She was fired after she refused to be the CEO's dog licker.

Zhou Hanzhi and I eventually parted ways on bad terms.

But this time, I wasn't so panicked.

Zhou Hanzhi is decisive in killing, but with Lin Xixi, he also has a weakness.

After a dreamless night, when I woke up, there were suddenly several unread messages on my phone.

It was sent by Fang Xintong.

Last time at the birthday party in the cold winter, we added friends.

"Meng Nanxu, are you and Brother Dong really together?"

Come for gossip.

It seems she saw that post too.

I could only tell Fang Xintong my explanation to Lin Xixi yesterday, and finally said, "Please help me clarify it with my classmates."

Fang Xintong was quite kind and agreed immediately.

But thinking about the impact on Yan Dong himself, I was still quite uneasy, so I called his number.

"Is this why you called me early in the morning?" Yan Dong said casually and asked angrily: "Meng Nanxu, am I so stingy in your heart?"

"Class committee member, I..."

"Besides, it's my honor to spread the scandal with you, Nan Xu."

The harsh winter interrupted me, and the voice was warm and comfortable like the warm sun in the autumn noon.

"I still have something to do, you go ahead."

I cut the thread hastily.

Of course, I didn't mean to excuse the severe winter. Considering the time, today is the second day since my uncle came to Beijing and Hong Kong. I have to go and see him.

The address is in an ordinary residential area in Jingang East District.

When I arrived at the staff dormitory carrying the fruit, his colleague told me that my uncle had an early shift today and had already gone to patrol the commercial street.

I politely handed everyone some food, and then walked around the street to look for anyone.

After walking a few steps, my uncle's intermittent voice reached my ears. I was startled and rushed over quickly.

I saw a middle-aged woman with dark yellow hair, red lips, and a small perfume, pointing at her uncle.

"When did our community become so disorganized? Are we recruiting security guards, or are we luring wolves into the house?"

The always honest uncle nervously clasped his hands together, and while apologizing to the woman, he stammered: "I just... thought no one wanted... I... am not a thief."

His complexion was dark, sweat hung on his forehead, and his eyes were full of embarrassment.

"Uncle."

My uncle turned his head when he heard the sound, and when he saw it was me, a smile suddenly flashed across his simple face, and then he lowered his head, looking embarrassed.

My uncle was born with a stutter.

Probably because he was afraid of losing face to me, he lowered his head as if he had done something wrong.

I stood in front of him, looked at the middle-aged woman and said, "Auntie, is there any misunderstanding?"

The woman raised her chin and said arrogantly: "Who are you, this thief?"

The word "thief" attracted the attention of several passers-by.

"Auntie, you said my uncle is a thief, do you have any evidence?" I glanced at the waste paper boxes piled at the woman's feet and asked seriously.

The woman probably didn't expect that I would be so forceful. She pointed at me and said, "You don't admit it, do you? My cardboard box was placed at the door, and he picked it up without saying a word. Isn't that considered stealing?"

It dawned on me.

My uncle has been an honest man all his life. He is always bullied wherever he goes and is unlikely to do anything sneaky.

I glanced at the snack bar and said, "Auntie, this is a commercial street. The place where you threw the cardboard boxes is owned by the property management. Since my uncle works here, he is naturally obliged to keep the street clean. As for the stealing you mentioned... …”

I paused and continued: "Auntie, who would steal things in public?"

The middle-aged woman was speechless by what I said. She stamped her feet and said, "He just took the carton away without saying a word. Isn't that stealing!"

I looked at my uncle and said patiently, "Is that so?"

My uncle looked at me, shook his head, and explained, "I said hello to...the clerk."

The woman had nothing to say now.

The onlookers couldn't stand it any longer and interjected: "Aren't they just a few waste paper boxes? As for the ones listed above."

"It's true, it's not easy for people to be safe, so don't worry about it."

The more the woman listened, the angrier she became. She waved her hands towards us and said, "Okay, okay, it's no big deal, let's go, let's go!"

The action is the same as sending a beggar away.

I felt very uncomfortable looking at my uncle's unwillingness to care.

Just because her uncle stutters and speaks awkwardly, she can trample other people's self-esteem under her feet in public?

