Mysterious treasure chest

Chapter 392 I don't want to make a living, I want to live.

At the entrance of the bar, Master Jiao stretched his neck like a watchman and looked around. He watched the two of them walk to the street, then drove away in a white supercar, and then walked back to the bar in a daze.

He really didn't understand Shenhao's mind, but he was still very excited. After all, he picked up such a high-level beauty to sing for nothing, and the bar's business would definitely be booming.

On the other side, the Lamborghini drove all the way back to the waterfront mansion, Xiao Yating followed Yang Hao into the elevator.

"Why don't you talk, do you think I'm too cruel?" Yang Hao asked with a smile.

Xiao Yating was overwhelmed with alcohol, she was a little tipsy at this moment, she shook her head: "No, I would rather want cruel freedom than gentle imprisonment, and besides... the reason why I cried just now is because it is really hard to take this step. Difficult, more difficult than I imagined."

She made no secret of her mental journey: "This morning I was still a Harvard elite returning to China for vacation, but now I am a homeless singer who is about to go to the bar to sing and make money. You even lent me the place to live. Really It’s an upside-down feeling.”

The elevator arrived at the stop, and the two walked out of the elevator one after the other. Yang Hao said without looking back: "If you find it too difficult and can't hold on, then go back, there is still time."

His tone was as cruel as ever: "Go back and sleep well, and when you wake up tomorrow, you will still be your 'Miss Xiao', not the wandering singer 'Xiaoxiao'."

Xiao Yating's footsteps paused, but she followed immediately, staring at Yang Hao's back with bright eyes, and suddenly smiled, as if she was sober from the wine.

"No, Wilde said something, I like it very much." The girl walked a few steps quickly, and walked side by side with Yang Hao, looking at his side face and said: "I-don't-want-to-earn-my -living, I-want-to-live."

Yang Hao rolled his eyes: "Miss Fugitive, you can use Mandarin, really, I can understand it."

Xiao Yating chuckled: "I'm sorry, I was too involved in practicing oral English during my time at Harvard, and I recited it out of habit. I will pay attention to it in the future."

"I don't want to make a living, I want to live." Yang Hao opened the door and joked as he changed his slippers: "This sentence by Lao Wang is quite famous, but it's a bit hypocritical, because I think for most people, Life starts with earning a living, if you can’t even fill your stomach, you can’t even talk about life.”

Xiao Yating was not annoyed, and nodded in agreement: "That's right, the reason why I mentioned this sentence is to say this. I really want to live a free life, but it's not given to me by others, but earned by myself." here."

As she said, she put her hands together and bowed to Yang Hao with a smile: "So, Mr. Crutches, I want to thank you for your 'cruelty', and I hope you will continue to be 'cruel' as always, and give me help and hope. Instead of handouts and sympathy, okay?"

Yang Hao was slightly taken aback, as if shaken by the girl's bright smile, he came back to his senses in an instant, and quickly handed his sister's spare slippers to Xiao Yating, pretending to be stern, and said, "Okay, okay, put on quickly. Slippers, I hope you don't have athlete's foot."

Swish!
Xiao Yating's face darkened in an instant, and she said aggrievedly: "How can I have it? If you don't believe me, you heard it?"

puff!
Yang Hao almost didn't make a big somersault, thinking that women are tigers, it's true, even Xiao Yating, who looks as harmless as a little sheep, is too fierce once he speaks sharply.

In fact, he took it for granted. If Xiao Yating was really a little sheep, how could she do such a rebellious act today?

Abandoning all the splendor and wealth of the past, just to pursue an uncertain future, how many people can dare to break the status quo, or even go crazy like 'stupid'?

Not to mention women, even men, I am afraid that there is no one in a million. After all, most people in this world are content with the status quo. Even if life is not satisfactory, they lack the courage to abandon the chicken ribs and give it a go.

Xiao Yating feels that she is actually such a weak person, and she also knows that as she grows older, her little courage will eventually be worn away by time.

So this time, she made up her mind and moved forward timidly but resolutely. Even if there is a failure ahead, even if she will regret it in the future, it is better than getting old before being crazy.

The girl thought about it, put on her slippers, walked to the sofa in the living room and leaned back, just quietly watched Yang Hao walking around like an old woman, taking things, and at the same time babbling endlessly. up.

For example, the bathroom is here, remember to lock it when you use it, or it will be very embarrassing if you enter it by mistake. In short, it is really the same as Xiao Yating remembers. When she was a child, she lived at her grandmother's house. My grandmother who I love very much.

That was really the warmest and most beautiful time in my memory. Unfortunately, my grandma has already passed away, but... the current 'Grandma Yang' seems to be pretty good too.

Thinking of this, a peaceful smile climbed up the girl's face, she suddenly felt so relieved, exhaustion surged up like a tide, and then Xiao Yating just curled up on the sofa and fell asleep sweetly.

When Yang Hao finished introducing the lengthy 'cohabitation rules' talking to himself, he was about to ask Xiao Yating to go to the supermarket together to buy her replacement clothes and daily necessities.

But when I looked back, I found that the girl had already slept like a little pig dreaming of delicious food, smiling so much that she was almost drooling.

He rolled his eyes angrily, but couldn't help laughing. After thinking about it, he didn't rush to carry Xiao Yating to his sister's room. He just took a silk quilt and covered the girl lightly, and then I went downstairs to the supermarket to buy something by myself.

Before going out, Yang Hao gritted his teeth, opened the perspective eye, and scanned out Xiao Yating's measurements, otherwise he would not be able to help her buy clothes later on, he couldn't buy back every size, right?
Uh, it doesn’t seem to be impossible, it’s just a matter of spending more money, Yang Hao scratched his head in embarrassment, and finally comforted himself: Anyway, the perspective eye can’t see any pictures that are not suitable for children, so it’s okay to look at it... …Bar?

When he came back from the supermarket, Xiao Yating was still sleeping soundly. She turned over on the sofa, her face turned inside, and she seemed to be grinding her teeth a little bit.

I don't know when the ponytail was dismantled, and the black hair was draped over the shoulders, half of the fragrant shoulders were exposed, which looked particularly attractive against the silk quilt.

"Damn it, girl, you are testing the concentration of the poor monk." Yang Hao muttered, put down the big bags in his hand, and went straight to the bathroom to take a shower, running around covered in stinky sweat .

(End of this chapter)