I'm not unlucky at all

Su Xianghe put his legs together, and awkwardly finished eating the cake in front of him.

The taste of the cake was sweet and smooth. Song Wenlu was playing with the lighter in his hand. The sparks flickered and then went out instantly, reflected in the man's dark pupils.

"Wen Lu." Su Ho's neck was slightly forward, and the delicate pendant slid out from the neckline along the necklace.

She nervously called the man's name, showing a shy smile.

Song Wenlu turned on the lighter, smiled, took out a napkin from the tissue box on the dining table, and thoughtfully wiped the cake crumbs that accidentally stuck to the corners of Su Xianghe's lips, "Why did you eat so carelessly?"

Su Xianghe's eyes flashed, embarrassment appeared on his face, "I haven't eaten this before in my hometown, did it look ugly just now?"

This is the first time that Song Wenlu has the patience to chase someone. He has a very clear goal for his future family, a virtuous wife and a filial son, but he doesn't care much about love.

I met Su Xianghe half a month ago, and the other party is in line with his vision for the other half in all aspects. She is shy and gentle, very sincere, down-to-earth, hardworking, and self-motivated at work. If you want to find someone to be him in the future, you will spend your whole life together His wife, except for her poor family background, everything else is perfect.

Seeing Su Xianghe's uneasiness, Song Wenlu said, "No, you are very cute."

"Really." Su Xianghe blushed, and smoothed the long hair that hung on the side of her face behind her ears, revealing her small earlobes.

Song Wenlu smiled, "Of course."

Song Xing was still entertaining guests in the shop. He was holding a dinner plate with two cups of Oolong Matcha Snow Top and Rock Salt Cheese Milk Tea on it. 030 was chatting with Song Xing in his mind while talking about the terms and making money. No more lollipops, just treat him to a cup of milk tea.

"Your meal." Song Xing put the milk tea on the tray in front of the guests.

Passing by table No.16, Song Wenlu was reaching out to help Su Xianghe stand up.

Song Xing took another look at the two of them, nodded and pursed his lips, "Welcome the guests next time."

"Ah, good." Su Xianghe nodded awkwardly while pulling the small square bag on his shoulders with his fingers.

Song Wenlu was by Su Xianghe's side, his tall stature made him look down at the young waiter with lowered brows in front of him.His eyes inadvertently flicked across Fang's somewhat unnaturally white face, and if he looked carefully, he could still see a gray mark on the side of his face wiped with his fingers.

Song Wenlu has been in many places, and he has seen many oily-haired and pink-faced teenagers, who look and behave more charmingly than women. He frowned, took out a few banknotes from his wallet, and handed them to Song Xing, "The way you put out your cigarette is Where did you learn from others in the past?"

Song Xing asked, "What do you mean, sir?"

Song Wenlu let out a light tut, "It's nothing, you take the tip."

Song Xing stuffed the money into his trouser pocket, but didn't count the exact amount.

"You are young, so you should focus on the right path in the future." It was rare that he was in a good mood today, Song Wenlu said one more sentence to Song Xing.

Su Xianghe's eyes were surprised when he heard the man's words, and he looked at Song Xing hesitantly and with some not-so-good inquiries.

Song Xing was silent for a moment, "Sir, do you have any misunderstandings about me?"

Song Wenlu narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Song Xing, "...Misunderstanding?"

"Xiaolu, the No.16 customer is leaving? Hurry up and clear the table, there are still customers waiting outside." The female manager's moderate voice sounded from behind Song Xing.She patted Song Xing on the back indiscriminately, and winked, "Don't talk too much, go quickly."

When Song Xing went to clear the table, the female manager stood in front of Song Wenlu and said with a smile, "Mr. Ma'am, how about the desserts you two are using in the store?"

Su Xianghe pursed his lips and looked up at the man beside him.

Song Wenlu lowered his eyes, casually smiled at the female manager and said, "The cake is delicious."

The corners of Su Xianghe's mouth curved slightly.

The female manager sent the two of them out of the dessert shop, and when they returned, Song Xing just finished packing.

"manager."

"Xiao Lu, come here." The female manager asked him in a deep voice, "Did you know the young master of the Song family before?"

Song Xing wiped the rag twice with his hand, raised his eyes and said, "I don't know."

The female manager was silent for a long time, looked at Song Xing carefully again, and sighed, "It's okay, go get busy. But next time if you receive a customer like the one just now, you just need to follow the other party's words. If you misunderstand you, don't refute."

Song Xing's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he said slowly, "Manager, it's 09:30 now."

The female manager was taken aback, "What?"

Song Xing asked her for salary settlement, "I haven't found a place to live yet, if it's any later, the hotel will be booked out."

The female manager was not very willing, "The business in the store is good now, if you work an extra hour, the hourly salary can be increased by ten yuan."

Song Xing touched a few pieces of money in his pocket, "That's good."

Originally, there were too few things left in this world, so Song Xing had to figure out how to ensure that he would be alive until he finished the task. After another hour, the business in the dessert shop slowed down, and the customers were scattered. The remaining two or three tables are still chatting.