I calmed down and said seriously: "Auntie, now that the matter has been cleared up, do you still owe us an apology?"

The woman who was about to leave the scene turned around in surprise, stared at me, and said, "What are you apologizing for? It's endless, right?"

That domineering energy seems like we are deliberately looking for trouble.

I protected my uncle by my side and said seriously: "You must apologize to my uncle."

The woman rolled up her sleeves and was about to speak, but was interrupted by a voice.

"Mom, what happened?"

This voice sounds familiar.

I followed the sound and saw the Maybach parked on the side of the road.

As well as Zhou Hanzhi and Lin Xixi standing in front of the car.

Zhou Hanzhi was holding two bottles of Moutai in his hands, looking very much like his son-in-law coming to visit him for the first time.

I suddenly realized why I felt familiar when I first saw my uncle’s workplace.

It turns out that Lin Xixi also lives here.

Obviously, this middle-aged woman is Lin Xixi's mother, Zhao Hongmei.

Lin Xixi, wearing a light blue knitted dress and little black boots, walked up to me and said in surprise: "Sister Nan Xu, why are you here?"

Hearing the sound, Zhao Hongmei glanced at me warily, straightened the little-fitting Xiaoxiang jacket, and said, "Xixi, is she the Meng Nanxu you often mention?"

Lin Xixi's expression was stagnant, but she quickly returned to normal and said, "Yes, Sister Nanxu always takes good care of me when she is in the company."

Zhao Hongmei glanced at me again, and her tone was obviously kinder: "Manager Meng, look at me, this flood has rushed to the Dragon King Temple, don't be surprised."

People have said this, and if I hold on to it any longer, I will appear to be unreasonable and unforgiving.

Thinking that my uncle would still have to work here in the future, I made the big deal a trivial matter and said, "It's all a misunderstanding. Just clear it up."

Zhao Hongmei was obviously relieved, her eyes instantly moved from me to Zhou Hanzhi, and said with a smile: "Xixi, is this Mr. Zhou?"

Zhou Hanzhi wore a suit with dark patterns today. He looked like a talented person, and his outstanding facial features made Zhao Hongmei grin.

Also, few mothers-in-law would be dissatisfied with Zhou Hanzhi's hardware conditions, not to mention that he still has money.

Zhou Hanzhi also showed the modest gesture of a visiting son-in-law and said politely: "Hello, aunt."

As soon as he finished speaking, my uncle standing next to me visibly stiffened. I belatedly grabbed his arm and said, "We have something else to do, so I won't disturb you for now."

But his uncle didn't want to leave and stared at Zhou Hanzhi fiercely.

The disgust in his eyes was unconcealed and would not be concealed.

Zhou Hanzhi was keenly aware of this provocative look and frowned slightly.

My eyebrows skipped a beat, and I broke into a cold sweat. I could only plead, "Uncle, I'm hungry..."

Hearing this, my uncle looked away unwillingly as if he had been struck by lightning. After giving me a distressed look, his expression softened.

Those were the first words I said when I woke up after what happened.

Unexpectedly, Lin Xixi suddenly opened her lips and said, "Sister Nanxu, if you don't mind, you can have lunch at my house. My dad's craftsmanship is very good."

I couldn't answer the question for a while.

If the Lin family's son-in-law comes to visit us, what does it mean to invite us?

After a while, I figured it out. She probably just wanted to be polite to us.

In front of Zhou Hanzhi.

But this time, my uncle said with a sad face: "No need, I... will burn it for Xu Xu to eat."

The attitude is firm to the point of being a little stiff.

After returning to the staff dormitory, my uncle, as he said, used the small public kitchen to cook me two dishes and one soup.

He and his aunt grow vegetables in their hometown.

Looking at the middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life in front of me who I respected, my eyes felt hot and I almost cried.

"There are... plenty of good men," he mechanically picked up vegetables in my bowl, "Xuxu is good, he will... he will."

I choked down a mouthful of rice, feeling a dense pain in my heart.

Almost suffocating.

On the way back, I called Wu Ling immediately.

"Take the initiative to contact Feng Wenzhuo?" Wu Ling was very puzzled, "But will a big boss like him pay attention to us?"

I calmed down and said, "I have to give it a try."

Only by giving it a try will you know if there is another possibility.