Love Apartment: The All-Around Comedian

"Uh, what gift should I bring?" Su Mingyang was taken aback.

"Of course, the best gift would be one that can alleviate Ziqiao's depression, like a game console or movie tickets, but Zeng Xiaoxian and I have already brought those, so Mingyang, you should bring something else."

Su Mingyang's lips curled up slightly.

Is Hu Yifei deliberately targeting me?

Is she retaliating for me teasing her this morning?

Sure enough, messing with this female devil never ends well.

Su Mingyang figured that if he refused, Hu Yifei would definitely try to use moral blackmail.

Besides, refusing would be admitting defeat, and he wouldn't do that.

At that moment, a brilliant idea flashed into his mind.

“Okay, I know what to give him. I don’t know if it will help Ziqiao’s depression, but I’m sure he’ll like it very much,” Su Mingyang said with a smile.

"What gift?" Hu Yifei asked curiously.

"You'll find out soon enough," Su Mingyang said mysteriously.

"Then hurry up." Hu Yifei rolled her eyes and went into 3602.

Zeng Xiaoxian sensed that something was off and whispered in Su Mingyang's ear, "Mingyang, did you upset Yifei? Why is she suddenly acting this way towards you?"

"I guess so," Su Mingyang nodded.

"No wonder, that explains why you ran out of Yifei's room like you were fleeing a disaster this morning." Zeng Xiaoxian suddenly realized, then asked, "Is the problem serious?"

"It's alright, nothing serious." Su Mingyang smiled faintly.

"That's good. If possible, it would be best to apologize to Yifei. That way, she won't hold it against you," Zeng Xiaoxian kindly reminded him.

"Okay, Teacher Zeng, you go in first. I can handle this."

Su Mingyang smiled slightly.

He thought to himself that he would never submit to the devilish Yifei.

"Hmm." Zeng Xiaoxian didn't say anything more and went into room 3602.

Su Mingyang raised an eyebrow and went back to his room to prepare a gift.

Chapter 29 I told you Ziqiao would like it

Su Mingyang arrived at suite 3602 with gifts.

As soon as I entered, I heard Lu Ziqiao's mournful singing coming from inside the room—

"I hear the wind coming from the subway and the sea of ​​people; I'm queuing up, holding my love number."

This guy even pretended to be sick, but that's fine, it'll be fun.

Su Mingyang thought for a moment and then went into the room.

"Mingyang, why are you here too?" Lu Ziqiao lay sprawled on the bed, looking utterly dejected.

"Of course I'm here to bring you warmth." Su Mingyang's lips curled up.

"Really? You've all been so good to me. I don't know what to say." As Lu Ziqiao spoke, he wiped away a tear, secretly hoping that Su Mingyang would give him something.

Seeing Lu Ziqiao like this, Su Mingyang's lips twitched.

This acting is absolutely Oscar-worthy.

If I didn't know this guy's personality...

I almost got fooled by him.

"It's okay, Ziqiao, you have to cheer up. We'll get through this with you," Hu Yifei comforted her, then turned to Su Mingyang, "Mingyang, where's your gift?"

"Here it is." Su Mingyang pulled a black strip-shaped object out of his pocket.

Hu Yifei rolled her eyes after seeing it: "So all you're doing is giving me a USB drive? What's the use of that?"

Zeng Xiaoxian was also dumbfounded.

Lu Ziqiao was even more disappointed.

Hu Yifei prepared breakfast for him and Lu Zhanbo's game console, while Zeng Xiaoxian gave him two Transformers movie tickets.

At the very least, Su Mingyang could send some food.

Who knew they'd just give away a USB drive? That's so stingy!

Seeing the three people's reactions, Su Mingyang said mysteriously, "Don't underestimate this USB drive. It contains my treasured collection of the past few years, my memories from my youth. Whenever I'm sad, lonely, or helpless, I open it and take a look, and it always makes me feel better. Ziqiao, this should help with your depression. By the way, it's best to close the curtains when you're looking at it, it'll create a better atmosphere."

Upon hearing this, the three immediately realized what it was.

