Chapter 1758: Yang Yang Zhengxin

The two young masters of self-built houses got into the car and waited for over an hour before arriving home.

"Xiao Yang, so your house is this far from the airport!"

The driver in front couldn't help but think: Which rich person's house is close to the airport? Wouldn't it be noisy all day long?

But Yang Yang Zhengxin only nodded: "I have to go to school. If school is far away, I can't sleep in in the morning. It's very miserable."

Huh?

Song Qiao Song Qiao turned his head to look at him: "But you don't sleep in at my house either!"

Xiao Yang opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

He did want to sleep in at the Song family's, and the Wu Lan family never called the children to get up for breakfast like that.

After all, when Song Tan was working before, she was allowed to sleep in whenever she finally came home.

But things are different now.

The family has a regular routine, there's no entertainment in the village at night, and there's more or less physical labor to consume energy during the day.

One thing led to another, and by eight or nine o'clock when everything was quiet, everyone was ready to sleep.

Especially during the time Xiao Yang stayed, the temperature hadn't completely risen, so the routine was kept very regular.

At that time, everyone started getting up at five or six in the morning to prepare for work.

Although the noise didn't travel between floors, the problem was that Grandpa Qi Biao also started preparing breakfast at this time!

Yang Yang Zhengxin lingering in bed and stubbornly holding out until 7:30 was his peak performance.

Any later, his drool would soak the pillow. Is this sleeping in a torture or an enjoyment?

There are also some delicacies that value heat control very much; once the time passes, the taste is just a little bit off...

Oh my!

Yang Yang Zhengxin lamented: "If I go now, I can only sleep until 9:00 AM."

Meals are only served at 9:00 AM now.

While speaking, the car drove into a lush, high-end residential area, followed the wide road all the way forward, spiraled around, and finally stopped in front of a villa.

Although it was late at night, the courtyard was brightly lit, and Song Qiao Song Qiao could still clearly see the general layout.

This was completely different from the style of his home; the manpower and financial resources required to maintain the lawn, flowers, trees, fountain, and swimming pool were worlds apart.

But Song Qiao Song Qiao only looked up and down for a while before saying seriously:

"Xiao Yang, the three-story building outside your house seems even taller and bigger than mine!"

"That goes without saying!" Yang Yang Zhengxin didn't mention whether it was luxurious or the construction costs of his own home; he simply said:

"After all, there are two basement levels. If the foundation is laid firmly, you can build a bit larger on top."

He took three steps up the stairs and reached out enthusiastically:

"Qiaoqiao! Welcome to my home!"

Yang Yang Zhengxin's home was completely different from Qiaoqiao's.

He entered the living room and looked up, observing the decor and furnishings inside the house.

This living room had an extremely high ceiling, appearing at first glance to be over 7 meters tall, whereas the house Qiaoqiao lived in back in the village was only a little over 3 meters high.

Zhao Zhao Fangyuan, the sister who did the design back then, said that for an ordinary family, there was no need for such a high ceiling, as it would be very expensive to run the air conditioning in the summer or the heating in the winter, and the elderly would inevitably feel the pinch when using it.

With a larger space, the lights used were also very expensive.

In short, he looked at the uniquely shaped crystal chandelier in the living room, his mouth also hanging wide open.

"Wow!"

"Officer Xiao Yang, your house looks like something out of a TV show!"

Yang Yang Zhengxin didn't feel there was anything special about it.

He had been growing up in this kind of environment for over a dozen years.

At this moment, he just thought for a moment: "It's alright, isn't it the same function as your house? Look, the living room is for entertaining friends, and the family sits together to chat. Upstairs, everyone has their own room..."

If he had to say, it was just that his furniture was more expensive and there were more rooms.

For example, he had a dedicated game room, a media room, an indoor sports area... Qiaoqiao's house didn't have those.

But what did that matter? It didn't affect the happiness of living there at all.

After all, a person can't be in several places at once to enjoy the functions of these rooms simultaneously.

Qiaoqiao didn't feel any disparity between rich and poor either; he simply felt like he had changed to a new environment and was therefore exceptionally eager to explore.

He even clicked his tongue in admiration at the gleaming kitchen:

"Your kitchen is also so big!"

The domestic worker on duty in the kitchen stood up:

"Yang Zhengxin, is this your friend? Would you like a late-night snack?"

Wow! A nanny! Qiaoqiao looked on with equally sparkling eyes: I wonder if the nanny's salary is high?

Aunt Lianhua said that if it weren't for being unable to bear leaving her mother-in-law, she would have learned from the men and gone out to work long ago.

She wanted to be a nanny; she heard that being a nanny included room and board and allowed one to save money.

Qiaoqiao decided to find time to ask about it and tell Aunt Lianhua when he went back—although she had no intention of leaving right now, knowing the salary would prevent her from being cheated when she went out.

As for their house at night...

Grandpa Qibiao definitely didn't work at night, and if anyone in the family wanted a late-night snack, it was basically Qiaoqiao who handled it.

Brother Lu Chuan would sometimes make a little something too...

But because their daily routine was so unhealthy, the opportunities for late-night snacks at home were actually very rare, and there was absolutely no need for a night shift.

Yang Yang Zhengxin accompanied him as he wandered around, even ordering the domestic worker to cook him a bowl of noodles, while showing Qiaoqiao the tea set in the living room:

"Qiaoqiao, look! My dad especially loves to brew your family's tea leaves at this table for others to taste..."

Called tasting, but actually showing off.

