It's just that they have money.

081 How can we sit more intimately?

Fang Chen stayed at home for three days, and talked about it to Pingping for three days straight.

The first thing I talked about was the food.

"The vegetables at the supermarket are expensive and not as fresh as those back home. Your assistant, that young lady, seemed quite good at picking vegetables last time she came. Could you ask her to come over and teach me?"

The next day, all he talked about was his phone.

"Your dad hasn't changed his phone in years. You gave him money last time, but he still didn't get a new one. Why don't you get him a new one? Your assistant knows about these things, right? Ask her to come and take a look."

On the third day, after preparing the dishes, Xiang Pingping took off her apron, sat on the sofa, and looked at Fang Chen.

"Chenchen, did you have a fight with your assistant?"

Fang Chen looked completely bewildered: "No."

"Then why do you always forbid her from coming to your house?"

"She's busy."

"What are you busy with?"

Fang Chen opened his mouth, but found he couldn't answer.

Xuwen is indeed busy.

The blueberry gift box is being sampled, the expedited fee from the United States needs to be wired, Zhang Siyuan's contract needs to be finalized, and the renovation progress of the agritainment business needs to be monitored.

But these things are none of Xiang Pingping's business.

"Okay, I'll ask her."

Fang Chen took out his phone and sent Xu Wen a message in front of Xiang Pingping: "My mom wants to invite you to dinner. When are you free?"

Xu Wen replied with a question mark immediately.

After confirming that his mother had seen the message, Fang Chen quickly added another one: "Don't take it seriously."

"receive".

Fang Chen took his phone back to his room, closed the door, and texted Zhao Xiaole: "Where are you?"

Zhao Xiaole immediately replied with a location, which was a billiards club in Jiangcheng.

"Come right away, show me around for the next few days."

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When Fang Chen arrived, Zhao Xiaole was leaning over the billiard table, aiming.

The ball didn't go in; it wobbled twice around the pocket and then stopped.

Zhao Xiaole straightened up, put the pole aside, and when he saw Fang Chen come in, he raised his chin towards the door to signal him to look in that direction.

Fang Chen followed his gaze.

Zhu Zilan was wearing a dark, loose-fitting shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, and her hair was loose and unkempt.

There was a drink in front of me, the straw of which had been bitten flat.

She was looking at her phone when she felt someone looking at her. She looked up, paused for a moment when she saw Fang Chen, then nodded without smiling.

"Why is she here?" Fang Chen asked.

Zhao Xiaole lowered her voice: "Chen Wenqian brought her here. She said Zhu Zilan is preparing for an art exhibition and is under a lot of pressure, so she brought her out to relax."

Fang Chen didn't reply, but picked up a pole and started hitting it by himself.

Zhao Xiaole chased after the ball, running two laps before scoring a goal. While wiping his sweat, he glanced at Chen Wenqian, then glanced at her again to make sure she was still there before turning back.

"Brother Chen, do you think she's not interested in me? I can always get her to go out with me, but there's just not much progress."

Fang Chen was aiming at the ball and didn't look up. "Then don't hold it."

"That's not what I meant. I meant, does she only see me as a friend?"

Fang Chen pocketed the ball and straightened up. "Why don't you ask her?"

Zhao Xiaole opened his mouth, but couldn't get the question out.

Fang Chen took two more shots, gave his spot to Zhao Xiaole, and went to sit down in the rest area.

Chen Wenqian called out "Brother Fang" and moved her drink cup aside to make room for Fang Chen.

"What have you been busy with lately, bro?"

Fang Chen said he was just busy doing nothing.

Zhao Xiaole said you own several companies.

"You believe what he says."

Zhu Zilan suddenly looked up at him: "So what exactly do you do?"

"Farming," Fang Chen said.

Zhu Zilan looked at him for two seconds, then laughed: "A farmer driving a G-Wagon?"

Fang Chen stared blankly at her: "That's Zhao Xiaole's car."

Zhu Zilan turned her phone upside down on the sofa, leaned forward slightly, and rested her hands on her knees.

This pose allows her shoulders to emerge from behind her loose hair, their lines straighter than her face, like an overturned ruler.

"Chen Wenqian gave me some of the blueberries you grew, and they were delicious."

"Thanks."

"Where is the base?"

"It's over an hour's drive from Jiangcheng."

"Can I go see it?"

Fang Chen glanced at her. "Do you want to go look at the blueberries or the field?"

Zhu Zilan did not answer this question.

Zhao Xiaole came over after finishing a game, his forehead covered in sweat. He grabbed two tissues from the table to wipe his brow, then sat down next to Chen Wenqian, causing the sofa to sag. Chen Wenqian was forced to move aside by his presence.

"What are you two talking about?"

"Let's talk about farming," Fang Chen said.

Zhao Xiaole glanced at Fang Chen, then at Zhu Zilan, her face full of disbelief, but wisely refrained from asking further questions.

He turned to Chen Wenqian and asked how he had performed.

"Not very good"

The group spent over an hour at the billiards club.

Fang Chen played a few rounds, but spent most of the time sitting in the rest area.

Zhao Xiaole and Chen Wenqian lingered at the pool table, taking five minutes to play with a single ball. It took them ages to finish a game, and the score didn't matter.

The important thing is that every time Chen Wenqian bent down to hit the ball, Zhao Xiaole stood two meters behind her, without saying a word or moving, like a pillar that had been forgotten there.

Zhu Zilan didn't speak to Fang Chen again. She rested her hand on the sofa armrest while looking at her phone, the screen's light illuminating her fingers.

Her hands were beautiful, with well-defined knuckles and short, clean nails without any paint.

It was already afternoon when the group came out of the billiards club. The sun was shining obliquely from the west, casting long shadows.

Zhao Xiaole drove Fang Chen's G-Wagon with Chen Wenqian in the car, while Fang Chen drove his father's car with Zhu Zilan in the car.

When Zhu Zilan got into the passenger seat, she put her bag down at her feet, fastened her seatbelt, and looked at the road ahead. She didn't say a word from the moment Fang Chen started the engine until the car drove out of the parking lot.

The car turned onto the main road and merged into the traffic. Sunlight streamed in through the windshield, dazzlingly bright. Fang Chen flipped down the sun visor. Zhu Zilan suddenly spoke.

"You don't talk while driving?"

"I'm not talking."

Do you listen to music?

"I won't listen."

"What if you're driving long distances?"

"open."

Zhu Zilan turned her head to look at him, then turned back to look at the road ahead.

As the vehicle speed increased, the wind noise became louder, and the carriage buzzed, like a bee trapped in some unseen corner.

Zhu Zilan rolled up the car window, and the car became much quieter.

"Do you treat everyone like this?"

"What is it like?"

"Neither too far nor too close."