The 32nd floor of Zixing Building, Fashion Pictorial Editorial Department.

Zhang Xiaomeng held a lot of gorgeous clothes and ran in the aisle leading to the studio at extremely agile speed.

"Here, here! The clothes have arrived, and the model and beauty will arrive soon!"

Zhang Xiaomeng shouted loudly while pushing open the door of the studio. The bright incandescent light made her almost unable to open her eyes.

"Silly x, what's the use of carrying clothes here? Do you want models to change clothes here? Do you don't have a locker room here? Can you find someone who is more reliable to work with me? If you waste your time like this, I'll stop doing it!"

The photographer who was fiddling with the studio lights immediately lost his temper when he saw Zhang Xiaomeng coming in with her clothes in her arms.

Who said that he was a big-name photographer? Zhang Xiaomeng didn't dare to explain too much, apologized repeatedly, and then rushed out to urge the model ladies who were bigger than the photographer!

This is her daily job, a small novices reporter for fashion magazines. She may also wear beautiful rented clothes to attend the new product launch of fashion brands, and the next moment, she may squat on the side of the road and have lunch with the migrant worker uncle.

After finally dealing with the big-name photographer who lost his temper, he coaxed the charming model ladies into the studio. Zhang Xiaomeng then leaned against the wall and took a breath, and the small yard full of roses appeared in her mind.

Only when she returns to that small yard is her holy place for her to rest in her spirit. Only by smelling the fragrance of flowers, listening to the singing of birds, blowing the evening breeze, and looking at the stars in the night sky, will all the worries at work disappear.

"I miss my little yard so much! I'll get back from get off work early today! Also, that ugly fat tenant actually rents the yard for such a high price, which is really strange. But his character seems to be not bad, and the most important thing is to be generous. Well, I will get another shot next time I have the chance. I am stupid and kind-hearted. This kind of man is the most popular girl!"

Zhang Xiaomeng was in a daze, but was hugged by someone's chest behind her, which scared her so much that she almost screamed.

Of course, the one who attacked her was a girl. This girl was pretty, but her makeup on her face was too thick, and her clothes were a little exaggerated, and she showed her sexy everywhere. Although she could be called a beauty in the eyes of the public, she was still much inferior to Zhang Xiaomeng's beautiful temperament.

"Xiao Meng, it's your birthday the day after tomorrow. I asked Jack, Sun Lang and others to go to your house to play together! I miss your charming courtyard so much! This time it's a group event, you can't refuse anymore, otherwise we sisters will have nothing to do! Humph!"

The girl who is talking is named Yang Yingli, who is Zhang Xiaomeng’s elementary school classmate. They work together in Fashion Pictorial and are also good friends for many years.

Zhang Xiaomeng hesitated for a moment, as if it was difficult to make up her mind. However, looking at her best friend's serious expression, she finally wavered.

"Forget it, there is no problem that cannot be solved! It should be no big problem!" Zhang Xiaomeng said to herself in her heart.

"Okay, okay! The day after tomorrow, Boss will travel abroad, and I can take a day off. I'll wait for you at home." Zhang Xiaomeng said with a smile.

An undetectable smile flashed across Yang Yingli's face, patted Xiaomeng on the shoulder, and said, "Okay! Then just say it! We'll come to you the day after tomorrow!" At night.

Dong, Dong, Dong! The knocking sound from outside the door woke Ling Qingfeng up from the luck and breathing.

He walked to the door with a little displeasure and opened the door.

Standing at the door was Miss Zhang Xiaomeng who lived in the shed.

She was wearing a light blue dress tonight, with her shoulders hiding from the gauze, her soft and light waist showed the youthful atmosphere of a girl, and her straight and smooth calves could easily make people's eyes involuntarily attracted.

"Cough, cough! What's wrong with you?" Ling Qingfeng withdrew his gaze and used his cough to hide the little embarrassment caused by his gaze.

"Boss, I want to ask you for a favor, okay?" Zhang Xiaomeng showed a super cute expression and looked at the other person with a smile.

Ling Qingfeng shrugged without saying anything, "Tell me! What's the matter?"

"My colleagues will come to the house to have a party tomorrow. I want to lend your yard, the kitchen and living room. If it is convenient, it's best for you to go out for a day! I know this is really embarrassed, but I promise to clean all the places, please!"

Zhang Xiaomeng knew that the fat tenant was very homeless and basically didn't go out much, and there was no movement in the house, so she boldly made a request.

"I don't go anywhere, I like to stay at home!" Ling Qingfeng refused the girl's request without thinking.

What's the matter? I'll disappear for no reason and lend her the house to her to make trouble. Although there is nothing important in the room, I believe anyone's first reaction to this feeling is to refuse.

Zhang Xiaomeng bit her lip, showing a pitiful look, and said timidly: "Just borrow it for a day, don't be so stingy! I promise to make breakfast for you every day in the future! Otherwise, I will also pack dinner in the future. As long as I don't work overtime, can it be? Please, I really want to entertain friends. You know, it's so small and inconvenient!"

When the girl mentioned breakfast, Ling Qingfeng remembered the kindness she received by the windowsill in the morning, and her heart couldn't help but feel weak. In addition, she was really not good at cooking, and if she could have a good meal every day, it seemed that it would be fine.

"I'll stay in your room tomorrow! If I don't come out, don't bother me! I will make a meal sooner or later! I will pay for it." The fat man replied with a cold face.

"Thank you very much, thank you so much! I can access the Internet in my room, and I connect to your wifi, ah! I accidentally let it go, sorry, sorry!" Zhang Xiaomeng said while regressing into the yard.

Anyway, she also wanted to help me take care of the beehive, so it doesn't matter if she helps her once. Ling Qingfeng tilted his head and turned around and returned to the room. The next morning, Zhang Xiaomeng knocked on the door of the fat neighbor early. The other party was so easy to talk to, Zhang Xiaomeng had a better impression of the fat man.

Ling Qingfeng opened the door and said nothing. He walked through the flowers with a laptop in his arms and walked to the door of the shed where Zhang Xiaomeng lived.

The door of the shed was open. Ling Qingfeng stepped in and looked around and found that the shed made of birch was clean. The furnishings inside were simple and clear, with only a hardwood bed, a wooden table placed next to the window, two small wooden stools, and two rows of books neatly placed at the head of the bed.

Ling Qingfeng glanced at it and found that there were only two categories of these books. One was fashion magazines, not domestic street pictorials, but all in English or Korean. The other was current affairs magazines, such as reference news, party newspapers, and a set of Twenty-Four Histories.

It was obviously two completely different styles of books, but they were placed on the desk of the same person. If it weren't for knowing that she lived alone, Ling Qingfeng almost thought there was another person living in the shed.

In addition to books and manuscripts, there is only a string of lilac wind chimes hanging on the windowsill, which has a slightly feminine style.

"What a strange girl!" Ling Qingfeng was secretly curious. What kind of experience did she live in this place, and the style of reading was so different? But these were not something Ling Qingfeng cared about, and it was just a sway in his mind. Because "The Bone-Broken Hand of the Blade" had already been practiced to the last article, he planned to combine the true energy he had cultivated in his body and try it again.

The best way is to use internal strength to match strong moves! Ling Qingfeng constantly explores the secrets of kung fu according to the routines and thinking in martial arts novels. Anyway, no one taught him, which means he has no shackles, is full of imagination and can do whatever he wants.

After a busy morning, Zhang Xiaomeng cleaned up all the traces of the fat tenant left in the room, and cleaned them all inside and out. Now the house looks like it is like it belongs to me again!
Chapter completed!