030 asked in Song Xing's mind: "Xing Xing, are you tired?"

Song Xing just took a break, "It's okay."

030 said, "Don't worry about missing the mission target. After I see the target, I can locate it at any time. We can find him whenever we want."

Song Xing felt very strange before, "Aren't you in a hurry for the task?"

030 said happily, "Don't worry, don't worry."

Song Xing thought for a while and said, "Is the other party's loneliness value very low?"

030 snorted, "How do you know?"

Song Xing asked it, "How many?"

"18." 030 inspected the solitude value panel of the task target, and said based on his experience in traveling the rivers and lakes, "Children of Destiny with a loneliness value below 20 are rare, and most of these children of Destiny are only short of an emotional finishing touch." , can completely get rid of loneliness, so we only need to know what the unsatisfied emotion that Destiny Child lacks is, and help him facilitate it, it's very simple."

Song Xingen said, and his eyes fell on the pastry chef who was cleaning up the cooking table in front of the window.

He asked 030, "Do you want a small cake?"

030 is fascinated by the taste of human food, especially desserts and snacks.

It swallowed, "Can you?"

Song Xing said, "We have money."

030 said shyly, "Can I come to a piece of the Black Forest?"

Song Xing thought for a while, "The matcha cake is also delicious."

030 hesitated, "...Then, let's make a matcha cake!"

Changing out of his temporary work clothes, Song Xing stood in front of the cashier in a crisp T-shirt and jeans. The female manager gave him the money, no more, no less, a total of 70 yuan.

The female manager asked him, "Are you coming tomorrow night?"

Song Xing said he was not sure.

The female manager smiled and said, "If you come tomorrow night, I can raise your hourly salary to thirty."

Song Xing, "Then thank you manager."

The last piece of matcha cake in the dessert shop was packed away by Song Xing, and the delicate cake box was light in his hand.

030 couldn't wait for Song Xing to open it and eat it, but Song Xing unhurriedly took out the tip that the man gave him before from his pocket.

The money is neatly stacked, counting to five hundred and fifty.

If it is the tube building across Jiangning Street, the money can fully support the rent for two months there.

Song Xing put the money back into his pocket, "I have a place to live."

030 is naive, "Are we going to the hotel now?"

Song Xing rubbed his tired shoulders, "Let's eat first."

The cake in his hand was a small piece, and Song Xing couldn't eat fast. 030 had enough of the delicate sweetness of the matcha cake, and the whole system was bubbling beautifully.But before it had enough aftertaste, I knew what it meant to slap a sweet date.

Song Xing stood in front of the Tongzilou where the original owner was kicked out, and entered the corridor with the memory left by the original body.

The landlord lives on the third floor. She is a fat middle-aged woman with greasy hair.

Song Xing knocked on the door, and the woman's expression changed: "Why are you back again?"

"Aunt Chen, I'm here to rent a house." Song Xing said.

The landlady called Aunt Chen had a bad face, "My house is not good enough, but I can't live in it for you for free. Boy, it's not that Auntie told you, she told you that the construction site is not a long-term place. It’s better to talk about renting a house with me after you change jobs and have money.”

Song Xing took out two hundred, "Aunt Chen."

The landlady looked better when she saw the money.

She noticed that Song Xing had changed into clean clothes, and that he was not as gloomy as usual, so she couldn't help but look at him carefully again, with a suspicious look on her face, "Where did you get the money? Don't you go to do something unclean?"

Song Xing looked at the woman and didn't speak.

The landlady was a little embarrassed by Song Xing, and she was about to say something when a sound of a man coughing up sputum was heard in the room, accompanied by a nasty noise: "Chen Sancui, where the hell did you put the spittoon away?" ? I don’t know if I have a bad throat? Fuck, who is that little boy outside the room!”

"You old bastard, how could I marry such a trash like you!" The landlady spat into the room, a strong resentment appeared on her bloated facial features, she gritted her teeth and turned around to grab Song Xing's hand Quickly said, "Two hundred and one month's rent, you are responsible for the water and electricity, and you have to take the key under the flower pot."

"...Chen Sancui, you old bitch! Do you think I can't deal with you if I'm half paralyzed? You don't even look at who you eat and live in every day. I'll fuck you, you old bastard. !" The man kept swearing and swearing, and the obscene words jumped out like running a water meter.

The landlady's face was gloomy, and the door was slammed to death.

Song Xing stood outside the door. The landlady and the man were arguing in the room, and there were occasional sounds of things being smashed.

The noise turned upside down, and the two of them shook the whole building to be restless.

It was still in the middle of the night.

The residents in the building seemed to be used to this situation. A young man wearing only shorts came out with a lazy expression, and he was still knocking melon seeds, looking like he was listening to the show.

Song Xing squinted at this person, who looked familiar.

The young man turned his head to see Song Xing, and gave him a familiar wink.

"Little handsome boy, we meet again."

The author has something to say: System: Yes, Black Forest QwQ

Song Xing: No, let’s use matcha tea, this one is not sweet