am in charge of the house. If you can't even cook, you will starve to death."

"Then you still eat instant noodles?"

"I'm not in the mood to cook, and I'm alone when I go out, so I'm used to eating everything."

In Fang Jing's mouth, a few dollars for instant noodles is about the same as a few hundred dollars for a steak.

From childhood to adulthood, what others look forward to most is the holiday, and what he most wants to forget is the holiday.

Days of celebration will always bring up many things that are not celebrated, which is why he resists.

(End of this chapter)