The system asks me to pick up trash

Years make people old, no matter how beautiful the face is, if you don't pay attention to maintenance, the ruthless years will become a poisonous hand.

She saw Xiao Yi carrying a big bag, and asked her husband warily:

"Who is this? Why did you come to our house?"

Xiao Yi received so many things from others, his gratitude was beyond words, and he immediately greeted him enthusiastically:

"Hi sister-in-law, I'm Zhang Ye's friend, and I'm going to clean up your garage today."

Zhang Ye pointed at Xiao Yi with a smile, and introduced his wife:
"Xia Yu, this is my friend Xiao Yi, but he is a professional garbage collector, so I asked him to collect all the junk in our garage."

Xia Yu glanced at Xiao Yi in surprise, how did this trash collector become her husband's friend?
You know, those high-ranking people rushed to give gifts and curry favor with Zhang Ye, but Zhang Ye didn't necessarily pay him any attention.

A trash collector turned out to be Zhang Ye's friend?

Immediately, Xia Yu looked Xiao Yi up and down with complicated eyes.

Seeing that Xiao Yi is so young, healthy, straight-backed, and not bad in intelligence, why did he choose to pick up junk?
This must be a type of person who doesn't want to make progress, just eats and waits to die.

Why would a husband want to be friends with such a person?

He immediately cast a dissatisfied look at Zhang Ye.

Before Zhang Ye could speak again, the beautiful woman said impatiently:
"You've packed everything up, hurry up and sell it at the waste station, the waste station may be closed soon."

The meaning is obvious, people like you are not welcome in our family.It also meant to prevent Zhang Ye from interacting with Xiao Yi.

In fact, Xiao Yi was not angry at all.

After all, with Zhang Ye's identity, such a wealth, and his association with picking up junk, it really makes people feel strange.

"Okay, I'm leaving." After finishing speaking, Xiao Yi picked up the scary woven bag, turned around and was about to leave.

Zhang Ye looked at Xiao Yi with an apologetic expression. In front of such a beautiful wife, it was natural that everything was decided by the wife.

He has no right to speak.

The car drove into the garage.

After stopping, Zhang Ye got out of the car.

Xia Yu asked, "Why did you get along with the trash pickers?"

Zhang Ye smiled and said: "You don't even know how strange he is, the red boy group, do you know?"

Xia Yu said, "I know, what does that have to do with a trash picker?"

Zhang Ye said: "It does matter, he is a member of the Red Boys, and I have seen their concert with my own eyes.

Wow, that scene is so lively and prosperous.

So exciting. "

Because this happened just now, when Zhang Ye thought about it, he still looked yearning, with his hands clasped in front of his chest, and his eyes shining brightly.

His expression infected Xia Yu as well.

But after thinking about it for a while, Xia Yu still warned:

"Look at your age, you are still expressing emotion at every turn.

I advise you, it is better to be cautious.

Let an unfamiliar picker come into the house, and if you have bad intentions, it will be too late for you to regret it. "

Facing Ruhua Meijuan, Zhang Ye didn't dare to say anything.

He could only nod repeatedly and said, "Madam is right."

Just as I was about to walk out of the garage, a large package of beautifully packaged gift boxes was conspicuously placed on the shelf in the garage.

"what is this?"

Xia Yu picked it up and looked at it carefully. Zhang Ye was also attracted by her, and looked at the extremely exquisite gift box in his wife's hand.

The gift box has a gold-plated product name:
Xianpin Iced Silk Bird's Nest