Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 642 Time difference
It was almost early morning when the black SUV slowly drove away from the parking space in front of the park gate.

Da Zhe yawned again... Of course, the black soul messenger would not feel sleepy—physically, but mentally, he still felt this way.

"Are you going to follow now?" Da Zhe asked No. 18 curiously.

No. 18 finally said: "I admit that I made some mistakes. I didn't carefully examine this donor when I selected him. I just felt that he was not bad. But now it seems that he at least has something he wants."

Da Zhe came to the spirit and said: "What would he want?"

No. 18 said indifferently: "A man doesn't come home at night. He would rather stay out and work alone than cheat his wife not to go home. What do you think is the reason?"

Dazhe frowned and said, "You mean... he and his wife have a bad relationship?"

No. 18 sneered and said, "It's normal for men to be greedy for the new and dislike the old. Even if you don't use past dreams to investigate, you can roughly tell the difference."

"What is the dream of the past?"

"This is my ability and has nothing to do with you." No. 18 said indifferently.

Then you still say it...

Dazhe shook his head, then rubbed his chin and said, "However, even if you don't want to go home, it doesn't necessarily mean that you are greedy for the new and dislike the old. Men sometimes really don't want to go home, and just want to be alone. okay?"

"Heh." No. 18 said disdainfully: "You mean, you will know the benefactor better than me?"

Dazhe shook his head: "Of course I don't understand like you... But I understand men, especially married men. For example, it is normal to simply want a personal space. Besides, If he changed his mind, why does he still work here? Wouldn't it be cool to go to a bar and nightclub to have a good time?"

"If it's true love, it won't cheat at all. If you cheat, this kind of relationship will no longer be pure. Man, there is never a good thing!"

Sister, have you ever been stimulated...

"Okay, let's not discuss this issue, shall we?" Dazhe waved his hand and said, "Anyway, you don't understand that as a man, sometimes you just don't want to go home. I don't know how to tell you Say, anyway, you don’t understand.”

"Are you laughing at me?" Number 18 said coldly.

"No, no, it's just that men understand men better." Dazhe said quickly, "Speaking of which, do we still want to follow... It's been a long way."

……

……

Zhu Maolin will make his movements the lightest and lightest... usually at this time, when he returns home.

But a pair of slippers had already been placed at the door, and the porch light was on at the moment, and probably never thought of turning it off after it was turned on.

Zhu Maolin put on his shoes silently, glanced at the food covered in gauze in the living room, then walked into the bathroom and took a shower.

Then he returned to the room, still trying to relax his steps as much as possible, and even lying on the bed seemed to be cautious.

The time on the phone was adjusted, but it didn't disturb his wife.Because he knew that she always went to work early in the morning.

So his day was over at five seventeen in the morning.

……

Her day starts at seven o'clock in the morning.

When I got up, I saw my husband was next to me. Then I washed and prepared breakfast, because I knew that no matter how late my husband came back, he would always go to work on time during the day, rain or shine, and was never late when he was not on vacation.

Then she'll go to work.

At [-]:[-], she was ready to go out, and then wrote a note on the table to remember to eat breakfast-of course, the food left over from last night had been thrown away.

……

At [-]:[-], the phone rang, Zhu Maolin opened his bloodshot eyes, hurriedly dressed and washed, the clothes he was going to wear today were already on the hanger, even the tie was ready up.

Then he frowned, casually changed one from the closet, picked up the briefcase, and hurried out the door.

The door of the house was closed, and Zhu Maolin went out, but suddenly opened it again and walked back, picked up a piece of baked bread from the dining table, and then went out again.

It was eight forty-five at this time.

……

At [-]:[-], she opened the door of her pottery classroom and began to wait for the students who came to class.She is a craftsman, and this classroom is where she and her husband met.

The first student came, an elderly lady with a wealthy family, who actually came to pass the time.

"Teacher Yuhan, it's early today, what do you want to do? Shall I help you?"

"No need, why don't you prepare yourself first?" She... Her name is Hou Chen Yuhan.

Hou and Chen.

Following the father's surname, and also following the mother's surname, it seems that because his father can't earn her mother's money, the mother's surname is still ranked first.

"Teacher Yu Han, why haven't you seen Sister Li and Sister Zhang today?"

"Today... Well, Mrs. Li said that she would go out to eat with her husband today, so she won't come. Mrs. Zhang, I really want to say that I will accompany my son to see the piano teacher today, so I won't come." Hou Chen Yuhan thought about it Should come down.

"Oh, that's it. I still want to ask Sister Li to have dinner with me at noon. What a pity...Mr. Yuhan, why don't we go out to have dinner together at noon? You won't go home at noon anyway."

"Okay." She agreed without thinking too much.

She was also afraid of being alone... eating, lunch, or dinner alone.

At noon, the two women, who were more than ten years apart in age, wasted time in a nearby restaurant.

It's really a waste of time to say that the parents are short-sighted.

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43:[-] p.m.

"Manager, the box lunch is here, let's eat first!"

The colleague was called Xiao Wang, and he came back with the boxed lunches of the whole group in both hands, and everyone rushed forward.

Holding the lunch box, Zhu Maolin continued to think about some small details.He quickly swallowed a mouthful of rice, remembered something, and asked directly: "Tboy, is that model sure to be here at three o'clock in the afternoon?"

"Well, she promised me that she would definitely come." Tboy said hastily; "Newcomers, they value this opportunity very much, so they shouldn't dare to be late."

"That's fine. If the real person is okay, let's get out tonight." Zhu Maolin nodded and ate something.

But he doesn't know what he is eating, and eating is just one action.

This is the pineapple he didn't like to eat before.

……

At [-]:[-] in the evening, Hou Chen Yuhan took the takeaway home, ate and watched TV, took a bath while watching TV, then read a book, and finally fell sleepy and fell asleep.

At twelve fifteen in the evening, it was her day.

……

Today's make-up photo shoot was not going well, the real person didn't have the ideal to take photos, so he was rejected by Zhu Maolin, and finally had no choice but to ask for another day.

At 03:30 a.m., a little early, he was gently in bed again.

His day is also over.

……

day by day.

(End of this chapter)