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  While the two ladies were still somewhat embarrassed to thank them, the two men who didn't know what politeness was all about pulled them away separately. Before going upstairs, the young 'bureaucrat' Wei Feng still had a very leadership-like tone and threw out a sentence: "Not bad, kid, work hard, we're waiting for your results!" As he said that, he put his arm around Lan Feifei's slender waist and walked up the stairs with an air of importance.

  "Does the fourth elder deserve a beating?" Zhang Jin laughed and cursed, raising his middle finger at Wei Feng who was walking up the stairs. After getting a smug smile in response, Zhang Jin retreated back into the kitchen again.

  Up the stairs to the second floor, a large hall of about 30 or 40 square meters comes into view. The hall is not luxuriously decorated, but it's enough to be described as "delicate". The main colors of pure white and light yellow make people feel bright and comfortable at first glance. There are no excessive decorations in the hall, only a huge LED TV on the left wall, just like the one in the hall on the first floor. On the right side, there is a row of wide three plus one fabric sofas against the wall. In the center of the hall, a large, all-wood eight-immortal table is placed, with five sets of tableware arranged according to their positions on the light yellow tablecloth in front of five high-back wooden chairs. Obviously, this is where lunch will be served today. Opposite the staircase entrance is a huge glass sliding door that fills the entire wall, about 7 or 8 meters wide and over 3 meters high. Looking through the open door, apart from the four or five pots of lush green plants on the large balcony outside the door, there is a vast expanse of blue sea water in the distance.

  Xiao Fei, who had been driving for a while, walked over and sat down on the sofa in a half-reclining position, blowing away the fatigue of driving and the sweltering heat that made people anxious after getting out of the car. Looking at the emerald green sea water not far away, which was connected to the blue sky, and listening to the chirping of the little chickens raised by Zhang Jingyang in the yard and the distant waves crashing against the shore, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him. The tightness and pressure that had been building up in his chest from the intense work during this period also quickly dissipated at this moment.

  This refreshing comfort also made Wei Feng, who occupied the other half of the sofa and was reclining with his eyes closed, almost moan in comfort. He lazily said, "Boss, this is what life should be like! Unlike us, living like dogs every day? Unbalanced, I'm very unbalanced mentally!"

  "Fourth brother, isn't it easy to balance?" Xiao Fei said with half-closed eyes, as if in a dream: "You should think about it this way. This seaside villa is like your own vacation home. And you don't even have to pay for it yourself, someone will give it to you for free, clean the house for free, and when you come on vacation, there's also a top-notch chef serving you a free feast. In that case, what you feel isn't imbalance, but enjoyment."

  Wei Feng nodded his head in approval after a moment's consideration, giving Xiao Fei a thumbs up. "High, really high! No wonder you can be the third brother! This spiritual realm is indeed not something that your fourth brother me can easily understand. I'm enlightened, and benefited greatly, my mind is opened!"

  Mu Xinran and Lan Feifei were obviously more energetic than Xiao Fei and Wei Feng, as they rushed out to the huge balcony outside the hall with a cheer when their men collapsed onto the sofa. The invincible sea view to the south from the balcony, the golden sandy beach at their feet, the low-lying green mountains to the east, the vast green vegetable fields and distant green hills to the west, all made the two women exclaim in admiration. The sea view, mountain view, and rural scenery were all complete, what five-star hotel's sea-view suite, what Maldives, Phuket's golden coast could compare with the scenery here?

  …………

  Just as Xiao Fei and Wei Feng were enjoying themselves on the sofa, Mu Xinyan and Lan Feifei were standing on the balcony, greedily admiring the view. At this time, Zhang Jin, who was temporarily acting as a servant, walked up with a tray: "You must be tired and hot from the journey? This is the iced plum tea I prepared earlier, come and try some." After putting down the tray, Zhang Jin went downstairs again.

  A master chef's handmade plum soup was a delicacy that the four of them had never tasted before. After drinking the icy, sweet and sour broth from the ceramic bowl in one gulp, Xiao Fei felt as if his previous lethargy had dissipated, and his spirits were revitalized once again.

  Xiao Fei, with a spirited flourish, put down the ceramic cup in his hand and pulled up his wife Mu Xinran, who had also finished drinking but was still savoring the taste. With the grand gesture of Chairman Mao leading millions of troops to cross the Yangtze River, he exclaimed: "Come on, old lady, let's go take a look at our room!"

  The second floor of Zhang Jin's small building has four rooms, three bedrooms with bathrooms and one study. Xiao Fei and Wei Feng's rooms are easy to recognize. Because the bookshelf and computer are all in one room, it is obviously a study. And the remaining three rooms, one is slightly messy, with clothes that have been worn before thrown randomly on the bed, this room is obviously Zhang Jin's bedroom. The other two rooms, Xiao Fei and Wei Feng will not make mistakes either. Because the words on the door had long indicated which room belonged to whom.

  Xiao Fei, like Zhang Jin, belongs to the sheep. Because he was born on a small cold day, and after hearing the boss's introduction to mutton during a hot pot dinner in the dormitory, his nickname was born, called "Little Tail Cold Sheep". So between the two rooms, the one with the white paper written "Sheepfold" on the door is naturally Xiao Fei's bedroom.