Hu Yifei blushed and glared at Su Mingyang: "Mingyang, why are you giving this as a gift? Take it back and get another one!"

"Huh? Is that not allowed? In that case, I'll take it back." Su Mingyang said, pretending to be serious, and sighed, "I originally wanted to share my happiness with Ziqiao to see if it could alleviate his depression, sigh."

"No, no, no, Mingyang, I really like your gift, give it to me quickly." Lu Ziqiao panicked when he saw Su Mingyang trying to take it back.

I thought to myself, this is a good thing, how can I not want it?

"Ziqiao, what are you saying?" Hu Yifei was stunned by Lu Ziqiao's excited appearance.

Lu Ziqiao immediately put on a serious face and said with a bitter expression, "Yifei, my heart is aching so much right now, I can't breathe, and I feel like I'm in endless darkness. I need anything that can make me happy. I think the contents of Mingyang's USB drive should be able to help me."

Seeing this, Hu Yifei had no choice but to grit her teeth in anger: "Fine, Mingyang, you can give it to Ziqiao."

"Haha, I knew Ziqiao would like my gift."

Su Mingyang raised an eyebrow smugly and handed the USB drive to Lü Ziqiao.

At this moment, Zeng Xiaoxian pulled Su Mingyang aside and whispered, "Mingyang, can I take a look at your USB drive later? I need to have some fun too."

“No problem, once Ziqiao has finished reading it, you can just ask him for it.” Su Mingyang raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, Mingyang, I love you to death!" Zeng Xiaoxian said excitedly.

"Uh, Teacher Zeng, please be mindful of your image." Su Mingyang said speechlessly.

"Let's hurry up and leave, so as not to disturb Ziqiao's rest." Hu Yifei was very annoyed.

Originally, she planned to use the matter of sending warmth to Lü Ziqiao to make things difficult for Su Mingyang and vent her anger.

I never expected Su Mingyang to send me something like this.

Lu Ziqiao happened to like it very much.

This is awkward.

We'll have to find another opportunity later.

"Alright, Ziqiao, you get some rest. We'll be going now."

After exchanging greetings, the three left Lu Ziqiao's room.

As soon as Su Mingyang stepped out of the living room, Chen Meijia stopped him.

"Teacher Zeng Yifei, I need to talk to Mingyang about something," Chen Meijia said with a smile.

Hu Yifei glanced at the two of them suspiciously, but didn't say anything more before leaving room 3602. Zeng Xiaoxian went to his own room to catch up on sleep.

"What are you doing, Meijia?" Su Mingyang said helplessly.

He knew that Chen Meijia's contact with him was definitely not for anything good.

"Mingyang, I wanted to ask if you still need a comic book assistant?" Chen Meijia pouted and looked up at Su Mingyang expectantly.

"Aren't you working as Guan Gu's assistant now?" Su Mingyang asked suspiciously.

“Yes, but I feel like I’m getting too bored just being Guan Gu’s assistant, so I was thinking of helping you out,” Chen Meijia explained.

“No need,” Su Mingyang refused.

He now draws comics using a computer drawing tablet, so he doesn't need any assistants.

Could you please turn on the computer for me?

Besides, Chen Meijia is always clinging to him; how could he stand it?

"Are you sure you don't need it? Mingyang, think about it again." Chen Meijia shook Su Mingyang's arm and started to act coquettishly.

She had this idea after Guan Gu Shenqi told her that Su Mingyang could earn more than a thousand yuan per page of comics.

Su Mingyang didn't have a chance to mention it when he treated everyone to dinner, but now is the perfect opportunity.

"Really, I don't need one, Meijia." Su Mingyang was speechless, and joked, "I don't need an assistant, but I do need someone to warm my bed. Meijia, would you like to come? The salary is ten thousand a month."

"Ah! A warm bed? That's a bit inappropriate." Chen Meijia tugged at her clothes and said shyly, "But I should be able to handle this job."

She was overjoyed.

One in ten thousand!

Get rich! Get rich!

And I can also find an opportunity to... hehehe, it's perfect!

!!!

Su Mingyang's mood at this moment was like that of a bear standing and roaring in his previous life.