Qiaoqiao looked at the various pots and cups on the table and was puzzled: "But our Fresh Maojian tea is green tea; it's not suitable for brewing in a pot like this."

Hey!

When a middle-aged man wants to show off, he naturally uses a pot to put on a show and make people guess, and only at the end is it good to watch the other person scold him for wasting precious things and feeling heartbroken, and then he can happily change the container!

In short, these complicated adults can't be explained in a few words.

Yang Yang Zhengxin had no choice but to call him: "Come on, I'll take you to your room; it's arranged right next to mine—by the way, do you want to take a picture of the living room?"

Qiaoqiao then remembered: "Yes, yes! Your house's lights are so big, I must take a picture! This stair railing and the screen next to the railing are also so good-looking, I must take a picture!"

"And the carpet, my dad wanted to buy one, but my sister said it's hard to take care of and wouldn't let him buy it. How do you clean this?"

Yang Yang Zhengxin really hadn't paid attention to this.

He turned to ask the domestic worker in the kitchen, who, although not responsible for this, knew a little bit:

"That wool carpet? Usually, we take care of it with a vacuum cleaner and a disinfectant machine, and then replace it regularly every month and send it out for cleaning—the cleaning fee? I'm not too sure, it probably costs a few hundred yuan?"

Qiaoqiao opened his mouth wide, then closed it again.

He looked at the carpet one last time and then said seriously:

"When I go back, I'll talk to my dad; he is too bad at managing life! The cleaning fee alone is a few hundred yuan each time; my monthly salary is only enough to wash it a few times!"

Now it was Yang Yang Zhengxin's turn not to know what to say.

A child born into a family like his didn't need to ask in detail to know that the cash flow of Qiaoqiao's family was definitely enough to make people envious—

His dad did physical industry, his mom did finance, but those were just superficial appearances. If they really had to take out a large amount of cash at once...

Well, his family business was large, so surely this cash amount was much higher than the old Song family's.

But for the other party's income to cover the cleaning fee of this wool carpet, it was definitely not worth mentioning.

One could only say that the life philosophy of Qiaoqiao's family was still at the stage of ordinary people.

But there was nothing wrong with that.

He giggled: "You should talk to him! This carpet is very troublesome to take care of; Uncle can't even sweep it clean at home..."

The two of them giggled and laughed, finally giving up on the stairs and turning into the elevator instead.

Qiaoqiao looked at the arrow constantly moving upward in the elevator and shared gossip with Yang Yang Zhengxin: "Our Brother Brother Leilei used to speak very unpleasantly."

"The first time he brought his girlfriend to my house, he complained that our house didn't have an elevator, didn't use silk quilts, and didn't have good wood decor..."

Yang Yang Zhengxin was a bit surprised, because this Brother Brother Leilei was said to be raising cattle at home now and had even sent beef to the old Song family once.

The man was tanned pitch-black and lean from hard work; he didn't look like someone with such a superficial personality?

And he hadn't heard that he had a girlfriend either?

"Then what about his girlfriend? Are they planning to get married?"

"No." Qiaoqiao shook his head:

"He showed his girlfriend a leech, and she ignored him. Brother Brother Leilei then stole pumpkins and watermelons from home to see her, and then..."

"That sister already had a boyfriend."

Is it that exciting?!

Yang Yang Zhengxin's gossip heart suddenly rose; his junior high school friends knew not to give girls soft living things as gifts.

Is this Brother Leilei a bit slow-witted?

"Then what, then what? Did the two of them not fight?"

"No." Qiaoqiao was honest:

"Aunt wouldn't let Brother Brother Leilei hold his salary, so Brother Brother Leilei used the excuse of salary to buy fruit and used it all up. After Brother Brother Leilei went there foolishly, he found he had no money to buy a train ticket back, and cried aggrievedly..."

No way?!

Yang Yang Zhengxin was amazed by this divine development, and at this moment, his impression of that lean, quiet, and slightly silly-smiling Brother Brother Leilei changed greatly.

"Then what happened? Did your family send him money?"

"No," Qiaoqiao told the truth:

"He cried so pitifully, and the new boyfriend of his ex-girlfriend felt embarrassed, so he drove him back."

"Now Brother Brother Leilei's beef is still being supplied to their supermarket."

Yang Yang Zhengxin:......

He opened his mouth, then closed it.

After a while, he couldn't help it and sighed:

"So the crazy plots in the short dramas my mom watches aren't all made up..."

It was said to be the room next to Yang Yang Zhengxin's, but in reality, there were only two guest rooms on the entire third floor.

And when Qiaoqiao opened the door to look—

"Wow! This room is bigger than mine!"

He opened his phone and snapped photos, and after he finished, he showed them to Yang Yang Zhengxin:

"I've posted it."

Yang Yang Zhengxin proudly lifted his chin:

"Post it! Which post is it? I'll go join in the fun too."

And as Qiaoqiao uploaded the pictures one by one, he also found the place—

【A good friend is on summer vacation and invited me to stay at his house for a while. What gifts should I bring?】

Looking at the highly-liked comments about milk, fruit, cigarettes, alcohol, and tea below, Yang Yang Zhengxin's heart skipped a beat:

"Qiaoqiao, you didn't really bring cigarettes, alcohol, tea, milk, and fruit, did you?"

He wouldn't even touch cigarettes, alcohol, or tea!

These internet fun-seekers who are out of touch with reality, why didn't anyone mention pickled vegetables, beef sauce, braised chicken legs, or salted duck eggs?!