  Weifeng was once a famous long-distance runner in school, known as 'can't be killed by running'. Everyone used to say that this guy is always in the state of just having drunk Red Bull. So his nickname is 'Red Bull'. Therefore, one of the remaining two bedrooms with 'Cowshed' on the door is naturally Weifeng and Lanfeifei's bedroom.

  This time the four people did not act together, but instead entered the rooms that Lao Da had prepared for each of them separately by household. The two ladies who had just entered the bedroom couldn't help but cheer up simultaneously.

  In fact, the two rooms are not luxurious, and can even be said to be simple and unadorned. One has a toilet, bathtub, and washbasin, while the other is a thirty-odd square meter bedroom with a bed, wardrobe, and desk. This kind of room, without carpeting, TV, refrigerator, or other large furniture, can be called 'simple' and would not even be allowed to exist in a three-star hotel.

  So the two women were not moved by the luxurious decorations in the bedroom, but rather by the large floor-to-ceiling doors that led to the same view as the second-floor hall. Just thinking about it, lying in bed and being able to gaze out at the unobstructed sea view is such a wonderful thing. Just thinking about it, turning off the lights in the room at night, sitting on the bed leaning against the man's chest, looking up at the twinkling stars and the sparkling waves in front of you, smelling the slightly salty fresh sea breeze, listening to the distant sound of the waves and the gentle whispers of your own man behind you... it's such a romantic thing. Just thinking about it...

  Yes, just three seconds after they stepped into this room, they had already thought of dozens of beautiful, romantic or comfortable scenes. Here we have to admire the richness of women's imagination.

  Because men and women are not only vastly different in physiological structure, but also seemingly have no similarities in psychological structure. Just as the two ladies were still fantasizing about romance while admiring their humble yet beautiful "princess castle" of a room, something came along to ruin the mood. "The room is a bit shabby, but it's livable! Alright, let's not look anymore, we should go back to the hall and see what delicious food our master has prepared for us. I'm starving!" The two men in different rooms almost simultaneously said these words, seemingly displaying brotherly tacit understanding. However, this tacit understanding suddenly shattered the romantic cartoon that was about to be completed in the minds of the two women, making them feel resentful and annoyed at their men's lack of romance.

  When the four of them walked out of the two rooms, the difference in character between the two women could be seen from the expressions of the two men. Xiao Fei had a painful look on his face, desperately rubbing the soft flesh of his wife's waist that she had just intimately touched; while Wei Feng had a bewildered expression, quietly asking Lan Feifei, who had a resentful look on her face.

  If we use professional terms from "BDSM" to describe the two women, one is a queen who excels at wielding rods and whips, while the other is a queen skilled in rope bondage; if we use martial arts terminology to describe them, one is like the tyrannical spear of Gu Long's novels, while the other is like the gentle yet deadly sword of Wen Rui'an's stories; if we use sociological and psychological terms to describe them, one believes that female power is paramount and that force is the foundation of family politics, while the other uses gentleness to overcome strength, firmly believing that tenderness is a woman's sharpest weapon.

  In short, these two women are absolutely not easy-going, one is tough and the other is gentle.

  The four people with different expressions had just sat down in the hall on the second floor, and Zhang Jin downstairs started shouting: "Ladies and gentlemen, can you please lift your esteemed buttocks and come down to help serve the dishes?"

  At that moment, the four people's different thoughts were unified in an instant, and what was left in their minds was only the delicious food that could make people die of eating. So the four people rushed downstairs without delay, because they knew that the more agile the helping hands and feet were, the faster the food would enter their mouths. At this time, every second counts.

  But just as the two women followed their men into the kitchen, a deafening scream came from the kitchen "Huang~"

  Then, Mu Xinran rushed out of the kitchen like a mouse being chased by a cat. Because Hei Shuijing, this little glutton, had been lingering in the kitchen due to the fragrance and hadn't left, Xiao Fei and his group of four didn't know until they reached the kitchen that Zhang Jin actually raised a dog. And this sudden 'surprise' really had some 'frightening' effect.

  Seeing Mu Xinran's exaggerated expression, Zhang Jin was speechless. "I'm telling you, Xinran, isn't this a bit too much? You're afraid of such a small dog? Not to mention our Black Crystal is still a puppy, even when it grows up, it will be very well-behaved. Our family raised it well. Right, Little Hei?" Zhang Jin's last sentence was directed at the Black Crystal sitting beside him.

  The black crystal, whose IQ was not much lower than that of an ordinary person, apparently understood Zhang Jin's words and nodded. The silly appearance paired with the nodding action made the black crystal's attitude seem extremely sincere.

  Mu Xiran still didn't dare to get close, and from more than two meters away from the kitchen door, she explained: "You don't know, I've been afraid of dogs since I was a child. When I was young, I was chased by a dog and now I have psychological trauma." Mu Xiran's mouth was explaining, but her eyes were fixed on Hei Shuijing without leaving for a moment, and from the slight movement of her bent knees, it could be seen that this woman seemed to be like an athlete waiting for the starting gun, tense. If Hei Shuijing suddenly stood up now, Mu Xiran would definitely replace the starting gun with her own scream and rush towards Bolt's world record.